#20 minute nap on the floor before showe

[tropical-gothic]

Did I suck today rounds:

12/26 - Yes. Yes, you did. But you got SOME things right so that’s good. Plus, you get to see the kind of growth that might be yours if you stick around.

But also the seniors are scary and I keep forgetting the CBG.

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[dilf-issues]

Vanilla | C.M

Requested by Anon: hey dunno you take requests but since your writing is so hot , I'm willing to ask if you consider writing about roleplaying with Cillian and his wife or gf to break the dull routine they were stuck into , the way he suggested that to her being embarrassed and the sweet moments they ditch the characters in bed. He could bring his characters *cough cough * Tommy shelby. Thank you x

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend, Cillian, finds out you’ve been reading erotic fiction about his character in the Peaky Blinders, Tommy Shelby. Cillian shows you how much of a great actor he is.

Warnings: Age gap, the reader is in her 20s and Cillian is in his 40s. Roleplaying, extremely rough sex, dumbification, degradation, face slapping, spitting, pussy spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, and a little cnc. THIS IS KIND OF DARK SO BE WARNED. Everything is consented it’s just that... Cillian’s gonna be rough, like ROUGH

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Cillian had been busy. He had an upcoming new season this year and his schedule was packed. You haven’t spent time with him in quite some time now. He constantly apologized for not giving you enough attention and promised to make it up to you.

He decided to fulfill this promise.

Since he was the main character in his series ‘Peaky Blinders’, he did have massive privilege in the production. He had never done it before since he had been such a dedicated person to work with, however, he felt like he should sacrifice his work just for you. He wanted to spend the time with you, maybe have some dinner together at a nice restaurant. Just the usual things the both of you would do. Every time he had some free time he would do some nice things for you, treat you like a princess.

He came home from work that day, he got permission to take the week off and he even got back early from set. He wanted to surprise you, he had a flower in his hands a box of your favorite soft cookies. It was all so perfect.

When he came home, he saw that the first floor was empty and there were no signs of you anywhere. He went upstairs since he reckoned you were in the bedroom, probably taking a nap or reading a book.

Cillian was so happy. He was a man who barely showed any emotions in public but with you, it was different. He had a wide smile on his face, ready to surprise you but when he opened the door, he didn’t see you on the bed.

Instead, he heard the shower running and so he hummed to himself, setting the gifts down as he sat on the bed to wait for you.

As he patiently waited, he noticed your phone was still on. You were the type of person to let the screen go on forever instead of turning it off every 3 minutes like him. He glanced absentmindedly as he saw you were reading some sort of story on your phone. His actions were harmless, he just wanted to see what you were reading.

His eyes skimmed through the words as his blood runs cold.

‘Tommy had me bent over his desk, ass red and swollen from all the beatings. My pussy was leaking down onto the expensive wood, desperate for his cock to ram inside me.

“Please, Mr. Shelby, I need your cock!” I plead like a good whore as he growled.

“You are nothing but a filthy cocksleeve”

Tommy? Shelby? His Tommy Shelby? The character that he played?

It seemed like all of the blood started circulating to his face as he flushed at the filthy thing he had just read. Y/N? His sweet Y/N was reading something like that?

Cillian couldn’t believe it because someone as young and pure as he would never be this dirty. Because of their age gap, he saw her as someone that he needed to protect, shield from the rest of the goddamned world. His fragile little princess that he wouldn’t dare to inflict even a slight force in fear that she might break and shatter into pieces.

The sound of the shower became silent and it interrupted his thoughts, he quickly placed her phone where it belonged as he stood up and smoothened the spot on the bed where he sat to make it seem like he just came in.

When you had walked out, it took you a moment to notice Cillian standing there with your gifts but when you did, you gave him a small scream as you ran towards him, your figure wearing nothing but a small towel.

“Cillian?! You’re back? You brought me gifts!” You exclaimed as her wet body embraced him in a hug. Cillian was somewhat still blank from what he was reading earlier.

‘If she had liked that kinda stuff so much he could push her on the bed and beat her ass right now’

His eyes widened at his own thoughts as he tried to push them away, “Yes princess, I thought maybe I haven’t been paying attention to you now have I? I’m all yours for the week, baby”

You pouted as you nodded at him, and then he realized how submissive-looking you were. You had always had a demeanor of what he would expect someone much younger than him to have, however, Cillian was starting to look at it in a new light.

It doesn't help the fact that he still has his Thomas Shelby haircut for the filming.

It also doesn’t help she was almost naked in front of him, he hadn’t fucked her in weeks. It’s almost fitting.

Maybe doing something about it wouldn’t hurt now would it?

Oh... But it’s definitely gonna hurt you...

Cillian watched closely as the girl before him admired his gifts for her in awe. His eyes became more and more lusted as he figured out a way to approach you.

“Love, can I ask you a question?”

You hummed at him innocently as she raised her brows at him, “Anything, Cill...”

“What have you been reading on your phone, hmm?” Her eyes widened slightly as her heart started to pound in her chest. Cillian was looking at her so intensely that it was slightly scary. She didn’t know if she should lie, or if she should tell him the truth. However, since he had asked... It was obvious he knew the truth.

“Cillian I can explain” You sputtered, panicking on the inside as Cillian started closing whatever gap that both of you had, he was looking down on you in a way he had never done before. You felt the chill run down your spine as you felt the back of your knees hitting the bed.

“Explain” He commanded.

“It’s just... You know I love you and you know I should be honest to you no matter what. But... I just... We haven’t been together in a long time lately and even when we do... It’s always the same...” You felt guilty saying this to him, it’s not like he was bad at sex. He was great. However, you were getting bored with the same soft and loving sex you two always had. “I just... I hope you can be a little rougher, that’s all. You’ve always been... So soft”

“Soft... Hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he stared at you almost mockingly, “Be careful of what you wish for, love”

You had felt your heart stop when Cillian’s smooth Irish accent suddenly turned into the dark Brummie accent you had always heard about on the TV. The one you had always touched yourself to when he wasn’t around.

Then out of nowhere, Cillian had roughly pushed you on the bed as you fell down and whimpered softly. He pulled off the towel on your body as you were left naked, “C-Cillian!”

“Who the fuck is Cillian, eh? Have you been fucking whoring yourself out to another man?” Cillian cursed at you as he quickly took his clothes off, “You’re my whore. You’re mine to fuck, you got it?”

Then you can physically feel your gears shifting in your brain, “T-Tommy?”

Your body shivered as you felt yourself getting wet, you were all naked and you were ready for him. You felt your legs spread instinctively as you heard him laugh, “You really are such a desperate fucking cunt, eh?”

‘Tommy’ had bent down as he gripped your face by the cheeks and roughly shook your head, “Who do you belong to? Who do you fucking belong to?”

“Y-You Cill-Tommy! I belong to you!” Tommy smirked, as his hands traveled down to your navel, teasing you as he drew figures on the skin, making you whine, “Open your fucking mouth you dirty whore”

You wasted no time opening your mouth for him, wide with your tongue out. Suddenly, he did the unexpected when he spat in your mouth, “Fucking swallow it, princess”

You swallowed his spit like a good girl as you held out your tongue to show to him, suddenly seeking his praise and validation however it never came. Tommy just hummed as he let go of your face harshly, almost slamming your head onto the plush bedding.

Characters aside, Cillian was never like this. Throughout the year of your relationship, he had always been gentle and kind, treating you like a soft feather and taking care of you. Maybe because it was because he was much older he had felt like he needed to treat you gently. You never realized Cillian had this side to him. He had always had this side, you just never awaken it.

“Spread your legs wider” He commanded, his voice dark as his character, you listened to him, eager to show him you were his good girl as he hummed looking down at the glistening flesh in between your legs. You were so wet it had dripped down and leaked onto the bedsheet. Without a warning, Tommy gives a hard slap to your cunt and you screamed out. You thought he was doing it once but it seems like it came over and over again, beating your swollen pussy and clit until it was throbbing and red. You cried out of pleasure and pain, as you begged him. You didn’t know what you were begging for but it was sure not for him to stop.

“You fucking like this don’t you? Fucking hell, look at you. You’re fucking wet, you like getting fucking beaten and bruised huh? What a fucking whore. You are nothing. You are only good for fucking, you are only here to fuck. Remember that, you fucking cunt”

Tears were flowing down and you were desperate you were so desperate for his cock. After each word, Tommy spat on your body, leaving you all wet and filthy combined with your own sweat and arousal.

“P-Please! P-Please, fuck me, Tommy! Please I need your cock. Please I want your cum. I need it inside me!” You pleaded like a whore as he slapped your face. You moaned out as his hand traveled down your neck and choked it just enough to make you feel the air around you restricting. “Tommy, I can’t, I need your cock”

He scoffed, pulling down his pants as whipped out his cock. It was so hard to the point where it became purplish-red, the veins covering the base as the head leaked with pre-cum.

“You want my cock?” He lined up his tip on your vagina, “You fucking get it you cocksleeve”

Without giving you a warning and time to adjust, Tommy slammed his cock inside your cunt and he wasted no time ramming into you roughly. Not like you needed time to adjust since you were sopping wet. All you can do is choke out his name and moans as he grunts with each slam.

His pace was rough and deep and for someone like hin with his age, he had the stamina to go on and on fucking you so rough till you can feel him ramming in your stomach.

No words could even cum out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back as he fucks you braindead.

Spit drooling at the side of your mouth as you babble like a cock hungry whore underneath him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum and you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna fucking carry my babies, and even then it is not gonna stop me from fucking you stupid”

You could feel him twitching as his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier, you could also feel your orgasm coiling in your tummy as you cried out once you let it all go, the liquid splashing all over the both of you as you squirt on his dick.

You were heavily overstimulated and you screamed as Tommy fucked the cum out of him.

The warm seed spilled inside your walls as he grunted in pleasure, leaning down as he bit your neck and drew blood to the surface.

Tommy looked at you all fucked out, eyes still rolling at the back of your head as you continue to babble nonsense to nothing.

He breathes heavily as he lays down beside you, carefully moving your body to cuddle up to him.

“Like I said, my love... Be careful of what you wished for”

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hi! It's me again :) btw can I be your -💀anon?

You don't have to put a tag or anything but it's just so when I send asks you know it's me (^-^)/

Btw loved the headcanons you made

Could you please do some but this time it's a bit silly like I have this plot in mind :

Skele walks on s/o cutting their hair but with kitchen scissors and then like making it better with a derma shaver (I saw a video on tiktok of someone doing that and it just was funny to me lol)

What would the skele do and think? It'd be funny if some if them are a bit confused since they don't have hair

Again no worries if you don't take the ask ! Have a good day/night and be safe :)

of course you can be 💀 <3

(imma just do the skelebros from the last req bc i love them)

(also the amount of times ive wanted to do the exact same thing)

UnderTale, UnderFell, and UnderSwap skelebros walk in on their s/o cutting their hair

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

-you look at him through the mirror while you continue cutting your hair.

-"oh, nothing! just wanted a little bit of a change. by the way, could you make sure im getting it even in the back?"

-he does.

-other than that, he just... watches.

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

-when you finish, you do a little twirl to show your haircut

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

-as long as you're happy, he's okay.

Papyrus:

-"human! what is it you are-" his jaw dropped.

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

-that was his biggest concern. was having to wash the scissors. he uses those to cook! he needs them clean!!

-he gives you the silent treatment after

-for about 20 minutes. what can he say? he missed you!

UnderFell:

Red:

-he was just walking by the bathroom and looked caught a glance of you, scissors in hand, hair in clumps on the floor.

-he thinks it's a fighting thing. to keep monsters from being able to pull it.

-kind of surprised when you said that no, you just thought it'd be fun.

-he's weirded out, kind of. he thought you liked your hair?

-but oh well. as long as he doesn't have to be the one cleaning up the bathroom.

Edge:

-he definitely has the strongest reaction of all of the skelebros.

-he LOVES your hair.

-when you said you just felt like cutting it, he STORMED out of the house.

-he went through extreme grief.

-he didn't tall to you much for the next week or so.

-least supportive, most dramatic. that's for sure.

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

-wonders if you'll dye it, too? blue! it'a his favorite color, to go with his favorite human.

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

-"hey, y/n, have you seen- oh!"

-it's certainly a surprise, but a welcome one, indeed.

-hangs around in there, just watching what you're doing.

-how are you so good? have you done this before?

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

also idk if you meant just trimming? like i started writing these thinking 'oh! anon meant like long hair and going short! great!' because that's where it is from my (long haired) perspective. if that isn't what you meant i'd be happy to rewrite them x

[fluff-n-cookies]

the Baby Cat pt.1

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shout out to @hinari27 who practically begged me for this, sorry it came out so late.

( here's some Context) please read, you will be VERY confused without it but do come back.

and here's my masterlist and the baby cat series masterlist.

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TW: MURDER, LIGHT SWEARING.

it all seemed so fast. one moment he was reaching for the knife, and at the time it all seemed like so much, So terrifying, so complicated. the voices practically Screamed in his head as Aizawa Reveled in the feeling of freedom as he finally finished the job, ending your mothers life. he did what his brother failed to do. Aizawa managed to finally have you all to himself.

the pounding rain outside didn't help either, the inconsistent beat only added to the already howling voices.

but much like the rain, the headaches, the stress, the pain, won't last forever. But it will come back .

as the rain slowed down, so did the high of murder.

so for now, he could love you without the problem of your mother or your father standing in the way.

but now that the deed was done, it all seemed so Simple!

his life's purpose wasn't to be a hero, it was to be a hero to you! his sweet baby! the voices simmered down, before going away completely. now the next order of buisness. making sure you haven't woken up from your nap, it took him Forever to get you to sleep, especially since that Bitch-of-a-mother didn't help at all.

Aizawa sneaked into his once a guest room that had now been turned into a nursery and bedroom for you and your now dead mother. and as Aizawa peered down at your tiny sleeping form a strange feeling of calm washed over him, a feeling of... rest? how odd. he hasn't felt this in years. something about having you all to himself, having you all safe and cozy protected from the cruel world out there, gave him peace of mind.

he spent some time, about 20 minutes, looking over you, calming you down every time you stirred in your sleep. the feeling growing in his chest.

he then went to go get you some formula from the kitchen (where your mother was brutally murdered) but them it dawned on him that

there is a dead body on the floor.

THE BLOOD IS SEEPING INTO THE CARPET NOOO

ERI IS HOME

THEY RAN OUT OF FORMULA

now, Aizawa is a man of many talents but this is too much for one man alone, but it is not too much for the duo of a life time! EraserMic!

because when there is a dead body on the floor it is best to get the walking microphone that you tell all your secrets to to help you clean up.

of course. there is the problem of Eri, eh, Eri will understand, Eri is a good girl. Eri loves you too <3.

Aizawa made his way to Eri's room, knocking on the door until he heard the little girl squeak out a "Come in!" the little girl whipped her head around to face Aizawa before running up to him to hug his legs.

"hi." she said in a small voice, looking up at him with those big red eyes of her's.

"hey. Listen, you know your baby sis (y/n)?" Aizawa asked crouching down to do so. "She's gonna be staying with us! her momma left her with us."

Eri Gasped in Excitement, "Really! She's staying?!"

"mmhm! why don't you go to her room and wake her up to play, Uncle Mic is going to be helping clean the kitchen with some chemicals so don't go there for some time, and show (y/n) the rain will you-"

Aizawa didn't even get to finish his sentence, for Eri was already out the door, running to her sister's room, and aizawa chuckled, maybe, maybe, this wouldn't be so bad.

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Stay tuned! I'll be doing Part 2 of this soon! where present mic and Eri hang out with (y/n) and Aizawa encounters a Karen shaming him for being in the Formula aisle saying "he probably couldn't keep a wife and now has to do it himself." Aizawa is going to sucker punch someone.

[sariahsue]

Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

Chapter Six

Two hours later, Adrien swept his phone off his pillow, certain for sure that this time he’d really heard it buzzing with an incoming message from Ladybug. There was still no message, and he flopped back onto the bed, despairing, one arm falling over his face. 

It was evening, and long shadows were slowly stretching across his floor. Still, he couldn’t bring himself enough to care enough to get up and turn the light on. Maybe he should bribe Plagg to do it for him. Or he could just wallow in darkness some more. It was a metaphor for his life. Always being in the dark about Ladybug’s true name.

He’d taken Marinette’s advice and worded his questions perfectly. His Lady would have no way to know that he was fishing for hints. And yet, it had been 20 minutes, and she still hadn’t gotten back to him. Just left him on read.

As much as he tried to convince himself that she had gotten busy, or taken a sudden nap, or been called to help wash the dinner dishes, a part of him knew that he’d been discovered. Maybe she was mad at him, and this was the silent treatment. Want more information? Well, here’s none! How do you like that, Kitten?

Something knocked against his window. Adrien flopped his face to the side, only to bolt upright on the bed and fling himself toward the window when he saw who was there waiting for him, one hand hanging from her yoyo string, the other in a tight fist, holding something. Her expression was steely.

“Nice try,” she said as she dropped onto his floor, “but you were being too obvious.” Her light tone was at odds with the seriousness in her face. She retracted and hooked the yoyo around her waist, then put both hands behind her back. 

“It was worth a shot,” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Let’s see if you still think it was worth it when I’m done with you. Pick a hand.” 

“Uh.” He still wasn’t sure if he was in trouble or not. He pointed to the hand that had been holding the yoyo, the one he hoped was still empty.

She brought it forward, stretching out her fingers to show an empty palm, then took a step forward until they were nose to nose, and cupped his cheek with her hand. 

“O-other one?” he asked, tripping over his own breath. He didn’t watch her movements, only stared at her face, her intense look, as she brought her hand forward and rested it on his other cheek. She hadn’t been holding anything.

“This,” she said, “is revenge. Remember, you’re not allowed to kiss me.” And she guided his face down to her level. His skin tingled where her fingertips pressed against him, turning his face so she could kiss her way across his forehead and up to his hairline, then again back down, between his eyes, the bridge of his nose, the tip. 

Her lips traced their way across his face, around his mouth twice, down the center of his throat. 

Not wanting to hinder the movement of her mouth over him, he didn’t cup her face the way he wanted to. Instead, his hands found their way to her waist, and he rubbed his thumbs in small circles over her hip bones in time with his breathing, trying to keep himself from panting under her onslaught.

“How is this revenge?” he asked. His voice was a wheeze, and he cleared his throat, ready to try again, but Ladybug was kissing her way back up his jaw, below his ear. His circling thumbs slowed, and his breathing completely stopped, when she pressed his earlobe in between her lips, held it there for just a second, before turning away, tracing her nose across his cheekbone, doubling back to follow the same path with a line of kisses. 

“Don’t–” he gasped out. Swallowed. Remembered to breathe. Tried again. “Don’t you hate this? That I can’t kiss you back?” He definitely did.

Ladybug growled in annoyance, pulling the neck of his shirt down so she could place an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder, but her grumbling ruined the effect, and the brush of air tickled. In spite of himself, Adrien laughed. 

He swallowed it when she stepped backward. Not far enough to escape his arms, but far enough that her mouth couldn’t reach him. “Maybe I’m not very good at this kissing thing yet,” she said. “I’m still new at it.”

“No,” he said, dropping his arms and stepping back. “You’re very good at kissing.” He needed the distance from her before his face literally caught fire or he melted through the floor. (Or he did something stupid, like break her rule and kiss her back.) “Would you like to know how good at kissing I am? Because I’ve never done it before but I bet I’m phenomenal.”

She smiled and tilted her head. “Yes, I would very much like to find out about that, so you better figure me out quickly.”

“Ugh, I just wanna kiss my girlfriend.” 

Ladybug, who’d been stepping closer, froze. Adrien felt his face going red. They’d only talked about it over text, what their relationship really was. Hearing it out in the open like that was different.

She crossed her arms. “Well, that’s your problem, not mine. Until then, you need to make it up to me.”

“How?” 

“Compliment me.”

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“I thought for sure that was going to work.” Adrien said. Marinette had made her idea sound so foolproof. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't think there was a way for him to figure it out without more. 

“My poor Kitten,” Ladybug said. Adrien was lying on his back on his couch, his Lady in his arms. One gloved hand had snuck under his shirt, and he was sliding one finger up and down her spine. It would take a long, long time for him to get used to this.

“Can I have another hint?” he said. “I feel like I'm missing something, but I don't know what it is.”

“One more hint,” she said. “But that's it.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Your hint is that I've already given you a hint today.”

“You did?”

“A pretty heavy-handed one, actually. I was surprised you didn't… cat-ch it.” She cocked her head, resting her chin on his chest to look at him, one eyebrow quirked upward. 

She was so beautiful, and it was so unfair that he wasn't allowed to kiss her just because he couldn't guess her name.

“Wait, did I talk to you today?” 

“Purr-haps.”

That really narrowed it down. Who did he talk to today?

Ladybug snuggled closer to him, sliding her hand along his stomach. “Please figure it out soon, Adrien. I want you to kiss me.” 

He could have asked her to change the rule again. He almost did. He could have asked her to explain what he’d done to deserve her onslaught when she’d arrived. Retribution for asking about the assembly didn’t make sense. He’d been much more direct just now and she hadn’t minded, just surrendered one without a second thought. But what else could it have been? What had he done to upset her?

He almost asked.

But Ladybug turned, humming into his neck, her lips vibrating against his skin, before peppering him with feather-light kisses. 

And he kept his mouth shut.

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That night, laid stretched on on his stomach under his sheets, he flipped through his contacts like Nino had suggested. The screen was blindingly bright, but he didn’t have the energy to change it. He just scrolled up and down, up and down. 

Whose number should he have had that he didn't? He already knew he had everyone in class. Plus everyone from work, not that it mattered. None of his coworkers went to school with him. 

He'd gone through the lists of the other homeroom classes in his grade. There wasn't anyone in there he felt comfortable giving his number to who didn’t already have it. Then through the other grades. He’d come up empty on each pass through the entire student body. Desperation started to flood him again. 

Maybe he should just text Marinette and beg for another idea. She’d seemed eager to help him out that morning. She’d probably laugh at him, but there were worse fates than Marinette’s laughter. 

Yeah, he should ask her. He couldn’t remember her phone number, or even the last time he'd texted her, so he started scrolling through his contacts with a purpose.

“Nathalie, Nino, Max,” he muttered, reading down the list. “My Lady, Mylene.”

He smiled at Ladybug’s entry. As much as he loved the pet name placeholder, it would be nice to have her real name there instead. He could imagine accidentally hitting Mylene's name and starting a conversation. That would be… interesting.

Distracted by the thought of trying to explain to Mylene why he’d sent her a bunch of heart-eyed cat emojis in the middle of the night, he didn’t immediately realize that Marinette's name wasn't there with the other M’s. 

He hadn't set it to “Princess,” had he? That would have been embarrassing (and not to mention potentially secret-revealing) if anyone had gotten ahold of his phone. But there was no contact for Princess. There wasn't even one for “Purr-incess.” His breathing became uneven as he searched his entire contact list. He didn’t have any other nicknames for her. He ran through the whole list again anyway. 

He didn't have her number.

Anywhere.

And he definitely should have had it.

Marinette was about the right height. She liked video games. Her hair was the same style, but that wasn't saying much. Lots of girls wore their hair in pigtails these days. His Lady was quite the trendsetter. 

Marinette was confident and creative. And he had talked to her today. Had she given him a hint when she’d spoken to him? He couldn't put his finger on anything odd that she had said.

Could it be that civilian Ladybug got flustered and tongue-tied whenever she talked to him? But that would mean that Marinette had had a crush on him since his second day at school. That... would explain a lot actually.

Could Marinette be Ladybug? 

Marinette was always ready to defend anyone that Chloe or another bully was pushing around, just like he'd expect from Ladybug. She definitely wasn't a morning person. There were just too many coincidences.

She was simultaneously silk and steel. Sweet vanilla and fiery pepper. She was cool under pressure and ready with a cheer for your successes or a shoulder to cry on. 

Adrien wasn’t even sure which girl he was referring to anymore. They were already blending into one person. 

Marinette’s eyes... he couldn't remember what they looked like. 

“Hey, Plagg?”

The kwami grunted with a start. “I was having the cheese dream again, Adrien. This better be good.”

“What color are Marinette's eyes?”

“The princess?” Plagg stretched out, back arched, just like a real cat. “How should I know? I have to stay hidden all day.”

Adrien's gaze narrowed.

“Is Ladybug or isn't Ladybug really Marinette?”

“Maybe.”

“You know the answer.”

“Yes.”

“And now you're being deliberately unhelpful.”

“Yes.”

Adrien turned his phone screen off with a click and sent the entire room into darkness. “I bet Ladybug's kwami is nicer than you are.”

“Hmm,” Plagg said sleepily. “Debatable. Why don't you just text Ladybug about it?” He curled back up into a little ball, almost invisible in the darkness, and started snoring immediately. 

Marinette. That would explain why she'd been so eager to help him that morning. Marinette. Had he really been in love with Marinette this whole time? Marinette, who was so willing to help out those around her, with her ready smile and fierce love for anyone lucky enough to be near her?

He really hoped so.

Chapter 6

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Author's note: One chapter to go!

Tag: @eclipsesmoonshine14, @delectablycoolscientist, @mlbigbang

[btsqualityy]

BTS Dating Series #6: Falling in Love

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: The realization of falling in love.

Warnings: None to note.

Kim Seokjin

“Shit,” Jin whispered to himself as he sat up in his bed, having just woken up from an accidental nap. After having busy schedules with the group for the past few weeks, Jin had been happy to invite you over to his place in order to spend some time together. However, all of that ended when Jin had fallen asleep on you. 

After getting up from the bed and taking a second to fix his hair that had gotten messed up, Jin walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs when he heard the sound of something sizzling in a pan. Making his way into the kitchen, he saw you standing in front of the stove, wearing his apron as you moved around effortlessly.

“Jagi?” Jin called and you glanced over your shoulder, throwing him a wide grin.

“Hey sleepy head,” you giggled. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving, actually,” he replied as he stepped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body against his. 

“Good. I’m making bulgogi and ramen and I have some kimchi left over for you,” you told him. 

“Mm, that sounds great,” Jin smiled, watching quietly as you moved about the stove. As he did, he couldn’t help but to be thankful for how often you took care of him without him even having to ask. You were so selfless not only with him but with others as well, and that’s why he loved you. 

“What?” Jin gasped at the realization and you glanced at him again.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered. “You ok?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Jin assured you. “I’m fine.” And he really was because he loved you, and the thought had him tightening his arms around you. 

Min Yoongi

Rushing out of the bathroom, you jogged into your bedroom and grabbed your phone that had been ringing loudly on the nightstand, picking it up and answering it. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Yoongi said. 

“Hey,” you sighed and Yoongi took instant notice of your tone of voice. 

“What’s wrong?”

“The sink in my bathroom is leaking again and there’s water all over my fucking floor,” you huffed. “And I called my landlord but of course, the jackass claims he’s too busy to get over here to fix it.”

“I’ll come fix it,” Yoongi replied simply and you froze. 

“Really?”

“Really. Give me 20 minutes,” he said before abruptly hanging up. Sure enough, Yoongi showed up at your front door 20 minutes later with a toolbox in hand and after pressing a quick kiss to your lips, he strolled into your bathroom and got to work. 

You stood in the doorway watching him, a soft smile on your face as you watched him curse under his breath as he focused intently on the task. You couldn’t help but to think of all the men you had dated before Yoongi, who never once offered to come and help you when you needed it, let alone come without you even asking. Everything with Yoongi was so damn effortless and you loved your relationship with him. You also loved him and the realization didn’t shock you or surprise you; in fact, it was simply the first time that you were acknowledging it. 

“Alright, all done,” Yoongi said as he stood up straight and you didn’t hesitate to walk over to him, cupping his face in your hands before you kissed him passionately for a few seconds before pulling away again. “What was that for?”

“Just a thank you, for taking care of me,” you murmured, nudging your nose against his. “I really appreciate it.”

“I like taking care of you so it’s nothing,” Yoongi smiled before kissing you again.

Kim Namjoon

“Shit,” Namjoon huffed, making you look up from the files that you had been working on. The two of you were in his studio together, him working on the desktop while you lounged on the comfortable couch as you did some work yourself. 

“Everything ok?” You checked, even though you were sure it wasn’t anything that couldn't be fixed. 

“Just trying some different things for this chorus and none of it is working so far,” he sighed as he turned to look at you. “I won’t be too much longer though.”

“No, it’s ok,” you assured him. “I’m still working too, so take your time.”

“Alright but let me know if you wanna head out early,” he told you, waiting until you had nodded your head before he looked back at the computer. You continued to watch him though, in slight awe of him. This wasn’t the first time that you had watched Namjoon work but you always found yourself in amazement of how serious he took his music, and how important it was to him to get it as close to perfect as he could. 

The two of you had been dating for a few months by this point and you had expected yourself to be out of the ‘honeymoon’ phase by now but you still got the same butterflies that you had gotten the very first time that you saw him in person. Now you were a smart woman and you knew exactly why that was: you had fallen in love with Kim Namjoon, full stop. You didn’t have an issue with that though; the thing was just figuring out if he felt the same way or not. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Namjoon wondered and you broke out of your thoughts then, your cheeks warming up from having been caught. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled before turning your attention back down to your work and Namjoon just smiled fondly at you. 

Jung Hoseok

“So have you spoken to Mom?” You asked your younger brother as the two of you had lunch at your apartment. “She said she was looking for you.”

“Yeah, looking for me to kill me,” your brother scoffed. “The woman tried to take my head off!”

“Because you had some bimbo in her house,” you shot back. “Be for real.”

“I’m 20 years old now, Y/N-ah,” he replied. “I’m not a baby anymore.”

“But you still live in her house,” you pointed out. “It’s a respect thing.”

“Meh,” your brother huffed and you just smiled. Just then, Hobi walked out of the bedroom and you smiled at seeing him. 

“Hey,” Hobi greeted your brother, the two of them doing a quick handshake. 

“What’s up man?” He smiled, watching as Hobi moved over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I have rehearsal and recording today so don’t wait up,” he murmured and you nodded your head. “Oh, is that fried chicken?”

“Yep,” you confirmed and Hobi immediately reached onto your plate, grabbing a piece of chicken and stuffing it into his mouth. 

“I’ll call you! Bye!” Hobi shouted as he hurriedly made his way to the front door and you just watched with a smile until the front door shut behind him. Once you turned back to your brother, he was smirking at you. 

“What?”

“You never let anyone eat off your plate and trust me, I know because you’ve tried to kill me for doing it,” your brother mused. “Is someone in love?”

“I am not,” you rolled your eyes and thankfully, he let the subject drop. As you thought about it though, you realized that maybe you did love Hobi and that was slightly terrifying. 

Park Jimin

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?” Jimin spoke up and you glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend staring at you with a sly grin. “You’re cooking for me?”

“I know that you had a long day of rehearsal so I wanted to be nice,” you explained as Jimin paced into the kitchen and stood next to you. 

“I appreciate it,” he murmured, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “You need help?”

“You could chop up those onions,” you said and Jimin nodded before grabbing a spare knife and setting to work. That’s how the two of you stayed for the next few minutes, side by side as you silently worked on getting the ingredients ready to cook. The radio that you had in your kitchen was on and when one song ended, the next song to play was the full version of Serendipity. 

“This song never gets old,” Jimin smiled as he turned to look at you. “Dance with me, Y/N-ah.”

“We have to get dinner on before it gets too late,” you tried to say, smiling when Jimin took the knife out of your hands and set it onto the counter. 

“Indulge me,” he said, grabbing your hands in his and you let him pull you into the middle of the kitchen floor where he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. 

“You’re a menace,” you giggled. 

“You love it,” Jimin shot back with a smirk and you had to bite your tongue because you did. You loved everything about Jimin; the way he made you laugh so hard that your stomach would hurt, the way he’d smile at you and light up the entire room, and the way that he treated you as if you were the most precious diamond in the world. 

You loved him. 

“I do,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and laying your cheek on his shoulder. Jimin smiled to himself, placing a soft kiss on your head as the two of you swayed around the kitchen together. 

Kim Taehyung

You hummed your current favorite song to yourself as you moved around the living room in Taehyung’s living room, straightening up the multiple magazines that he had laid out before fixing the pillows on his couch. 

“Oh, here’s that earring he was looking for the other night,” you chuckled to yourself as you picked it up.

“Hey,” Taehyung called out and when you looked over, you saw him walking down the hallway. “What are you doing?”

“Just straightening up,” you shrugged. “You’ve been saying that you were gonna do it for like a week now but I know you’ve been busy so I decided to just help you out.” 

“Oh,” Taehyung muttered. “Thank you. Do you want any help?”

“Nah, I did most of it while you were on that call with your producer,” you replied. “I just have the records to do and then I’ll be done.”

“Alright. I’ll start on lunch in the meantime then,” Taehyung said and you just nodded in response. Once Taehyung went into the kitchen and washed his hands, he couldn’t help but to watch with a smile as you organized his collection of music records that were placed by the television. Taehyung was used to people fussing at him about his occasional forgetfulness and sometimes even trying to change that about him, but you didn’t.

You allowed Taehyung to be himself, even when that meant putting up with the less favorable parts of his personality. As a member of one of the biggest groups in the world, finding someone who accepted him as is was rare but Taehyung had gotten lucky. 

He had found you and fallen in love with you in the process. 

“I love her,” Taehyung whispered to himself. 

“What did you say, Tae?” You shouted. 

“Nothing baby, nothing,” he smiled. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Knock knock,” you called as you slowly opened the door to Jungkook’s bedroom, your heart sinking when you saw him slumped over in bed, coughing loudly. 

“Y/N-ah?” He muttered. “How’d you get in?”

“Your hyungs let me in on their way to the shoot,” you said, setting the bags that you had brought with you on his bedside table before you sat down on the edge of the bed. “I heard you were sick so I came to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine but I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Please, my immune system is like armor,” you chuckled. “I’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better though, I brought you goodies.” As you opened the bags that you had brought with you, Jungkook couldn’t help but to smile as you pulled out containers of soup, medicine, some of his favorite snacks, and even your laptop so that the two of you could watch Netflix. 

You spent the next 45 minutes giving him the medicine before handfeeding him some soup and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how patient you were with him, even when he couldn’t move that fast and you had to help him out. Not one time did you look annoyed or disgusted nor did you outright pity him and treat him like an invalid. It was almost like you knew the perfect way to be supportive while also still treating him like a grown man. 

Jungkook knew that he was falling for you but having you take care of him had him thinking about the ‘L’ word.

“Wanna pick a movie now?” You asked as you set the empty container onto the bedside table before turning back to look at him. 

“Um, I’m kind of tired actually,” Jungkook replied. “Do you mind if I nap?”

“Of course not,” you smiled softly. “Wanna cuddle?”

“We shouldn’t be too close,” he tried to say and since you were sick of him saying that, you leaned over and placed a firm kiss on his lips to shut him up. “Y/N-ah,” he laughed. 

“Now it’s up to fate if I get sick or not,” you smiled. “Now, come cuddle.” Not wanting to fight you off anymore (because he really did want to be as close to you as possible), Jungkook moved over and laid his head on your chest while you set your hands in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. The sound of your heartbeat instantly put him at ease and he found his eyes fluttering shut. One of his last thoughts before he drifted off was about how he definitely loved you. 

Without a doubt or any hesitation. 

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okay all, here’s the last TSP fic I will be doing for now. it’s a really tidy closing point, and I have a couple other writing projects to work on. one’s really short, but the other is a monster I keep taking breaks from.

THIS IS NOT THE END OF TSP, I definitely have more ideas for these fellas, but right now it’s just a good place to pause on the fic front.

Read All My TSP Fics Here

anyway, here ya’ll go.

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co-op mode.

Stanley is in high spirits today!

There is no particular reason for this, or perhaps it’s a multitude of things. A while back, he had convinced the narrator to occasionally swap the lounge out with that stocked employee break room, and it’s on one of his most recent runs that he’s had the luck of it spawning. Well fed and hydrated, he’d had a power nap in the boss’s office, then done the press conference ending for the hell of it. Both he and the narrator get a good chuckle out of it, he’s found, and have ever since that first run where the fellow had really strung him along for a few minutes.

So yeah, he’s feeling in excellent form today! He’s even feeling up for a speed run, or maybe a run at the 430 door achievement. Oh, sure, he got those achievements years ago, but they still put a pep in his step, and invigorate both of them.

The narrator seems in good spirits as well, if a bit on the quiet side. He usually gets like this when he’s trying to work on something alongside the narration, or if he’s examining the files after a recent bug (once, during the insanity ending, Stanley found the next room in the loop didn’t spawn, door only leading to blackness, and he fell through the floor to the fellow’s panic; the narrator had spent a good 20 minutes trying to understand what went wrong, before Stanley had play tested it and discovered the prior door hadn’t yet closed, resulting in the next room not loading in until he’d forced the door shut).

But he stays on his narration, if only using some of the varied, shorter lines, and he still seems delighted to go along with Stanley’s detours. Perhaps the good energy is just contagious.

Stanley spins in his chair at the beginning of this new loop. He’s definitely thinking speed run, yeah.

“Stanley? Can I call for a pause before you get started?”

Stanley blinks, looks up at the tiles of the ceiling, and grins, his hands behind his head. What can he do for the fellow this fine day?

“Well, aren’t you just in the loveliest of moods.” It’s only a little mocking, but still pleased. “Well, I—I have a surprise for you, but I do think I need a few minutes to get it all set up. What do you say to running the story proper, only on your own, for a round? And then,” and here he sounds full of nervous anticipation, “next turn, you head to the Stanley Parable 2 exhibit show?”

Sure thing, bud. Should Stanley take his time with the run?

“Mm, no, I think I can have this all sorted by the time you’ve finished that speed run you’re so eager for. The wonders of loading screens, you know.”

That he does. It’ll be a bit weird to do it without the voice, but he knows those lines by heart. He can manage a run.

Hang on—surprise? Wait, did the fellow—

“Ah-ah! No spoilers!”

Oh he totally did. Stanley snickers and gets to his feet.

[ Race you. ]

“Brat,” the narrator says fondly. “Shall I count down, or—oh, you little cheat!” Because Stanley has already run out his office and through the first room full of cubicles, laughing. His friend’s own surprised laughter follows him to the room with the doors.

Stanley zips through the halls and up the stairs with a newfound eagerness. He’s got motivation, and enthusiasm, and he crosses the length of the boss’s office with a hum. The narrator has not opened the secret passageway for him, but since there’s no narration, Stanley is able to punch in the code without pause. Mm, those beeps always sound so pleasing.

An elevator ride down, a jog through the open doors under the large emboldened letters, and then down the catwalk to the button that turns on the lights. One metal fence, two, and then another elevator. Stanley drums out a beat on his thigh as it ascends, bouncing in place.

A room filled with beautiful, colorful buttons—oh, the hours he’s spent in this room, just to see if any of them affect any of the monitors, any of the digital battery symbols. (The narrator has joked about one day coding in a secret puzzle, too complex to solve within the time-frame at all, which would reset at a single error. It’s mean. Stanley hopes he’ll do it.)

He mustn’t get distracted—he’s almost finished with the run, and then he gets to finally see—

He hits the OFF switch hard enough that it stings his palm. Come on, come on, open faster!

And then Stanley is bolting down the catwalk to the grass. An artificial breeze ruffles his hair. He grins like a loon. The sky looks a little brighter than usual, but maybe that’s just him. He’s just so damn happy.

THEENDISNEVERTHEENDISNEVERTHEENDISLOADING

Stanley inhales deeply, letting his chest full up to the brim. That felt ridiculously good. The intense elation has passed, but there’s still a small ribbon of satisfaction tied neatly around his heart. Damn.

He can feel his heart thudding in his chest, but this time he knows it’s out of anticipation. He’s nervous, it’s hard not to be, but Stanley feels more excited than anything.

He stands, stretches his spine, and rolls up his sleeves. And then Stanley leaves his office.

There’s no voice to greet him, which he expected, but it’s still always a little eerie. He makes his way through the office, past the cubicles and the bucket, and  there, where door 416 used to be, is the New Content door.

Still no chatter, as he rides the track and then the elevator. Nothing when he enters the modern entrance room, or weaves through the halls, or walks past the signs. Not even anything on the stairs or the red carpet.

Stanley’s work shoes click on the tile of the show room. Now that he’s here he finds that he’s slowing down, heart rate ramping up and thudding loud in his ears. He’s… anxious. Why is he anxious?

What if he misinterpreted the surprise? What if it’s something else entirely, and he has to work to not seem disappointed? What if he did accidentally have some predisposed mental image that doesn’t match—

Stanley passes under the archway beneath the stairs, and stops in his tracks.

Looking up at the large Collectible statue is a stranger. It smiles up at the Stanlurine, examining it closely, hands clasped behind their back as they rock on their heels. The gentleman is comfortably dressed, knitted green jumper over a faded yellow collared shirt, simple black slacks absolutely covered in creases, and loafers that look well loved.

The individual glances in Stanley’s direction. For a moment, their eyes go round behind the large frames of their spectacles—and then the fellow smiles, like he’s truly so genuinely happy to see Stanley that he can’t help how the grin breaks across his face.

He hasn’t said a word, but Stanley knows him. Stanley knows his best friend.

The narrator waits, smile still lighting up his face, as Stanley finally approaches. Stanley is… slow to move. Almost hesitant. He takes so long, just staring wordlessly and thoughtlessly, that the smile starts to become a bit strained. The narrator’s eyes flick from his face, away, and then back.

Stanley stops in front of him, and the fellow swallows. The smile finally slips off, giving way to uncertainty. Stanley can tell his hands are fidgeting behind his back.

The narrator opens his mouth, a croak of a syllable slipping out in the same moment Stanley lifts his hands to sign.

“I—“

[ Can I touch? ]

The narrator’s mouth snaps shut. He stares at Stanley like a deer caught in headlights, and then nods.

Stanley’s hands seem to have a mind of their own. They place themselves first on the shoulders (wider than Stanley’s, solid, the jumper texture so soft he would think it’s knitted by hand) then the upper arms (firm), and then one of his hands finds its way to the fellow’s cheek.

The face that is looking up at him is older than his, lined with creases. Thick eyebrows, springy hair in varying shades of gray. The kind of hair that could be styled quite nicely, but is prone to being tugged at and made a mess of when one is in a panic.

The hand not on a cheek cups an ear. These ears are large, indicative of a good listener. It traces a pert nose, turned up at the end, perfect for sneering down the length of with great pretension. His thumb follows the Cupid’s bow, covered by a thick mustache that merges into a full beard which hides the swell of a second chin.

His eyes, bright and full of life, are hazel—they live somewhere between light green and gold, almost like the hazel of cat eyes. Stanley imagines the color would look different under different lighting.

He looks exactly like the sort of person who would have the voice that he does. Someone who wants to seem wise and full of important things to say, but can be lazy and proud and prone to overthinking.

He cups his narrator’s face.

It suits him.

The smile returns, if a little more shy this go around. Those cheeks flush pink, just a little, and Stanley feels the muscles under his hands move and heat. The narrator wiggles in place happily, looking ever so pleased with himself.

God, his wiggles. Stanley’s not gonna get over this for a long, long time.

Stanley finally releases his face and can’t resist the temptation to loosely sink the fingers of one hand into that mess of curls. It’s just a little bit coarse, individual strands springing between his knuckles.

Yeah. Yeah, he likes this model a lot.

That smile has taken on a smug sheen. “Truly my best creation to date, wouldn’t you say? I’d go so far as to call it a masterpiece.”

Stanley takes his hands back. Nope. Not entertaining this fellow’s ego, no matter how much Stanley likes him and likes this thing he's made.

“Oh, don’t be so contrarian,” the narrator tuts, still looking far too satisfied. “Please, do go on about how appealing and pleasant you find my features. I’m looking for real feedback here.”

No, he is fishing for compliments.

He pouts, lower lip jutting forward. Stanley looks away quickly. “Well then,” the gentleman sniffs, turning his nose up (oh god he was right, it’s perfect for that, dammit), “I suppose I’ll just have to put it away then, if it’s not all that impressive—“

He’s nearly knocked over by how his protagonist loops arms around his waist and lifts him, spinning them in the air.

“H-hey! S-Stanley, ah!”

Stanley is grinning again, really grinning so much it nearly hurts.

Look, this is what he wanted, isn’t it? His model being beheld and appreciated? Stanley needs to know about the whole thing!

“Down, down, put me down! We’re going to fall, you—you stupid—stupid!!”

The narrator is a good solid weight, and although Stanley is taller by a good few inches, he’s not exactly made of muscle, so even while arms loop around his neck for support he’s putting his friend back down, soles on the pristine floors.

Winded, his narrator glares at him. He’s—oh, he’s quite close. Their noses are nearly touching. His arms don’t dislodge from where they are on Stanley’s shoulders and Stanley’s arms don’t unwind from his firm, soft middle.

Stanley blinks. Feels how his cheeks heat.

The glare shifts into that smug smile again.

“Flatterer.”

He didn’t—!

“It’s all over your face, Stanley. You’re an open book to me,” comes the condescending tease.

Alright, you know what, two can play at this game. Stanley remembers what the narrator said last time he had a body. Just how long did he spend trying to find, what was it? “Lips worthy of kissing him”?

And there goes the smile. Those eyes (gosh, Stanley can see so much variation in the colors, this close) flick away like a nervous rabbit, before he closes them and sneers irritably. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” he sniffs.

Wow. That long, huh.

The eyes fly open again, outraged. “I said—!”

Stanley laughs, and then he presses his forehead to the fellow’s. He feels just so utterly content in this moment.

His friend is here. He’s warm, he’s expressive, he’s here.

“O-Oh,” the exclamation is soft, “Hello.”

Stanley opens his eyes. The narrator looks up at him through fine lashes, expression a bit dazed.

Okay?

“I—yes,” he says, though he seems unsure. “It’s okay. Oh, do you really like it?”

His voice, so quiet, is sincere and perhaps desperate for approval. Like he’s truly uncertain. Stanley nudges their noses together for a moment.

Yeah. Yeah, he loves it, he really does. No jokes, no teasing, no pandering or anything. And not just because it’s another person either.

It just really, really fits his friend. Honestly it does. It’s the exact kind of person Stanley would expect to be sitting at a writing desk for hours, fussing over a story and its details, making a cup of tea and then forgetting about it entirely, surrounded by crumpled papers of rejected ideas and tugging at his hair when he’s frustrated. The kind of person who’s just a little lazy and forgetful, and wants to make lovely things for other people but is utterly temperamental and prone to irritation.

It’s him, it’s so him. He did such a good job.

“Not—not all of that was complimentary, you know,” the fellow huffs gently, though there’s no heat in it. He seems mostly enraptured by the sheer fondness in Stanley’s thoughts.

Yeah, Stanley knows it wasn’t all sweet. But then, the narrator has an ego and Stanley can’t help but tease a bit. Besides, doesn’t it all seem completely correct?

“Yes,” the narrator grumbles, averting his gaze. “It does sound like the kind of human I would be.”

Stanley squeezes him gently one more time, and then finally releases his friend. The narrator seems reluctant to part, but he takes the offered hand. Stanley twines their fingers.

He’s wondering what to show him first. Maybe the hole? Or the balloons? They can go to the merch booth and feel out the different textures of the shirts, since the fellow probably doesn’t have a lot of experience yet. Would he like coffee? Soda? Will they be able to get back to the office? Did the narrator fix the issue with resetting?

The narrator laughs at his enthusiasm. “Slow down, Stanley! What’s the rush?”

But there’s just so much to show him!

His tone gentles. It is a tender thing, full of real, quiet joy.

“We have all the time in the world.”

[fundielicious-simblr]

Little Beth is such a joy! Everyone in the house wants to always be around her, Angie and some other older women at church were joking that she's going to have quite the difficulty when it's courting time, she's got (atleast) 8 very protective older brothers! After we got home from Newcrest, the boys took turns being under the weather, so we kept them away until they felt better so we didn't have to deal with a sick baby. As the weather gets colder we're going to be seeing more and more sicknesses doing the rounds, since a lot of our congregation travelled to their families for the holiday period there's always someone who gets awfully sick.

Thankfully I've got my recipe for chicken & dumplings and chilli on demand, they're what the boys ask for when they're not feeling too good, the food warms them from the inside out. I make large servings of both dishes so that I'm not cooking a whole new meal from scratch by the morning. I'm used to making enough servings for 15+ people, so we're constantly flowing with an abundance of leftovers, which is amazing for when guests drop by unexpectedly. Being able to show hospitality is one of the things that my mother impressed on us was our duty to excel at as wives and mothers, we show the goodness of God when we extend an invitation to others to sit and fellowship.

The boys are absolutely in love with their little sister! It seems they all grew overnight when we brought her home, they finish their chores faster, finish their homework faster, and have upped their handwashing rate by a tonne (which I'm eternally thankful for!) The little boys have been practicing being gentle when holding her, and they only hold her with either Mason or I there. Little Titus calls her his baby, which makes this mama's heart glad that he's not so burned at having his spot as the youngest being taken. I've been spending more time with him and the twins as they've adjusted to having another baby in the house, and thankfully they've done so well.

Little Beth is hitting so many milestones! She's quite stubborn and doesn't want to start, but as soon as we get her on the floor and try and get her waving, or even crawling, she puts her heart and soul into it. The boys love cheering her on, and she loves the attention so she pushes until she's overstimulated. Her stubbornness means she fights sleep because there's so much happening in the house, so nap times have to be enforced or else she'd never get any sleep and would be an overstimulated mess.

Molly, Mason's sister, is in her second trimester of her first pregnancy and is absolutely glowing! She's been in the throes of morning sickness since she announced to us at easter, and she's only just recently began feeling better. She and Elijah have completed their move to Newcrest, now they live around 20 minutes from us. Her belly is so wonderfully small, we laugh that she hasn't popped yet so she hasn't had to go shopping for a whole new maternity wardrobe. Angie and I, along with some ladies from church planned a gender reveal/baby shower for Molly as the first event to celebrate them moving to Newcrest.

(AN: There's a video but is absolutely refused to load and the gif drove the quality into the toilet - that may be a post on its own tomorrow, for now there's a screenshot form the video)

And it's a boy! The boys were so happy to get another boy in the family. Molly and Elijah haven't picked out a name yet, so they've got more work ahead of them before the little mister makes his appearance.

Angie was ecstatic getting to plan this gender reveal, we only had one when we were expecting Noah before choosing to not find out anymore with the subsequent pregnancies. She and Aaron have such a love for children that even with 9 grandchildren, they're over the moon everytime they're told that there's another one coming. Aaron pastors our congregation, and many families have adopted him and Angie as their grandparents, so they have many 'grandchildren' that they're nurturing and helping to grow in the Lord.

[randomducksx]

I love you (part 1)

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Your alarm beeps. 9am, 6 missed messages from Nick.

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Nicky😵‍💫

y/n!?

WAKE UP

WAKE UPPPPP

Y/NNNNN????

BITCH WAKE UP

HELLOOOOO

sorry i just woke

yeah i can tell, i can hear your alarm from outside

wdym outside?

OH OMG

SORRY I FORGOT

coming rn

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You jump out of bed and throw on the nearest hoodie and sweatpants, and run to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You grab your rucksack on the floor and sprint outside, opening the door to reveal the car with chris and matt placed in the front seats, nick in the back. You opened the door next to nick and hopped in. "Took you long enough" chris scoffed. "Oh shut up my alarm just went off, cut me some slack" "Whatever you say" he replies. You can see in the mirror, matt looking at you, not moving his head but his eyes up to the mirror.

Your about 30 minutes away from where you are going, when you look over and see chris scrolling through your instagram feed, not liking you posts but almost stalking you. You don't mention it, you like attention he's giving you without knowing it. You return back to your playlist through your headphones.

When you arrive to your destination, nate's house, your fast asleep in the back of the car when you feel a hand grazing your knees to wake you up. "y/n, y/n wake up" You open your eyes to see all three pairs of eyes on you, matts lips moving as he speaks softly. You rub your eyes and give them a gentle smile to show them that your awake. "cmon we're here let's go sleeping beauty" chris says sarcastically and nick rolls his eyes at him. You climb out of the car and walk round to nick. Your friends with Nate but things can still be a bit awkward, so walking in with nick close makes you feel better.

Matt knocks on the door and nate appears through the frosted glass. "hey guys! hey y/n how are you?"

"tired, how are you?"

"i'm great thank you" he throws you a soft smile and offers you a drink. He invites you all into his bedroom and you have a pepsi in your hand. The triplets sit in the bed and you sit in Nate's chair in the corner of his room. Nate lays in his bed. "Y/n, your so far away come sit next to us, nate doesn't bite" nick says. Nate chuckles and you come sit with them. After like 20 minutes the mods softens and you feel more comfortable. Your all laying in his bed now, your in between nick and matt. They begin playing 'The grinch' as it's almost christmas and you all feel festive. Your still super tired from your nap in the car, and you feel your eyes beginning to be heavy. Before you know if you leaning on matts shoulder sound asleep.

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Part 2? lmk!

Authors note: Part 1! let me know what you guys think,sorry this is so short, love you! not proofread!

-Belle💕

[coffeenstories]

September 17th, Kassie's POV

Kassie wasn't able to sleep that night. Her crush just talked to her, and that is a huge deal for her. She started getting ready earlier than usual. Kassie took a long hot shower with her special expensive shampoo that she rarely used. She put together an outfit that only she could wear, one that could only suit her. The perfume she put on could be smelled miles away. Her makeup was as usual, flawless, but she changed something today. She wore a vibrant red lipstick, so he definitely looked at her. Maybe her eyes, then her cheeks, then her lips....it didn't matter to Kassie.

With her breakfast in her hands, she hurried to school, speed walking so her hair wouldn't get messed up.

Upon arrival, many boys looked at her. Everyone was watching her, how couldn't they? She had a huge pimple on the tip on her nose. Of course, she didn't notice it. She was only thinking about her prince charming, who hasn't arrived yet.

She sat at her usual seat, waiting for him to show up. Finally, five minutes before class started, he showed up. Today, Kassie felt courageous, so she went up to him.

He looked at her nervously, like she was a teacher who caught him cheating on a test. However, the look on her eyes was unforgettable. She was full of joy and excitement, technically running to him.

"Hi Daniel!" she said in a cheerful tone, smiling. He looked pale, like he has just seen a ghost. Daniel handed her a shoe box wrapped in wrapping paper and quickly went to his seat.

She looked at the box, almost disappointed. He didn't even say a word to her, was something wrong with her hair? She quickly pulled out her mirror, and saw it. The pimple! She gently placed the mistery box on her table and ran to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she just stared at herself. The bell was ringing and the girls inside hurried to class, but she stayed behind. "No matter how much effort I put in, I always look ugly." she thought.

For 20 minutes, she sobbed in the bathroom stall. She couldn't go to class, not like this. Her mascara was smudged, her hair was messed up, and he clothes were dirty because of the filthy floor she was sitting on.

After about 5 more minutes of crying, she got up, washed her face and finally went to class. The teacher scolded her, but this time, she felt everybody's eyes on her, not just his.

Kassie grabed her stuff and the box that Daniel gave her and sprinted home, ignoring the teacher.

After school hours

Kassie was woken up from her nap by a ring on her doorbell. She stood up and slowly approached the door. Through the window on her door, she saw a tall boy wearing a uniform from her school. She opened the door and saw the one and only Daniel.

Thanks for reading❤️

[ayliamc]

Italia

Day 10 & 11 - Roma Take Two

Steps walked: 22,929 & 12,588

Flights climbed: 14 & 6

Vehicles ridden: 0 & 4

Points of interest visited: 5 & 2

I may have killed a mosquito before bed, but ‘twas not the only one in the room. I now have about 20 bug bites, several of them new this morning. I suppose i should take it as a compliment… I must be very tasty.

Roma has one last chance to redeem itself before we head home on Day 11. We got an early start to our morning to be at the Colosseum, a 15 minute walk away, for a 9am tour.

The Colosseum is quite a marvel of engineering. They had elevators to lift the entertainment from a below ground “backstage” area, a sand floor to hide the blood, underground passages and rooms for the “entertainers”, and enough entrances and exits to empty up to 70,000 spectators in half an hour. Before the underground passages were built, the arena could be flooded for water-based entertainment, including swimming shows and naval battles. Given all this genius, it’s astonishing that they were so barbaric. Capturing animals and hunting them for entertainment before an audience, training gladiators and watching them fight to the death, public executions, not to mention all the women would have to sit in the farthest seats so as not to “distract the gladiators.”

Then during the Middle Ages the Catholics tried turning it into a big catholic monument, including plans to build a big ol’ basilica in the middle of the arena. Fortunately this never happened, but they did paint Christian murals on the walls, carved crosses everywhere they could, and installed a huge crucifix by one of the entrances. Cmon, guys. Bad form.

I think it was in the 18th century or around there during which the amphitheater was briefly used as a botanical garden. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or a happy result of untended ruins that became overrun with plant life.

Next up was Palatine Hill which as far as I could tell was just a massive area of ruins that were originally from the Roman Empire, interspersed with more recent Christian additions as Christianity started to overtake Roma. Ruins up the wazoo. All the ruins.

Also once upon a time someone released parrots so now there are wild parrots in the area, just like in Pasadena. Felt like home.

Palatine Hill led down to the Roman Forum but by now I had suddenly been overcome with alarming hunger. The heat didn’t help. As cool as it was when we started our tour, that was three hours ago. The sun was high, it was 80°, and I hadn’t eaten lunch since yesterday. I remember almost nothing of the forum.

Here I am on the verge of death trying to focus on getting out of the ruins.

At the end of our tour, we feebly walked the twenty minutes to Buddy Veggy, a vegan restaurant at the top of my list in Roma. I was so hungry I ordered two entrees and ate them both in their entirety. No regrets.

We had about an hour at our apartment after that to brace ourselves for our afternoon engagement which was a professional photo tour, in which a local photographer takes us around to various landmarks and takes our picture. A great find on Airbnb experiences by Dan.

It felt a little awkward, and our photographer was nice and very specific with instructions but a bit hard to understand as he mumbled and was very soft spoken. But we took some pictures at a plaza that was designed by Michelangelo, a view over the Roman forum, a classic Roman street, and in a little side park facing the Colosseum. I’m looking forward to seeing the pictures.

From there, we decided to head back toward Buddy Veggy, the vegan restaurant we’d gone to for lunch because it was so good and why not. We added a stop on the way that was so close I can’t believe we walked by it on our way to lunch and didn’t notice.

I mean literally… it’s across the street. The location of Caesar’s murder. It’s a little roped off area of ruins that’s populated by cats. We saw a pine tree planted where Caesar was killed and a nearby napping cat.

Then walked twenty paces back to Buddy Veggy where they recognized us as we ordered dinner to go. We had a drink while we waited for the food to be ready. ‘Twas nice.

We turned in early and enjoyed our yummy dinner with a bottle of wine to get an early start the next morning.

Day 11, the day we travel home. But we intended to do what we could with what we had. So we woke early and headed to the Trevi Fountain, hoping to beat the worst of the crowds. It was still already pretty crowded at 8:15am so I can’t imagine what it’s like at other times of the day.

Cool fountain. I can’t tell if it’s still art fatigue or if everything pales in comparison to Firenze, but it just felt “cool” and not much more than that. Also it’s like… barely older than the US so like, brand new. Yawn, amiright?

From there we went to the Santa Maria della Vittoria so I could finally see the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa. They listed weird hours and we were there before 9, which was when Google said they opened. But some other people just walked right on in so we followed suit, careful to be quiet so as not to disturb the one praying man. Turns out he was napping, and snoring quite noticeably, but we still stayed quiet. I also made sure to wear leggings that covered my scandalous knees and a top that covered my devilish shoulders.

A nice little church and blissfully empty, giving us plenty of opportunity to admire the artwork, namely Saint Teresa. There was also this weird thing:

Still don’t know what that’s about.

But Saint Teresa was awesome. And something I didn’t realize about the sculpture was that as part of the display (she was after all made to go in that space) were marble reliefs and sculptures of spectators watching Saint Teresa in rapture. All in all a stunning display, and one I’m still confused about in terms of its intended meaning. I did some looking into Bernini, the sculptor, who was 70 if I recall when he accepted this commission. Turns out he has a knack for carving women in rapturous states. They’re magnificent. So I think I like Bernini.

We got in a few more steps trekking back to the room and then to the train station. As smooth as the locals now.

We had a great time. It was a trip a long time in the making and we got to see so many things. But I’m ready to be home with my animal family and have a break from all that walking on cobblestone streets.

Things I’ll miss:

- Relics of the Masters of the Renaissance around every corner. It was real, Leonardo. Michelangelo, I hope in death you have the peace you never found in life. Bernini… keep enjoying women’s orgasms I guess.

- Public water fountains. Seriously everywhere there are public fountains where you can just refill your water bottle.

- Lemons

- Not working and eating out for almost every meal. Tho our bank account won’t miss this.

Things I won’t miss:

- The fucking drivers. Tho the pedestrians are just as bad, just not as potentially deadly.

- The cigarettes! DisGUSting!

- Cobblestones and disappearing sidewalks

- Angry grocery store clerks

- Paying for water at restaurants

All in all, we logged 86.85 miles walked in just over 10 days, visited 7 Italian cities, saw works by Leonardo, Michelangelo, Vasari, Bernini, Botticelli, Raphael, and Caravaggio. We stood where Machiavelli wrote The Prince and where Dante was exiled, where Spartacus fought and lost against tyranny and where countless lost their lives to a volcanic eruption. History and art bled from the streets. But we cannot ignore the ugly alongside the beautiful. We saw horses abused for tourists seeking nostalgia, we were approached by beggars, stepped thru streets littered with cigarette butts and empty cups, turned our heads at the sight of giant flanks of animal flesh in windows and the smell of leather in shops.

The human experience will change in the details. Whether we have to weigh our own tomatoes in grocery stores or if crosswalks are honored by motorcyclists. But we are all just trying to survive in a harsh world, and find beauty and joy where we can.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 22

✨GT Stands for Gestation Tank✨

✨"Good” “Ideas” Poorly Executed✨

All right, so there’s two big twists in this episode, and neither one of them make a whole lot of sense, so buckle up, kids. We’ll start with Trunks’ secret plan. 

Basically, you have this whole M2 arc, which runs from Episode 16 to 22.  The GT crew passed by Planet M2, apparently by pure coincidence, and Giru got homesick, so Pan convinced Trunks to land the ship for a visit.  Then Giru betrayed the gang to his people, the Machine Mutants, who all work for Dr. Mu, the mastermind of the Luud Cult from the previous arc.  The heroes escape, then get re-captured, and end up in Dr. Mu’s lab, but before he can dissect them, Giru switches sides again and frees the GT crew. 

 But during the fray, it looks like the metal slab containing Trunks’ immobilized body was shattered.  Then the real Trunks steps out of the shadows to reveal that he pulled a switcheroo.  The slab was a copy, fabricated by Giru when he freed the real Trunks sometime during the events of Episode 20.

At least, I think that scene happened during Episode 20, because that’s when the slab got teleported to Mu’s lab on the other planet.  The other planet never got a name.  Is it M1?  I’m just gonna call it M1. 

What bugs me is that there’s a flashback showing Giru sneaking into the room where Trunks’ slab is being held, and it’s dark in there, like it’s night time or something.  It doesn’t make sense, because if this happened on M2, then Trunks was only on there during the few minutes between General Ridlo zapping him, and Pan watching him teleport to Mu’s lab a few minutes later. 

Alternately, the flashback is set on M1, which is a lot gloomier in appearance, so it suits the flashback better.  Except Dr. Mu is also on M1, and he was so excited about having Trunks as a specimen that he never left the slab unattended, so I don’t see how Giru could have ever made the switch. 

Okay, I just checked the flashback again, and it does look like Giru waited until Trunks was on M1 before he freed him.  We even see him teleporting into the room before he tiptoes over to the slab.  But this scene requires Dr. Mu to leave the Trunks slab unattended, which seems at odds with the scenes of him we saw in Episodes 20 and 21.  He could hardly wait to analyze Trunks, and the only thing holding him back was the anticipation of having Goku and Pan brought to him, which General Rildo accomplished soon after. 

This would all have worked a lot better if Mu had been holding Trunks captive for like a full day or something.  As it is, he only had him like this for the duration of the Goku/Rildo fight, which was maybe 45 minutes if you assume it was depicted in real-time.  They certainly didn’t fight for hours and hours, and Rildo was in a big hurry to get them teleported to Dr. Mu, so it’s not like he captured Goku and Pan, then took a nap before completing his mission. 

Also, how and when did Giru get that replica slab into position?  He doesn’t teleport in with it, so did he build it on M1?  How long did that take? 

Anyway, the reason we didn’t see Trunks earlier was because he was in the other room, doing important stuff that he’s about to reveal in this episode.  I’m just a bit skeptical that Trunks could sneak around Mu’s facility without tripping any alarms or attracting unwanted attention.  Remember, the whole idea of this teleporter station is that it’s the only way to get from M2 to M1 and back again.  It’s a security measure to protect Dr. Mu’s research.  Pan could enter the tower on M2 at will, but the moment she stepped into the room with the teleporter, the Emergency Removal System kicked in and she got shunted back to the bottom floor. 

So you’d think Dr. Mu would have similar security measures on M1.  Or maybe he doesn’t think he needs them, since things are supposed to be ironclad down on M2.  But still, it’s weird that Trunks was just wandering around his facility and he had no idea.  

So what was Trunks so determined to get at in Dr. Mu’s lab, anyway?  Well that leads us to the second twist.  Mu’s greatest experiment is an advanced Machine Mutant which, when completed, would render all the other Machine Mutants obsolete.   Trunks coins the term “Neo Machine Mutant”, which is basically word salad at this point.   What the hell is a “Machine Mutant” anyway?  They’re robots, but they’re not robots.   Goku can sense ki from them, but maybe not all of them... help me out here.

Anyway, Trunks heard about Mu’s plan from Giru, who had heard various rumors about it during his life on M2.   Why didn’t Giru mention any of this before Episode 16?  According to Trunks, when they found him half-starved on Imecka in Episode 3, Giru had suffered some sort or memory loss, which somehow corrected itself when he got close to Planet M2.  So he only remembered the rumors about a Neo Machine Mutant a few days ago, and when he went to Trunks about it, they concocted this scheme to let themselves get captured so that they could get close enough to Mu’s lab to sabotage the project. 

All right, but why go to so much trouble over this one thing?  According to the rumors Giru had heard, Mu’s plan was to perfect this Neo Machine Mutant, and then it would become so powerful that he could dispose of the entire population of M2, and conquer the universe without them.  So Trunks considered Mu’s plan to be dangerous enough to warrant all this attention.  So while Episode 21 was playing out, Trunks was back in the server room or whatever, altering the program on Mu’s incubation tank. 

Several things don’t make sense in this story.  First and foremost, Trunks being able to reprogram Mu’s computer seems far-fetched enough as it is.  And yet, Trunks keeps saying he shut off the power to this part of the lab, and yet the lights are still on and Dr. Mu keeps desperately tapping keys and pushing buttons, trying to reverse whatever damage Trunks has done.  The lights are on and the computer seems to have power, but if the power is still on, then Trunks must have failed and Mu has nothing to worry about.  But if that’s true, then why is Mu so worried, while Trunks isn’t?  It’s like they wrote the script and drew the storyboards in complete isolation from one another.  The whole room looks like a planetarium, with loud flashes happening every few minutes, but no one seems to notice or care.  Is that how it’s supposed to work, or is that a sign of Trunks’ tampering. 

Second, if Trunks was so terrified of this creature, which Dr. Mu has named “Baby”, then why didn’t Trunks just blow up the entire lab?  Because that’s what Future Trunks did in Dragon Ball Z Episode 145 when they wanted to prevent the birth of-- oh my doesn’t this look familiar?

So yeah, Dr. Mu already looked like a shitty copy of Dr. Gero, and Toei decided to run with that and have Mu do the exact same thing Gero did in DBZ.  The tank is bigger but the fluid is still green, and Mu’s managed to live long enough to see his experiment through, but it’s just Cell’s origin story with a different coat of paint. 

Then Baby wakes up, possibly because Goku was crawling around on the tank, and Mu called him a “dirty Saiyan”, and maybe that triggered something in the li’l guy.   There’s a bunch of explosions as Baby emerges from the tank and then he crawls out and starts screaming like Kid Buu. Because that’s what passes for originality in GT.  If viewers notice you stealing one idea, just steal another and that way they’ll be too confused to call it out. 

Then Baby tries to attack the GT crew and they all shoot him with ki blasts and he... dies?  Oh for fuck’s sake. 

Look, I know he survived this, and he has to live on so he can menace the heroes later, but this is the stupidest way to set that up.  Trunks and Mu kept talking up how powerful and dangerous Baby was, and how he would only become an even greater threat if he was allowed to mature.  If he really was Mu’s ultimate weapon, then he would have to be even stronger than General Rildo, who, as we all know, has a power “even greater than Buu’s”.  And three base-form Saiyans just took him down on their first try. 

What’s dumber is that they actually believe it!  No one is suspicious that Baby might have faked his death to hide.  And sure enough, we see a tiny fragment of Baby slithering up into Dr. Mu’s pants leg.  But no one else sees this, even though Baby is GLOWING PINK, and even though EVERYONE IS WATCHING DR. MU, because he is walking very slowly toward a spaceship he has activated to take him away from this place.

So yeah, Dr. Mu watches his life’s work go up in smoke, so he’s just like “Fuck this, I’m out”, and he flies away in his ship.

Pan has the temerity to shout “We’re not letting you get away!” as she watches Dr. Mu leave.  Pan, you are literally letting him get away.  If you want to stop him, just shoot a fireball at him or punch the ship with your mighty little girl hands.  Do anything, but don’t tell him you’re not letting him get away, because you are.

Trunks tries to justify this decision by saying Mu is no longer a threat, because without Baby or the Machine Mutants to back him up, he can’t do anything. 

The fuck? Dr. Mu created the Machine Mutants!  He can just create more, and this whole thing starts over again! We’ve already seen Luud and Baby, who’s to say he doesn’t have three more planets where he’s growing another shitty looking doomsday weapon? 

For that matter, Dr. Mu doesn’t need to make more Machine Mutants, because there’s still plenty of them on M2.  Goku never defeated General Rildo, so all Mu has to do is link up with him and they’re back in business. 

What is truly insane about this is how this whole thing was Trunks’ idea.  He was so worried about Baby that he had to put the Dragon Ball mission on hold to stop Dr. Mu, and now that he’s reached the threshold of victory, he refuses to step across. 

Meanwhile, in outer space, Dr. Mu confirms that Trunks is a dumbass.   He threatens to have another Baby prepared within months, completely defeating whatever Trunks tried to do today.  GT Trunks sucks ass.

BUT WAIT!  There’s ONE MORE twist!  Suddenly Dr. Mu starts convulsing and he begins to talk with a different voice!  And something bursts out of his back--!

Holy shit, you guys!  Baby’s alive, and he says that he built Dr. Mu, not the other way around!  And Baby was the one who invented Luud and the other Machine Mutants too!   How does this make any sense?

Then he crushes Dr. Mu’s severed head, because they’re not even trying to be subtle about the Dr. Gero stuff now. 

Oh, and there was a Dragon Ball inside Dr. Mu’s head the whole time!  What the fuck does that even mean? 

This is all just a bunch of stupid bullshit.  I have a lot more to say about Baby, but it’ll have to wait.  [Un]fortunately, he’ll be around for a while, so that should give me time to go over it all. 

The important thing for now is that this episode is just a big pile of old ideas and flimsy premises.  Baby is a cheap knockoff of Cell and Majin Buu.  Trunks’ plan was only clever enough to get him into Mu’s lab, and then it immediately fell apart when it counted.  He couldn’t sabotage Baby or kill Baby, and when he had a clear shot at Dr. Mu’s ship he just waved goodbye like he didn’t care anymore.  Is Baby weak or strong?  Everyone talks about him like he’s still undeveloped and needs time to reach his full power, but he also claims to have designed Luud over twenty years ago, so how much more development does he need?  If Baby created Mu, then why does he allow Mu to think that it’s the other way around?  

And how does Baby know about the Black Star Dragon Balls?

✨Positivity Page✨

At least this whole Machine Mutant bullshit is finally behind us.   Everything since Episode 8 has been building up to Baby’s debut, and now he’s finally fucking here.  It’s not going to improve the show by a whole lot, but at least Toei will stop beating around the bush and get on with the story they actually plan to commit to.

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

Yes, it is much, much worse.  When stuff didn’t make a lick of sense in “The Roaming Lake”, the nonsense was confined to that single episode.  GT Episode 22 is sucking in ways that tie into the last six episodes, and making them retroactively dumber in the process. It’s like some sort of four-dimensional shittiness.  This would be like if the last episode of Dragon Ball Z revealed the entire series took place in a snow globe.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Peee yooo!  Baby needs a

New diaper! No, wait.  The stench

Is from this dumb show.

[beth--b]

calm throughout his melodrama

this is a follow up to my fic 'rest my head against your shoulder' which is on ao3 here

It had been a week since Geralt got home from his hunt and Jaskier had taken an impromptu visit to the hospital. 

Jaskier loved Geralt, he truly did. 

He loved Geralt doting on him, loved spending time with him. 

What he did not love however was the part where Geralt was treating him as though he might break.

It has been a week, he still wasn’t completely well, he could admit to that easily enough. It wasn’t normal for him to be ready to fall asleep by 8pm and out of breath just from walking from one end of their house to the other. He knew all of this, and could understand that Geralt went on a hunt and came back to find Jaskier ill enough that he had needed a hospital visit. But he also really wanted Geralt to treat him like he normally would. 

The entire week Geralt had been the model boyfriend. If Jaskier wanted a cup of tea to soothe his sore throat, Geralt already had the kettle on and ready. If Jaskier needed a nap, Geralt would have his favourite blanket ready for him on the couch if he was too tired to go to the bedroom. 

Jaskier knew Geralt loved him, but he was never normally so…attentive. 

He was a terrible person. That was all there was for it. Why else would be wishing that Geralt would snark at him over his choice in television show, or insult him about something ridiculous, though it was always said in a way that Jaskier knew Geralt meant no true harm. 

In truth Jaskier was bored.

read it on ao3 here

He had never been more grateful when Geralt had to go out to answer a call. It was local, so despite his protests that Eskel or Lambert could handle it Jaskier had just about kicked him out of the house to take the job.

The only problem with Geralt being out was that now he was both bored and alone. He had thought he wanted to be alone, at least until he actually was.

"Alright Jaskier, you wanted this, now you just need to make yourself enjoy it."

He decided that after a week of feeling like crap that a nice, long, steamy shower was in order as his first step. Then he would hopefully be feeling well enough to play his guitar, maybe do a little

composing. Geralt had made him spend the week without his guitar, lest he overdo it and have another asthma attack.

He took his time in the shower, letting the steam help clear his airways. After a good twenty minutes he reluctantly shut the water off and got out of the shower.  He dried off and pulled on a clean pair of plaid pyjama pants and a worn black shirt that belonged to Geralt. 

Head and chest feeling better than they had in days he retrieved his guitar from it's case and settled on the floor in front of the lounge. After making sure the instrument was in tune he began to work through some basic chords. 

Before long Jaskier found himself lost in his music, only becoming aware that he had been playing far too long when he began to cough and quickly found himself scrambling to his feet in search of his ventolin.

In his hurry to stand he felt his right knee twist painfully, distracted as he was by the painful coughing fit he simply hobbled to the bedroom to retrieve the much needed medication.

Once he had his breathing under control he went to stand back up, only to quickly fall back onto the bed at the pain in his knee. 

"Shit," he yelped. Taking a deep breath he rolled up his pyjama pants to take a look at his leg. After some painful probing, he came to the conclusion that his knee was likely sprained.  At least it was nothing some ice and rest wouldn't solve.

Of course that was when he got a text from Geralt saying the hunt was done and he would be back within the next 20 minutes.

Now how on earth was he going to explain this?

Torn between staying out to save himself pain and getting up to put his guitar away, Jaskier wasted half of the time he had working out a plan. Of course said plan went out the window when he heard Geralt pull into the driveway.

"Fucking shit," Jaskier muttered, pushing himself up to standing, gasping as he put weight on his injured leg. Looking at the offending appendage he noted it had started to swell.  He knew he couldn't hide this from Geralt but regardless, he limped as quickly as he could back to the lounge room and tried to put his guitar back in its case. 

Of course Geralt opened the door right as Jaskier was struggling to put the guitar case away while also trying not to put any weight on his injured leg, a painful sounding wheeze coming from him with each breath.

"What the fuck?" Geralt asked, brow furrowed in confusion. "Jask, I thought you were going to rest a little longer before playing?" Geralt broached the distance between them in a few short strides and took the guitar from Jaskier's hands.

Relieved of his instrument Jaskier found himself adjusting his stance automatically only to give a muffled cry of pain as the movement jostled his knee.

Geralt put the guitar case out of the way in one corner of the room, returning to Jaskier's side quickly, looking him over for whatever was causing his lover pain.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Do you need ventolin?"

Jaskier shook his head and leaned into Geralt’s chest, strong arms wrapping around him instinctively. 

"I fucked up. Can we sit?" Jaskier said, nodding towards the couch.

Geralt helped the brunette the couch, helping him lower down slowly until he was sitting comfortably. Geralt moved away long enough to take off his boots and jacket before sitting beside Jaskier and waiting for him to speak.

"I may have ah…decided to play for a while. Nothing too crazy and no singing. But well, you know me, I ended up playing longer than intended! had a coughing fit. I tried to get to my puffer but I hurt my knee, pretty sure it's sprained…" he trailed off, sniffling a little and rubbing a hand across his eyes.

"Oh Jask, how about I get you an ice pack and a cup of tea for your throat? Maybe some ibuprofen?" Geralt asked as he checked over Jaskiers now swollen knee.

"But you just got back from a hunt, are you alright dear heart?"

Geralt nodded, features softening as his ill and hurting lover tried to look after him, "I am fine, hardly broke a sweat." 

Jaskier hesitated, studying Geralt for any hint of a lie. Finally satisfied that Geralt really was fine he nodded. "Yes please, that would be wonderful."

Geralt dropped a kiss to the brunette's forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen.

While Geralt was gone Jaskier put the TV on and brought up an episode of a show they'd been working through while Jaskier was sick. He sat back and turned so he was leaning against the arm of the chair, his aching leg stretched out before him, and got comfortable while waiting for Geralt to return. 

Before long Geralt was back with a mug of tea in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He gave Jaskier the tea before placing the ice pack on his swollen knee. With hands now free Geralt returned to the kitchen returning moments later with water and two ibuprofen in his hand, Jaskier gratefully downed the pills and water before handing the glass back. Geralt put the glass on the floor beside the lounge and Jaskier lifted his outstretched leg so Geralt could sit down.

When both men were settled on the lounge, Jaskier's legs on Geralt’s lap and Geralt's hand entwined with Jaskier's, the show was turned on and the pair let themselves relax.

[rinzay]

Bot boy Idea/Rambling 11: Nightmare

This would take place a day after the previous idea, or maybe this is a separate thing; who knows? Either way, Freddy is now fully repaired, but the others are still being worked on. 

So Vanessa would again bring Gregory with her to work. This time he would just hang out with Freddy in his green room, playing games such as "Faz Brawl" (aka Super Smash Bros. with a FNAF skin).

Vanessa, meanwhile, decides to try and just stay in the main office to avoid another incident like the night before and just "supervise" things with the cameras. There is only one issue—she doesn't actually know how to use any of the equipment. (see idea 1) After spending the better part of an hour trying to make anything work, she throws in the towel. With nothing better to do, she revises her application on her laptop for her old job as a beta tester for Steel Parasol games. It was a job she genuinely liked doing and it pays way better than the sub-minimum wage she currently receives as a security guard.

After taking care of this and submitting the application, she decides to take a quick nap while she has the chance. She sets an alarm on her phone to wake her up and tells Freddy on the Fazwatch what she is doing. She then grabs a pillow, reclines the chair, and drifts off to sleep.

A couple hours later, Vanessa wakes up, not feeling particularly well rested and also a bit sore for some reason. She doesn’t think much of it and checks her alarm. She sees that it hasn't gone off yet, having awoken before the set time, and heads over to Freddy's room to check on them and pick up Gregory. 

Vanessa gets to the room and knocks on the door, not wanting to be impolite, and waits. A minute passes with no response from the room, so she tries to contact them on her Fazwatch. Still nothing… Now Vanessa is starting to get really worried and begins to wander around the pizzaplex, calling their names to try and find them. 

After around 20 minutes of frantic searching, Vanessa suddenly remembers that the Fazwatch has a tracker that she can use to find other Fazwatches, like the one that Gregory has. She figures out how to get it to work after some trial and error. It shows that his Fazwatch is currently located in one of the small storage rooms around the complex.

So she heads over to the room, and stops in front of the slightly ajar door. She knocks and calls his name, and gets no response. Vanessa waits for a few minutes and then slowly opens the door while announcing that she is entering, so as to not scare Gregory by accident. She enters the room and sees…Gregory underneath a blanket on a chair in the back with Freddy in rest mode standing next to him.

Vanessa lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Gregory and Freddy were just resting! Of course, that explains why she didn’t get a response when she tried to contact. Relieved, she walks over to where Gregory is sleeping, carefully pulls the blanket off him, and…

…let’s out a blood-curdling shriek at the sight that greets her, Gregory disemboweled and covered in blood and collapses onto the floor. At first she desperately tries to convince herself that she is just hallucinating, but a second glance at the sight of his blood-covered corpse as well as the now overwhelming scent of iron, both of which she is painfully familiar with, convinces her that it is real.

She starts hyperventilating and crying as she tries to figure out how this could possibly have happened. Her question is answered when she hears a familiar giggle behind her.

She turns around to discover... Vanny, standing over her. Her form is slightly fuzzy, for lack of a better term, meaning that Vanny isn't physically there but she is still in Vanessa's head and she is now making her mental presence known. Vanessa goes silent. How is SHE here? Weren't those games supposed to make Vanny go away? Did they miss something? Was it all a trick and the games never actuallly did anything and this was all some kind of ploy?

Suddenly, before she can even think to ask these questions, Vanessa is assaulted with memories that aren't hers. They show that while she was sleeping, Vanny took over. She used a secret app on her phone to control Freddy and lure Gregory into a back room under the pretense of a surprise. There, Vanny did the deed, quickly so as to avoid a repeat of the last time she captured him. After that, she made sure to make the corpse as ruined as possible, and she covered his body with a blanket with a non-absorbent backing so the blood wouldn't soak into it and make it look like he was sleeping. This was all done to maximize the "surprises" effect on Vanessa. After that, Vanny washed her hands (the disemboweling process was VERY messy) and placed her body in the exact same position that Vanessa was in when she fell asleep so she would be none the wiser.

Vanessa tries to convince herself that that didn't happen, but deep down she knows it did. What erases her delusions is when she notices the small flecks of blood under her fingernails. Vanny just giggles even more as she watches her break down. Vanny then begins to take over again leaving Vanessa to scream in agony as she desperately tries to remain in control, all the while knowing that it's hopeless and she's about to go back being a monster and shedoesntwanttoshedoesntwanttohelphelphelphe-

Then Vanessa wakes up, for real this time, back in the office. It would appear that what she just experienced was all just a horrible nightmare. She checks her phone and finds that it has only been 20 minutes since she fell asleep. Then, upon remembering what happened in that nightmare, Vanessa tries to contact Freddy and Gregory just in case. She is very relieved when she gets a quick response. Having calmed down Vanessa realizes that being by herself all night is not a good idea, mostly because she doesn't want to be alone with her thoughts, or at least what she HOPES are her own thoughts. 

So Vanessa heads over to Freddy’s room and asks if she can hang out with the 2 of them. Freddy, of course, agrees immediately while Gregory cautiously agrees after some convincing from Freddy. Vanessa just sits and watches them play before gathering the courage to quietly ask if she can join them. They say yes and the 3 of them end up having a good time playing video games together. It is a good first step on the long road to family fun!

OOOO you weren’t joking when you said these would get dark :0000 The fact that Vanessa’s nightmare is so detailed is pretty horrifying since the more detailed the nightmare is the more you tend to question reality. Would she go in a state of panic where she would question if reality really is reality? Would she have enough courage to actually go near a job for a beta test game since her last experience ended  v e r y   badly? Greg and Freddy are so sweet and she would need all the support she could get, but eventually she would need a therapist; although might be a problem for her due to past experiences D:

[kitty-c4t]

Idea/Rambling 11: Nightmare

I’ve decided to try something a little different and write a ficlet thing. The last time I really did this was with Idea 4, and that has inspired the creation of 2 stories. Actually, this thing has a lot in common with Idea 4; it is my favorite, so I'm not surprised. So if you can read past my lackluster writing skills, maybe someone will find it interesting.

This would take place a day after the previous idea, or maybe this is a separate thing; who knows? Either way, Freddy is now fully repaired, but the others are still being worked on. 

So Vanessa would again bring Gregory with her to work. This time he would just hang out with Freddy in his green room, playing games such as "Faz Brawl" (aka Super Smash Bros. with a FNAF skin).

Vanessa, meanwhile, decides to try and just stay in the main office to avoid another incident like the night before and just "supervise" things with the cameras. There is only one issue—she doesn't actually know how to use any of the equipment. (see idea 1) After spending the better part of an hour trying to make anything work, she throws in the towel. With nothing better to do, she revises her application on her laptop for her old job as a beta tester for Silver Parasol games. It was a job she genuinely liked doing and it pays way better than the sub-minimum wage she currently receives as a security guard.

After taking care of this and submitting the application, she decides to take a quick nap while she has the chance. She sets an alarm on her phone to wake her up and tells Freddy on the Fazwatch what she is doing. She then grabs a pillow, reclines the chair, and drifts off to sleep.

A couple hours later, Vanessa wakes up, not feeling particularly well rested and also a bit sore for some reason. She doesn’t think much of it and checks her alarm. She sees that it hasn't gone off yet, having awoken before the set time, and heads over to Freddy's room to check on them and pick up Gregory. 

Vanessa gets to the room and knocks on the door, not wanting to be impolite, and waits. A minute passes with no response from the room, so she tries to contact them on her Fazwatch. Still nothing… Now Vanessa is starting to get really worried and begins to wander around the pizzaplex, calling their names to try and find them. 

After around 20 minutes of frantic searching, Vanessa suddenly remembers that the Fazwatch has a tracker that she can use to find other Fazwatches, like the one that Gregory has. She figures out how to get it to work after some trial and error. It shows that his Fazwatch is currently located in one of the small storage rooms around the complex.

So she heads over to the room, and stops in front of the slightly ajar door. She knocks and calls his name, and gets no response. Vanessa waits for a few minutes and then slowly opens the door while announcing that she is entering, so as to not scare Gregory by accident. She enters the room and sees…Gregory underneath a blanket on a chair in the back with Freddy in rest mode standing next to him.

Vanessa lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Gregory and Freddy were just resting! Of course, that explains why she didn’t get a response when she tried to contact. Relieved, she walks over to where Gregory is sleeping, carefully pulls the blanket off him, and…

…let’s out a blood-curdling shriek at the sight that greets her, Gregory disemboweled and covered in blood and collapses onto the floor. At first she desperately tries to convince herself that she is just hallucinating, but a second glance at the sight of his blood-covered corpse as well as the now overwhelming scent of iron, both of which she is painfully familiar with, convinces her that it is real.

She starts hyperventilating and crying as she tries to figure out how this could possibly have happened. Her question is answered when she hears a familiar giggle behind her.

She turns around to discover... Vanny, standing over her. Her form is slightly fuzzy, for lack of a better term, meaning that Vanny isn't physically there but she is still in Vanessa's head and she is now making her mental presence known. Vanessa goes silent. How is SHE here? Weren't those games supposed to make Vanny go away? Did they miss something? Was it all a trick and the games never actually did anything and this was all some kind of ploy?

Suddenly, before she can even think to ask these questions, Vanessa is assaulted with memories that aren't hers. They show that while she was sleeping, Vanny took over. She used a secret app on her phone to control Freddy and lure Gregory into a back room under the pretense of a surprise. There, Vanny did the deed, quickly so as to avoid a repeat of the last time she captured him. After that, she made sure to make the corpse as ruined as possible, and she covered his body with a blanket with a non-absorbent backing so the blood wouldn't soak into it and make it look like he was sleeping. This was all done to maximize the "surprises" effect on Vanessa. After that, Vanny washed her hands (the disemboweling process was VERY messy) and placed her body in the exact same position that Vanessa was in when she fell asleep so she would be none the wiser.

Vanessa tries to convince herself that that didn't happen, but deep down she knows it did. What erases her delusions is when she notices the small flecks of blood under her fingernails. Vanny just giggles even more as she watches her break down. Vanny then begins to take over again leaving Vanessa to scream in agony as she desperately tries to remain in control, all the while knowing that it's hopeless and she's about to go back being a monster and shedoesntwanttoshedoesntwanttohelphelphelphe-

Then Vanessa wakes up, for real this time, back in the office. It would appear that what she just experienced was all just a horrible nightmare. She checks her phone and finds that it has only been 20 minutes since she fell asleep. Then, upon remembering what happened in that nightmare, Vanessa tries to contact Freddy and Gregory just in case. She is very relieved when she gets a quick response. Having calmed down Vanessa realizes that being by herself all night is not a good idea, mostly because she doesn't want to be alone with her thoughts, or at least what she HOPES are her own thoughts. 

So Vanessa heads over to Freddy’s room and asks if she can hang out with the 2 of them. Freddy, of course, agrees immediately while Gregory cautiously agrees after some convincing from Freddy. Vanessa just sits and watches them play before gathering the courage to quietly ask if she can join them. They say yes and the 3 of them end up having a good time playing video games together. It is a good first step on the long road to family fun!

(Again my lackluster writing skills are on full display here :P)

I love the ending here tho

It's very cute :''''')