#MR MELONE I SEE YOU

[inkdrinkerworld]

dilf james and milf reader going on a fancy work trip together and leaving harry home alone so they let him have his friends over and so harrys trying to get them to leave faster before his friends come bc everytime they see his mom they just DROOL over her EVERY TIME. but they don't go out in time so his friends are just STARING at her and harry's just like "ugh this again 🙄" idk why i thought of that honestly but it took over my mind while i was at my molecular biology class 💔

harry is biting his fist when he hears your key in the door.

"baby, i'm sure they were fine," he hears his father say and cringes as his friends' heads pick up from their gaming console.

"you better not be gross," he warns them, but it's too late. ron, fred and even hermione are leaning over the sofa's back.

"hi mrs. potter," they greet only you and harry shares the same annoyed look as his father. "how was your trip?"

you're in a pair of jeans shorts and a tank top and harry wishes his father would give you his shirt. you're oblivious to their affection bleeding into their question.

"it was good! my speech went well," harry comes way from the living room to take the bag of what he assumes is fruit from you.

"what did you kids get up to?" it's like james is a secondary thought with the way their heads turn to him in sow motion.

"ma," harry whispers as he sets the figs and melons on the counter.

"yeah, haz-bear," he blushes at the nickname and looks so much like his father that you stamp a kiss to his cheek.

before harry can say anything his friends' heads turn and the leave james standing alone in the foyer as they rush to claim, "what about our kisses?"

james and harry are wearing twin grimaces.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Taglist: @yoink-a-doink @jayfall93 @being-worthy @theflamingraven

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

[accio-victuuri]

whew. this really now reminds of that incident with mendale before. what was supposed to be just some clowning among us ( here and here for more backstory ) turns into something bigger. while i do understand that these brands ( genki forest ) have an obligation to their ambassadors and to be fair, they really should have done a better silhouette. you have the photo, why can’t they just trace it? lol. ( some are saying this line draft was from xz’s team but idk sounds fake ) we do not know what happened behind the scenes that led to this oversight. anyway, they posted and apology and it’s on hot search:

Dear friends, Genki Forest is very grateful to everyone for your consistent support for the brand. The spokesperson, Mr. Xiao Zhan, is the most important and precious member of Genki Forest. We have been committed to working with our spokesperson to provide consumers with the most energetic product experience.

We are very sorry for the omissions in daily operations and management, which have caused misunderstandings and troubles to everyone and our spokesperson. We deeply apologize for this. In the future, we will conduct more stringent management and review of every copy and picture we produce to better maintain the image of our spokesperson, and will seriously deal with the relevant outsourcing teams and staff involved in this incident.

i’ve been in this fandom for quite some time and experienced similar incidents but it still surprises me. how a simple clowning from supposedly delusional cp fans can gain this much traction. and it doesn’t help that the two sides, deny it as much as they want, are monitoring what we post and if they see something that sends alarm bells they will pick it up. and then you also have yxh/melon accounts who are just lurking around and waiting.

our candies are always sweet but there is always that side of it that can turn sour. 🙃🙃🙃

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey chief, do you mind if I play some Pokemon here? Been here for a while and already collected some pearls, let me see..

*Pulls their bag and open it, taking out some Pokeballs*

Here we have... Titus, Dylan, Theodore, Erin, Spencer, Ben, Evan, Sammy, V, Host, Janitor, Ball Pit God, Bathroom Succubus, The Storyteller, The Manager, Amyas, Cholly, Tobi, Alasdair, Baron, Maddox, C.C., Orion, Jaremiah (btw, wtfrick happen to that dude? Did he melt on the microwave or smt?), Reese, Lambchop, Liu, Alien, Selene (honest, miss the sweet lady), Daina, Pin (another one that I miss, what happen to little dude? :( ), Static (do you remember them? It's been a while like, previous year halloween or smt?), Damsel, Elliot (I feel so old for still remembering him off-)...

Pretty sure I forgot some fellas, would you mind helping me find the others? I need to complete my Mr. Devil Collection. :b

Casper, Gemi/Gemini (miss these two fr, Ceres, Baron's sleeper paralysis big sister who's name I forget, Mal, Devlin, Silas, Gus, Ventri, Melan, The Director, Anri, Julian, The Scavenger, Rosebud, The Painter, the clock one, The lady in White, The Faceless Angel, Ruthie, Farmer Crow, Blythe, Mimi, D.Kay, Cherry, Clementine, Lemon, Lime, Melon, Eve/Everett, Vendetta, Dea, Thane, Mono, Exael, Titus, Sucrose, Mocha, Jolie, Izzy and Cinnabar, Gumi, Lollie, Zachary, Hayes, "Lucille" (Liu's parasite half. Also Liu used to be Lee), Morgan, Seth, that one cowboy guy, that one bullman guy, horny ghost lady, Chocolate Milk, Strawberry Milk, Eggnog, Screamsicle, Oat Milk, Apricot Milk, Peach Milk, Cotton-Candy Milk, Mint Milk, Apple Milk, Milk Tea, Spice Milk, Milk/Milk Maid, Cherry Milk, Bear, Bo, Spot, Saber, Belle, Doc, Trick, Prince, Wisteria

The list goes on but that's what I got for now. Fuck I miss the night gallery so fucking much. Jeremiah is dead. I haven't mention my poor baby Static since the beginning of the year. Pin has a draft I need to finish eventually

[violetlunette]

For the sake of this Ficlet, Silver is a young woman, and Lilia's her befuddled father.

Twst Spoilers:

*One Line about Malleus' mommy

--

“Father! You’re back!” Lilia beamed at the sound of his little girl’s voice. 

He had been at NRC for a while now and decided to visit home for the holidays. The college was fun, but Lilia couldn’t wait to share his experiences with Silver.

“Yeah! I’m--”

Lilia’s bag slid from his shoulders as he froze mid-sentence as a young lady with aurora eyes bounded towards him. Lilia’s eyes blew open and his jaw dropped.

“S-Silver?” It certainly looked like his sweet little girl—or rather, she shared features he recalled her having. However, there were some features he didn’t remember her having, some—not so little girl things. Things that Lilia couldn’t ignore as they—stuck out.

Silver—oblivious to her father’s confusion—smiled brightly as she stopped before him, her skin pink and covered in sweat from training in the sun.

“I’m so glad to see you! Welcome home.” She pressed her hand over—no, between her--her--~~

“Father?” Lilia snapped back to reality, though his head spun like a spell disc being tossed in the air.

“Hm?! Oh. OH! Y-yes. Sorry about that. Just—surprised,” he admitted, running a hand over his neck. How long had he been gone? Were they there when he left? Was she hiding them?! When did his little girl get—get—those?!

Silver tilted her head to the side, her messy silver hair slipping from the messy braid.

“Surprised?” she repeated. Lilia waved his hand through the air, looking away.

“N--never mind,” he mumbled, face red. “Er, let’s--let’s go inside and talk, shall we?”

He ushered her inside, where Silver insisted Lilia sit while she made him some tea, as to her appeared feverish. Usually, Lilia would use his magic to make tea so they could converse but right now, he welcomed a moment to think. This was a difficult task as his mind was blown.

It seemed that during Lilia's absence, his daughter had grown—she developed—oh, where did those come from?! No. He knew where they came from. He grew up alongside Malenore, after all. (Though hers weren’t as large as Silver’s. And if Lilia was honest—he did not handle that development much better. [Though that was VERY different.])

He was thankful they didn’t bounce, at least. If they did, the old man would not be standing right now. (Not that he was, as Lilia was in a chair, but still.)

“Mr. Zigvolt gave us some new herbal flavored tea,” Silver explained as she set two cups down. Lilia tried not to notice how they hung as she leaned forward. “Would you like some melons?” Lilia physically jumped in his seat.

“What?!” Silver was taken aback by the reaction.

“Uh, melons?” she repeated. “The fruit?” Lilia deflated, though his face was still flustered.

“Oh. No, that’s okay, that’s fine.” Lilia sipped the tea, trying to calm himself and hide his face.

He was overreacting. Silver was a girl, and girls had those. It was nature. But it was too soon. Silver was just a little girl, barely fifteen, and now--

Silver’s shirt slipped, revealing a bra strap on her shoulder. Lilia sputtered in his tea.

“Father?! What’s wrong!”

“NOTHING!” the fae said too loudly. “Nothing at all! Just—wrong, tube, ya know? No, that’s okay. I can clean myself up.” He added as Silver stood to get a rag. He waved his hand, and the mess on his shirt was gone. The mess in his head, on the other hand...

‘A bra. She has a bra.’ A bra. His daughter had a bra. When did she get that?! Was it new? Did she always have one? Baul’s daughter took her shopping once in a while in the past. Was that one of the things they grabbed?

“Father? You seem distracted,” Silver noted with a frown as he subconsciously pushed her sleeve up. (Thank goodness.) “Is something wrong?” Lilia forced a laugh, which came out as a loud boom.

“Nope! Not at all!” He couldn’t ask. True, he was her father, but—well, he was her father! How the hell was he supposed to ask this stuff?! 

This was almost as bad as the time poor Silver had woken up with bloody sheets—actually, no. He was wrong. As shocking as this was, it was nothing compared to THAT day. (Baul’s daughter was still laughing at him for it.)

Lilia sighed as he leaned forward, head in his hands, as Silver went to grab him some water. He was being silly. Lilis knew it was just a body part. He knew that. Malenore had them, as did every female he met. And it wasn’t like they “bothered” him. In fact, he rarely noticed them. (Really.) It just bothered him that Silver had them. They were a symbol that his little girl was growing, and that thought—they came too soon. This was too fast for Lilia.

‘Nature doesn’t wait, though.’ And just as flowers bloomed, so was his daughter. And as her father, he shouldn’t be mourning the fact his Silver rose wasn’t a blossom any more. Instead, he should be proud that she was becoming a beautiful woman.

‘It’s going to be difficult to keep boys from buzzing--’ Lilia turned white as paper. ‘Oh, fiddlesticks!’

Boys.

It was hard enough keeping them away before, but now the symbols of his daughter’s blossoming were going to attract those fiends like hornets. Well, if they thought they were going to try anything with HIS daughter--

“Father! You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back! Are you sure you’re---”

“I’m great!” Lilia proclaimed loudly. “In fact, I have some things to teach you! Right now.” Silver’s wide aurora eyes blinked in startled shock.

“Huh? Train? We’re going to train? But you just got back--”

“No time to waste! Come on, I’m going teach you how to break someone’s wood.”

“Eh? You mean we’re going to chop wood? Now?” Lilia laughed.

“No, no not that kind of wood—But while we’re at it, go grab the wood chapter from the shed. I’m going to teach you an interesting trick.”

“H-huh?”

--

Lol, poor Lilia! 700 years old, and he gets completely thrown off by his daughter's "growth" and has no idea what to do. Anyway, I wanted to write a little ficlet with a baffled Lilia and a female Silver, so here we are.

[valley-of-headcanons]

hello fellow penny enjoyer (´∇`*)!!! i adore your writings, could i request penny helping around doing chores around the farmer's farm? i would love to read your headcanons on it! like what wuld be her favorite chore? what chore does she not really like to do etc :3 thank youu

penny helping around the farm || headcanons

penny loves to help others, of course she would help her spouse on the farm! <3

warnings: penny being a cutie, that's it lmao

requested by: @pan-pixie , thank you so much for the request! we stan fellow penny enjoyers. i love penny so much, and this request is really really cute!

• Penny loves helping out around the farm, anything to help the love of her life! Her love language is acts of service, so you can see her doing this a ton. She does little things for you all the time, so it's not uncommon to see her working on the farm.

• Her favorite chore is working in the barn. She loves the sheep, she thinks they're really soft and they're really sweet. She also loves the coop as well, mainly for the rabbits. Fluffy animals are her forte! You can often catch her sitting on the floor, stroking a rabbit, or softly talking the sheep through getting sheered. She talks to them like they were people, and it's really sweet to hear her. Sometimes you just press your ear against the door and listen if she's in there.

• “Oh, it's okay, Mr. Sheep! It's only gonna take a second to get all that wool off of you, we don't want you to have a heatstroke! I know, you might get a little cold, but that's what the outside's for! It'll be okay ...”

• She HATES chopping down trees and cracking rocks in the yard. It's not her thing at all, she's terrified of a tree falling down on her or a rock cutting her as she walks by. She would do it if you asked her to, but you refrain from it, not wanting to get her nervous or anxious. She's not as nervous as she was when she lived with Pam, but something's still get her a little worried.

• “Y-You want me to chop down trees? ... are you sure there's not anything else I can do? I'll go out and do whatever you were planning to do today instead! I promise I'll make it up to you- no, I'm gonna make it up to you! I know it's okay to say no ... but I want to. What's your plans for today?”

• Picking fruits and vegetables from the garden is also pretty calming for her, she often hums while she picks. She hates how dirty her hands get, but she'll deal with it. Usually your pet will come keep her company, rubbing up against her leg as she digs a parsnip out of the ground. She's especially happy doing it during the summer, and on breaks you can occasionally see her snacking on one of the freshly picked melons. Definitely a good reward after a long day.

• “Sweetheart, take a bite of this melon! It's perfectly ripe, I think you'll love it! ... Yay! Let's definitely save some, I'll go make room for them in the fridge! ... you don't have to thank me, love. I promise!”

• If you have a fruit bat cave, she doesn't like going in there either. It's all dark and there's flying creatures that could attack her! Yeah, that's an immediate fear factor in there. When you showed it to her, you had to hold her hand and let her hide behind you as she peaked over your shoulder. She's not touching that cave with a ten foot pole.

• “Sorry for acting like such a coward ... it's just, I'm not really great with those things ... I know I don't have to say I'm sorry, but- ... okay, I really love you, and thank you for respecting my boundaries. You're the greatest, my dear.”

• However, she loves you. She loves doing things for you, and seeing your reaction to when she does things for you is priceless. Make sure to tell her that her efforts were worth it, and give her a forehead kiss. And tell her that she did a good job, she can't get enough of that. She deserves it.

[heloflor]

Was thinking a bit about how “The Devil’s Playhouse” has a lot more comedy than people make it out to be, and while especially thinking about “The Penal Zone” I realized this episode is actually very very very very gay. Like, I’m pretty sure it’s the Telltale episode with the highest amount of gay moments (205 is second on this list, what with Sam getting catcalled by a moleman, Max flirting with Mr. Reaperphone, the whole bachelor party, Peppers etc).

I think what I really like about those moments is that it’s a great example of normalization. The characters are incredibly casual about it, talking about gay relationships the exact same way one would talk about straight relationships, it’s really neat to see! Especially considering that this game was made in 2010, a whooping 5 years before gay marriage was legal in the whole US. It's crazy and great how much they were able to get away with!

(Screenshots of all these moments with timestamps (and quotes) under the cut. To have as little pics as possible, only a small section of each dialogue is taken. And to have a limit of two screenshots per pic max, some dialogues that are cut in two parts in-game have the second part pasted under the first. The timestamps puts you at the beginning of each conversation. All footage from NapalmX717 with the screenshots in chronological order of this video)

Max: “What can I say, Sam? Alien ships love to abduct me. It’s not my fault I look so probe-able.” (9:44)

Sam: “Nice work, little buddy! Make sure you wait three days to call, or he’ll thing you’re desperate.” (11:47)

Max: “Well, he IS pretty charismatic, Sam. And he’s from space, which is a plus. But you’re the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam.” (20:38)

Sam: “I don’t need to go to another planet for a methane rich environment, as long as I’ve got you, pal.”

Max: “That’s really sweet and obvious, Sam.” (22:46)

Skun-ka’pe: “Perfect! Just the one I wanted to see ha ha ha ha!”

Sam: “Keep the hands where we can see ‘em, pal.” (23:36)

Max: “We could just give ourselves tongue-baths, like cats and flight attendants do!” (30:57)

Sam: “Why do we have jumper cables? Neither of us knows how to use them.”

Max: “It’s simple, Sam: the RED cable goes on the RIGHT nipple, the BLACK cable clamps to the…” (34:42)

Max: “Oh boy! Now I can finally set up my 24-hours adults-only naked bunny chat line.” (34:58)

Sam: “Toys...Toys… we must prepare… the toys….”

Max: “Well, that’s just a typical Friday night for YOU, Sam.” (36:45)

Flint Paper: “Oh. Well yeah, that could be it. I was thinking it was you, Sam!”

Max: “You think you know a guy. I’m not angry, Sam, just very disappointed.” (1:03:49)

(For context they’re talking about who might be Girl Stinky’s secret admirer)

Max: “I can’t lie to Flint Paper, Sam!” (1:05:20)

Max: “What kind of pretend mother would I be if I didn’t worry about our imaginary baby?” (1:10:31)

Momma Bosco: “Oh, it’s not all bad. I’m getting better at apparating. And now I don’t leave a trail of ectoplasmic slime behind every time I leave the room.”

Max: “That’s better than Sam can say.” (1:23:13)

Sam: “I’m not gonna rest until I find the guy who killed my partner!” (1:43:13)

Max: “Wow. I feel really very close to you now, Agent Superball.” (1:45:33)

Sam: “I don’t like the thought of you teleporting off without me, Max.” (1:46:33)

Max: “Sam, this is all so sudden! I… I don’t know what to say!” (2:07:10)

Sam: “I think one of us should try to smash through that window with his rock-hard, melon-sized head.”

Max: “And I think one of us should try the door, unless he wants to spend the rest of the day picking plate glass out of his partner’s fluffy white nether regions.” (2:17:00)

Girl Stinky: “Sam and Max? Don’t tell me Skun-ka’pe wants YOU guys to be his love slaves, too?” (2:24:48)

Girl Stinky: “Eww. He wishes. He’s SO not my type. You only have to date an evil gorilla once to learn never to make THAT mistake again.”

Max: “We’ve all been there, girlfriend.” (2:25:07)

Girl Stinky: “Gee, it sounds like YOU two should go out with him. Would you like me to give you guys some privacy?” (2:27:33)

Max: “You’re my best friend, Sam! I know you’d take a bullet for me!” (2:31:02)

Sam: “You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me, Max. It’s getting annoying.”

Max: “If you don’t like it, then stop looking so damn tasty.” (2:38:11)

Max: “Think of something quick, Sam. I don’t like the way he’s undressing me with his eyes.” (2:53:22)

[fanfoolishness]

As you all know I've been rabid for Severance the past few weeks, and I've been mulling over various theories, ideas and character arcs. But I did notice that food is a running theme on the show: food, its absence, its uses, its meaning.

Severance is a show about connections, what happens when we lose or lack them, and how we can grow by developing these connections and relationships to other. Food is often used as shorthand for community and togetherness, and Severance uses food -- or the lack of it -- to help underscore these bonds, whether broken or whole.

Mark, a grieving, alcoholic widower, is rarely shown to eat. His normal post-work routine is beer or whiskey or wine on the couch. There's no montage of him even making a lonely bachelor dinner. He typically eschews food entirely outside of his interactions with others.

When Devon tries to pull him out of his house and away from himself, knowing the anniversary of his wife's death is approaching, they find themselves in a dinnerless dinner party, a pretentious, masturbatory bit of nonsense. The participants describe food as mere fuel for higher things, and not worthy of weight in and of itself. But these are hollow people, tactless and empty. Their relationships are plastic. There is nothing real about them, and thus, nothing real about their "dinner party."

The only real relationship that is explored here is Mark and Devon's.

Which is where we see the healthiest, freshest, and most filling meal of the show, lit with golden warmth, made by Devon and given to Mark. Their relationship is real, their connections are real. Their food is real. Devon asks Mark about therapy (he's not going) and Mark drinks from a hip flask (he's ill, but doesn't feel a need to hide it from Devon). The food in this scene underlines the strength of their bond.

Mark's other attempts at meals go less well. Mrs. Selvig/Cobel nearly force feeds him cookies; he eats them out of politeness, but the batch of burned ones in her kitchen shows that the effort to connect in this way is doomed. He goes to Pip's VIP area and is accosted by Petey before his food ever arrives. Later he and Petey share a pizza, but we don't see Mark eating, and the pizza looks sad and listless. Petey is trying to form a connection with him, but Mark is unable or unwilling to reciprocate.

A relationship that Mark does truly try to cultivate is that with Alexa. However, it doesn’t go well. His first date with Alexa is entirely foodless, though he orders a second whiskey while they sit with empty plates. He ruins the date later by aggressively arguing with people downtown, his defensiveness fueled by whiskey, and heads home alone for a beer.

The best he manages to do with Alexa is to decline alcohol at his second dinner with her and enjoy some fries -- and this is their healthiest interaction, where they mutually extend the date and Alexa comes home with him. Food as connection.

Contrast ordering whiskey number 2 in an empty restaurant on their first date, with being good with only water and having at least fries in a restaurant that shows more warmth, more liveliness, other couples. It's a healthier step, and one that almost gets Mark to a better place, until he runs out on Alexa in the middle of the night.

His worst meal, and the only time we see himself having his own food in his house, is when he scours the news for information on Graner's murder, makes an ass of himself to Alexa, tears up Gemma's photo, and grieves her more than ever. This is not sustaining. This is not healthy. It's a fucking bag of potato chips and a bottle of whiskey for dinner.

In contrast, innie Mark doesn't fare much better. The food at Lumon is doled out purely as soulless rewards for work the innies must perform. The food is precisely regulated, either with tokens or with Milchick's falsely cheerful deliveries of bizarrely regimented melons and eggs. Lunches are provided and noted on the list of the senior refiner's duties, but we never see the innies get to enjoy them, if they are indeed enjoyable. Food is fuel. Food is incentive. Food is out of their control.

Even the vaunted waffle party, lauded all season, requires taking a refiner away from their team so they can eat alone, where they then put on a mask and watch other people in masks. Food as separation. Food that encourages distance rather than fostering closeness.

But slowly, the innies begin to band together. They realize their prison is cold and cruel, that they have been deprived of basic, vital, precious relationships. Helly realizes that her own escape is not enough, and she wants the others to find freedom too. Dylan realizes corporate incentives mean nothing in the face of his son’s embrace — and he insists the others deserve the same chance to experience their own lives. Mark begins to realize through Ricken’s book and their new experiences that self-worth and community are vital goals. And Irving realizes his love for Burt is beautiful, Kier be damned.

The egg bar, coveted as fuck, is actually good. So is their teamwork. Their friendship. Their connections, finally recognized by all of them as more important than punishment or toeing the line or making it through another day.

So they plan their rebellion, their chance to break through to the outside world, to honor their mutual struggle and their bond. Dylan gazes upon his reward, a glass cube of all of them united; and Irving, excited, determined, triumphant, says:

“Let’s find out what’s for dinner.”

[evita-shelby]

The Gala

Rated M for smut no minors 🔞

Gif by @mrs-gray

No more taglists for the Eva fics, i can't remember who was on them

Cw: for racism, a mommy/daddy kink, sexual harassment, alluded sex and a joke at Sigmund Frued's expense

Tonight had been a success.

And even if it hadn’t, Tommy knew it wouldn’t affect things after.

“Alone at last.” Eva sighed as she shut the door behind her and locked it for good measure.

“I thought it would never end.” He said carefully removing his bowtie and tossing it as far away from him as possible.

----

Their first party after their time with Mosley.

It went better than expected, especially now that they no longer pretended to believe in fascism.

But better doesn’t mean the party didn’t have its unique problems.

Thomas knows the necessity of these things and yet, each time he wished he could just hide out in the stables until its over.

But he needs to show his party that he is the only one who can keep Mosley out of the spotlight the pathetic worm loves so much.

There was much staring ---Eva was used to it, counted on it even--- especially with Eva’s white satin dress that was very similar to the red one she wore for her birthday party in 1929.

“I am burning that fucking dress the moment this is over.” He warns lowly and she just gave a coy smile.

It had a low back, a deep enough neckline to show those freckles he likes so much and clung to her torso enough to show off her hourglass figure.

Looked like an angel until you saw that wicked look in her eyes.

You can see all you want, but the moment you even dreamed of touching her, they will find themselves being left to the wild pigs in the woods outside.

“I thought you might like it, amorcito.” She feigns innocence as they walk into the gallery.

----

“I think I deserve a reward for my good behavior, sweetheart.” He says tugging loose the bow holding the dress up.

“Who says I wanted a good boy tonight, maybe I wanted you to kill that fucker who said my melons are in season.” She asks but lets him do as he pleases.

“No more killing, Evie.” He reminds her as he slowly pushed the dress down and savoring the goosebumps he leaves on her tan skin.

“If you say so, Tommy.” She murmurs, turning her head slightly to kiss him.

“Those days are over, they’re over for good.” He says sternly, keeping her close enough to taste the champagne in her breath as he reminds her of their new rule.

----

Eva is no stranger to being gawked at and cause a stir.

It has been what has gotten her where they are now and she won’t change for anything.

“Will you be a good boy for mummy?” she asks knowing sex is the only thing to keep him on good behavior tonight.

Tommy has great self control, but its very fun to watch him fight every urge to throttle the men and women looking down on them when she gets him hot and bothered.

Besides, this is revenge for him denying her all week.

“Always.” He says taking the offered champagne. “Can daddy say the same about mummy?”

Eva can’t answer that as she sees an all too familiar woman arrive.

But the death grip on her crystal flute says it all.

----

“I really thought you were going to kill her.” Tommy likes the games they play and does absolutely nothing as she carefully removes his clothes one button at a time.

“Can you believe the audacity of that pendeja?” Eva asked tossing his shirt on the chair and slowly untucks his undershirt, smirks when the muscles on his stomach tense at her cool touch.

She’s feeling threatened since she saw her.

Its been nearly sixteen years since he’s even seen Grace and somehow, his witch of a wife thinks she is still a threat.

Grace had numbed the pain in his heart, quieted the shovels like a good dose of opium.

He had thought himself in love with her until Eva pulled him from the haze of lies and betrayals.

Eva had resurrected him, like lighting striking Frankenstein’s monster.

Taken his hand and made him walk back into the land of the living as something not quite human.

Made his blood run like fire as he came back to life, made him laugh again, made him love with a passion that threatened to burn everything in its path.

Silly witch thought he’d leave all that for a woman he didn’t even know beyond a few lonely nights.

“I thought Florence said she was dead.” He tries to think when she kisses a trail down his chest as she comes to kneel in front of him.

“I suppose she was wrong. But enough about her, Mummy’s waited all evening for this,” Eva says wanting to pretend she wasn’t jealous or close to breaking this new rule of theirs.

“You used to hate this so much, sweetheart, what changed?” he asks as she unbuckled his belt and whined when Tommy stopped her.

Making her look at him as she answers.

He doesn’t mind giving up control to her most nights, but tonight is not one of those nights.

“Gotta keep daddy on his toes, else he’ll run off with that bland blonde bitch.”

----

Nothing brings out the violence in her blood like Grace.

“It has been a long time, hasn’t it?” Grace says with shining eyes and having replaced her Irish accent with something resembling a posh London one.

Eva wants to pull her hair and drag her out of her damn house.

“I see you are no longer Irish, Mrs. MacMillan.” He said coolly.

“Thomas.” She says as if she were correcting him. “I am Mrs. Thomas now.”

Eva is going to kill her. New rule be damned.

“It was better of Grace MacMillan died, I had made too many enemies and my husband no longer trusted me.”

“I wonder why.” Eva muttered.

“Why are you here?” he asks his former lover who finds all trace of love or even affection for her gone.

What was she expecting, for him to want her after building their relationship up on a foundation of lies?

“I was invited, by my fiancé.” She says gesturing slightly to the handsome yet dull Lord Smallwood of Birmingham.

Eva was supposed to marry him, but then she met Tommy and no man or woman could get her to leave him after.

Not even for a title.

“We wish you joy, and hope you are as happy with him as we have been these fifteen years, Miss. Thomas.” Eva said with a smile as false as her good wishes.

“No more killing, Evie.” Thomas reminded her.

----

“Such a good girl for daddy,” he said spent and pulling her back up, tasting himself in her wicked mouth as she guides him to the nearest soft surface.

“Did you lock the doors?” he asks as they crash into the couch.

“Yeah, even locked the nursery door earlier so they can’t come in through it either.” She answers with an eager nod.

“Mummy deserves a reward for not killing Grace, doesn’t she?” she asks as he kisses and bites his way down her neck, her clavicle and finally her tits.

“Such self-control, Mrs. Shelby, where was it when the newlyweds showed up?”

----

“Ah, my dear Mr. Shelby, we missed you at the wedding!” Mosley shows up acting as if he was wanted here.

“How odd not to have received an invitation, sir. I told my dear Oswald that surely there had to be a mistake.” Diane pretended not to be offended and hoped to have them fawn and all that.

Those days were long gone.

They tried to kill him and their family.

No more killing.

But she wasn’t going to kill them, just humiliate them.

No one liked them here anyways.

“There was no mistake, Lady Diana. I thought we had been perfectly clear last we saw each other.

Shall I remind you with words, or would you prefer our security detail to do it?” Eva asked them making their guests turn to see who was at the end of her ire.

Diana cleared her throat like a lady thinking she misheard, but the sight of Isiah and Finn coming to escort them out made her step back.

“To think we thought you were civilized!” the blonde said outraged.

“We are, which is why I gave you two options, would you rather walk out of here or be carried out?” Eva repeated her question, feeling the thrill of saying those words.

“Come, darling, lets leave these savages and find better company.” Mosley said thinking his insults would hurt as they leave with their dignity in tatters.

Eva is so disappointed this didn’t last longer, she couldn’t wait to tell him he’d die alone and forgotten with his children refusing to continue his legacy.

What a shame.

----

“Can you believe we once fucked her?” she brings up as he rolls off her.

At some point they’d ended up on the luxurious Persian rug, not that they cared.

Even after all this time, Eva loved how ravenous they were for each other.

“Don’t fucking remind me, I want this to last all night, love.” He said with disgust as they catch their breath.

“I’m surprised we lasted so long without sneaking off for a quick fuck. Had I known that, I would’ve worn knickers.” Eva said as if she hadn’t been trying to get a rise out of him all evening.

----

She had grown very impatient by the time the dancing began.

Even flirted with the other young MPs to make him jealous.

But it didn’t work.

“Right about now, you’d be stealing me away for a fuck, daddy.” She whispers seductively in his ear, being especially careful not to nip his earlobe.

He has been denying her for the past ten days, Eva is at her wit’s end.

She hasn’t been this horny since she was pregnant with Florence and it was fucking killing her.

“Should’ve never let me read Freud.” He grumbles as he gently pushes her away.

The witch hadn’t liked him reading up on those particular psychological theories.

Found them rather weird until she discovered how hard it made him to hear her call him daddy while she made a joke about the Oedipus Rex and Electra complexes.

He had started calling her mummy when he was feeling particularly needy and now she’s glad no one has discovered this new game they play.

While she will never care for Freudian shit, Eva loved exploring every facet of their sex life.

Something Tommy was not as keen about as he got closer and closer to middle age.

So she commented on the gray in his hair and called him a silver fox?

That is no reason for him to turn her down this week.

“You’ve been avoiding me all week, Tommy. Is something wrong, mi vida?” she asks concerned.

“Nah, I’m fine, love. Gonna make it up to you tonight, I promise.” He shook his head slightly as he answered.

Tommy changed the topic away from it, “How are your knees, Evie?”

“Nicely healed, I thought you would’ve noticed, but even that you’ve ignored too.” She answered frustrated with him.

“Once this shit is over daddy’s gonna take care of mummy all night long.” He promised as the hand on her lower back went to her hip. “Naughty girl, why do you need all those French knickers when you aren’t even wearing them?”

“Maybe I’m tired of wearing them, Tommy.” She teases hoping to break his resolve.

“Witch.”

-----

After that the party went off without a hitch.

Sure the women had grown tired of their husbands and sons leering at Eva and some had started showing their true colors, and Tommy was sure to pay the boys extra if they did some minor damage to the shiny cars the men were driving, but it was a success over all.

And finally over.

“At this point I will have scars on my fucking knees, Tom.” Eva complains after with a tired laugh.

“But it was worth it, just like last time,” he points out as he holds the cold wet rag to her right knee and she does the same to her left.

“Yeah, it was.” The witch hummed in agreement. “I was thinking of getting the dress in black for Smallwood’s wedding, what do you think?”

“I cannot believe we got invited to their wedding.” He admits hoping she refuses to attend. “We’re not going, I think she’s still in love with me.”

“I know, I was just messing with you, Tom.”

[whatavery]

Crosstalk (Art Trade)

My part of an art trade I did with Melon over on twitter, featuring their OC Ethel Freeman and everyone's favorite weasel-faced Marigold, Wes! Had fun with this one, I'm glad you liked it, Melon!

Crosstalk: Noun: "When two communications channels play over each other, usually unintentionally."

...

“… and that marks the third raid on an illegal drinking establishment this month. While authorities have refused to comment on the matter, they have reassured me that all will be taken care of in an orderly fashion.” Ethel shuffled her notes for a moment as she took a short breather. The gray-furred cat took a moment, before she continued. “And on the topic of doing things in an orderly fashion, do be careful out there tomorrow, all you drivers. It’s getting real slippery out there. This has been Ethel Freeman with the Tin Twist Ticket. Have a good night.”

Ethel flicked a few switches and just like that, she was off the air. She checked her wristwatch for the time. It was getting rather late by now, almost ten. She was definitely one of the latest broadcasts, though she didn’t have much of a choice. These days, most stations were limited in when and how much they’d broadcast. Not many shows had female hosts and even fewer sole female hosts. But Ethel was doing what she enjoyed and she was doing it well – at least she thought she was doing rather well for herself.

Giving a yawn, the American Curl cat gave a self-satisfied smile. Life was good. Ethel ran a hand through her curly, black locks. With the holiday season, she had plenty on her mind; presents to buy, people to give them to… and people to keep at bay.

A knock on her studio door made her jump and whip around, her glasses almost falling off in the process. Framed in the door of her office stood a tall, looming figure clad in a black suit. Had it not been for the hunched figure’s white dress shirt and blood red tie, their clothes may very well have blended in with their black fur.

“Happy holidays,” the tall stranger sneered at Ethel, tone rather sarcastic. The scarred, elongated face was one Ethel recognized. If anything, it was one that was very hard to forget. His ominously bright, almost glowing eyes were trained on the heavyset American Curl.

“What are you here for, Mr. Clyde?” Ethel’s lips were pursed as she looked upon the weasel-faced stranger with mounting dislike. It wasn't the first time he'd appeared unannounced in her studio, though Ethel couldn’t exactly say that his other visits had been much better.

“That’s not a very festive greeting, now is it, missy?” he practically crooned at her as he moved into the room. While he himself had never done anything to harm Ethel, seeing him approaching still made her tense up. On the left side of his chest, Ethel spotted the familiar, orange flower pin, and she noticed he hadn't bothered wiping his boots of snow. “I was here to give you an invitation-”

“If it’s from your boss, tell him I’m still not interested,” the shorter female insisted. She scowled up at Mr. Clyde as he stopped in front of her. He had quite a inches on her in terms of height, he’d have even more if he wasn't as hunched. Despite being slicked back, the fur on his head looked slightly messy.

“Fighting words…” he said sarcastically as he looked down at her with a look that braver people than Ethel would have found intimidating. But she wasn't afraid of Wes Clyde, not in the least. “Are you sure? It’s a Christmas party and everything…”

Ethel gave a defiant nod and crossed her arms. “Quite sure. You don’t need to keep coming back to try and make me join you and your… your…”

“Yes…?” Ethel scowled when Mr. Clyde smirked at her, looking amused, as though he couldn’t wait to hear what she wanted to call him and his people.

“You and your band of low-lives.”

“Low-lives…? That’s just hurtful…” Ethel momentarily looked surprised when she heard those words, staring up into those yellow eyes. But when she saw the smirk on Mr. Clyde’s face, however, she knew he wasn't actually hurt – and there was no need to be sympathetic. “We’re proper folks. We run a business, just like you. Don’t you profit off our work?”

“If you mean all those supposed accidents…” Ethel said, squinting slightly up at Mr. Clyde, who grinned down at her. He took a step back and reached into his jacket pocket.

“That I do, li’l missy,” he told her casually, pulling out a cigarette and a light. Ethel didn’t even get a chance to tell him not to smoke in her studio before he lit the cigarette, slipping it between his lips. When he exhaled, he was at least kind enough to blow the smoke away from Ethel. “Don't try to change the subject, though – you’re profiting off our handiwork too.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she snorted at him, arms crossed as she looked up at him. “I just report on what your people are doing.”

The black cat gave a snort of his own and blew smoke to a point right above Ethel's head. “And you make how much as a radio host…?”

At this Ethel fell silent, scowling at the taller male, who grinned at her in a triumphant way. He took another drag of his cigarette, before he gestured towards the door. “Come, let’s go for a walk, li’l missy.”

A walk alone with him of all people? The thought made Ethel grimace slightly. She wasn't going to walk the cold streets with a man like Wes Clyde. “And what makes you think I’d want to be seen with you? I don’t want to be associated with you Marigolds…!”

“And people say I’m nasty,” the weasel-faced cat said, though he didn’t look like her words actually hurt him. “Please, just a short li’l walk. It’s nothing major, I just want to talk business…”

“I’m not doing business with you people, I already-”

“Or we can just talk,” the taller cat said, shrugging. He flashed the gray cat a grin and blew smoke towards the floor of all places. Ethel watched as the cloud of cigarette smoke made impact with the floor, washing over her feet before it dissipated. “Can’t blame a man for yearning for some lovely company, now can you?”

Ethel faltered slightly, fixing Mr. Clyde with a rather suspicious look. His words were dripping with a smarminess she wasn't quite sure she liked. The American Curl raised an eyebrow at him, while he simply returned it with a look to match his tone of voice.

As it turned out, the night air was indeed rather cold, which was no surprise. Clad in a thick, warm winter coat, Ethel stepped out onto the street. She could feel the air nipping at her face whenever a breeze blew past and she could see her breath in the air before her. The sky above the city was mostly clear, though the streets were still covered in quite a bit of snow, especially the sidewalks.

“Why are you really here?” Ethel asked as she turned to Mr. Clyde, the tall, hunched cat smirking at her. He'd thrown a coat of his own on as well on the way out, though it didn’t look particularly warm to Ethel. “Surely you didn’t stop by just to give me an invitation…”

“Maybe I did,” the black cat responded with a shrug. When he started walking by Ethel’s side, he offered his arm to her, though she simply looked at it as though it were a venomous snake that could strike at any time. When she didn’t take it, Mr. Clyde simply chuckled. “What’s it to you anyway?”

“I just don’t imagine you coming to hassle a radio host is actually part of your job…” the shorter cat noted coolly. When the hunched man chuckled, she turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “… what?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised, li’l missy. You ain't the first radio host I've had to have a little talk with,” Mr. Clyde told her rather cryptically. They walked down the darkened street at a slow pace, snow crunching under their boots. Thankfully it wasn't too slippery, the soles of Ethel's winter boots thankfully keeping her mostly secure on her feet.

“A little talk? Who else did you talk to?” she asked, tone suspicious as she looked up at him. She knew quite a few other people who worked in radio, though not all of them did so as regularly as she did. She broadcast when she was able to, whether that be in the morning or the afternoon. Not many radio shows had set schedules, hers certainly didn’t, for the most part.

“Oh, really only that Morrison fella. But he wasn't as interesting as you, I've got to admit,” Mr. Clyde told her, smirking at her. “Nor would I want to invite that guy to a party…”

Once more Ethel looked at the black cat in surprise. He offered her his arm again, but she still didn’t take it. He didn’t appear to mind, however, and simply continued walking by the gray cat’s side. Ethel cleared her throat some. “You really want me to go, don’t you? I’m starting to think it’s personal and not business, Mr. Clyde…”

This time, it was the weasel-faced cat who fixed her with a curious glance. Mr. Clyde looked surprised, but quickly resumed smirking at her. “Well, in that case, you may call me Wes, li’l missy.”

Ethel's left ear gave an irritated flick. “Could you please stop calling me that?”

“What, you don’t like it? Fine, fine, Ms. Freeman.” Ethel stumbled lightly, a particularly slippery patch of ice under her foot. She had to grab the nearest thing and that just so happened to be the black cat’s arm. He was clearly taken by surprise as she nearly pulled him down with her, but he steadied himself to keep her from falling.

“Ah, now you’ll hold my arm – when you almost fall,” Wes teased her, smirking as they moved past the slippery area and turned a corner. Ethel let go almost immediately, however and simply walked beside him again.

“Trust me, I didn’t enjoy it,” she told him, though she felt her cheeks warming noticeably in the cold winter night. Ethel adjusted her spectacles as they continued on their way, though before long she realized how far away from her studio he was taking her. She’d hoped it would be a short walk around the block, but realized she had been foolish in her assumption. Ethel stopped.

“What’s the matter?” Wes asked, turning back towards her. He watched the American Curl with a look of intrigue. He smirked a bit when he seemed to realize. “Come now, it’s not far…”

“I’m not going into that… that…”

“That what?” Wes was almost sneering at her as he lit another cigarette.

“That den of lions!”

“Please, as if I’d let anything happen to you. You'd be our special guest for the night, there’s no need to make a fuzz, li’l missy.” He gave a snort, before taking the first drag of the cigarette. Wes extended his arm to Ethel once more, tilting his head slightly upwards, giving her a different view of his scarred face, looking almost pleasant – almost handsome… “What do you say?”

Ethel stood by the taller cat, frowning up at him. She looked back the way they'd come from, then up ahead. She knew that he was leading her further and further away from her studio. Her eyes met his for a moment, before she broke eye contact again. “… is it far?”

“Not at all, li’l missy, just another few blocks – faster to get there than to go back,” Wes insisted, grinning down at her. He offered her his arm yet again. Despite herself, Ethel took hold. Through his clothes, she could feel that he had quite a bit of lean muscle. The slender black cat looked particularly pleased with himself as he guided her along.

Ethel didn’t know much about Wes’ employers other than the fact that they dabbled in very unsavory business. She’d been exposed to Marigold thanks to her fascination with crime and the various stories that tended to pop up. She knew for a fact that he worked for people who weren't exactly on the proper side of the law. What would it even be like to be among people like that?

“See, this ain't so bad, is it?” Wes asked, flashing her another smirk as he guided her down the street. Ethel said nothing. She wasn't so sure. He was starting to act considerably nicer, but was it all an act to lure her in and spring a trap on her?

“It’s… something,” Ethel half-muttered, her brain going over the possible scenarios. Did she know too much? Was that why he was bringing her in? Or were they going to plant evidence on her or have her incriminated in some other way?

“You’re shaking.” Wes’ words caught Ethel off-guard. She turned to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you are.”

“It’s cold,” she simply noted, gripping his arm more firmly, as if to show her displeasure in a more physical manner.

“That it is, li’l missy, that it is…” he noted, blowing smoke up towards the sky, before it dissipated into the cool night air. “If you’re scared, you've got nothing to worry about. You can trust me.”

“But if I don’t…?” she asked, stopping in her tracks. Wes stopped with her and watched her for a moment. Then he let out a short laugh. “… what’s so funny?”

“Oh, I just find it funny – here you are holding my arm like we’re on a date and yet… you don’t trust me?” the black cat sneered down at her. Ethel cleared her throat, but said nothing, leaving the weasel-faced cat to chuckle to himself. “Don't be scared, li’l missy, I’ll take good care of you.”

[dxliqhted]

storytime: itto

arataki itto x fem!reader, fluff.

you pick up your tote once you place the books neatly into a pile, careful to not mkstreat them. itto watches your everymove, still not wrapping his mind around the concept that you volunteered to read, of all things.

"they're paying you to just read?" "to kids itto, yes."

he gives you a confused look, like he was trying to read you, "and you said your doing it—"

you sigh, "for fun. i like to read." you shrug and the guys mind looks blown, he even falls back on the couch for more effect. "you're so dramatic." you snicker, "you sure you don't wanna join? maybe you can find a book you like." you look down at him to see him smile lazily, "read? pfft..no thanks." he says cooly, you roll your eyes but a smile remains on your lips,

"okay...if you need me i'll be at the publishing house." you wave at him as you head towards the door, but you hear him quickly scramble behind you, "w-wait! what if you run into some monsters on your way?" he points out, you turn to face him again, lifting a brow, "its not that far i'm sure its avoidable." you assure but he clears his throat, "i don't wanna take any chances—! i could just escort you there...you know—to protect you!" he smiles, a light shade of blush blooming on his sunkissed cheeks, he lifts an arm to flex his muscles just to prove that he's suitable for the job.

"you won't take no for an answer." i inform—agreeing, he nods, his smile becoming larger and i can't hold mine back, "fine lets go then.." with a sigh you open the door hearing his victory laugh.

...

your seated amongst the kids behind the publishing house, telling a story about a lost baby bird searching for a new home. the kids all seem so invested, and so does your boyfriend apparently.

itto was pretending to be interested in a shelf of books that were about plant growing. while at first you believe he did find something he liked, his eyes were caught wandering a lot towards the group.

with every gasp the children made a plot twist followed ittos, to the point where you stopped and asked the kids, "should we invite mr. arataki to our storytime?"

"no. he keeps beating me at hide and seek. doesn't he know how to pretend?" one pouted, but a girl shook her head to his words, "your just a sore loser. i like itto! he helped me find my lost cat." she smiled sweetly,  "he pretended to be my personal driver!" "he taught me how to find really good lavender melon!" the others voiced and you felt your heart swell, you peered over at him again to see him eyeing the whispering group confused to what they were talking about.

"itto? do you want to join our storytime?" a boy turned to ask once the group reached a verdict, the oni look surprised, but he wasted no time playing coy, "well if you want me to…it'd be rude to say no..." he shrugged, before rushing over and plopping in an open space the kids made for him.

you shook your head with a smile as the kids (and itto) in unison looked up for more of your book,"okay, so then..." you keep telling the story, loving the way the kids and itto act in unison with their expressions. you think its cute how easily entertained he is for certain things.

gradually, the kids all shift and gather around itto. some laying against him, or propped over his head putting flowers on his horns unbeknownst to him.

"and soon the bird flied away, alone but greatful for his journey." you closed the book to be met with mixed emotions, ittos being the most vocal, "what? WHAT? THATS IT? IT'S SO SAD." he bursts nearly knocking over the kids above him, but the kids agree in unison, "it maybe sad but there's a lesson.." you remind, "lesson?" a girl asks,

"not everyone is someone you can trust." a honey femme voice says with a giggle after seeing everyone's reaction to her sudden presence. "sorry, did i scare you?" yae asks, "oh! yae, is it time?" you ask looking at the setting sun, the kids should head home before sundown so it might be time to end the story session,

yae nods with a sigh, "yes..as fun as this event might of been, it's time to go." the children "aw" with anguish before begrudgingly getting up and going to their parents.

all thats left is itto.

"[ name ] you don't understand how thankful i am for your volunteer work." yae says with a sweet smile, "and your oni's too.." she eyes itto who touches the flowers on his horns now realizing they were there. "bring him again next time. it's been good for the sales." she winks before strutting off,

"[ name ]?" itto calls, getting up from the cushioned  seat, "do you have any books at home?"

you smile, "i have a whole shelf in the living room itto." you tell him but he shakes his head, "no...what i meant was—can we read it together? like this,"

he's infront of you now, "please?"

©dxliqhted ♡ please do not steal, modify, plagiarize or repost my works

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Unforgettable soup"

A random story that popped into my head. Thanks Nim for this idea! 🫰💕 My little silly story about our Farmers: Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimilla), Rain (@silly-farmer), and Skylar (@justashamwithwastedpotential)!

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It's not to say that Luau was the favourite and long-awaited holiday of absolutely everyone in the Stardew Valley, mainly because of the summer heat and piles of annoying insects. But no one turned down the opportunity to get together on a day off to chat with friends and enjoy free food and drinks.

Julian, who didn't like the heat too much, was in that category, for he had missed his friends because of workload on the Gildergreen farm. He came to the seashore when the festivities were in full swing.

Dancing and laughter all around, the smell of delicious food and steam from a huge soup pot, loud and energetic music, the sea breeze, which somehow helped to cope with this unbearable heat, Lewis, who was hanging around the Governor - everything was the same as at the first Luau.

Holding the iridium quality truffle in his hands, Julian was about to go to the stairs to add the ingredient to the soup when he heard someone calling him. Turning his head, the blond-haired boy saw Ziana waving at him. Next to her stood Rain, who was munching on seafood appetisers, and Skylar, who was enjoying a cold pineapple juice.

"We were already worried you weren't coming, Mr Julian," Ziana's golden eyes sparkled at the sight of her friend.

"I just got delayed at the farm. The melon was ripening, needed a quick picking." Julian replied, smiling at all three of them in greeting. "So, what did you all decide to put in the soup this time?"

"Gold quality red cabbage," Rain replied proudly, finishing the caviar tartlet. "It could certainly use some fresh vegetables in there."

"I added the best melon I grew on my farm. But I won't be able to taste the soup. Someone added smoked fish and I'm allergic..." Sky noticed Julian's sad look. "Don't worry, Rain made tasty fruit snacks and fresh vegetable salads, so I definitely won't go hungry!", the brown-haired girl said, immediately picking up a fruit canapé. Rain was happy to be involved in cooking for Luau.

Ziana pulled a beautiful purple mushroom out of her bag and showed everyone. "My logs gave me some very high quality mushrooms this week, so I thought I'd add these."

"Excellent!" Rain nodded approvingly, "it'll definitely add some savoury flavour."

"What about you, Julian?" Skylar, asked.

A young man with multicoloured eyes displayed a large truffle.

"Very good choice. The soup this year will definitely be unforgettable." Rain faltered slightly, forgetting that Skylar wouldn't be able to taste it, but the girl was enjoying the fruit canapés so much that she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Looks like we're the only ones who haven't added the ingredients, Mr Julian. Let's get to the potluck quickly!". Ziana was already bouncing in place with impatience, so they both headed for the soup already.

Ziana was the first one up the small stairs, throwing a purple mushroom into the huge pot. "Done!", she jumped down onto the warm sand.

Julian was already on the last step half a minute later, ready to carefully place the truffle, but ended up frozen in place and the ingredient itself dropped into the soup with a loud splashing sound.

A purple cloth with white polka dots... He recognised this thing immediately.

Only Yoba knows why, among all the residents, Lewis had asked Julian specifically to find his ' lucky shorts'. A mystery to him, and he absolutely does not want to know answer. But these clothes he could have recognised anywhere.

The poor man's appetite was completely gone.

"Is everything alright?" Ziana asked worriedly, seeing Julian turn dramatically pale. But no sooner had she heard a reply than Lewis's loud voice rang out:

"Well, is everyone ready? The Governor will honour us and be the first to taste the soup. I hope you all brought only the best ingredients!"

Julian, without a word, took Ziana's hand gently and pulled her back to the table where Rain and Sky were. "Um, Mr Julian? Is something wrong?"

"No soup for us this year," Julian didn't let go of Ziana's hand even as they approached the buffet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Instead of answering Rain's question, Julian took her hand as well and dragged her towards the exit from the beach. "Where are we going?"

"Sky, can you take a plate of snacks with you, please?" Skylar didn't understand anything either, but immediately took the plate with all the canapés.

"What the heck happened?" Rain was getting more impatient.

And then all four of them heard shrieks and outrages behind them.

"This... This is a terrible! Horrible! Who dares to put my personal belongings in the soup?!" If the screams weren't enough, from Lewis waving his own underwear around definitely made Ziana, Rain and Skylar's faces cringe in disgust.

"Sky, get two plates of canapés." Skylar didn't need to be told twice, so all four young farmers moved away from the potluck and other residents.

They all didn't need to taste the soup for it to be unforgettable.

[lilywily143]

I'm a monster...

Self loathing comic, happy comfort ending

I'm a monster....

I've hurt too many people...(so many drones)

I've killed...

I look horrific

Why can't I be normal..?

N: Should I...?

N: Please don't regenerate super quickly... I don't wanna scare her...

Uzi: Go away Go away Go away Go away Go away Go away

U: Stupid.. Stupid wings...

U: Hey N?

N: Yeah?

U: Do you know where a sharp knife is?

N: There's a few in the dishwasher. It just finished a load.

U: NoNo. N-not for food

N: Oh, well, doesn't Khan have some sharp tools in the garage?

U: Okay, Thanks!

N: No problem!

[...After a bit]

N: Melons, it's so hard to see

U: N! Get over here!!

N: UZI ARE YOU O- kay...

U: N-Nathan....

N: U-Uzi... I-I-U...

U: Why...? Why are... why did...

N: Uzi... I-

Crying

I-I-I-I-I

U: Just relax for a moment. Take a moment... it's okay....

N: I-I just didn't wanna scare you all again... Mr. Uzi keeps looking unsettled at me... I-I just want you happy!

N: I thought getting rid of my.. scary parts would he-

U: N. Your physical appearance doesn't correlate to you as a whole

U: Do you understand?

N: y-yeah...

U: Now you get some clothes that can free your wings! You're getting a massage. Alright?

N: heehee yeah that sounds nice..

N: well. I'll change.. See you

U: Be right there!

Streeeeeeech

N: That feels... soooo much better...

U: Same here.

U: Let's get you that massage.

N: al-alright... heeheehe

[sonikkublue]

So Mr. H does have super speed but he chooses not to use it anymore for...reasons.

Not I'm imagining a reason why he would use it again, Name someone very, very stupid kidnapping Tails and trying to use the boy against him.

At this point people either don't know or have forgotten how fast Mr. H is so it'll probably be some young gangbanger or something that thinks he's hot shit who heard about the infamous crime lord Mr. H adopting some freak kid with two tails he lets wonder to and from school without protection and thought "I bet I could ransom the little shit and clean out that fat idiot for everything he's worth."

So he kidnaps Tails with a bunch of his boys and messages Mr. H to come to some old warehouse alone with $100M in cash "or else he'll pop the little mutant's head open like a melon."

Mr. H shows up with a brief case and tosses it over but they find it's empty.

"What the fuck is this you stupid muthafucker?" Thug askes while pressing his gun against Tails temple who's actually starting to feel scared now and is tearing up. "We told you 100 mil or the kid dies!"

Mr. H says nothing, he just gives that manic grin we all know and love, his eyes glowing green before he raises his hand and snaps his fingers.

Instantly everyone around the Thug is down on the ground, beaten and broken and Mr. H has him pinned to the ground with his own gun pressed against the back of his head.

"It seems you stupid little bastards forgot what my first name is." Before either popping him in the back of the head or knocking him out with a pistol whip so Tails doesn't see it and have his men gather everyone up so he can...deal with them later.

Tails would just be amazed that his dad can move so fast and asks him why he doesn't use his powers more often. Mr. H will just sigh as say maybe some other day he'll tell him.

That’s a cool scenario!

If it’s one thing Mr. H does want to keep away from his son finding out, is his super speed and stuff like that. And I don’t think he plans on telling him soon or what not. But there have been times to where Mr. H has used his speed to help out Miles, and his son not even noticing!

For exa a school scenario:

It’s recess and all the kids are playing by usual, tho Miles likes to be by himself since none of the other kids understand him…or like him. So while Miles is just minding his business, probably trying to plan out a little invention in the dirt, a couple kids show up and start pickin on him.

Now with what I mentioned before w/ Mr. H pulling up every-time recess starts to watch over his son, he sees that his son is gettin picked on and ofc that’s gonna piss him off. In a heartbeat, Mr. H jumps out of the car through the window! And in a blink of an eye, he’s towering over the kids pickin on his son.

Miles wasn’t even aware how his dad got from the car, to towering over the kids so fast. He’s only seen him walk over, wagging his finger at them, scolding them. So he doesn’t understand how he got there so fast.

After everything was settled tho, Miles got to go home and in the car, he asked his dad abt it. Mr. H just told him “not to worry about it.” And that has left Miles with so many questions.

[zyrafowe-sny]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @sunshine-zenith!

I believe the last line I wrote was this (as always I bounce between WIPs and write out of order):

Maybe in some other universe he would become a knight-inventor, but he couldn't imagine a future like that in this one.

Some no pressure tags if anyone wants to share the last line they wrote:

@sercezgazety @childlikegoblinqueen @branmuffins22 @abstract-moth @halcyonhue @gakriele-lvs-blog @sir-ballister-boldheart @violet-prism-creatively @watery-melon-baller @thegrimshapeofyoursmile @tristenthekitty @candyskiez @mr-jaybird @fairytales-and-folklore @drev-the-procrastinator @somefishycat

If you see this, write (posted or not), and I failed to tag you, please please please consider yourself tagged if you want to participate.