#SpongeBob coffee table

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SpongeBob Side Table (Model B)

ℹ️Informationℹ️

🏝️Material: Natural Resin

🏋️‍♂️Net Weight: 8.82 lb (Approx.)

📏Dimensions: 14.17*12.2*17.71(H) in (Approx.)

📦Outer Box Dimensions: 17.71*17.71*21.65(H) in (Approx.)

🛻Gross Weight: 13.23 lb (Approx.)

🏠Usage Scenarios🏡

🛋️Living Room: Coffee Table, Side Table

🛌Bedroom: Nightstand

🚪Entryway: Storage

Awaiting your discovery~

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: kageyama tobio, miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, hitoka yachi, ushijima wakatoshi

a/n: comeback?! 🫣

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he thinks everything you do is normal, it skews his perspective of the real world. you’re a great painter? suddenly he’s asking his seatmate why her drawings look like that. you sing well? he tells some kid with an average voice that he can’t sing. you’re rich? suddenly he’s calling someone’s car cheap.

obedient, whether or not you’re younger than him. “get me a glass of water, tobio” “ok.” // “my feet hurt, tobio.” “put them on my lap, ill massage your feet.” honestly, really reasonable and kind

he’s so loud when he gets annoyed though. stubs his toe on the coffee table and the next day, you receive a noise complaint. swears a lot too. god forbid he loses one of his volleyball equipment. he’s going to absolutely flip the house upside down.

kageyama is so transparent with you, literally almost no boundaries. he’ll literally go into your room and is confused why you tell him to get out. “why? is there something you need to hide?” somehow knows your password always “why can’t i use your phone? you can use mine.” bro has nothing to hide, hes too comfortable around you

just dont mess with his volleyball things and you’re all good.

MIYA TWINS

you three are so loud all the goddamn time, your neighbors hate you guys. the two might baby you or look up to you, but you’re never exempted from their mischief. but at least you have your very own bodyguard and sidekicks.

you own literally nothing. things will go missing from your room, and appear in atsumu’s desk. one time, you see your hand cream in atsumu’s hand, and he’s using it to massage his foot after volleyball practice. “what are you doing?!” “i ran out of foot cream. plus, what’s the difference between feet and hand skin anyways? oh hey, it smells nice.”

you can’t store your food just anywhere too, you have to hide it in the most creative spots just to make sure osamu doesn’t get his hands on it. always makes excuses too. “this is OUR house so this is also OUR food” “sharing is caring, and i’m your brother.”

when osamu and atsumu fight, you either get dragged in or you have to start haggling to get between them. you three will fight about literally anything. mainly because you three love to intentionally annoy each other “get out of my room!” “my feet are outside so it doesn’t count.” BAM BOOSH POW!! knuckle sandwich for everyone!

and you three love to pretend to be characters in the show. powerpuff girls? osamu is bubbles, you and atsumu fight over who’s blossom. alvin and the chipmunks? osamu is theodore, atsumu is alvin, and you’re simon. god forbid spongebob comes on, because atsumu insists he’s pearl.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s a great brother, in all senses of the word. you leave something at home and he’ll bring it for you. you get into an accident and he’s the first to show up. you lose something and he’ll find it for you.

you see oikawa so often he might as well be your brother too. when you’re talking to people, the two are so irritating lol. oikawa’s teasing you and giggling about it, and iwaizumi is giving you “the talk” which he’s given you dozens of times.

he likes to scold you, but he’s only really looking out for you. he doesn’t like to encourage you when you cause trouble, but a single text from you, and he’s already grumbling and on his way to open the window for you to sneak in.

if you like any of his teammates and he finds out, you’ll get an earful. “there are so many guys in the world and you like him?! you can do better but you’re settling on so little!” and if it’s oikawa, he’s literally gagging and telling oikawa he isn’t allowed to come over anymore.

but also, he’s paying for your deliveries, opening the car door for you, and making you walk in the inner side of the sidewalk, so you win anyways.

HITOKA YACHI

she makes you talk to your mom and ask permission for her, because she’s too scared to do it herself. feels bad and gives you some cash or snacks to make it up to you if you get scolded in her place.

brings you to volleyball practice with her, and if you’re classmates or in karasuno too, she makes you sign up as manager with her too. you two are almost inseparable, mainly because yachi doesn’t want to do things with strangers, and wants to be with someone she knows.

loves to go out and hang with you. she’s not really a shopping kind of girl, but you two will literally get lost when you get to stationery. you two will frequent cute cafes too. you go under the guise of studying but get distracted by everything.

in the nights, she’ll do your hair and skin routine, and you’ll do hers. you two have a shared playlist and everything, and the both of you will just talk about everything under the sun.

surprisingly has a large appetite around you. she’ll ogle your sweets. “um…are you going to eat that? just asking…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

sibling or not, he’s really quiet. doesn’t like small talk or messing around since he doesn’t see the point in it. also can be super blunt with you so he hurts your feelings sometimes, but he’s always quick to apologize once he realizes you were upset by it. “you might have gotten a higher score if you didn’t waste time on your phone last night.” “toshi…” “sorry, i mean it as advice.”

has really good insight into things, so you often go to him for advice. he’s straightforward and likes to cut to the chase, so he’s rarely in between decisions. on the other hand, he can occasionally misunderstand your intentions and feelings and doesn’t understand why some things bother you.

he’ll call you to the backyard to toss to him every so often. you’ve spent a majority of your childhood passing ushijima volleyballs for him to hit and receive, and waiting for him to finish watching a game so you can watch your cartoons.

he always has tickets for you to watch his games. if he hears your cheers, he’ll give you a determined smile. he’ll find you after a game and ask you how it was and if you had fun. has you ride in the team bus to and from games and no one really pays too much mind. (except for tendou who’ll pester you)

on his way back home after a long practice, he’ll stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out for you.

[linos-luna]

My baby 🔪❣️

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2). (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7) (Pt. 8) (Pt. 9) (Pt. 10)

Warnings: forced ddlg , infantilization, yandere behavior , cursing , 18+ , light smut , unhealthy relationships

Synopsis: Chan treats you like a little kid. To him, you are his baby and he needs to care for you 24/7. At first it was cute but now he did everything for you. From dressing you to feeding you, you had no freedom and the consequences for resisting him were scary…

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It’s around 10am and you’re sitting at the dining table. After your boyfriend dressed you to his liking and you begging him to let you brush your own teeth, you were now at the table for breakfast and was faced with a spoon of eggs being held up to your mouth. Chan was playfully pouting as he urged you to eat it.

“Chan, I can feed mys-“

“What’d you call me?” He interrupted, pinching your thigh.

“Daddy! Sorry Daddy!” You whimpered in pain. Your thigh was already covered in bruises from before, the pinch over them made it much more painful.

As quick as he got mad he went back to his happy demeanor, smiling as he lifted the spoon to your mouth again. “Open up baby”

You reluctantly did so, not wanting to upset him again.

After breakfast you went to the living room and he turned on SpongeBob for you. Of all the cartoons he’d put on, you actually liked SpongeBob so it wasn’t too bad. You sat on the floor, coloring a picture on the coffee table while having a rilakkuma plushie on your lap.

You looked like a child. Chan had you dressed in a puff sleeved blue shirt and flowy black skirt. On top you also wore a grey zip up hoodie and some knee high socks. To make it worse, you had a sippy cup with orange juice next to you. It really would be humiliating if anyone were to walk in.

Chan was cleaning up the dishes that was left from the night before, finally giving you some time alone. You looked around the room and spotted something under the couch. It was your phone. You hadn’t seen it in days and was surprised Chan hadn’t thrown it away.

You grabbed it and took a look at your messages. There were missed calls and a few friends of yours had messaged you asking where you’ve been and if you’re okay.

For a while now you’ve been trying to figure out a way to get out. To sneak out in the middle of the night without being seen is ideal. For weeks you had studied your boyfriend’s patterns and how he locks up at night. You had to get out. A tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly tossed the phone back under the couch as you heard Chan coming.

“Hi baby. I finished the dishes! Now we can spend some time together.” He said smiling down at you.

Now you just have to keep him in a good mood for the rest of the day. Act like how he wants you to, humor him.

“Yay!” You said clapping, cringing at the childish glee you just portrayed.

He nodded, chuckling at how cute you are. He crouched down and looked at your drawing, happy to see the effort you put into it.

“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked sweetly while tugging at his arm.

“Yes of course!”

…

After cleaning up the shared bedroom, putting your favorite plushies on the bed, and playing some games, Chan wanted to cuddle with you while watching a movie. It was a cold rainy day and he loved cuddling with you.

You sat on his lap with a warm blanket draped over both you. On one side sat your rilakkuma plushie then on your right was your sippy cup. Chan had his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight and nuzzling his head in your neck. You leaned back to rest a bit, you needed the energy for tonight but just as you did, you felt your boyfriend’s hand going under the blanket and under your skirt.

You tensed up, you knew what he wanted. He often did this when he wanted to “cuddle” but you weren’t into it right now. You often weren’t in the mood but he didn’t really care.

You felt him rubbing your panties and you gasped. “D-daddy… n-not- ”

“Shhh…” he hushed you, moving his fingers under your panties. “I’m just trying to make you feel good…”

You whined as you felt him rubbing your clit, instantly moving your hand to his, trying to shove it away. “N-no I don’t want- ”

“Hey!” Chan suddenly yanked your hair back. “What are you doing?!”

“S-sorry I’m sorry!” You cried out feeling his other hand smack your thigh.

“I’m trying to help you!”

“Y-yes yes! I’m sorry!” You were trying to stop crying as he continued pinching your thigh.

He nodded and let go of your hair, letting you lean back to your relaxing position again. “Now relax baby…” he said softly, rubbing your clit again.

He continued fingering you until you came a few times and were exhausted, you barely paid any attention to the movie.

Soon you started to fall asleep and he carried you to bed. He dressed you in your pajamas and tucked you in with your plushie. Chan gave you a kiss on the forehead and stepped out to turn off the lights in the living room and brush his teeth. As he did so, you quickly got up and looked for a key in his drawer, putting it in your pocket before getting back under the sheets.

He came back in and laid next to you, giving another kiss before wrapping his arms around you and slowly drifting off.

…

3-4 hours later you decided to make your move as he let go of you and rolled to the other side. You got up, put on some sneakers and quietly snuck out of the room.

You made your way to the front door, carefully unlocking the locks with the key you found in Chan’s drawer. You finally unlocked it and just as you open the door you hear a shout behind you.

“Hey! What are you doing?!?” Chan shouts at you while stomping towards you. You froze for a moment in fear but quickly turned to run. However Chan had grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you in. You fought and struggled as he tried getting ahold of you and shoved you into the bookshelf near the door. You kept yourself from falling and as he was about to grab you again. You then threw a heavy book at him and it stunned him for a moment, then you threw another one before running out.

You ran down the street looking around for help but since it was nearly 2am no one was out. You continued running but when you looked back you saw your boyfriend coming at you full speed, reminding you how of how fit and active he was.

You were hopeful as you were getting close to a busy road but you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your shoulder, this stunned you and caused you to slip on the wet concrete.

You yelled out in pain when you fell, scrapping both your knees and the palms of your hands from trying to catch yourself. Your wrist also hurt, it may have been sprain. You looked next to you and saw a rock maybe the size of a baseball. He must’ve thrown it.

Chan caught up to you and looked down shaking his head. He bent over to pick you up bridal style and started heading towards home. You tried squirming around to get free but it was no use. You were too weak.

Once inside, Chan threw you on the couch and stood over you.

“You dumb bitch… did you really think I was sleeping?!” He laughed, obviously amused by your sad escape attempt.

You weren’t sure what to say. You could barely hold yourself up since any pressure on your wrist was extremely painful and blood was dripping down your knees.

“D-daddy I’m sorry…”

“Are you really?” He said in a more sarcastic tone. “Seems to me like you’re just a dumb baby that got caught.”

You frantically shook your head and sat up, now crying. “No no! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“You’re such a bad liar.” He laughed again. He pulled you up by your arm and tried pushing you towards the bedroom. Unfortunately, your knees were still in extreme pain and you fell after losing balance. Chan was getting impatient.

He grabbed you by the hair and dragged you across the floor to the bedroom. You screamed and tried grabbing onto his wrist but it didn’t seem to affect him.

“Daddy has to punish you now.” He said now letting go of you with his arms crossed. “You only did this to yourself.”

You sat on the floor and wiped your tears with your sleeves, coming up with an idea.

He lifted you by your shirt and tossed you on the bed. “I love you! Why do you resist me?! You NEED me!”

As he continued ranting, towering over you, you backed away to the pillows at the head of the bed and grabbing your Rilakkuma plushie. You held the bear to your chest and although it hurt, you bent your knees together to look innocent.

“I’m sorry daddy…” you said, sounding more like a toddler while wiping your tears with your sleeve.

Chan paused for a moment, looking at you. You looked like his innocent baby again and he couldn’t help think about how cute you looked in that moment.

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” Chan replied, tilting his head.

You nodded and the next thing you did made you internally cringe.

“Yes daddy I’m sorry… I was being dumb baby…” you said, now sucking your thumb as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Chan smiled in satisfaction, patting your head. “There’s my baby…”

You nodded and pointed towards your knees. “D-daddy… I have-… baby has ouchies…”

“I know. Looks like they hurt. Daddy will have to clean it up for you.” He replied, leaving to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You scooted forward and dangled you legs over the edge, waiting for him to come back.

You were surprised that it actually worked. Looks like acting like a baby got you out of severe punishment for now. It make you cringe using baby talk and sucking your thumb but that was the only way to keep your boyfriend from being angry with you.

Your boyfriend came back in and got a wet cloth out to clean up the area. He took off your sneakers and you looked down at him, sucking your thumb while holding your bear with the other hand. Things were definitely going to get worse…

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Ko-fi

This was an odd request. But fun to write. 😅

Happy new year! 🎆

[corroded-hellfire]

i love as you wish more than words can describe! and luke and ryan!! such sweet babies! i can't stop thinking about eddie and reader having their first fight (other than the conflict around the divorce n stuff) after things have gotten settled and the boys getting worried and scared they're going to break up just like mommy and daddy 🥺 xoxo

I’m so glad that you enjoy the series! @munson-blurbs and I had fun writing it—as we always do when we write together. I hope you like what we’ve come up with 🩵

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[As You Wish masterlist]

“Babe?” you call out from the bedroom. You’ve searched your closet up and down, but you can’t find the dress you’re supposed to wear. There’s no answer so you repeat yourself a bit louder. “Babe?!”

“Ya,” Eddie says, not bothering to mute the living room TV. He has Ryan on one side of him and Luke on the other; the three of them are engrossed in an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. 

You sigh impatiently, resting your hands on your hips. “Where did you put my dress?”

“Huh?” Eddie answers absently. You can hear SpongeBob’s obnoxious laughter echoing through the apartment, which only irritates you further. “What dress?”

Throwing a robe on, you angrily march out to him. “The dress you picked up from the dry cleaners.” You watch as his eyes widen, and his gaze drops to the ground. “Eddie, you did pick up my dress from the dry cleaners, right?”

Eddie scrambles to his feet, slipping into his sneakers and grabbing his keys. “Shit, I’ll go get it right now.”

“It’s Sunday,” you mutter through gritted teeth, determined to keep your cool in front of the kids. “They’re closed on Sundays. That’s why I asked you to pick it up yesterday.”

“Sorry, baby,” he shrugs, “but you have a bunch of others, yeah? You can wear one of those.” He slides off his shoes and plops back onto the couch. “Crisis averted.”

Fuming, you grab the remote from the coffee table and press the power button, watching the colorful backdrop of Bikini Bottom fade to black. Ignoring Luke and Ryan’s disappointed groans, you turn to your boyfriend, lips pressed into a tight line. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” When he continues sitting there, a blank stare on his face, you elaborate. “In the room, please?”

It finally clicks in Eddie’s mind that you’re upset, and he slowly rises from the couch. The two of you are watching one another so you miss the look that the boys share on the couch. You turn around and stalk back into the bedroom. Eddie’s right on your heels and closes the door behind you. 

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Eddie says. “I forgot to swing by yesterday, but what’s the big deal? Why can’t you just find something else to wear?”

“That’s not the point, Eddie,” you say with a sigh. “I asked you specifically to pick this dress up for me and you didn’t.”

“Babe, it wasn’t intentional, I forgot.” He walks over and sits on the foot of the bed. 

“How does that make it any better?” you ask, voice rising. “When you ask me to do something, I do it. How am I supposed to feel when you forget about me?”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie says with a harsh bark of laughter. “I didn’t forget about you. I forgot to stop at the dry cleaners. While I was out running a million other different errands.”

“A million?” you snap. “You went to the grocery store and the bank! And the dry cleaners is next to the supermarket!”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie huffs, pushing himself off the bed. He stomps over to the closet and yanks it open. He dramatically gestures to all the other dresses you have hanging in there. “Are none of these suitable for you, Your Highness? In my humble opinion, any of these would be fine. Unless you think someone is going to show up to the church in a ball gown.”

“Maybe I won’t go at all then,” you harrumph, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. It’s childish and petty, but you’re too annoyed to care. 

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’ll make sure to tell Theo that you missed his first communion because you had a wardrobe emergency.” He pronounces the last two words in a nasal, high-pitched tone. 

“Go right ahead and—” you start to retort, but you’re cut off by the sound of mumbling outside the door. 

“—get divorced?” You hear Luke’s tiny voice, laced with worry. 

“They have to be married to get divorced,” Ryan’s telling him. “They’re just gonna break up.”

“Shit,” Eddie breathes out, raking his fingers through his hair. “Didn’t know they were listening.” He opens the door and gives them a sheepish look. “Guys? You okay?”

“Please don’t break up!” Luke cries out, flinging himself into his dad’s legs. When he pulls back, you can see that his eyes are misty with the prospect of tears. 

Ryan, as usual, is a bit more reserved than his brother, but you can tell that he’s nervous, too. His silence speaks volumes as he looks at you through his long lashes. 

“Hey, hey,” Eddie murmurs, crouching down so he’s closer to their level. “No one’s breaking up, okay?”

“Then why were you fighting?” Luke asks, wiping at his cheeks. “You and Mom used to fight an’ then you got divorced.”

You sit on the ground, tucking your legs under you. “Sometimes, grown-ups fight. Even when they love each other. But it doesn’t mean they’ll break up.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “And we love each other very, very much. Almost as much as we love you two little eavesdroppers.” This elicits a giggle from Luke and a smile from Ryan. 

“How do you know if it’s a ‘love’ fight or a ‘break up’ fight?” the older boy pipes up. 

“Well, when you love someone, you can get frustrated with them or upset with them,” you explain, “but you take time to cool off so you can talk it out calmly later. That’s the difference; with a break up fight, you don’t wanna work it out.”

“Do you wanna work it out?” Ryan asks softly. 

You nod. “Of course. We’re not going to break up over a silly mistake.” You watch as he visibly relaxes, and you turn towards Eddie. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. And I didn’t have to be so dramatic about the whole thing, either.” You’re cringing internally just thinking about your empty threat not to go to the communion. 

“I’m sorry, too.” He takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I said I would do you a favor and I didn’t do it. I’d be mad, too.” He offers you a small smile. “Can we kiss and make up?”

“Eww!” Luke scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue. “Daddy, you’re gonna get cooties!”

Eddie laughs, ruffling his son’s hair. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I got my cooties shot.” He leans in and kisses you with an exaggerated mwah! “Oh, no!” he says suddenly, shaking all of his limbs as though they’re moving uncontrollably. “The shot must’ve worn off. I’ve…I’ve been cootified!”

Ryan and Luke run away from him as he makes grabby hands, chasing them around the apartment. When the boys run by you, you block their path and hold them captive. “I’ve got ‘em!” you proudly announce. “I’ve kidnapped the fresh meat, King Cootie.”

Eddie bows in front of you, where his sons are wriggling in your grasp. “Excellent teamwork, my Queen.” He reaches out and tickles them until they’re complaining that they can’t breathe. 

“Okay, Cootie Family; let’s get ready,” he says. “Boys, nice clothes, please. Ryan, please make sure your brother isn’t wearing anything with a cartoon on it.”

Everyone goes to their rooms to get dressed, and Eddie sneaks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. “Seeing as you’ve already infected me with your cooties, can I have another kiss?” he mumbles into your ear. 

“I think that can be arranged, you nasty cootie monster,” you tease. 

“That’s King Cootie Monster to you.”

[pettydollie]

princess priscilla

a/n: i miss dad!chris au so here u go xx wc: 522

"hey princess" chris kissed his daughter's cheek, causing her to grin happily. "hi daddy!" she waved her chubby hand. he ruffled her hair as you were feeding her at the table. he bent down to give you a quick peck and smiled softly when he pulled away. "tell daddy about today." you remind your young daughter, quickly checking your phone for the time. its still early, only 10am.

chris turned around from the coffee pot, waiting to see what priscilla wants. she huffed, straightening her shoulders to make her seem tall. you lightly giggled at her antics, as did your husband. "mommy said i can have a tea party." she stated simply. chris nodded, raising a brow for more.

"and you have to go!!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air for good measure. now you turn around and see chris with his hands on his hips and a cheeky grin on his face. "oh, do i?"

"yes!" she claps, giggling. you wipe some spilled food from the side of her mouth. "manners, 'scilla." you smile sweetly, priscilla looking to you for a second before nodding her head and looking back at her father. "pwease." he comes over and twirls a strand of her hair. "aw, of course, princess! how could i say no?"

priscilla grins, satisfied.

an hour or so later, chris came back from the store with all the goodies for priscilla's little tea party. you put the twins down for a nap before decorating priscilla's tiny table in her room with floral paper plates. the girl carefully walked out of the bathroom in a dress-up gown and a plastic tiara on her head. her bare feet padded against the floor as she made her way to you. "mommy!"

you turn your attention to her, smiling widely at her getup. you gasp, "you look gorgeous, my love!" you pick her up and twirl her around, peppering her with kisses. she chuckled in delight, her tiny hands grabbing the ends of your hair to play with. as she twirled your hair, you asked what she wanted to eat. "dino nuggies, pwease."

"yer just like yer daddy!" chris exclaimed, walking into the room. you handed off scilla to him. he twirled her around playfully. you kissed his jaw and walked out to put the chicken nuggets in the oven.

a little while later, after you gave them the food, you decided to let them have some time together. you and chris junior watched spongebob in the living room (although you don't like it nearly as much as him and his father do) for a bit. you tapped your son's leg. "i'll be right back."

he nods, not taking his eyes off the screen. you carefully peek into the room to see chris bowing on the floor infront of scilla's table. "princess priscilla, the villains are coming! what do we do???" he cries out in faux worry. you grinned widely. priscilla pays little mind. "i don't care, i's having a party!" she giggles, continuing to eat her nuggets.

he gasps. "we're all gonna die!!" your smile drops. "babe! don't say that."

tags @leah-loves-lilies @latinasforchrizz @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns

[tiniedemon]

. . .

wearing his clothes

kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh

kyle

your off days were the best days of the week. you could walk around the house in whatever you wanted, sleep all day, eat the most unhealthy snacks without kyle nagging you. you truly did love your off days.

this particular off day, you were clad in one of kyle’s green t shirts, a pair of white cotton underwear, and tall ass graphic spongebob socks. a bag of takis and a cup of ramen rested on the coffee table beside where you lay on the couch, a pair of chopsticks held between your teeth. jersey shore played on the tv, holding your attention entirely.

keys jingled in the lock on the front door, your head perking up at the sound of your husband finally coming home from work. you jumped up, dropping your chopsticks on the coffee table, and raced to meet him at the door. it swung open just as you reached it, your arms instinctively wrapping around your husband’s middle.

“hey, sweetheart,” you greeted. kyle smiled down at you, hands cupping your face and eyes boring lovingly into yours, as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“you look so lovely today,” he hummed, pulling you into a soft kiss. “just as lovely as the day i met you.”

“you’re such a sap, baby,” you hummed against his lips, his hands traveling to cup your waist. he pulled away with a perplexed expression, fingers running over the shirt you wore. his eyes dropped down to your torso, eyebrows shooting up as he registered you wearing his shirt. you could see the lust brewing in his eyes as he bit his soft pink lip.

“you look ravishing, dear,” he practically groaned as he pulled you into another, more passionate, kiss. you giggled against his hungry lips, walking him backwards until your calves touched the couch. he sat you down, bent over you, hands bracing themselves against your bare thighs.

“i take it i should wear your clothes more often?” you teased, fingertips tracing the prominent vein in his neck. he groaned as he pulled you back into a heated kiss, hands fisting in the fabric hanging around your body.

“i’m begging, pretty thing.”

kenny

kenny was out of the house, working one of his two jobs. you finally had your first full day off in nearly a month, and you were living it up. you were wearing nothing but kenny’s favorite hoodie, hood up, and your underwear, feet propped up on the kitchen table, bowl of cheap pasta in hand and phone propped up next to your feet. you were watching a youtube video, completely taken by the content.

the two of you didn’t have much at all, just a simple dining table in the small kitchen, chairs you’d bought from garage sales, a cheap couch from a thrift store, and a mattress you’d gotten on sale from a closing mattress store. the most expensive item in your home was the television you’d bought with tax return money. nevertheless, you still loved your home.

you startled at the sound of the front door opening, craning your head around the doorframe of the kitchen. kenny entered the house, yanking off his work boots at the door, tossing you a tired smile. you smiled back, holding your bowl of pasta out for him to see.

“i ate at work, love. thank you, though,” he called softly. you shoveled the last few bites in your mouth, gluing your eyes back to your phone screen. kenny’s hands coming down against your shoulders made you jump, your head snapping back to look up at him, throat working to swallow the rest of your pasta.

“bad day?” you asked, reaching a hand up to trace the worry line in your boyfriend’s forehead. he wore a smile, turned smirk as he noticed the hoodie on your frame.

“not anymore,” he hummed, hands moving from your shoulders to your torso. he squeezed at your hips, craning his neck to give you an upside down kiss.

“is that right?” you chuckled against his mouth, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and burying your fingers in his hair.

“oh yeah,” he whispered, patting just long enough to trail a hand up to rest against the column of your throat. “i’m gonna fuck you against this kitchen table.”

stan

living alone had its perks. for instance, you could wear whatever you wanted, decorate how you wanted, grocery shop only for your taste. at least, until you gave your boyfriend a key to your apartment. nothing really changed except the grocery shopping, though you did tend to sleep in more presentable clothes in case he decided not to come alone.

you woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking, your stomach growling in response. you groaned, tugging yourself out of bed and trudging to the bathroom. after you did your business, you waltzed out to the kitchen, hands rubbing your arms for friction heat in your cold apartment.

stan was stood in front of your stove, a focused look on his face, insane clown posse playing quietly for ambience. you embraced him from behind, burying your head in the shirt he was wearing, deeply inhaling his scent. one of his hands came to rest against your arm, covering the back of your hand with his.

“morning, sunshine,” he greeted softly, emptying the contents of his pan onto a plate. you hummed your response, still groggy from sleep, and swayed against him. he turned in your arms, his own lacing around your back, his lips colliding softly with yours. you kissed him back just as gently, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. he pulled away to rub his nose against yours, then completely withdrew, taking in your outfit. his eyebrows lifted as a pleased smirk took his face, hands traveling down your waist.

“i love the way my clothes fit you,” he hummed, tugging at the hem of his shirt over your torso. you blushed, shifting your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling a bit bare in his shirt and briefs.

“you think so?” you asked bashfully, a shy smile on your face. his hands cupped the bubble of your ass, a hum leaving his lips as he eyed your body.

“i’d say you look hot enough for me to take on this countertop right now.”

[sturnsssbow]

MORNINGS WITH MATT

dad!matt x mom!oc

summary: a morning with Matt and Gracie taking care of their daughter, Rory

warnings: fluff!! No use of y/n (I hate that shit)

The morning started off like normal, Matt in the shower, Gracie doing her makeup, and Rory sleeping. It’s always peaceful until Rory gets up and runs into her parents room.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

“good morning, mommy”

After the small interaction, Rory wants her hair to be nice and pretty for preschool, so Gracie put her on the counter and started on her hair.

Matt walked out of the shower to see his wife doing his daughter’s hair. He smiled to himself and walked into the closet. Matt picked out a pair of jeans and a random hoodie. After getting changed he walked back into the bathroom to see what his girls were doing.

Gracie had finished Rory’s hair. Two buns at the top of her head. But Rory decided she wanted bows on the buns, so both girls are looking through a drawer with the hair items.

“Your hair looks pretty Rory.” Matt said to his daughter.

“Thank you daddy!” Rory smiled, while still looking for 2 pink bows.

“Oh, Rory, look at these two bows. Do you want these ones?” Gracie held up two small pink bows that would fit in Rory’s hair.

Rory nodded at her mom. Gracie put the two bows right in front of the buns. Matt just watched both girls, happy to have them both in his life.

“Alright, there you go! Now let’s go get you changed.” Rory smiled at her hair, happy that she got bows.

Rory walked out of the room, headed for her own.

“I love you.” Matt said, also smiling. Matt pulled Gracie in for a kiss, and she accepted it. Once they pulled away Gracie said it back.

“I love you too. Now I gotta go get Rory changed. Can you pack her lunch?”

Matt replied, “Yeah, I can. I’ll also get her breakfast.”

“Thank you so much, Matt. We’ll be down there soon.”

Matt nodded and headed off towards the kitchen, while Gracie headed for Rorys bedroom.

In the kitchen, Matt puts a ham and cheese sandwich, — cut in fours — a cutie, juice box, gummies, and a small piece of chocolate in Rory’s lunchbox. He also gets breakfast ready for Rory, fruit loops and a glass of milk. Matt also made a cup of coffee for Gracie to drink, Matt just ate a cutie.

Rory and Gracie come down the stairs together, Rory running straight to the dining table to eat, and Gracie walking towards Matt.

“Here’s your coffee m’lady.” Matt says in a funny voice.

“Why thank you young lad.” Gracie responds, playing along with him.

“I’m not a young lad.” Matt whines.

Gracie gives Matt a look, while taking a sip of her coffee.

“Mommy can I watch tv?” Rory asks from the table.”

“Yeah, come on let’s sit down.”

Gracie, Matt, and Rory all come to sit on the couch. Matt grabs the remote puts on SpongeBob. They watch the show together, until Matt says it’s time to drop Rory off at preschool.

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fluff req - since it’s spooky season, how about something with r and dom making spooky themed snacks with their toddler nd watching halloween movies together?

A Child-Like Halloween 🎃

AN: Dominik, you, and a baby girl celebrating Halloween. I need to write longer things, am i disappointing yall? Anyway enjoy.

"Ah! Babe don't!", you smack the top of Dominik's hand. His hand goes shooting backward and away from the cookie dough, his face offended as he looks to the toddler being carried on his chest in disbelief. His mouth is dropped open and he speaks to her in a hushed whisper, pointing at you: "Princess did you see that?!". She glances over at you then back to Dominik, her face wide with a sly smile, "Nooo", she says one of the few words she knows. Dominik is dumbfounded again but not surprised his daughter is a mommy's girl, Dominik kisses the side of her head and sits her down on the floor. "You go ahead baby I'm right behind you", Dominik says to her, he gets no answer other than the running stomps of her running to the living room with a cute excited scream.

Dominik watches her toddle away making sure she makes it into the living room that is only a few feet from the kitchen in the first place. His attention is on you again and your cute mess, flour on your face, and chocolate chips scattered all over the countertop. You don't look up from the cookies on the baking sheet, balls of dough are rolled up and ready to be cooked. Dominik sneakily reaches his hand in front of you, his hand hovering over the raw cookie dough; you smack his hand playfully again, huffing with your mouth open in disbelief that he would try again. You pull the tray off the table and shove them into the oven, "No more", you declare pointing an accusing finger at him.

Dominik sticks his hands up in surrender but his mouth is full and he's chewing. You laugh at his success, shoving him out of the kitchen alone with yourself. You slip in front of Dominik, walking towards your daughter and Dominik wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Bodies pressed together and walking together, his chin on your shoulder and his lips pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek. Your daughter jumps up at the sounds of your footsteps, her smile radiant and her excitement through the roof.

She jumps in place and runs to sit in the middle of the couch, jumping and landing on it; kicking her feet waiting for the night to begin. The rest of the snacks are on the coffee table in front of the couch, an assortment of all the best Halloween snacks for the family to enjoy, including your endorphin-filled daughter and husband with a sweet tooth. Dominik moves to sit beside her, an arm wrapped around his daughter but his eyes are fondly watching you stand in the middle of the living room with two films in your hand. "Okay okay big choice guys, Nightmare before Christmas or Spongebob Halloween!", you say the next option with more enthusiasm knowing it was her and Dominik's favorite. Dominik grins as his daughter in jumping in her seat so ready to sit and watch the movie, "Spong Bob! Spong Bob!", she yells out, her eyes shiting between you and Dominik for support on her easy decision.

Dominik yells out excitedly too, seeing how his daughter wanted someone to be just as hyped as her. "Spongebob it is baby girl", he shakes her lightly and pulls her close, her cute giggles filling both your hearts. You already put the CVD in and you slide next to your daughter, Dominik holds his daughter closely and puts his arm over the couch to reach you, his fingers twirling your hair in his hands. The small family sits together, the smell of pumpkin spice candles and chocolate chip cookies filling the room but the comfort of home was much more prominent. Halloween was one of the many days Dominik looked forward to, but that's every day with his girls that makes it so much better.

[trashbag-baby666]

Apple of my Eye-(firehouse au)

Summary: John’s woken up by his and Gale’s youngest not feeling too good.

WC: 710

C/W: mentions of throwing up

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"Papa?" The small voice whispered shaking

John's shoulder slightly, "Papa?"

His heavy eyelids unpeeled his eyes, focusing in the dark.

Flynn stood at the side of their bed, her short brown hair disheveled and he could begin to make out a stain on the front of her nightgown.

"What's up, Peanut? Everything okay?" He whispered carefully lifting the blankets as not to wake Gale and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I threw up."

John sucked in a breath, "Okay. Did you throw up in your bed?"

Flynn nodded and pointed at the stain on the cat nightgown.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" John took Flynn's hand walking back to her bedroom with her.

He had gotten Flynn cleaned up and into new pajamas, her bedding and pajamas in the wash, and now he was carrying Flynn down the stairs. Chili in her arms the dog nodding in and out already. That dog slept more than everyone else in the house combined.

"Can we watch cartoons?"

"Just for a little bit, Peanut. But we gotta get you back to sleep." Anything his little girl wanted that might make her feel better. She definitely had caught something, he knew better than anyone that being sick in the summer sucked.

He set her down on the couch and went into the kitchen filling a cup with lukewarm water. He grabbed the infamous ice cream bucket out from under the sink. The one Gale kept for when the girls were throwing up sick and couldn't make it to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to do tonight was clean up puke off of their couch.

Flynn sat with her legs crossed and the chihuahua in her lap asleep already. "Okay, you know the drill. Pales right here in case you need it, and sip on this." He set the bucket on the coffee table and pulled Flynn into his lap. He kissed her forehead to check for a template like Gale had taught him.

She felt a little warm but he definitely would have Gale check in the morning.

"Thank you papa." She took the cup from him, sipping out of it.

It's moments like these that John really thanked the universe for everything he had.

"Is your tummy feeling any better?" He clicked on the tv flicking through to the last episode of SpongeBob they had watched together. Although he swore up and down to Gale, no SpongeBob.

"Little," she held her small fingers up in a pinch leaving about an inch between them. John nodded and raked a hand through her brown curls that resembled his own. She truly was John's mini me.

"Hopefully you can sleep it off, Peanut." John laid back against the arm rest Flynn cuddled into his chest. He felt her small fingers begin to trace the flowers on John's arm.

"Someday I'm gonna have colors on my arms like you and uncle Curtie."

"Are ya now? What kind of pictures do you want?" He let a smile crack on his lips watching Flynn study the sleeve tattoo. His botanicals were her favorite on him, some days him and Curt would let her color in their tattoos with her markers.

"Maybe some pretty flowers and Chili, like Curt's animals." Her small sweet voice grounding John to the couch feeling his eyelids grow heavier by the moment.

"I'm sure Chili would be so honored to be on your arm." He eyed the brown chihuahua laying by his feet, he knew he'd have to sleep still. Chili had a temper with everyone except the girls, specially if you disturbed his slumber, "Why don't we try to go back to sleep? It'll help your tummy." He tried to think of the things Gale would say to convince the girls to do things. Sometimes it was just more believable coming out of Gale's mouth since he had a PhD in medicine.

"I love you, papa."

"I love you too, Flynni." He kissed the top of her head satisfied as she closed her big blue eyes.

It wasn't long before the living room was filled with the sound of John's soft snores and the grumbly ones from Chili. This is what made parenthood all the more worth it for John.

[bikinibottommall]

🐌Meow meow meow meow (I am going home~)🍍

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Boxers- Castiel

summary: walking into the kitchen in a sports bra and a pair of SpongeBob boxers, not realizing who is all in the kitchen.

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you walk into the kitchen with just your sports bra and your SpongeBob boxers, really thirsty for some reason. you walk in still rubbing my eyes from waking up not even 5 minutes ago.

you head straight for the cupboard, grabbing your mug and walking over to the coffee pot and pouring the liquid into your mug. "Good morning y/n" you hear Cass say. you freeze in your spot, slowly turning around to face Sam, Dean, Jack and Cass all at the table.

"Hey guys." You say. You walk over to Dean, taking a piece of bacon from Dean's plate. "Where are your clothes?" Jack asks you.

"I am wearing clothes. Just under clothes." you say.

"I see. You wear that all the time?" He asks.

"Well not these everytime but yeah." You say taking a sip from my mug. Jack nods and goes back to eating whatever cereal that was in his bowl.

"Cass you ok?" Dean asks. You look over to the angel and he's just staring at you. Not like inappropriately but he's just staring.

His face flushed red, earning a chuckle from the brothers.

You walk over to Cass and plant a small kiss on his cheek before walking back to my room. Immediately you hear Dean make comments and well, be Dean.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Bia Tu

Chapter One

Come, You.

Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Female Bipolar! Reader. Reader Chan was a former Afghan Citizen currently living in America.

Chapter Summary. It is 2020 and you are on the brink of taking your life during the Pandemic. You need help. Lonely and middle-aged, Docter Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist, wasting time till retirement and he needs help to fill the void in his chest. Drugs and women were not helping. He needs your help. His stubborn and moody patient of all people…and a Vegan. Ugh.

Warning: Age Gap. Older man with much younger woman. Cannibalism. Yandere. Language Barrier. Obsession. Stalking. Crude Language. Mental Illnesses. Gas Lighting. Manipulation.

No.

Once more, your mean-spirited joke called Father said “No”. Again. He hardly said yes to your wishes. Your elderly friend in community college recently passed away due to Pneumonia.  His daughter on Facebook announced his condition and posted the location and time of his funeral one city away.

You were only nineteen and came to America age seventeen. You did not know how to drive on freeways. Your dad would not teach you or let you travel far on your own.  The City Village you came from was Baghlan, Afghanistan. A rural place in the mountain farms. Not as educated as the capital city of Kabul.

Your dad was close minded and rude. He was plagued with toxic masculinity and was suffocating you. The Virus made life more difficult. Your best friend passed away and the shut down of your school did not help. Your father would not let you step outside the house. And you were lucky to go to school in public. You hated online classes.

Tears trailed down your rosy cheeks and your fat lips reddened from being bitten. Oh, how you hate your Father! Damn him! Sexist Swine! Misogyny stenches came from him.

You leisurely took out the cell phone out of your purse and typed “suicide” on google images.

Is Everything All Right? Need help? Call us?

You licked your lips.

“Save me.” You whispered to yourself.

Doctor Lecter did not say anything as a client of his almost knocked the tray of snacks he placed on the coffee table. Ian was a womanizer who finally got his punishment. He got his heart broken and now was seeing Doctor Lecter for his “depression”. Lecter told him that he was not depressed. He was just mad and did not need medication. But, Ian being a spoiled and entitled Prick he was, he insisted. So, Lecter decided to write a report. Hannibal does not want to give medicine freely. As it was illegal.

“Mr. Kermif. Please leave.” Doctor Lecter firmly stated. Ian glared at the wrinkled face of his doctor. Hannibal was not backing down.

Ian clenched his jaw then slammed the door shut as he finally left the wonderfully decorated office of Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter.

Another day. Another headache. Lecter was in college when SpongeBob came to television. He thought Squidward was pathetic and a born loser. But, as much as Lecter hated to admit it. He became a Squidward himself. How embarrassing that life defeated him. He is a late middle-aged man almost a grandfather age and yet single to the tea.

No wife or kids. He spent his days being a womanizer like Ian. But, he never cheated. He told all the women he has been with he does not want a relationship.

Regret filled the cold and voided heart of Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

His phone chimed to let him know that a new patient will see him first thing tomorrow at one in the afternoon.

As Doctor Lecter read the name of the patient. He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his wrinkled eyebrows in confusion. What a peculiar and odd name. He never heard of that name once. Not even in movies or fiction books. It was effeminate so he knew the new patient was a woman.

“Afghanistan.” He murmured. The profile said that English was your second language and Pashto was your first. How strange indeed. He met Pakistani and Yemeni people. Never an Afghani. Thanks to the terrorist attack on September 11, 2001, Afghan citizens found it difficult to get VISAS in America.

Doctor Lecter can refuse to see you and assign you to another Doctor. He decided to see you tomorrow.

What could possibly go wrong? He has treated over thousands of patients for twenty-eight years of being a psychiatrist. What will make you special and different?

[octoberobserver]

Those Days In Between - Sneak Peek 3

Continued from the Reddie-fucked-during-the-27-years-and-forgot-then-remembered snippet from here & here

“So we…lost our virginity to each other then?”

“Seems like it, Eduardo.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“That sorta…changes things.”

Richie caught his eye.

“It does?”

“...Doesn’t it?”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock seemed to be getting louder somehow.

“You want a drink?”

“What?”

Richie shrugged, breaking eye contact and gesturing to the half-empty bottle of bourbon on his coffee table. A ‘gift’ from Steve that read a lot like a bribe for him to go on James Cordon and explain his shock exit on stage and subsequent absence from the public eye.

There was not enough bourbon or top-shelf whiskey in the world to make him go anywhere near that vapid asshole.

But it was cute of Steve to think one bottle of 12-year-old Van Winkle would do it.

“I uh…I remember us drinking straight bourbon once or twice over the years,” he murmured as he crossed the room to get some of the fancy glasses out of the pristine, mostly empty liquor cabinet.

'Bout the only straight thing we did do.

“And I don’t know about you, Eds,” he coughed lightly, his face on fire, “but I feel like I need a drink for this conversation.”

Eddie merely hummed his response. Richie could feel his eyes trailing from one side of the room to the other and fought the shake it brought to his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in New York, Rich?”

“What?”

“Bev told me you’ve been in New York for the last three weeks. That you had coffee with her when she was in town last Wednesday.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I live here, and you didn’t say a word. Why?”

“I dunno, man! Maybe it’s ‘cause I was worried that you’d burst in unannounced and say, ‘hey, we fucked like rabbits then forgot multiple times,’ and I’d have to deal with that Twilight Zone bullshit?”

Eddie’s face was pinched.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me since Derry?”

“I haven’t been avoid—”

“I called you four times over the last three months, and they went to voicemail every time.”

“Who calls these days, dude? I text you back—”

“You sent me some stupid Spongebob meme. That does not constitute ‘texting back.’”

“Eds—”

“I knew it,” Eddie shook his head, hands karate-chopping through the air. “It’s weird. You're weird. <i>We’re </i>weird. We’re not gonna be able to get past this, are we?”

Richie felt himself deflate, his entire body crumpling in on itself as a rush of images, rife with those days in between…those days in the twenty-plus years where they were forced apart by an evil, supernatural entity yet still managed to find one another. Someway, somehow.

He let out a long, deep breath and spoke to his glass.

“We don’t need to get past it, Eddie. It’s…it’s part of us, I think. Part of our history. And yeah, it’s a little weird that we forgot that we had sex a bunch’a times in the ‘90s and early ‘00s, but it’s not gonna break us, man. Not if we don’t let it.”

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idk if people are still interested in this but I've been finishing up Helpin' Hand and it has just been sitting unfinished in my google docs so I'd thought I'd share more @fandoms-are-gonna-kill-me @gravitykeith @allaboutthedrama @4nemo1egend

[missbunnybunny]

- until death do us part-

Part 2 of Hide & Seek

Minors do not interact!

CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, simping, crude Humor, cursing, author-san giving widow trauma, TRAUMA, gore, injuries, THIS IS A LONG ASS READING, might forget some, but if I do lmk. If ya want me to continue making these stories, just tell me. Well let’s get on to the madness, shall we?

A/N: I post Irregularly sense college is beating my ass and sometimes I will forget to post. So for everyone that is staying with me THANK YOU🙇🏽‍♀️.

People always have 2 ways of waking up from a nap. 1. Wake up and cover yourself again with the blanket because you can’t give 2 fucks about waking up early. 2. Wake up like a zombie until you get coffee and of you go.

But waking up to the doc twisting your ankle into place was not one of those wake up calls.

So, as the calm and rational person you were, you screamed bloody murder. Clawing and trashing trying to run away, but the doc saw this coming, so she told Ghost to hold you.

After the agony was done, the doc gave a nod of approval, “ There, that should do it. Take a rest for a month or so, Okey, Widow?”

You could only nod, Ghost asked if that was all. To which the doc respond with a “Yup”. Ghost helps you up, helping you get to the other’s. The silence was broken by a small and hoarse voice “ I hate you”. Ghost responded with an “ I know, sorry, kid.” For the short walk, widow gave ghost the silent treatment.

“You could have woke me up and told me. Can you imagine how traumatic that was?!” Widow told ghost as they were making there way to the briefing table.

Gaz “ What wrong, sis? You look sour.” You hopped over to Gaz and like a lil kid told him “ ask the Ghost over there.” Pouting and hugging him like a child, honestly, it looks like a child complaining to their mother.

Price asked “ Ghost, what happened to widow?” Ghost looked at price and said “ she woke up to the doc twisting her ankle into place. She was told to rest for a month or so.” Priced turned around and looked at widow, “ widow it was for your own good, kid. You can’t hate him forever.”

“Fine” widow said, Walking( hopping ) over to ghost and asking the taller man to get to her eye level. “ you now what I want, if ya get it I’ll forgive ya. Si no te mato.( if not I’ll kill ya.)” widow threatened.

Without a single word goes, turned around, and left the base to quien save donde( who knows where). Everyone was just an audience to the whole ghost and widow show.

“Ya wanna take a sit lass?” Soap asked. Widow nodded and took the sit next to soap and gaz. Price cleared his throat and said “ for the mean time we don’t have any missions, so you can take it easy.”

- one hour later ( SpongeBob narrator voice)-

“ Can someone help me back to my room, I wanna change” Widow said. Everyone looked at the widow, they blinked, and they looked at each other.

Gaz and soap got a shit eating grin, Price realized what they were up to and shook his head. Soap said “ Sorry, lass.” Smiling, Gaz shook his head negatively “ you could ask König to help ya.”

The said man was drinking his coffee while sitting on the couch, the couch looked like a small chair compared to his bigger frame. Hopping over to the tall man, whose attention is now fully on you.

Sheepishly widow says “ König could you please help me to my room.” Widow sounded like a small nervous kid asking their parent for permission. König responded to widows request with a nod.

After König helped( more like carried) widow to her courtiers, he waited outside the door while widow got changed.

Widow was almost done changing, but there was only one small problem, she couldn’t put on her shorts properly. The cast on her leg that kept her ankle in place was no help in the matter.

So with a red face and some courage she made her way to the door. Slowly opening her door widow looked around until she found the tall man. Softly calling out to König “ König could you please help me.”

König looked at the small woman and asked her “ something the matter?” Widow nodded and told König embarrassedly in a small voice“ I can’t put my shorts on.”

König asked just to make sure he heard widow correctly “ You want my help, Maus?” Widow nodded and slowly opened her door, moving away so the taller man could enter.

To say that widow was embarrassed was an understatement, she wanted to be taken out by a sniper so fast right now.

Sure, widow and König didn’t even have a full 24 hours of meeting each other, and now their in this predicament. The shirt Widow was wearing was big enough on her( cuz she stole it from Ghost), so that helped a little.

She handed the shorts over to König “ sorry” widow said, looking away from him. König said “it’s ok” he helped Widow put her shorts on. Widow said “thank you” as she and König made their way to the mess hall.

When they arrived the resident Ghost was their with a plastic bag.

He helped widow to a seat and handed her the bag. She opened the bag and immediately went to hug the man to her side, almost tackling him to the ground. “ Thank you, thank you. Te perdono( I forgive you)”.

Everyone laughed as a very happy widow opened the bag. She pulled a container with her favorite food, lasagna, and a can of soda.

Take notes everyone if you have a problem with widow you might just solve them with food. Everyone watched in amusement as widow happily opened the container hold her delicious goodness captive.

Eating and winging her legs like the happiest girl ever. Price asked “ So is Ghost forgive then?” With cheeks full like a chipmunk widow  happily nodded in her head. König watched in amusement as ghost help clean up widow.

After widow was done enjoying her food, she became sleepy. Ghost noticed and told her “ Come on, time for bed” You sleepily nodded and held your arms out.

For then next couple of weeks everyone helped widow get by and babysat her from getting herself into any trouble, like breaking or twisting another of her body parts.

König and Ghost where the once’s helping her the most. Sometimes, widow would get pouty cuz she couldn’t go out on missions with the boys.

- one month later-

Today was the day the cast was coming off. Everyone and their mother could tell that the resident spider was very happy to have her leg back. König came with widow to get her cast off after everything was set and done.

Widow was jumping of the walls, König watched in both amazement and amusement as to why widow had so much energy in her.

“ Slow down, little Maus.” König told the hyperactive spider. The said spider stopped and did as the taller man said, “ Fine, mi rey( my king)”.

That didn’t last long because once’s she saw soap, she jumped at him, “ Hi, jabón (🧼) y Fantasma ( and ghost) where is he?” “ hey, slow down, would ya lass? He’s coming don’t worry.” Soap said.

After widow had proceeded to violently assault everyone with her hugs, she happily said that in 2 weeks, she could go on missions again.

Soup pulled widow to the side and asked her “ sooo, how are you and König doing?” Widow froze, shocked by the question. “ huh? What cha mean?” Widow asked.

“ ya know, his been following you like a lost puppy. If he had a tail it be wagging.” Soup said. “ I don’t think he likes me.” You told him sheepishly. “ girl if you don’t see the signs, I am gonna wack ya.”

“ ta bien( okey) why do you think he likes me.” You said to soup sulking. “ Every time you walk in a room, his eyes follow you, and you, when you talk to him, he speaks. He verily says a word.” Soup ranted to an oblivious widow.

After some thought, the widow was starting to see the light. Every time she would call him mi Rey( my king), it was like he was lighting up.

And every time he would call me Maus( mouse), her face could heat up just by imagining him calling her that. Soup noticed that widows face was getting red by the second and teasingly nudged her. “ See, I told ya.”

“Don’t tell the other’s please, Dios ( god) this is so embarrassing”. “ don’t worry your secrets safe with me.” This was gonna be a long day/life for poor widow.

After the talk you had with soup, you started to see what he was talking about. Evertime widow would do something stupid, and almost got hurt könig ws there to stop her.

If Widow was hungry and goes to the kitchen könig was there making a plate for the two of you, könig was a lovable giant.

Everyone slowly stared to take notice of the way König was around widow. It was like watching a beast being tamed by his beauty. The second widow left he turned back to his quiet, scary, locked self.

141 would do anything for the joyful widow. They would kill for her just to make sure she was safe. König would do the same and even more.

- meeting-

“ all right, we have a mission from the higher ups. We gonna take down a drug cartel in Guadalajara, Mexico.” Price explained to the team.

As everyone listened and took note on the strategies being told, discussing what what to do and some precautions. After some hours of deliberations, the plan was set. Ghost and soap would be in the front lines, killing of the targets.

König and captain price on the second line, right behind ghost and price. Widow and Gaz on sniper duty, clearing off the dangers to their teammates.

“alright, we’re set. Everyone get some rest, we gonna have a long day tomorrow. You are all dismissed.” Captain price said to the team.Everyone packed up their note/paper and went off to their respected rooms.

The morning came and everyone was hurled off into the UH-60A/L Black Hawk Helicopter. Widow was still so sleepy and groggy that she walked like a drunk person. “ odió las malditas mañana, quiero mi cama.( i hate the fucking mornings, I want my bed.)”

widow said pissed off. Ghost, who was right next to her said “ English widow, you know we can’t bloody understand you when you are speaking, Spanish.”

Widow, said “ well, let me translate why in the bloody fucking hell are we up at one in the morning? I want to go back to bed. Better??”. Ghost responded to widows, sarcasm, and sass with a “ much better.” 

After some hours of traveling you finally made it to Mexico. Price went over the plan one more time to make sure everyone was in place with the plan. Everyone checked their gear and ammunition, adding extra or making sure every lil detail was in place.

- mission-

“3…2…1 move out” price said over the earpiece. The boys mobilized and eliminated their targets. Gaz and Widow were taking out the incoming targets and other snipers.

Ghost and soup called clear over the earpiece. König and captain price mobilized right behind ghost and soap. The mission was going well for the first part.

But this is a battle, and in battle, there are 2 ways it could go, 1.Everything goes well or 2. Nothing goes well, and casualties will happen.

Being a sniper has ups and downs, you can’t move from your spot or you risk being shot. A sniper needs to be very focused, any wrong moves, and you might get your teammates killed. 

The building was cleared, they the boys. The cartel leader was eliminated, and everyone in the building was taken out.

What everyone didn’t realize was that the cartel members called for backup, and they were on their way faster than expected. ghost called over the line “ Bloody hell, they called for backup. Everyone retreat, the mission is done.”

Everyone responded with a “ Rodger that” when you pressed your line to respond, before you could even speak, everyone heard your bloody screams and struggles.“ LET ME GOOO!!! NOOO!!!”

along with more screams from you. Ghost called over the line “ WIDOW!! Can you hear me. SAY SOMETHING! WIDOW!”. Everyone was frozen as they heard you struggling over the line than at you muffled screams, until their was silence…..

A voice could be heard “ finally the fucking puta(bitch) fell asleep” your capture said in annoyance. Until another voice came over the line “Shush, looks like she got an earpiece on her Hermanó(brother).”

Then there was truly an agonizing silence… Widow had been taken hostage.....Panic was in state.They had to find widow before the worst could happen to her.

-Windows POV-

You really get the worst wake-up calls in the world! You woke up tied up to a chair, cold water dripping from your face to your whole body. “ wey, despierta princesa.( hey, wake-up princess)” the unknown man said.

You woke up, the first thing you told them was “ desgraciado fue que tu mamá, no te enseñó modales( fucker, didn’t your mom teach you manners).” You angrily spatted to your captures.

They laughed at your outburst, “ woah there tigresa( tiger), you got some guts. Me gusta( i like it)”. When you really looked at your surroundings, you noticed that the only things in the room was, you and your captives.

The room had no windows, just the door. While you were distracted looking around you, you felt a strong and harsh smack on your face. “look at me when am talking to you, bitch”.

You spit on his face, you could taste the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. You felt a sharp pain in your thigh, one of the man had stabbed you.

You screamed in pain, feeling your blood trickle down your leg.“ That will make you talk, no Crees tigresa( don’t you think tiger)”.

You laughed dryly “ kiss my ass, you ugly fuck”. Your stubbornness only got you pistol whipped on the side of the head. the strong blow was enough to knock you a few inches back.

They kept asking you questions and you kept giving them cocky resources. Yeah, being stubborn wasn't the best thing when you're being tortured.

You don’t remember how long the torture went on for. The blood soaked your restraints. It looked like a crime scene with all the blood. You could have been in that room for hours even days, with no sunlight and no way of telling time you just felt hopeless..

The man had left you just a while ago, you struggled and wiggled. After much pain and struggle you finally slipped your hands from the tight ropes. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you could imagine that your skin was pilling off you wrists.

You managed to untie your feet, and your left thigh was numb from the stab wound. Your right arm had a gun shoot, and your head was pounding and spinning.

Blood was trickling down every wound you had from your torture,it was like a horror movie scene from bloody Mary. You became a bloody mess, struggling to stay alive.

Trying to stand up and walk was like trying to learn how to walk again, like a newborn. You heard footsteps and talking, you could tell the man were back. Their voices were engraved in your mind. You grabbed the chair and waited for one of the men to come in.

The door opened, the man entered the room, he closed the door behind him and turned the light on. The moment the lights were on, you ran at him, and as strongly as possible, you hit him on the head.

The man crumbled to his knees and fell face-first on the floor. Quickly, you disarmed him, and after you took his weapons for yourself, you tied him up.

Adrenaline was on a hell of a drug, you shoot your torture. They didn't give you mercy so why should you, you heard running footsteps.

A door slamming open, you second capture yelled “ damn it, Rodrigo your not supposed to kill her you-” * Bang* he fell to his knees, the gun shoot in his leg preventing him from standing.

“que mierda, estás loca( what the shit, are you insane)”. you laughed, you didn’t know that was going on anymore.

He stood up and pulled his gun, he shot you on the side. The adrenaline was wearing off, you shoot him. Soon he fell to the ground and with shaky hands you went to lean on the wall.

Making your way to a corner, you vision was becoming messy. Everything was swirling, black and white spots, your only thought wasn’t am I going to die here.

No, it was “I miss, my boys” Finally, it was all was hitting you. Bloody tears streamed down your face, and your breathing was becoming Eratic.

You heard loud running step’s coming your way. You held your knees close to your chest in the fetal position. Looking at the door the best you could, you saw a shadow enter the doorway.

You sank more into the corner and softly cried “ I don’t wanna die here. I don’t wanna be alone.” The figure crouched in front of you, in a small voice the person said “ it’s alright, Maus.”

You looked around and held your hand out, “ König? Is that you, where are you?” He held your hand close to his face and said “am right here, Maus.”

you cried even harder when you realized it was not a hallucination, König was here, your boys where here!. König pulled away from you and wiped you tears away, he couldn’t tell if your crying blood or if was blood from your head wound.

Soon, Ghost came into the room as König was helping you get up. “ Bloody hell, König you really did a number here.” Ghost said. König shook his head and said “ it wasn’t me,it was widow”.

Blood loss was getting the better of you, so as you felt your consciousness slip away from you, you smiled. “ thank you for coming to get..me…” you passed out into König’s arms.

Everything moved so fast, ghost yelling for the doc. Price telling the pilot to get it moving. Everything was chaos, the doc patched you up and started a blood transfusion.

When the chopper arrived on the base, you were taken in for surgery. Ghost and König did an incident report on what they saw in that room. They explained the horror scene and the fact that widow had killed her captures.

There was a newfound respect for widow in the base. She was strong and stubborn, but overall, she was alive.

A week has passed, and you had yet to wake up. To much trauma and exhaustion took a toll on your body. Everyone visited your room anytime they could so they could check up on you, König came to visit you often.

He would ask for you to wake up, that everyone missed you, and so did he. “ Wake up soon, widow, I’ll come back later, okay?” König said as he walked over to the door.

A small hoarse voice called out to him “ König? Are you there?” König walked over to your bedside. He helped you sit up. “ Thanks, everything hurts but, I’ll be okay. ” You told him with a small smile.

The doc came in and did a check upon you. She called the rest of the time. All of you caught up with each other and made some jokes. After everyone left, you and König were alone again.

“ I missed you, mi Rey(my king)” you said. König hummed, agreeing with you “ me too, little Maus”. “Hey, König.” You called after some silence. “ Yes?” He responded.

“Thank you for coming. I was really scared of……dying alone” you told him quietly. König laughed a beautiful sound “ I would do anything for you, my little Maus” he would even die by your side if it made you happy.

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Girl widow am sorry 😭 don’t kill me. Well until next time everyone. Again thank you for sticking with me and my crazy ass uploading schedule. Don’t kill me for doing this to widow.

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[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 15 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

Tag List @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @youngadult9016

Juice had been awake for a couple minutes when he heard the sound of small footsteps behind him. He smiled when he felt a small hand pat him on the cheek. "Uncle Juice. Spongebob is on" stated Isabella in anything but a whisper before running out of the room giggling.

"Sounds like your presence had been requested" murmured Stormie a smile playing across her face as she kept her eyes shut. "Indeed it has" laughed Juice as he kissed her forehead and slipped from the bed. "I'll get your coffee ready" he added before heading out of the room.

A few minutes later Stormie joined them in the living room and felt a warmth flood her chest as she observed the scene in front of her. Half-Sack was in his chair with his coffee while Juice and Isabella were on the couch. Isabella was leaned back using Juice as a pillow while she was wrapped in a pink blanket with her Unicorn stuffed animal as they watched Spongebob.

Stormie made her way over to the couch and squeezed in between the arm and Juice as she ruffled Isabella's hair making her giggle. This right here was something she had always been worried she would never get to give Isabella. A safe, loving family outside of herself. Male role models that would show her how she should be treated and watch over her.

Leaning back Stormie grabbed her coffee cup and thought about hoe nice it was too also feel safe and not live in constant survival mode. The last few months had done wonders fro her. She wasn't jumping at the smallest sound, she slept through the night, she trusted the men in the club with drinks they gave her and didn't flinch at slight touches. She felt like for the first time since she was a little kid herself that she was actually living.

Later that day

Stormie was sitting on a picnic table with Chibs and Tig as they watched Juice and Jax spar when Gemma appeared at her side. "Looks like you see something you like. Practically drooling all over the table." joked Gemma as she shot Stormie a smug look.

Stormie grinned like a Cheshire cat before replying. "Yeah, I'm a lucky girl I think. That is all mine".

"I still feel like we were not given a fair chance" joked Tig as he leaned back to look at her as Chibs rolled his eyes.

Stormie laughed as she shook her head. "My apologies" she stated. "If it doesn't work out I'll give you a call" she added making them all laugh.

"Boy would be dumb if he messes it up Lassie" replied Chibs as he patted her knee.

Stormie just grinned as she caught Juice's eye and blew him a kiss that he caught making Jax roll his eyes.

This is the life she thought to herself.

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[genderflu1dwh0r]

SingleParent!Jade

Jade had made dinner, it was 5pm. Her daughter, Abby was sitting at the dinner table coloring, she had finished her dinner and wanted to color. Jade was sitting with her, talking to her, she soon picked up their plates and went off to the kitchen. She kinda spaced out as she washed the dishes, she was tired and taking care of a 5-year-old was very draining. Abby was a pretty good kid when she was calm, but whenever she got energy and mania, which was often, the day dragged on. Jade could understand why she acted like this, they shared brain chemistry, Abby was her kid. She got snapped out of it when Abby tugged at her shirt, Jade looked down and smiled softly. "What's up, kid?" She asked, turning the water off and drying her hands.

Abby held her arms up, holding a box up to her, it was a Lego set of a snowy place, animals and people were there to build too. "Mommy, build with me?" She asked, Jade took the box and looked at her. "Hmm, since you did eat your vegetables and you didn't have a tantrum, sure, we can build this." She watched as Abby smiled wide, hopping around excitedly, she could see Tori in this kid, she quickly got them out of the kitchen and over to the living room. "Alright, I'll turn on SpongeBob too." She said putting the box on the coffee table and taking the remote. Abby yelled happily and ran around, Jade looked at her. "Abigail, don't. It's almost bedtime, you need to relax." She spoke, quickly making Abby stop and sit down on the floor by the coffee table.

Jade smiled, turning on SpongeBob and setting the remote down. She sat with Abby and started to unbox and unwrap everything, Abby watched her, but then flicked her eyes up and watched the TV. Jade sat crisscrossed as she poured the bags out on the table, she opened the book and started to organize the Legos. "Abby, do you want to build the animals first?" She asked, looking up at her. Abby nodded, scooting closer, Jade set the animal Legos in front of Abby on the table and let her figure it out. Abby smiled wide and started to try and build them, but she was 5 and easily confused and distracted, so she ended up getting up and playing with her stuffed animals in front of the TV.

Jade looked over at her. "Abby, aren't you going to help?" She asked, Abby turned to her and shook her head. "No." She said blatantly and went back to playing. Jade stared at her, proud of her bluntness but also confused. "Then why did you ask me to build with you?" She asked, building the Legos. Abby shrugged, laying on the floor and throwing her stuffed rabbit, Mr. Yellow at the ceiling, she started laughing when he flew. Jade chuckled and kept building. "Don't accidentally throw him in the fireplace again, I do not want to deal with you screaming bloody murder and me having to get myself burnt." She warned, focused on what she was working on. Abby whined, thinking about last Winter when she did that, she didn't want to think about it and started to sniffle.

Jade set the Legos down and crawled over to her, laying with her on the floor. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, I just wanted to warn you." She said softly. Jade had a duplicate of a few of Abby's favorite toys, so if Mr. Yellow needed to be washed, she could just give the hidden away one to Abby when she washed one. Abby leaned into Jade, hugging her. She was sleepy and teary-eyed, she wanted to continue playing with her stuffed animals. Jade rubbed her back, holding her. She calmed her as she stared at the ceiling, listening to SpongeBob. "Want to start getting ready for bed?" She asked, Abby whined, letting go and running away as fast as possible. Jade laughed, sitting up. "I'll take that as a no." She said getting up and picking up after Abby. She put all the stuffed animals to the side and started to look for her kid.

As she walked down the hall, she sung, "Abigaillll, where are youuu?" She could hear Abby giggling, she smiled to herself and stood right in front of the blanket that was in the middle of the hall. "Oh, I wonder where Abby could be? She hides just so well." She said smiling, walking past and going to the staircase. "Is she upstairs?" She asked, Abby giggled. "No!" She yelled, Jade looked over. "Who was that?" She asked, walking back over. "Is there a ghost?" She said looking around. She listened to Abby giggle under the blanket, making herself laugh with her. Abigail peeked out, seeing Jade with her hands on her hips, looking around. She giggled and got up, running past Jade and back into the living room. Jade playfully gasped, chasing her.

Abby giggled as she ran, going to the couch and hiding under the pillows and blankets. Jade made her way over, she quickly wrapped the blanket around Abby and picked her up. "I caught you!" She said smiling, Abby giggled, squirming around. "Nooooo! Mommy, put me down!!" She giggled as Jade tickled her, Jade soon sat on the couch with Abby in her arms. She rubbed her back and sighed happily. "You are a strange one, sunshine." She said softly, Abby smiled, yawning. Jade could tell Abby was getting tired, she rubbed her back and waited, watching SpongeBob with her. When she knew that her daughter was asleep, she gently got up with her and made it upstairs and into Abby's room. She changed and got her situated in bed before kissing her forehead and tucking her favorite stuffed animal, Honey the hyena under her arm, she made sure a nightlight was on before leaving the room.

She made her way downstairs and sighed, rubbing her face. She was so sleepy but had to clean up. She sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning it off. She yawned and blinked a few times, getting back up and moving the Lego's away from the edge and turning off the lights. She made sure all the doors and windows were closed and locked, she went upstairs and fell on her bed, not even bothering to change yet. She laid there for a few minutes before getting back up, she ran her hands through her hair before going and getting ready for bed. Once she was changed and situated in bed, she stared at a picture on her wall that was lit up by the moonlight. It was a picture of her and Tori together, smiling. Jade told Abby that she was someone she used to know, not bothering to tell her the truth.