#a little tortellini's what i see

[facts-i-just-made-up]

how are pastas named?

The naming of pasta's a difficult matter, it isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter when I tell you a pasta has three different names.

Yeah I'm not T.S. Eliot, instead please accept this picture I took of some noodles that sound like the sequel to Mambo No. 5:

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Donuts (A Surprise Story)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: afab body parts/breastfeeding, baby times, hospital times, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.3k

Summary: The BAU team visits you and Emily at the hospital and meets baby Eve for the first time.

“Knock, knock!”

You’d know that bright voice anywhere. Penelope slid open the door to the hospital room, holding up a drink tray with cups of coffee.

“You’re my hero,” you gushed as she handed you a cup of decaf. “The coffee here sucks.”

The rest of the BAU trickled into the room behind her, all smiles and congratulations.

Penelope looked around. “Uh… not that I’m not over the moon to see you, my love, but… where is the sweet, tiny baby?”

Emily emerged from the bathroom, holding Eve gently in her arms.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” she complained, smiling, as her team swarmed around her, smiling and giggling and cooing at Eve.

“Diaper duty?” Rossi asked, winking at Emily.

“I’m telling you, it’s a feat of nature that someone so small can produce something so stinky.”

Emily looked around the room, then furrowed her eyebrows. “Where’s Morgan?”

“Ugh, who needs him? He’s whisking some girl to breakfast. He said he’d be by with lunch as usual.” Penelope was nearly bouncing on her toes. “Can I hold her, Emily!? Or is it too soon? It’s okay if it is.”

“Yeah,” Emily encouraged, beaming. “Just wash your hands really well first.” You’d never seen Penelope move faster than she did to the sink. After washing up, she settled herself into the room’s one chair, and Emily softly placed a gurgling Eve in her arms. The baby squirmed and nestled against Penelope’s chest.

“Oh,” Penelope breathed, looking for all the world as if she might start crying. “She’s so tiny. I’ve never held such a tiny baby! Hi, Eve! Hi, sweetheart! I’m your Aunt Pen!”

Hotch placed a box on the counter, gesturing vaguely to it. “Donuts, if anyone wants one.”

Emily and the others circled the donuts and sipped their coffee while you sat on the bed and watched Penelope play with Eve’s fingers.

JJ perched on the edge of the bed and squeezed your hand. “How are you doing?” she asked. “Really?”

You exhaled heavily and nodded. “Good. It doesn’t feel real yet exactly.”

“I mean, you are on some drugs,” she pointed out, chuckling.

“True.” You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel… really in love. I mean, head over heels, with Eve and Emily. But also really tired and in pain and kind of weepy?”

JJ nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Well, you know we’re here for you guys, right? Whatever you need. Food, coffee, a babysitter. Anything.”

“I know.” You smiled at her, heart full. “Thanks, JJ.”

“Now, I need a turn with little Miss Eve,” she declared, switching places with Penelope and cooing over Eve. JJ grinned at you, booping Eve’s tiny nose. “Makes me want another one.”

You shrugged, smiling. “I mean, it’d be nice for Eve to have a BAU friend her age.”

“Don’t tempt me,” JJ protested, patting Eve’s skinny little thigh.

Rossi bent over JJ’s shoulder to pinch Eve’s cheek gently. “Bellissima,” he whispered, before approaching you and kissing your cheek.

“Congratulations, kid. She’s lovely. You both are. All three of you, a beautiful family.”

“Want to hold her, Rossi?” JJ said, gesturing toward Eve.

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Oh, sure you can,” you said, patting his arm as JJ stood and handed Eve off to him. “She needs to meet her Papa Pasta.”

He stared at you. “Who the hell’s Papa Pasta?!”

You giggled and blushed. “You. You’re Papa Pasta.”

“Why didn’t I get any input in my grandpa name?” he protested, and Eve’s voice cracked, like she was about to cry.

“You better zip it, Papa Pasta,” JJ said, pointing at him. “You’re gonna upset the little tortellini.”

He bounced Eve gently around the room, quietly crooning Frank Sinatra to her, before joining Hotch, Spencer, and Emily as they bent over a file folder spread open on top of the donut box.

Bits of their conversation drifted over to you, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“And there’s no indication as to what they’re strangled with?” Emily asked.

“We’re waiting on forensic analysis,” Hotch said. “But no prints, no DNA evidence whatsoever.”

“Hey!” you called, and the team looked back at you as if they’d been caught skipping school. “No serial killer talk in front of the baby, Em. We talked about this.”

“Sorry,” she said, sheepishly, organizing the papers and shutting the file folder.

Rossi handed the baby to Reid, and Eve immediately bunched up her face and wailed.

“Uh, hey!” he said, alarmed. “Hey, she’s crying. She’s crying, something’s wrong here. Can someone…”

“I’ve got her,” Hotch insisted, drying off his hands after washing them. He took Eve and smiled softly at her as she cried. “I know,” he said quietly, walking slowly toward you. “I’m not as good-looking as either of your moms. Who is this guy!?”

Eve fussed and squalled, and you knew she was sleepy and overwhelmed and hungry. She wouldn’t calm down until you’d fed her, and as much as you were a feminist and all for public breastfeeding, you didn’t exactly want your wife’s entire work family seeing your boobs.

You made eye contact with Emily across the room and, as if she could read your mind, Emily stood and clapped her hands together and said, “Well, guys, I can’t thank you enough for coming, but I think it’s just about time for this little lady’s breakfast and nap.”

The team got the hint, standing and fluttering about and gathering their things. There were hugs and handshakes and heartfelt well-wishes. Hotch lowered Eve into your arms and your heart swelled at her little hiccup of recognition when she felt herself in her mama’s arms again.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” Hotch said, squeezing your shoulder. He ushered the rest of the team out, and you felt almost overwhelmed by the quiet now.

You’d been nearly a week in the hospital now and, besides the daily visits from Derek (“Uncle Derek,” he insisted now) and your parents, you and Emily and Eve had been mostly left to yourselves. Eve squalled in your arms, and you opened your shirt and bra so she could latch to your nipple. You let out a sigh of contentment as she gurgled and gulped, and as Emily slid into the bed next to you, handing you a donut.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your mouth already full.

She kissed your cheek. “Thank you for being so patient with everyone. I know it was a lot.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. “Yeah, I thought visitors were capped at two at a time?” She blushed and fought off a smile. You nudged her, careful not to jostle Eve. “You want to tell me how you managed to get an entire FBI unit in here?”

“I had them flash their badges,” she admitted, grinning softly.

“That’s an abuse of power, you know,” you joked.

“Oh, an abuse of power, huh?” Emily grinned and pressed her lips to yours, tracing her fingers along the sides of your face. “I’ll show you an abuse of power.”

“Hey,” you giggled as she kissed you again and again, surging into you, until poor Eve was all but pushed out of the way, grumbling as her little mouth strained toward the nipple. “Hey! I’ll have you know you’re disrupting your daughter’s feeding.”

“Oh,” Emily cooed, helping to guide Eve’s mouth back and kissing the soft top of her head. “I’m sorry, Evie. Get back in there, sweet pea. It’s good stuff.”

You smacked Emily’s arm softly. “Don’t tell her that boobs are good stuff.”

“They are, though,” she protested. “I’m just giving her the facts.”

You yawned and shook your head. “I’m sorry, Em. I’m too tired to be funny.”

Emily positioned herself behind you so that she could support your back, pulling your head back gently until it rested on her chest.

“You just relax, honey,” she said, her voice warm, one of her hands cradled behind yours to help you hold Eve’s head up. “I’ve got you, okay? Both of you.”

And you knew she did. She always had, and she always would.

[athingofvikings]

Two More Stalkers

So I'm drafting this post on October 19, 2022, hoping that I won't have to use it, but getting it set up as a contingency. Just in case.

Lots of screenshots under the cut, but TL;DR:

I have two stalkers who feel entitled to my work and writing, and have been stalking me because I didn't write their historical blorbos to their personal satisfaction and because I haven't written queer characters to their exacting specifications (specifically, they want what amount to Gold Star Lesbians with modern-style adopted children). In the course of their stalking, they have made a hate-blog specifically to target me with insults, and when that failed to get a response, escalated to making a new AO3 account specifically to write hatefic of my work and "gift" it to me.

If you see this post having gone live, I ask you to please review it and reblog it, because I am preparing this contingency in case they escalate to the point of trying to publicly defame me, and if I've hit "post", that means they're actively trying to get people to hate me.

So, without further ado...

Here are screenshots of their intro posts (still available on my Discord server if anyone wishes to see the evidence). Essentially, they came because of their interest in the historical King Macbeth and the mid-11th century, which is where and when my story, A Thing Of Vikings, is set. The basic concept of the story is that the first How To Train Your Dragon film is dropped into Real Life history in the 1040s AD in the Scottish islands, and events ripple out from there, changing history as a result.

Some red flags began to wave in regards to these two, as nessie wanted to know what the status of his historical blorbos would be in my writing, and did not take it well that they would either A) be dead, B) be reduced to insignificance by changes in the historical timeline, C) be someplace else, or D) not exist at all, due to changes in the timeline. He ended up quietly leaving after the following discussion:

He then left a few days later on Aug 28th.

Fast forward to October 2nd.

the threat of tortellini starts a discussion as follows:

At the end of this exchange, the threat of tortellini leaves the ATOV Discord server. To sum up the above, they wanted for me to jettison the core conceit of a piece of writing that I have been working on for six years because they wished to see specific developments catering to their personal desires happen in the text. In short, "Screw your writing integrity, I want you to write it for meeeee!" and then stormed off the server when they were told no.

Two hours later, I am followed by @courtlycringe. Now, I vet my followers for personal safety reasons, due to having experienced harassment and stalking in the past, and immediately saw that this new follower was... unique.

For obvious reasons, I promptly blocked the two people in the notes for these posts, as well as the courtlycringe blog itself. The next morning, October 3rd, I remembered nessie's fixation, and promptly pulled on the threads with the intro posts, putting together that @themischiefoftad is the threat of tortellini and that @malcolm--of--scotland is nessie. (Note the dates on the posts, too; Nessie had this hate blog already going before his friend stormed off of the server)

Confirmation came after a few of my friends interacted with them:

(Although it should be noted that I don't believe that courtlycringe is/was run by anyone other than my two stalkers, given the timeline).

I do a little more work, track down their AO3 accounts, and block them. I expected that to be the end of it.

It wasn't.

In short, these two made a new AO3 account, MillieMilkTea, and wrote some extremely nasty hatefic using my characters and targeting my work. The Necessary Components For The Fall Of An Empire is a giant middle finger to me personally, with my male main characters being brutally and graphically murdered by the female characters (especially their personal blorbos) and having everyone cheering for the deaths, and the female characters going off to be good pure lesbians. Nothing more and nothing less.

I declined the "gift", and have reported them to AO3 Abuse as of the writing of this post on Oct 19.

However, given that they have written thirty-three thousand words of targeted hatefic, likely just in the past few weeks (the account itself was created Oct 11), I am sure that they will continue to escalate. I will keep this post updated and ready to post in case they shift from targeted harassment to defamation and libel.

[mummers-of-the-heart]

To My Dearest One (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader)

Premise: Leon comes home after a mission.

Sad Vibes/Slight Comfort, Song fic

Word count: 1072

Content warning: Not beta read or really edited if I'm honest. Vague Infinite Darkness and RE6 spoilers. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Implied suicidal thoughts. Reader is sort of a living emotional crutch for Leon. Also reader is not quite all right. I can't write domestic fluff for the life of me. Look, the grammar is going to be a mess, I constantly switch between using APA, AP, and MLA on a regular basis for professional stuff. My brain is gonna zone out here.

Song fic time and first time writing Leon. Came up with the idea while I was studying for my interrogation test for history and I had a concert where this song was performed playing in the background. Finished writing this in between studying for my psych exam in a couple days. Hope you enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Song: Itoshiki Hito E (To My Dearest One) by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai (slight variation by me)

The apartment is quiet besides the sounds of light music and cooking as he enters. Despite living there for a few years, it lacks much character causing it to feel hollow. One of the only things proving that it was Leon's apartment was the sun damaged photos, yellowed with time.

One of them from years ago as he visited Sherry on her birthday. The smile on the girl's face. Claire.

It all felt so distant.

Everything grew out of reach. Nothing seemed to last for a broken man, especially for one who had the bright sparkle in his eyes beaten out so violently.

As he approaches the kitchen, the smell of onion and herbs wafting through the air, Leon notices the nostalgic yellow tinted light that colors the white walls.

At the stove-top was a familiar figure standing before a pot of soup.

You.

A heart made of glass is always... hurting anything that tries to touch it. Yet you embrace it so tight without fear.

His arms wrap around your waist as his head sits upon yours in this rehearsed dance. He smells your shampoo as he takes a deep breath.

"Welcome back, Leon.” You say in a light tone as if he wasn't gone for a little over a week. "I'm making tortellini soup tonight."

He can hear how much you missed him. Even if you don't say it, those feelings tinge your voice.

"Mmm," he sighs with closed eyes, "That sounds good. Haven't had that in awhile."

Leon’s hold on you is strong. He wants to savor the moment.

There’s an itch in the back of his mind; one that would never leave. That this relationship would only hurt you. That he was taking advantage of your kindness. That he could never express just how much he loved the sense of normalcy you brought.

As if sensing his emotions, you quietly grab his left hand with a softness Leon wasn’t used to feeling.

Your hands were light compared to his calloused hands, which were covered in blood. Regrets marred his digits.

The plush feeling of your lips is unfamiliar to his inner wrist. This intimate touch caused Leon to melt.

A simple touch, a simple act, a simple situation in your eyes but it doesn’t feel so simple to him.

A clink as the spoon is set down. You turn around to face him.

But such happiness is sometimes, through cruelty of God, suddenly in front of my eyes… disappears and it makes me so scared.

The look in your eyes, how greatly it contrasted the steely eyes he would see everyday. Fresh eyes that didn’t twist with fear, changed. Not hardened by painful experiences. The look in your eyes is different.

Tired but understanding.

It is something that Leon was grateful for. A calm in a life that he felt so little choice or support in. A happiness from not feeling alone.

A deep hunger satiated but it caused a fear to rise.

What if you saw what he faces everyday? What if you got hurt even more than before? What if… you left?

They kept scratching at the back of his mind.

I live only for your sake. This voice will take an oath, to my dearest one.

Night carried on. Dinner came and went. No discussion of his work.

The ticking of the clock counting down the seconds before the feeling of the mattress would soon greet the two of you. The nighttime routine felt so unfamiliar. He was a stranger to this domestic moment.

“Apparently Sara,” your coworker, Leon had to remind himself as you spoke, “had decided to drag me out while you were gone. Saying that I was being too focused on work again.”

You roll your eyes in a familiar manner as you wipe the skin of your face with a cloth. There’s a soft, tired look, one that is aware of reality.

“Right.” Leon responds. “I already know you were hunched over your desk, typing away at a proposal looking like Gollum." He chuckles as he remembers the first time he saw you at work.

“Hey.” You pout cutely in response, before sitting on the bathroom counter and sighing. “Let me see your face.”

You put out your hand expectantly and he obliges as he puts his chin in your hand. Reaching with your other to grab his cloth and wetting it with water, you smile sweetly with the look that Leon loved.

A careful caress with the cloth as you clean his face. Your thumb traces over faint scars, reminders of the memories he can never escape. There’s a tightening in his heart at this touch.

As you finish and wring out the cloth, you turn back to face him still sitting on the counter. The softness of your hand shifts to cradle the side of his face.

In response, he lifts your chin with his fingers and gives that charming smile of his. “I have the world in my hands.”

“Not sure about that.” You reply softly. “Pretty sure I got it in mine.”

As you get into bed, due to a learned habit after living with Leon for four months, get into the side of the bed away from the door. He lies across from you and lets out a heavy sigh, as he feels exhaustion wash over him.

His hand finds its way to your waist as the light turns off. Leon’s face burrows itself in the crook of your neck, like something was commanding him to get as close as possible to you. To find the core to the warmth. The rhythm of your breath, a lullaby, gently sends him to sleep as his fingers curl atop your skin slightly.

Even at that moment, the scratching turned into digging.

Your eyes heavy and on the verge of the precipice, a whisper drifts from Leon’s lips as he is asleep.

“My only… Make me happy when…”

Will it be sent to you? Will it be conveyed? Words will never be enough… for this feeling of mine, to my dearest one.

By the time the rays of the sun bounce off your gentle skin, Leon is awake and doesn’t move as he watches you sleep peacefully. A smile creeps onto his face as he notices a line of drool.

In that moment, the man, who long lost his faith and wishes, says a silent prayer.

AN: Like what you read? Consider reblogging or leaving a comment. Thanks for reading.

[loremaster]

BOBA AU - CHAPTER 1 EXTRAS

I had actually drawn a few more things than could fit within the 30-image-per-post limit. Here are the ones that didn't make the cut, with commentary!

(tw: mild animal abuse, n*zi mention, suggestive themes)

Zilch's animal companions. I named Carmina Burana and Tortellini, Gucci and Bosch were named by my friends - though Bosch was supposed to be called Hieronymus, it just didn't fit on the nametag lol

I wanted to illustrate some examples of Zilch casually mistreating/neglecting the animals but this was as far as I got. I don't think he would be a full on animal abuser, just... the type of person who likes having a bunch of pets to show off but doesn't really think about properly caring for them. He likes the aesthetics of animals much more than the logistics.

This was gonna be the chapter cover and I forgot. Oops.

This was just practice drawing the church characters from their sprites.

Zilch: I must say, it's an unexpected pleasure to run into another kindred spirit around here. I'm Zilch~

This scene was actually cut deliberately. I drew it before I decided exactly what the Nun's issue with Zilch would be and then once I did, I felt like it didn't fit anymore. Zilch is still excited to see someone else with ears and tail like him, but in the final version, he's a lot more derisive about it.

I imagine the Nun is, like, an actual animal-human hybrid whereas Zilch is a furry with a wallet that can afford bioengineered bodymods. (One day, my friends... one day...)

Zilch being flippant and Halara being dismissive/tsundere. Couldn't really find a place to put it but I still like the drawing - even if I did accidentally give Zilch human ears.

By the way, you might notice Zilch hasn't been wearing his cap. There are two reasons. One is to show off that his ears aren't actually connected to it. If I had the time to go back and redraw the prologue with him wearing it - so Halara's "holy fuck" reaction makes more sense here - I would. (Not really worth trying to fix though, not until the rest of the story is done.)

But the other reason is that upon looking closer at Zilch's original design, I thought it was a little too evocative of Nazi imagery and wasn't really comfortable with it. It's not really the same style of hat, sure, but combined with the swastikas in his eyes??? yeah no way is that not intentional. (I redesigned his eye symbols to be catlike slit pupils instead.)

I get he (or, the hitman, I guess) is supposed to be a villain, and a minor one, in the original game... but here I'm gonna flesh him out a bit more. So I guess in that sense the removal of the hat symbolizes his growth as a character beyond his terrible awful fascist upbringing lol (more on that in the Gumshoe Gabs soon)

If I were making this an actual game it would be fun to have Yuma get a fun little added gameplay element of using Zilch's Forte like he does with Halara's. He gets some little animal friends!!!

I imagined Zilch would ask to be carried, but Halara won't do it without getting paid an exorbitant amount. And then Zilch forks over the cash on the spot. Yuma screams internally. If he had that the whole time why were they even trying to negotiate over the coat???!? Why does he still have his own debt to pay if Zilch could just cover the whole thing up front????

Halara has to pretend not to be enthusiastic about this opportunity.

Shinigami is... there, I guess.

Martina my wife driving around her little parasite of a boyfriend. Ms Electro please call me

Was originally gonna have Seth say that out loud but then I remembered he doesn't want to lose his job. (It's okay, he loses it anyway.)

(Also yes this is pre-Vivia-DLC.)

And then the mystery is solved!

Zilch feels indebted to Halara for saving him from the Nail Man, and wants to follow their example, turn it around, treat his animals better... his act of goodwill here is extremely performative, though. But, hey, everyone's gotta start somewhere!

Ultimately I cut this scene after coming up with the cat bed idea. (Was very tempted to have Halara cruelly taking the coat from the boy, but just decided to skip it instead.)

So Zilch kinda idolizes Halara now... which is fine... but then the morning after he really lets his simp flag fly.

Congrats on your furry boyfriend, I guess?????

A doodle from the margins of this comic way back when.... which finally has a place to belong! \o/

Zilch's fursona. His "zursona," if you will.

Thanks again for reading! I love everyone's comments in the tags and I'm so glad you all like my version of Zilch especially. Excited to develop him some more in future chapters >:)

[spiralgirlblu]

Infection

When Janice got home Thursday night after a nine hour day at work, she was surprised to see two other cars in his driveway, as only her husband should be there. She grabbed her work bag and went inside, expecting their normal Thursday night couples dinner night. She had chosen tortellini alfredo for her meal this week, which is her favorite meal, and she had been very excited about her husband’s cooking, since she normally made them dinner.

It was also a big surprise to her when she walked inside and there was no smell of cooking roaming through the house, the table was not set, and her husband was nowhere in sight. She wandered through the first floor and there was no sign of Jeff. She checked the basement to the same result. As she went upstairs to check their bedroom, she was very curious where her husband could be.

As she opened her bedroom door, she was met with a sight that truly scared her. Her husband was fully clothed between another woman's legs who she had never met. She stopped herself from fainting just in time, then yelling “Jeffery, what the fuck?!”

Her husband seemed completely uninterested in her, keeping his head buried in the mystery slut’s cunt. 

Then the woman who was dominating her husband's attention spoke to me. “Don’t be too upset with your Jeff, Janice. He didn't choose to be my obedient servant. No, I just have something of a disease… power…virus… curse? whatever it is. Although… he did cheat on you, and you're not going to like who it was with either.”

Janice was in tears, anger seething, shown vividly by her expression. “Jeff.. didn't… No… what’d you do to him?! He’s not right.” Her hands balled into fists, a bad answer sure to set her off onto a physical rampage.

 The woman smiled, moaning before continuing. “Well it's not what I did to him, it's what I did to your next door neighbors. Sweet little Erica had gotten her husband's permission to try sleeping with another woman since she hadn’t yet in her life. Well lets just say…”

Janice cut her off. “Enough out of you bitch. If I have to kill you to make you stop I will.” And with that, she lunged at the intruder. 

Just before she got close to the two, she heard her enemy say the words that struck fear into her soul: “Mistress Delaney’s Slut.” Janice instantly ground to a pace like she was going through molasses. The only thing that kept her awake and standing was her heated passion, slowly pushing forward.

“Wow, a strong one. Stop, Jeff. We have something more interesting.” the naked woman walked up to her slowed thrall and started to feel her up. “Still fighting huh? This is new, maybe Jeff couldn’t program you right. I’ll have to punish him for that. Earth to Jan, can ya hear me, slut?”

“Yes…… you…… bitch…” she responded, still trying to fight off the foreign feeling of being stuck and not moving freely.

“FREEZE Janice!” Instantly her body got locked in place below the neck, like all the molasses around her froze and she was stuck still inside of it. “Aw, there she is. Got that one right. Let me tell you how my… infection works. Anyone I have sex with, when I cum the first time, their brain goes completely numb and it's ready to be programmed. But the best part is, I figured out all my cum slaves share my infection, and can program whoever they fuck too.”

Janice was more than just stuck in place, she was now also frozen in fear. If what this bitch- Delaney- was saying was true, how many people was she in control of.

“Hey Jeff, bend your wife over the bed and fuck her while we talk. Don't cum til I say honey.” Delaney snapped her fingers, and Jeff snapped into place immediately.

“Yes, my love.” Jeff grabbed his wife by the hair and threw her down, draped over the very bed he fucked her on last night. He ripped her pants apart and quickly started pounding her.

In Janice’s sexual daze, she vaguely heard Delaney talking to her. “I’ll save you the whole story. So I had sex with your neighbor and programmed her that day, and then when she had sex with her husband, more of the same. I had them become the swingers of the block, slowly infecting the rest of your neighbors into more and more of my sex slaves. I only had your house and one more left before yesterday.”

Janice had heard everything her lover… her assailant had said to her, and a part of her was scared of what she had heard already. Unfortunately, that part of her had no control over her body, and was completely covered by the sex crazed demon inside of her.

“Your husband realized and wanted to be their little sex pet of the night, too bad my virus broke him completely. Who knew that two of my infectedss’ cum would melt someone’s brain that thoroughly. Well then he took you last night, I’m just here to finish the job. Fun right?” She giggled, rubbing herself inches from her face. “If you’re ready to give in, give my pussy a lick.”

It didn’t even take Janice a second to take to licking her lover’s slit. Then she heard another set of important words from above her. “Jeff, cum!” And the second her husband unloaded his jizz into her, her world started to fade to black. Right before she went fully out, she heard her lover-Miss Delaney- say “Now let’s see what you two can do about finishing the block for me.”

[jugheadthelesbian]

hi hi hi!!! saw how you wrote for penelope and i RAN to your asks...im a liiiiiitle obsessed with her..

ANYWAY, can you please do a little blurb about penelope and reader on a date night and penelope getting the wrong order, but the people pleaser in her doesn't want to say anything, so reader does for her? sorry if this isnt specific enough (or if its too specific...im a yapper if u cant tell)

p.s. this came to mind when i was af a restaurant with my mom today and she had to basically order for me and also tell the waitress they gave me the wrong dish..😣

EEEE yes i can!! thank u lovely!

summary: tooth-rotting fluff of you being whipped for people pleaser Penelope

word count: 611

warnings: this is so sweet and fluffy that u might get a toothache!! ~

Penelope Garcia looks so beautiful, across from you in a pretty pink dress and her hair up in an elaborate bun, smiling at you, her lips a lovely shade of red. The two of you are out for dinner at a fancy Italian resturant for a little after work Friday night date. You smile back at her over your glass of wine. “You’re so beautiful, I love that dress on you, baby.” You tell her, holding her hand on the table between the two of you. She blushes, shaking her head and smiling down to her lap. 

“Thank you for saying that.” She looks up at you, gushing. You are taken away by her beauty, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles. She bites her lip, ready to say something else when the waiter approaches with your food. You give him a polite smile, watching with excitement as he puts down your plates of deliousness. Penelope’s eyes widen in excitement at her chicken alfredo tortellini, then her face falls. You dig into your food immeadiately, but notice your girlfriend’s sudden silence. You look up from your plate and meet her eyes.

You furrow your eyebrows at her troubled expression. “What’s up, buttercup?” You tease, in an attempt to lighten the mood. She shakes her head at you, training her eyes down to her plate with a pout. “Is it something with your food?” You ask softly, looking at her plate. Immeadiatly, you know what’s upset her. She asked for no tomatos in her pasta, but there are tons of little cherry tomatos mixed in with her food. “Here, do you want to ask him to take it back?” You suggest, eager to have her smiling and happy again.

She shakes her head, forcing a smile. “No, no! It’s okay, I can just… pick them out. It’s fine,” She lifts her fork, trying to hide her disappointment at the mishap, but she’s still bummed about it. “I just don’t want to bother him.” She mummers, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she continues to pick them out, glancing over to where your waiter is taking the order of another table a few feet away. 

You take a few bites of your own food, watching her attempt at taking the dozens of tomatoes out. Scowling, you look to see where your waiter has gone and find him walking back towards your direction. You stand up. “I’ll be right back, give me one second.” You tell Penelope, kissing the crown of her head as you pass her. You catch up to your waiter, getting his attention. “Hey! My girlfriend asked for no tomatoes in her pasta, can you see if maybe we can get another dish of the chicken alfredo tortellini without tomatoes in it?” You ask politely and he agrees, telling you that he will be right back with that. 

Satisfied, you go back to your table to a still dejected Penelope, who has given up on her mission to remove the tomatoes. “He should be back with your food soon.” You tell her, squeezing her arm gently as you sit back in your chair. She opens her mouth to protest and you hold your hand up. “Too late, I already asked him.” 

“Thank you so much!!” She says and her smile tells you that she’s back to your sunshine girlfriend. Her glowy happiness is worth the anxiety of asking for the correct meal and you’re very glad when she can’t stop smiling while eating once the waiter comes back. You make sure to tip good, again a small price in comparison to your girl’s infectious laughter.

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[gurugirl]

Will you give us a little something else for the stepmom!reader fic? I'm really curious about how you'll go about it. Will it be anything like your stepdad!harry one? I hate/love stepdad!harry. I love reading it (super guilty pleasure) but in reality that man would be trash so I also hate him.

I'm really looking forward to the stepmom one though, as a 30 year old woman I feel like usually we see a lot of Harry being older and dominant but it would be fun to look at this in a different perspective with reader being a little older.

YES - i know what you mean about stepdad!harry. he's kind of trash but that's the whole point in that au. it's mostly about the smut. 😂

But for stepmom!reader it's not going to be like that at all. As a woman I cannot see her being toxic in the way I've written harry as stepdad.

This one will have some background about her marriage and the kind of arrangement she and harry's dad have.

While it's still a completely messed up situation, this one will be softer and there will be some pining a bit. I've got almost 20k words written for it already and I'm actually loving it. Harry meets yn when he's in college and an adult so there's nothing too odd about them being attracted to one another. She's about 7 years old than him. Harry will be a virgin but not for lack of confidence or charm. You'll see.

But I'll give you a little teaser below the cut (1.3k words). Enjoy!

She was in sweat shorts and a tank top and tennis shoes with no makeup. She had wanted to shower and get freshened up a little at least. Before Harry arrived. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure he actually would come on Friday as he said.

But then she laughed at herself worrying so much over how she looked to her stepson. A silly silly girl, she thought to herself. Who cares? Why should she care? She was doing all this for his birthday party anyway. And she was his stepmom.

Looking down at the placement of the dancefloor tiles being installed she allowed her mind to drift to that night at the club. His warm skin, his deep voice. The way he handled her like he knew what he was doing… She hated that she had been allowing those kinds of thoughts to trickle in about him. Hated, hated that two days ago when she had sex with Leo it was Harry she was thinking about.

She felt like a nasty and disgusting woman. A pervert.

In the early afternoon, the landscaper had gone and the garden looked like it was ready to be filled in with hundreds of people ready to party. She was proud of the way it turned out. It all looked great.

But she was hungry. She’d eat then shower. Hopefully before Harry arrived. If he arrived that evening.

The chef’s kitchen had a lovely granite island with unstained walnut and wide plank hardwood floors. The refrigerator was ridiculously large. Opening up the state-of-the-art appliance she peered inside trying to find something quick to eat. She planned on having cheese tortellini later on. Leo was out for the day and told her not to wait up. That he would be back late. Some conference or something. It wasn’t abnormal for him to be gone for hours or days. She enjoyed the quiet and loved to eat simple dishes when he wasn’t around. Things that she craved like macaroni and cheese, frozen fish sticks, or cheesy tortellini, and a bottle of wine.

She settled on yogurt and a double serving of granola as she sat at the island. She just needed an in-between lunch and dinner snack to tide her over.

Just before she scooped her last bite into her mouth she heard footsteps and then his voice, “Anyone home?”

She quickly scrambled off her stool and stood up just as he entered the kitchen. His dark curls were perfectly placed on his head and he wore a colorful Hawaiian-style shirt and black jeans with leather Chelsea boots.

“Hi! Yeah, was just eating a snack. Uh, make yourself at home, Harry!” Her tone was a bit too perky and she cringed at how silly she sounded.

Harry smiled gently and nodded as he dropped his gaze to her legs and back up, “Yes ma’am. Just gonna take this up to my room first.” He lifted his duffle bag, “Looks really good out there,” gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, “Looking forward to it.”

“Oh, so glad you like it. It was some work to get everything just right. The guys setting up were so great, though. There are still a few more things to finish up tomorrow but I think for now we’re on track. But um…” she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl out as she looked over her shoulder at Harry, “I’m, uh… just headed to take a shower, though. Haven’t had the chance yet today. So…” she trailed off her sentence. None of what she was saying mattered to him at all. She was sure of that.

Harry puffed out a quick little laugh, “Okay. Yeah. Well, I’ll be in my room.”

Her shower was delightful but her nerves weren’t soothed. She was wound up tight and now that her stepson was here in her house, alone with her… she closed her eyes to compose herself. A ridiculous woman. A dirty and perverted woman. Who thinks of their stepson in this way? It’s absolutely disgusting. Immoral. Depraved. Evil. But it had all begun with that night and the way he danced with her. Innocent. Until it wasn’t.

She stayed in her room for a while. Not sure how she should go about acting casually in front of Harry. After that night at the bar, how could she? They had crossed a line. She had crossed a line. She took responsibility for this whole mess in her mind. She was the one at fault. Harry was only 20. Well, 21 now. Technically his birthday was today.

Fuck! She’d forgotten to wish him happy birthday!

Pulling her leggings up and slipping on a t-shirt she huffed as she paced the room. Well, now she had to go and tell him and also apologize for the state she was in when he arrived and how she’d forgotten and…

Calm down. He probably doesn’t even care, Y/n.

Knocking at his cracked open bedroom door she peeked in to see that Harry wasn’t in there. She looked down the hallway and for some strange reason she stepped into his room and her eyes landed on his laptop that was open.

Porn.

He was watching porn. Y/n let out a surprised laugh and shook her head. She was overstepping so many boundaries. She looked at the screen as she moved away, intending on leaving his bedroom and going to find him when her eyes landed on the title of the video he had up.

Stepmom and Stepson Share a Bed

Her pulse grew fast and her palms began to sweat. Of course, perhaps that meant nothing. Perhaps that was just something he was watching that he found hot and didn’t realize it was stepmom porn or something…

She backed herself out of the room quickly but when she felt his hands on her shoulders and his voice, that fucking voice that sounded like sex, “You okay? Nearly ran me over-“

But he stopped short. He looked at the bed where his laptop was open and realized what she’d seen. He’d been saving his favorite stepmom porn videos lately. This one was just up. He wasn’t actually watching it before he’d stepped out of the room. It had just been on the screen when he closed out the Word doc he was working on for an essay at school.

“Fuck.” He whispered and released her shoulders, “Y/n, I… look that was just-“

Y/n turned with wide eyes and held her hand up quickly, “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have come in here. I was looking for you to um… I was gonna wish you a happy birthday, and I… I’m the one that should be sorry. That…” she pointed toward his bed, “I shouldn’t have seen that.”

Harry was embarrassed. He felt like crawling under the bed and staying there til the day he died. Never to be seen or heard from again. He was so careless to leave that up like that.

He swallowed and ran his hands over his face and shook his head, “Oh my god. Fuck.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/n placed her hand on his forearm and pulled one of his arms down, “Look at me.”

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her like she asked, “No worries okay? That was just nothing. It’s just porn. Everyone looks at porn. It’s normal. Okay?”

“Watching stepmom porn is normal?”

Y/n swallowed. She didn’t think he’d directly come out and say that, “Well… I mean… sure. If there’s a category on Pornhub for it that means someone likes it. You’re not the only one.” She tried to laugh but it died in her throat when Harry clenched his jaw and tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling.

“And besides,” her fingers tightened over his arm, “it’s not like that’s about me anyway. Come on… it’s just porn. So don’t-“

“Of course, it’s about you, Y/n. Why else would I be interested in that kind of thing?”

[autisticempathydaemon]

[A4A] Your Mafia Boss [More Than a Friend] Makes You Lunch

Tags: [Dating] [Getting to Know Each Other] [Librarian Listener] [Part Three]

Type: SFW

Tagline: Any leftovers I take home will go straight to Giacomo, and he’s still in the dog house until you say so. This is all for you, doll.

Tone: familiar, relaxed, occasionally soft and vulnerable

Setting; SFX: outside courtyard; slight wind and possible birdsong

WC: 1178, ~11 - 12 minutes

Author's Notes: This is the third of a series; please refer to its predecessor for the full context and story!

[Laugh] (Mid-sentence) -and obviously, ten year olds don’t understand the technicalities of counterfeiting and crime. We just knew “hey, this is money, we have a lot of it, so no one will care if we take some to the arcade.” (Aside) I was a DDR kid. I loved the game, but she, that cruel mistress, did not love me. I needed practice. (On topic) So, G and I, we see a stack of fresh, crisp fives, and we just grab a few off the top not knowing those were the rejects from the printer.

[Laugh] Misprints. It looked like someone’s punk fanart of Abraham Lincoln, like someone gave him neck tattoos and blue hair except if an artist actually did that, it would have been still more believable than the money we tried to put in the token machine.

Oh, god, wouldn’t have that been amazing? No, they didn’t work, and they were so obviously fakes, they really considered calling the police on a couple of preteens if not for the fact I called our moms who convinced the owners we were the victims here- something about us selling our skateboards to a conman and not knowing any better.

You bet they bought it; my ma’s a great liar. It doesn’t hurt that G and I have known how to cry on cue since we could practically walk.

[Snap] In a heartbeat, especially when I have a whole summer of punishment memories to draw on. Because we took money without asking and almost blew the whole operation- (Aside) which, I have to be real with you, was the main reason we were in trouble- (On point), we had to spend the rest of the summer working in my uncle’s restaurant “learning to appreciate the value of money”.

[Laugh] Which is particularly ironic when any of us remember the restaurant was initially a laundering front. The only reason there’s real cooks and work to be done in the back of the house is because Ma doesn’t let things go half-assed. That place became the talk of the town one month under her thumb, and that’s where we spent hot weeks peeling lemons, chopping onions, kneading pasta, the like. That’s where I learned how to cook.

[Laugh] I’m glad you think my food’s good enough to go pro. That’s sweet, but that was never in the cards for me. Ma wanted to retire, and this is the sort of business you like to keep in the family. Besides, cooking becomes so much less exciting when you have to do it for money. (Playfully haunted) I still refuse to make tortellini after that summer.

No, no, this is tortlloni- much bigger, much less fussy, much more satisfying to eat. Tortellini is not so much a food as an exercise in torture.

(Flirtatious) If you’d like to try it, I’m sure I could be tempted or persuaded- bribed, perhaps.

(Drawn-out) Hmmm, what do I want?

[Pause] (Loaded, sotto voce) I’ll have to consider that. I’m sure I could figure something out.

[Pause, phone alarm, laugh] (Light) Well, I certainly don’t want you to be late, that’s for sure. I will not be responsible for you going missing yet again.

[Rustling] May I help you up?

[Footsteps] I can see why you like your job so much. This courtyard is a lovely place to eat and read and people watch. You know, I watched a little kid take their first steps the other day.

[Laugh] I work! I have my laptop. I leave after we have lunch. I work nights; I do more than cook and look at your pretty self.

I think about your aforementioned pretty self, of course… and educate myself on the finer points of art forgery, which is a new market I’m thinking of getting into- very interesting, lots of potential for international operations, networking, the like. I keep busy, believe me.

For you, doll? Never; I could make time in any and all of my nights for you.

(Surprised, pleased) Especially tonight, if you want.

Consider yourself penciled in the calendar for a date. Did you have anything planned in particular, or shall I pick? There’s a place or two I’ve been dying to take you, places that make food I’m not as good at.

Of course. I’ve been wanting to take you out for a proper date night since, well, since I laid my eyes on you if I’m being honest.

[Beat] (Caught, thoughtful) Because… I kidnapped you- on accident and by proxy but still- found you at the place you work, and implied I’d like you to not talk to the police while also flirting with you and bringing you lunch pretty much everyday for the past three weeks. If we were to take that next step, if I were to pursue you more seriously than I already was, I’d want it to be because you felt comfortable and safe enough to initiate more.

[Beat] (Abashed) And, while I’m being honest, I want to be sure you’re not afraid of me… that you like me.

[Pause, laugh] Oh god, do I really?

(Muffled as if covering face) How could you not tell me I’ve had frosting on my face this whole time?

(Mumbling) “Silly” they call me. A legion of hardened criminals at my beck and call, and they call me silly.

(Unmuffled, normal volume) Did I get it?

[Rustling] What about now?

Here?

(Tender, soft) Sure, please.

[Pause, maybe a hitched breath to imply the kissable tension] (Soft) Thank you.

[Phone ringing, laugh] (Whispered) Sorry.

[Pause, maybe humming to denote waiting for Doll to finish their call] (Abashed) I’ve made you late… again. The next time I make lunch, I’ll have to include something extra for your coworkers- cookies or something.

Correction- I don’t have to, but I’d like to. I should. The last thing I want now that I’ve finally got you to go out with me is to make your friends think badly of me. (Teasing) That is, if I can trust you to hoard the cookies to yourself.

[Laugh] I’ll see you tonight?

(Pleased) Good. I’ll come by and pick you up. Do you want to plan the night, or should I?

Hmm… do you like surprises?

Duly noted. Then, I was thinking something classic and traditional to offset our… I’d say untraditional meeting- dinner and a movie?

Good. I’ll send along the menu of a place I have in mind; let me know if it sounds good so I can call and make a reservation or pick another. We’ll pick the movie after?

I’ll be counting the minutes… and working! I’m going to hustle along that forger I was telling you about and get that meeting done; I’m not letting you call me a slacker again.

Oh, it’s no trouble, believe me, doll. I’m the boss, so if you say we’re going on a date tonight, I am going to make that happen and make it good.

[Pause, cheek kiss] (Sweet) Look forward to it; I know I am.

[papiermachecat]

Helloooooo anyone who still follows me! I figured I’d better do a writeup of my pilgrimage to Slane with some notorious fellow tumblr hags because most of THEM are headed to Wembley for multiple shows which is fine and I’m not jealous at all because it’s FINE.

Amongst other things, in this writeup I will address A) my first time flying internationally (0/10 would do again but did not enjoy) B) the very flexible meaning of “5 minute walk” coming from an Irish or British person, C) the Irish weather (glorious), and D) the personal shortcomings of everyone I met on the trip (this section WILL be lengthy)*

Anyway my last day of school with students was Thursday June 8, and yesterday I had to be at work to do summer cleanup & checkout. In between I flew to Dublin???? Met my friends?? Almost died(more on that later)! And came back home! It’s insanity. So I waved goodbye to the buses on Thursday, raced home, dyed my hair (? I was not thinking clearly), packed, and was at the airport by 5:45 PM. “Wow!” you might be thinking, “She’s clearly very efficient and organized!” Unless you’ve ever spent two (2) minutes with me, then you know better. So yeah, flight was uneventful, Aer Lingus is kinda crappy but if you were seated in the first 10 rows you had a chance of getting an ice cube in your water so there’s that.

Upon arrival at Dublin, I met up with the fabulous @aggresivelyfriendly fresh from Italy and we had the loveliest taxi driver chat with us through sunny Dublin and drop us at the door of our very hip boutique hotel and I thought wow, these taxi drivers are so nice! Can’t wait to meet more of them! HAHAHAHA anyway

At the hotel we met up with fellow Americans @chasm2018 and @accidentalharrie , soon joined by the best UK/Ireland team since Harry & Niall, the delightful @cantquitu and @justharried as well as the famed, Harry-endorsed Mr. Justharried, who not only endured our company but even gave a good show of enjoying it! A fine man indeed 😘. Anyway yes, we hugged, we chatted, we ate, it was GRAND. A plan was formulated! Pop down to early merch, see a few sights, have a little lunch, shop a bit maybe, then dinner…all sounded lovely. Bit of walking, they said. Not very far, they said. Just down the road! they said.

So anyway we get to early merch—just a 10-15 minute walk with lovely weather, and there was NO LINE. None. Walked in, walked up to the counter, bought stuff, done. Blew my mind tbh. Okay great! Headed over to have snacks (the authentic Irish delicacy they call “nachos” idk if you’ve heard of them) and drinks at a church in front of a bronze bust of Arthur (I think?) Guinness, tended to by a very charming waiter who seemed accustomed to crazy Americans who want ice in their water. 10/10.

Side note: I wanted to hear some authentic Irish music. You know, walk by a pub and hear some Celtic ballad being sung while emotional old men all hold up their mugs of foamy beer, right? Well. As it turns out, their musical selections in a bar are pretty much what you’d hear here and I saw NO emotional old men swaying with their pints up as they sang along :/. But we wandered and cantquitu told us tales of her misspent youth in the thrift shops and it was lovely! 10/10

Another “”5 minute walk”” and we were at dinner, which was so lovely. No ice water, naturally, but lovely nonetheless! I had a traditional Irish salmon and tortellini with edamame. FUN FACT: 75% of the world’s supply of edamame is grown in Dingle, Ireland, famously home to Fungi (pronounced FUN-ghee) the dolphin, may he rest in peace. (Parts of that fact are actually true btw, but not the edamame part.)

A quick jaunt (45 miles or so) back to the hotel for more drinks and then off to bed to rest up for HARRYYYYYYYY!! I began to have serious regrets about my footwear choices, and rightly suspected that Saturday could be worse, but HARRY!!!!

STATS: step count: 18K // Ubers taken: 0 // successful acquisitions of a beverage with ice in it: 2 // painful blisters formed: 3

So on Saturday I switched up my shoes and hopes for the best. A quick 5 minute/6 mile walk* to the coach pickup spot and shortly we were on a stifling bus to Slane!! Expect a 20-30 minute walk to the venue, Ticketmaster told me HAHAHA anyway we get dropped off in a cow pasture (FUN FACT: Irish pastures are the lumpiest in the world*), somehow adopt two Irish teenagers who didn’t know until day of that they were supposed to have a chaperone over 25, poor things (I better never catch Lenna & Lily—cantquitu’s beloved nieces—complaining about hags in the fandom!), and off we go! Anyway after the short cow pasture walk and a bridge crossing there was a security check and I thought gosh this wasn’t bad at all! Surely security wouldn’t be set up 46 miles from the venue right? So I strolled through this wooded area, pleasant weather, good company, nice breeze…for perhaps 2-3 hours? Idk might’ve been a bit shorter but I definitely at one point said “Do you think this is some kind of prank? Like just to see how far we’ll walk?” Genuinely, it was FOREVER. My footwear choices had not been sound, my blisters from the day before were so ouchy oh and FUN FACT: the average preferred walking speed of my companions is a 5-minute mile. Which is like a 3-second kilometer, I did the math.*

ANYWAY. The first sign of civilization we saw was a stone wall with a hand-painted sign that I will post here

Please note this is not my photo and must be older as there are now 23 KILLED. SO FAR. Cantquitu told me that is one of her favorite Irish traditions* idk seemed a bit dark to me but 🤷🏻‍♀️

So we’re clearly there, right?? Hahahaha no. Another few billion miles later there’s another security check, then a ticket scan, THEN we’re at the top of a massive hill with merely 6 more miles* to walk to get to our Hollywood pod. I’ve drawn you a map of our route which I will post here.

Once we were settled, it was as you’d expect. So happy. So much fun. I ~almost forgot about the death march I had endured and tried to forget about the inevitably worse one awaiting us—though turns out there was an easier path home—still ages, and done in a sea of people, but easier!

Anyway you all probably saw the show or the best bits of it on video but here are my standout moments that wouldn’t have been captured on a livestream:

• the ADORABLE Scottish couple next to us with the guy being THE biggest harrie—knew every word, every drum fill, every 1-2-3-4…his girlfriend was a sweetheart too but just may have been the lesser into Harry between the two lol—we hugged goodbye and I hope they have a wonderful life ❤️

• the absolute shock of hurrying back from the bathrooms (such as they were 😬) while I Wanna Dance With Somebody was playing and seeing like…nobody….dancing. The disrespect!!!!

• the fact that About Damn Time and 24K Magic were the favorites from Annie Mac’s set that’s RIGHT! YAY AMERICA!!!!!! Idk some other songs played that I guess people liked or whatever but let’s be real

• if you have seen a pic of Harry in his favorite little brown leisurewear up at the castle you can thank…I want to say justharried? Might’ve been the mister who originally spotted him? but it was 1000% justharried who played Paul Revere and soon the entire crowd was staring at him. He moved his arm in a gesture that was NOT a wave but looked at the start like it possibly COULD have been a wave and literally the whole crowd started waving at him…it was so cute but needless to say he retreated soon after before re-emerging for Mitch’s set

• During Fine Line I looked at aggressively friendly and she was crying and then I of course immediately cried as I do and then we swayed and cried and it was just…a moment. Telling myself that things will be alright has become very difficult in my life these past few years and it felt both cathartic and bittersweet and just…all the things ❤️

• My entire posse collaborating to get my feet OUT of my shoes and IN to cantquitu’s extra flip-flops she’d brought along (a size too big for her but two sizes too small for me—before you start picturing me as Sasquatch or something I wear a very normal size US 8!) which genuinely felt SO much better and I don’t think I’d have made it back otherwise, thank you ❤️

And I’ve thought of so many funny things to say but tumblr crashed the first time I wrote this and I had to redo it again and I lost it so just know, it was worth every bit of blood (and yes there was blood), sweat (soooo much sweat) and tears (Tam’s fault!!) and I’d do it all over again no question!!

[sometimesimbored]

Day Six

Happy Sunday! (if you live where I do lol) thanks to all 22 of you are hanging out with me and doing these! they're a lot of fun to think of and I'm glad you're all having a good time answering them!

~soft edition~

whats your go-to comfort movie?

what's your favorite comfort food?

what do you like to do to cheer yourself up?

say three nice things about your appearance

say three nice things about your personality

say three nice things about your intelligence

what brings you peace?

what is a great personal, handmade gift that someone could make you?

what reminds you of home? (it could be your physcial house, but it could also be the feeling of home)

tag someone who makes you smile :)

Wow that’s a lot of questions

My go to comfort movie is definitely spirited away

It’s also my favourite movie

I watch it a lot but mostly if I can’t wear my glasses cuz I’ve got the movie basically memorised so I don’t actually have to see to watch it

My comfort food is probably dumplings in spicy soup or congee

I read in my room with some music or I watch a movie or something to cheer myself up

Three things about my appearance

- I have dark brown hair (so dark like most of my fucking friends thought it was black???)

- Blue glasses

- Two moles near my eye

Ok!! Three things about my personality

- Im chatty. Like don’t stfu chatty especially about things I like

Crap I’m running out of things to say

- No matter how bad a joke is I will laugh so hard I’ll start crying at it

- I’m hilarious

Three things about my intelligence!!

- idk if this counts but I go to an all boys grammar school so ig that says smth about my intelligence

- I’m good at sciences and English

- I’m good at maths too (sometimes)

My cat and my friends bring me peace

Personal handmade gift? Ig those bracelets that you use thread with

They’re hard to make so it would mean a lot

What reminds me of home? This is gonna sound odd but at the edge of the neighbourhood I live in there’s a sign that’s really old so whatever was professional printed on it is long gone and the only thing on it is just big red writing that says ‘Drive Safely’ and that reminds me of home

@burnt-tortellini you’re a little shit most of the time but ig you make me smile

When I laugh at you

[dino-fart]

Hi hi

Can you do a Shuri x reader where they are best friends for a long time but never wanted to ruin the friendship but there has been sexual tension for quite some time now and after having a fun day together they go back to the castle and they finally do something about it?. In Shuri's room the reader is being a tease and then the reader instigates a little "game" and then promt no. 5 "Touch me and you lose." comes in. Then, after some time of the reader taunting Shuri finally gives in and f**ks the reader hard and the dialogues "you can take it", "spread your legs wider" and "keep your eyes on me" come in.

I think I lost some of my dignity typing this BUT ANYWAYS-

If you can't that's ok.

Have a great day/night luv🫂💕.

@evermorewest

I am SO sorry this took so long!!! I love your request!

Pairing: Queen Shuri x Female!Reader

You smirked when the queen of Wakanda pinned you against the wall of the lab. "Griot, lock the doors, blackout the windows and make sure no one interrupts us," Shuri said and the ai did as commanded. You bit your lip when you felt her hands over your thighs. You wore a blue sleeveless dress with a double slit on the skirt to show off your bare legs. "You've been teasing me all day, you've lost our game and now you will pay," Shuri smirked and kissed your neck hard.

You arched your back off of the wall and moaned. You ran your hands over her back and grinded your hips against hers. "You are so hasty. Come, you have to earn this." Shuri purred and took you by the hand and led you to one of the lab tables. You lay down on the table and Shuri pressed a button on the table and a machine rolled up between your legs. "Spread your legs wide." Shuri leaned down to nip your ear.

You did so and looked between your legs to realize what kind of machine it was. It was a sex machine with an 8-inch dildo on it. "Keep your eyes on me, gorgeous, this is your punishment for losing." Shuri brushed your hair back. She gestured for you to sit up and undress. You obeyed and took off your bra and panties.

Before you could lay back down, Shuri cupped your breasts and licked your nipples slowly, and pinched your nipples. You let out a sharp gasp and Shuri quickly pinned you down on the table. She moved off of you and walked over to the machine. She turned it on to a slow speed and grabbed some lube to wet it. The machine rolled up right at the edge of the table and you spread your legs again.

Shuri guided the dildo to your entrance and the machine took care of the rest. You let out a gasp as it entered you and Shuri smirked. She stood back and watched the machine fuck you. "Hmm...I think it needs to be faster." The queen smirked and turned the speed up. You looked at Shuri, pleading and she leaned down to kiss your breasts.

"You can take it, my love." The speed increased and you arched your back off of the table. Shuri gripped your hips tightly so the dildo could go deeper. The speed, Shuri's touch, and the thickness of the dildo were too much. You came hard onto the cock. Shuri smirked seeing this and turned the machine off and it pulled out of you. You collapsed onto the table and panted softly.

Shuri cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, "I always win, my love."

Author's Note: Shuri is aged up a little bit here since I wrote her as being the queen, she is 25, reader is between 21-25.

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[ladylooch]

Has ever happened a situation where Luca went to Kevin for sex/live/hockey/relationship/marriage advice ? And what the situation might have cause the ask ?

- 🇧🇷

Dad Kev? What a gift!!!

Luca Fiala has a decision to make that feels impossible. 

24 hours before this, his college hockey team lost in the National Championship game to Denver. His chest still feels like it’s burning from the acid of that final, OT winner going into the net. He doesn’t think he will forget this pain for the rest of his life. People may say it’s just a game, but this game has been his entire life since he first put skates on at the Xcel Energy Center with his father. It’s cruel punishment that his collegiate career could have ended on that same ice.

If that is what he decides today.

Luca drove across town to his childhood home after the team bus returned to the arena. He didn’t want to stay in the hockey house with all his teammates. Not when he had to decide if he was going to return for his fourth year, or appease the team in the other major city here and sign his first professional contract.

It feels unbearable to choose right now when he is still so damn disappointed.

Luca finds himself thinking of the footsteps of his father that he may be following into the next week.

His dad never went to college. He had a much different path to the National Hockey League compared to him. Luca could have signed right after his freshman year of college as a national champion, but his mom had not liked the idea of that. What was the rush? He was barely 19. So he stayed in school. After his Sophomore year, an early playoff exit made it feel like there was unfinished business still. This year, he teeters on the edge more than ever, ready to make the jump but worried about what opportunities he may be leaving behind. Then there is the risk of a career ending injury before he even had his shot in the show. 

He isn’t sure he could live with that anymore than the disappointment over what happened yesterday evening.

Luca takes off his U of MN hat, tossing it onto the kitchen table. His little sister, Lena, sits across the table, smiling at him with a mouth full of braces. 

“Either way you’ll stay home with us.” Lena points out with a quick shrug. He smiles at her.

“That’s true. I need you for luck, bean.” 

The door to the garage opens and in walks his dad loaded down with groceries.

“You better be staying for dinner.” His dad warns before his mom walks in. “Your mom bought the whole store.”

“She does that if Luca is here or not.” Lena points out. Kevin laughs loudly. 

“Baby, tell her that when she gets in here.”

“No!” Lena giggles. “I bet she got me ice cream!”

Luca stands, helping his parents bring in the rest of the bags which does look like it is equivalent to the entire grocery section of Target.

“Okay! I have food to make whatever you could possible want.” His mom claps her hands excitedly. 

“Um, the tortellini bake? With Texas toast?”

“Perfectly you.” She smiles, then comes around to his chair to hug him across his wide shoulders. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” Luca nods. His eyes raise to where his dad is at the kitchen island, eating an apple. Kevin can see the turmoil all over his only son’s face.

“Let’s take a walk.” Kevin jerks his head towards the door. 

Kevin has mostly stayed out of his son’s decision, but in his trip to Target with his wife, Sam encouraged him to make himself available to Luca. Although their experiences are different, Kevin knows what it feels like to question if he can make it at the next level. Luca will be giving up a lot at the U- another chance at the natty, potentially a Hobey Baker nomination, and for sure the C on his left chest.

After stuffing his feet into his sneakers, Luca follows his dad down the long driveway. 

“Where you at?” Kevin asks once they pass Luca’s Jeep in the driveway.

“Huh?”

“Pick right now, what’s your choice?”

“Wha-“

“Now. Pick.”

“NHL!” Luca sputters. 

“Was that hard?”

“Yes.” Luca snaps. Kevin chuckles, tossing an arm across his son’s shoulders.

“What’s keeping you from taking the next step?”

“What if it’s not the right choice?”

“Is it what you want?” Luca sighs, stopping at the end of the driveway.

“Yes. But mama… She wants me to finish school.”

“I do too.” Kevin clarifies. “But you said you can finish in the summer, no?”

“Yes, but what about my teammates?” Luca continues.

“They will understand. You have been a team player the last three years. It’s okay to make the decision you want for yourself and this next year of your life.” 

“Would you be disappointed in me if I didn’t turn pro?”

“No.” Kevin sighs heavily, then pulls Luca into his chest to hug him. “This also isn’t about me. Or mama. Or your teammates. It’s about what you feel is your next step. No one can decide this but you, bud.”

Luca stares back at his dad. He does the visualization exercise he has been attempting to do all day. He can see himself in a green sweater, warming up on the ice at the Xcel Energy Center. His parents are there and his sisters. The number 22 is on his back and he knows this is where he is supposed to be. He gives his dad a slight smile. 

“You’re gonna go?” Kevin asks. Luca nods.

“Will you tell mama?” Kevin chuckles, rocking back on his heels.

“No. Your first big boy task is breaking the news to your mama.” Kevin squeezes the back of Luca’s neck, then turns with him back towards the house. “I’m really proud of you. I want you to know that today. Not just as a hockey player but as my son and a man. You’re a great person. Thats what makes mama and I the most proud of you every day. Don’t lose that in this next step. There will be trials… questions… about who you are and what you’re about. Stay true to yourself. You’ll be okay.” 

“I don’t think I could go now if it meant leaving you guys.” Luca answers honestly. 

“Staying here isn’t guaranteed. Just be grateful for every day, okay?” 

Luca nods, then walks into the house to tell his mom about his decision. 

[stydiaandthejeep]

The first time Carmy cooks for her, Sydney weeps a bit.

* a The Bear headcanon about showing love through food *

It's three months after the Bear opened, one late night while they were huddled up in Carmy's tiny ass kitchen, tangerines and pomegranate seeds spilled on the counters, a decimated basil plant lying next to three type of summer tortellini. The thought of ricotta, which she normally adores, makes her nauseous now and she thinks she is going mad - the restaurant was good, but she wanted great, she needed to elevate it to tremendous, and all her ideas were falling flat.

The two courses they already had were ones Carmy had come up with, and she felt disappointing, and tired, and her hands were stained purple from beetroot. She was slumped over the couch, head resting in her hands, spiraling from the lack of sleep and the doom thumping in her chest, that anxiety permanently tethering on the edge of her skin. There was a strange, gnawing sensation too, tying knots in her stomach.

She hadn't realised that the background sounds coming from the kitchen had halted, not even when the sound of his steps stopped in front of her. A warm hand touched her shoulder,gently, a spike of adrenaline jolting her back.

' Syd. What's up?'

His tone is not prying, but his blue eyes betray the worry in it. It's sweet, she thinks, that he cares enough to ask. She's still getting used to him caring about her, beyond the interest of the restaurant.

She answers with the first thing that comes to her, the sensation most immediate to her. ' I think I'm- hungry?'

As soon as she reluctantly names it, her stomach lets out a loud grumble, and she grows red with embarrassment. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, nothing but little tastes of whatever they were cooking, had skiped lunch with her dad - had barely drank water. Carmy smiles, soft and tired too, bags heavy under his eyes.

' Ah. I got you, chef.'

Sydney doesn't get the chance to protest before he walks back into the kitchen and starts moving again, relaxed and natural and so fucking domestic. She can't bear to watch it for too long, the thought of him cooking for her, not to test a recipe or simply making family - but just because she was hungry, it feels like a hand reaching into her chest and wringing it dry. It feels too close to what she knew love to be.

Instead she closed her eyes, drifting away with the familiar sounds of him cooking, trying to clear her head of citrus pasta, of failures and what ifs. She was awakened by Carmy softly calling her name, nudging her hand with the end of a fork, the other hand holding a plate for her to take. The smell makes her mouth water, and her face immediately breaks into a wide, sleepy grin when she sees a perfectly cooked omlette, potato chips crumbled over the top of it. Sydney pulled her legs under her to let him sit next to her on the couch, and then immediately dug the fork into it, letting a satisfied sound and closing her eyes at the first taste. Carmy watched her with eager eyes that she avoided.

'Good?'

She nods, keeping her eyes down and fixed on the plate, too afraid that he'd see that tears had pooled into them now. No one had cooked for her before, no one that wasn't her dad or her grandma. Not like this - not when she needed it most, not in such an intimate way, like they had put their whole being into it. She feels ridiculous for crying at an omlette. She wants to ask him what it all means. When she looks up, his eyes shift to worry, a hand coming to rest naturally on hers.

' Hey, hey. What's wrong? Did I mess up or-?'

Sydney shakes her head, digging her fork into the food and then taking another bite, cheeks now wet with spilling tears.

' No, this is fucking fire, I just. No one's ever cooked for me like '

She means to say not like this, not like you, but she swallows that too, holds his gaze while his hand gently squeezes her forearm. He nods, eyes full of affection, always getting her without words being needed, always in sync with her.

'Thanks, Carm.'

He clears his throat, fumbles when he speaks out ' It was the best part of my day. Cooking for you, I mean.'

His shy smile hits her in the middle of her chest, so she focuses on clearing her plate, and tries not to wonder what it all means. The warmth of his hand on hers, the food that tasted like affection. The longing blue eyes. Carmy wordlessly offers to take her plate, goes to get up before stopping himself.

'You need to eat too, Syd. Next time you're hungry, just tell me. I'll take care of you.'

She nods,biting her lip, and he dissapears into the kitchen, before he can see her head spinning, before she can say that she'd do the same for him, always, before she can grab him and make him spell it out. In the quiet of the night, the sound rings around her head over and over. I'll take care of you.

[drpeppertummy]

another one from a prompt yipeeeee

[stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs]

"Val, honey, are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm alright. Why?"

"Well, you look like you're ready to go flying through the roof."

"I am not gonna go flying through the roof."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. You do seem a little stressed out, though." Connie sat on the arm of the couch, watching Val pace around. "Are you that worried about the kids? I mean, they're your kids."

"It's been so long, Connie! Half of them haven't even met each other! And it's probably been about three hundred years since I last saw my oldest."

"Three hundred? How does that happen?"

"I don't know," Val groaned, holding his head in his hands. "I try to keep in touch. You know I try to keep in touch. Him and Elizabeth too, though, they never call, they never want to talk, they're always busy! Sometimes I think I must've done something to drive them away."

"Aw, come on, I doubt that," said Connie. She stood up and pulled Val into a hug.

"I don't know, Connie," he mumbled into her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, loosely gripping the back of her shirt. "I just don't know."

"Granted, I've only known you for a few years, but you seem like such a good father. If they agreed to come, they can't have that much of a grudge against you."

"I guess not," he sighed. "I just can't believe it's been so long since I've seen some of them."

"It'll be fine," Connie assured him, running her fingers through his hair.

"I hope so," said Val. He didn't sound convinced in the slightest.

In addition to his fretting about the family reunion, Val was beginning to face another problem: his stomach. Connie had been watching her fiancé grow increasingly stressed out over the past few days, a state she was not used to seeing him in, and she had made a few observations. The first, and possibly most important, was that he didn't take his nerves out on anybody else. That was a nice change from her last partner. The second was that Val had a way of pacing around almost nonstop like a trapped animal. It would have been comical if he weren't so troubled. The third, which was now beginning to present its own problem, was that Val seemed to be a stress eater. Each time Connie saw him, he was eating something different. Nibbling on something as he cleaned, snacking between chores, spending his breaks worrying with a bowl of leftover pasta. Without realizing it, he'd even finished off a few snack packages that he'd opened himself. Connie found this quirk particularly amusing; as much as Val liked cooking, he wasn't typically a big eater. In fact, apart from the occasional steak indulgence, Connie thought he ate like a bird. As amusing as his nervous appetite was, however, she worried that he was going to be spending this long-awaited reunion with a stomachache.

Connie wasn't the only one to whom this thought was occurring. Val, after a few days of trying to bury his anxieties with junk food, was beginning to feel the effects of failing to give his poor stomach a break. He felt bloated and queasy, and his nerves weren't helping. Still, he found himself unable to stop. When Connie found him again, he was standing against the kitchen counter with a bowl of cold tortellini. Their eyes met, and he looked at her like a deer in the headlights.

"Val?"

"Yeah?" He swallowed his mouthful.

"I think you must've finally given yourself a tapeworm, because that's the third time today I've seen you eating cold pasta out of the fridge." She gently took the bowl from his hands. "Take it easy with the snacking, alright? You're gonna make yourself sick."

"I'm trying," he said, looking ashamed of himself. "I just don't know what to do with myself! I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

"You definitely do seem restless," she agreed with a sympathetic smile. She set the bowl aside and placed her hands on his waist. His loose, layered shirts concealed the shape of his body, but the feeling of his swollen middle under her palms was unmistakable. Connie raised her eyebrows.

"Sheesh, Val," she said, bringing one hand from his side to the middle of his belly. His eyes fell sheepishly away from her. Up until then, even as he realized he was eating too much, he'd still been too distracted and full of nervous energy to really focus on it. Now, the full extent of it was beginning to hit him. The tortellini he'd topped off with sat like a heavy, congealed boulder in his already bloated stomach, and Connie's touch made him suddenly aware of just how much his belly was bulging out.

"Alright," said Connie, taking him by the hands. "I think this place is as clean as it's gonna get. So we're not gonna clean anymore, alright?"

"Okay."

"Now, you and I are going to go lay down, and you, sir, are going to take a nap," she said. "Alright?" Val nodded. The two of them made their way into the bedroom and changed into their pajamas. Connie caught a glimpse of Val's belly poking out absurdly from his slender frame as he changed his shirt. She laid down first, and when Val climbed into bed, she grabbed him and pulled him up beside her.

"Let's try and sleep some of this off," she said, patting his round tummy.

"I'll do my best." He snuggled up against her, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "I love you."

"I love you too," said Connie. She gave him a kiss on the nose and held her hand on his stomach, gently rubbing the taut skin. The comforting motion slowly melted Val's anxiety away, and before long he was fast asleep in her arms. Smiling sleepily, Connie held him close and drifted off with him.

[mh-dreamscape]

Introducing Myself!!

Since my birthday was a few days ago and this account is a little over a year old, I thought I’d do a “get to know me” kind of post. I also thought I’d make a monster high persona for myself to use!

Read below to get to know me and the thoughts behind well, my character design!

I’ll start with character design since that’s what I’m most excited to talk about and what y’all are prolly more interested in 😅 the first couple of pictures are one of the final products and infused with G3 styling while the concept art (last one) is more G1-based since I like both!

Her design is a mix of spectacled parrotfish (my childhood favorite species) and an Atlantic salmon (my current favorite) with the coloring and markings. The scales and moles on her face and shoulder are modeled after my own freckles and moles and I chose the salmon color of them to bring that species out more. The spotted eyebrows also mimic Atlantic salmon spots. Originally, she was supposed to be a light gray but that didn’t really scream “me”, so I made her my favorite color range and gave her some parrotfish characteristics:

The outfit is loosely based on one of my own with a change in color and added minimal patterns. I always have a necklace I wear and glasses, so I gave her one and made the glasses into an almost diving mask/sunglasses instead to also show how dedicated to marine life I am! Her earrings are also supposed to be like tangled fishing bobbers.

By the way, I highly encourage making a persona! She was so fun to design and concept! It’s nice to show who you are/who you want to be without actually showing yourself (I am and I know quite a few people are timid and shy about it)

Now onto the “getting to know me part”!

Usually online, I go by the name/title “Witchyfishy” or “Witchi” for short which is based on another fish I love and a certain OC I have who’s the daughter of the witch flounder.

Some of my hobbies are writing, drawing, playing video games, and learning! I always love to update my knowledge of things or get more certifications and such!

Some of my interests/topics: Monster High, anything aquatic, Stardew Valley, Sun Haven, Little Nightmares (I actually tried to create some of my own boss designs 🤫), World of Warcraft, League of Legends, cats, reptiles, tattoos (I want some someday and I just love seeing what people design or get), cooking/culinary arts, manga and anime (I’ve watched a lot but right now my hyperfixation is Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

My favorite sweet treat is usually a doughnut and my favorite food has to be tortellinis!

To be honest, I’ve never done these before so I don’t know what else would be that interesting but I hope you liked getting to know me and seeing my character!

Please let me know if you want to know anything else, wanna just talk about an interest, or if you have any questions about the design and concept!