#gotta get some chips on the way there and then stop to fill up my tank on the way back

[raksh-writes]

I have a small birthday celebration planned for today, really just a few people, some cake and pizza and then we're going to an escape room in the late evening, but of course Im So Stressed about it, ughhhh. Im excited too, but my anxiety is having one hell of a field trip rn 😩

[lovebugism]

could I request maybe shy!reader trying to play dnd with eddie but she's suuuuuuper nervous and confused and internally panicking about him not liking her anymore if she can't get into it?? Or if you wanna change it up please do!! love you!!

love you! hope you like it! — you get insecure about not liking d&d when a girl joins hellfire (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort ish, established relationship, 1.4k)

The Hellfire room is void of the boyish bodies that usually fill it. The abandoned classroom, turned freak sanctuary, is now littered with pieces the rogues, clerics, and bards left behind — in half-empty soda cans and crumbled-up bags of potato chips.

While Eddie packs up his binder, filled to the brim with miscellaneous papers, you wander around the long table with a trashcan in hand. The wild-haired boy squints when you chuck Dustin’s crushed Pepsi in the bin. “You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie huffs through his nose, feeling too exhausted now to argue. He slides his binder into his bag and watches you rake Gareth’s chip crumbs into the trashcan. The urge to stop you becomes unignorable then. 

“Okay, well, you know what? I mind—” the boy retorts, striding the very short distance to you and snatching the bin from your grip. He smiles a crooked grin and continues in a fantastical accent. “—‘Cause the Dungeon Master’s queen shouldn’t have to clean up after a bunch of lowborns, alright?”

You roll your eyes with a subdued giggle. “Someone’s gotta do it, Eds,” you insist as you reach for the plastic container he took. You exhale sharply when he hides it further behind him, pulling it further out of your way. “I wanna be of some use around here!”

Eddie’s face twists. “Don’t say that.”

You cower beneath his stare. “Well… It’s not like I actually play or anything. I just kinda… sit around… And watch you guys do everything…”

“Well, why would you play?” he laughs. “You don’t even like D&D.”

Something in the way he says it makes you ache. You’ve always felt distantly horrible about it — failing to take interest in something he holds so close to his heart. Hearing him reiterate that fact twists the knife lodged in your chest.

“That doesn’t bother you?” you wonder, impossibly shy. “That I don’t play?”

Eddie shrugs and sits the bin down again. “Why would that bother me?” he scoffs.

“I don’t know… ‘Cause you like it. And it’s your favorite thing to do in the whole world.”

“Well… Maybe not my favorite thing,” he croons with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your nose scrunches in disdain. His laughter fills the empty room as his ringed hands spread warm along your sides. “I just feel bad,” you confess, gaze averted to the scuffed tile beneath your feet. “You know, that I can’t get into or whatever.”

Eddie meets your subtle pout with an unbothered grin. “There’s nothing to feel bad about. People like different things, babe. That’s life,” he assures you, squeezing softly at your sides. “I mean, it’s no different than me hating The Smiths, right? I still let you play their cassettes in the van, and you still sit in on all my campaigns— and that, sweetheart, is the meaning of true love…”

Unswayed, you jerk softly back when he leans down to kiss you. You frown up at him with your arms crossed between your bodies. “But Rory loves D&D. And she’s super pretty…”

Aurora Edwards was the newest edition to the Hellfire gang. She goes by Rory for short, though, ‘cause she’s cool like that and everything. Her dyed blonde hair is as wild as Eddie’s, cut into a makeshift mullet that sits sort of shaggy on her head — intentionally messy in a way only she can pull off. 

She likes cool music and cool clothes and cool hobbies — because everything she does seems to have some sort of subverted flair to it. She’s smart and she’s nerdy and she’s beautiful. None of which seem fair. You’ve been stirring with feelings of inadequacy since you met her. 

And Eddie doesn’t seem to get any of it. His brows furrow at your words, like none of them have any sort of meaning to him.

“She’s way more your type than I am,” you blurt.

A laugh sputters from his plush mouth. “You think my love for you is contingent on some stupid game?” he chuckles.

The way he says it makes you shrink. You feel sort of stupid about it now. “I don’t know…”

“Well, then, I have done a very shit job of being your boyfriend.”

Your chest stings. “No, you haven’t, Eddie—”

“Mm,” he hums, half playful, as he tilts his pretty head to his shoulder. “I have, though. ‘Cause if you think some other girl liking Dungeons and Dragons is gonna make me love you any less, then I have done something horribly, horribly wrong.”

You bite back a smile at his words, pursing your lips to the side of your mouth until the beam becomes impossible to ignore.

“‘Cause you’re kinda stuck with me, turns out,” the boy continues. “Unfortunately for you.”

“Unfortunately?” you echo with a scoff.

“Yeah. ‘Cause if some other schmuck comes around who likes listening to The Smiths and sitting in the sunshine, he’s gonna have to go through me.”

You breathe sharply through your nose in place of a laugh. “I don’t want another guy, Eds…” you confess, going shy all over again.

His nose scrunches as he plays coy. “Even if he doesn’t smoke?” he wonders in a sheepish murmur.

“Even if he doesn’t smoke.”

“Good,” he beams, pulling you into him by your belt loops. His breath fans over your jaw in a minty-nicotine concoction as he ducks his face closer to yours. “‘Cause I don’t want anyone else, either, alright? Even if they are almost as good as me at D&D… Actually, it’s kinda a turn-off, now that I’m thinking about it…”

“Is it?”

“Yeah… ‘Cause, like, I love teaching you about it and everything.”

“Even when I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Especially when you have no idea what I’m talking about,” he laughs, smiling so hard his cheeks speckle pink. “‘Cause you know how much I like it, so… You let me talk all the shit I want.”

“’S just because you’re so pretty when you talk about things you like,” you confess.

His face twists. “Am I?”

“Well, you’re pretty all the time, but…”

“You flatter me,” he huffs and pulls you closer. He smirks and goes quieter when he says, “And flattery goes a long way with me.”

“Does it?” you hum with a sunshine-coated giggle.

Eddie doesn’t answer you with words. He just presses his lips to your mouth and hopes you get the gist. His tongue swipes against yours, soft and sudden, as he guides you towards the table. You run into a rogue chair before he can get you on top of it. It screeches against the linoleum tile. 

With his face in your hands, you giggle against his mouth. His denim-clad knee slips between your thighs.

The door squeaks softly open then. Rory enters, swift and unthinking. You and Eddie pull apart — one looking much more horrified than the other — as the blonde girl stands frozen in the doorway. Drowning in her sweatshirt and baggy jeans, she points a lanky finger towards the table.

“Sorry,” she apologizes, voice gritty and deep. “I just left my girlfriend’s jacket here, and she doesn’t know I stole it, so… She’d definitely kill me if I forgot it.”

“That’s okay. Come in,” Eddie shrugs with a tightlipped smile, nodding his head in a silent invitation. When Rory plucks the coat from the back of her chair, he says, “Tell Jess I said hi, yeah?”

The girl scoffs as she heads back towards the door again, leaving just as quickly as she came. “She still hates you, you know that, right?” she laughs. ‘Cause Jess was a cheerleader — pretty and sometimes kind, but dreadfully conservative. Her uptight nature often clashed with Eddie’s much more chaotic one. 

“Well, tell her to get in line,” Eddie chuckles.

Before Rory leaves the room, she glances at the two of you over her shoulder. She winks with an eye smudged with black liner. “Have fun, you two,” she croons in a pretty voice before shutting the door behind her.

You stand, still and silent in place, wringing your anxious hands into a knot. Feeling like a total idiot, you refuse to meet Eddie’s gaze. You know he’s got a smug look on his face. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, “See? Not my type at all.”

[stuckyslut8]

Gimme a big boy

Pairing : chubby bucky x baker reader

Summary : you love baking, you love bucky, bucky loves you and bucky loves your baking.

Warning :18 + under the cut . fluff, smut, riding while eating (quite dangerous) ,sex isn't cardio...or is it?,creampie,chubby bucky, needy bucky , bucky has a dirty mouth, bucky can't resisit you. Typos.

You loved baking, loved experimenting with all the new recipes you'd come up with and occasionally try some vintage ones too in your own little bakery you owned in brooklyn.

So it was no surprise when james Buchanan barnes was roaminf around brooklyn one day, reminiscing his childhood and looking at how much things had changed around here over the years, he stumbled upon your bakery, the smell of freshly baked croissants could take him anywhere. And one look at you ,he knew he was in trouble.

It took him a little push from Steve to ask you out and you immediately said yes. And the rest is history.

You were currently riding bucky on the couch of your apartment, while he was sampling your newly made batch of creme brulee donuts. You were gripping onto his love handles ,bouncing on his cock in a slow phase allowing him to have the pleasure of your pussy and the taste of the donuts at the same time, "fuck pretty girl , go faster i can take it, i wanna cum in you before i finish the last of this batch,they're so good."

And you did as he said, quickening your phase making, moaning as you did so, "you feel so good bucky, soo big."

"Just like that doll keep going, i want that pretty little pussy - ah fuck I'm gonna come." And he filled you with his hot ropes of cum.

"You're gonna choke when we do this one day." You said out of breath, bucky still in you, not wanting to let go of his warmth.

"and it'll still be worth it pretty girl. " he said giving you his dreamy grin. "I think that's the best way to die , still buried in your pussy."

You hit him playfully on his shoulders at his answer, "shut up, now lemme go check on the cookies." You tried to move and get his cock out of you, but in vain as bucky pulled you towards him, making his cock move deeper in you, bucky was clearly enjoying your whimpers.

"No way, i just ate all of those cream donuts, now i gotta do my cardio." He shifted you on the couch so he was on top of you.

"Buckyy Sex isn't cardio and i need to check on the cooki- ahh " you could barley finish your sentence as he stared pounding into you, making you cry in pleasure.

"You don't get it i need this pretty girl, I've gained so much pounds because of ya it's only fair you help he lose them, isn't it?" He asked with a smirk on his face, as he watched you writhe in pleasure, barely able to nod at his words.

While it was true that bucky had gained some pounds because of your amazing baking skills, but poor bucky could never resist you or the sweet little treats you made especially for him. He had never had someone care for him so much in all these years, so when he'd wake up to the smell of freshly baked muffins that you put in extra chocolate chips in just for him ,he couldn't say no. When you'd bring your delicious brownies to him and the team in the middle of the day, just because you missed him, he couldn't say no. when you'd made him his mom's famous apple pie, he swore he could've married you right then. And of course he couldn't say no to you. And he knew you thoroughly enjoyed feeding your man.

And just as he was done with you , you heard the timer you set for the cookies. So you rushed to look at them. They were a little overcooked but would be perfect for the night out you'd planned with the girls.

"You know sweets i think you need to stop baking all this stuff." Looking at his little pudge annoyingly.

"I'm a baker bucky that's what i do and that's how i made you mine in the first place." You reminded your sweet boyfriend.

"But look at what you're doing to me sweets, " he whined poking at his belly, "I've gained over 14 pounds since i first saw ya"

"And you look fucking sexy ,so stop complaining. " you said working on clearing up the table.

"I'm not complaining." He said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around tour waist." I'm so lucky to have a girl that bakes me the sweetest stuff but i gotta get back in shape ya know." He said playing with your nipples through the thin camisole you were wearing.

"Well why don't you do that next month, cuz you're birthday is coming up and I plan on making you the best cake ever and all your favorite pies."

Bucky pretended to think for a moment, "well if you insist sweets, that's alright with me." Bucky's fingers started moving towards your panties again, you tried to swat it away. "You know i need to taste my sweet pussy now, don't deny me."

"No way barnes, my day is so full today, i don't have time for this, i gotta go."

"You're gonna regret denying me doll. " bucky said as you left the room with a smirk on your face, you obviously know that you're gonna regret it but in the best way possible.

You thought about the last time you left bucky hanging, he tied you up and ate you out until you'd passed out as punishment. You wondered what he was gonna do this time.

A/N : i know this is a bit all over the place i almost choked cuz i was drinking something while writing this. Couldn't bother with correcting it.

[sideeve]

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

[ffastoriesforfatties]

The chair

“Surprise baby!” Aimee happily revealed the clumsily wrapped box with a taped on bow from the store

“Hey now what’s all this..” Evan looked at the box with apprehension, he didn’t much care for being the center of attention- birthdays and celebrations where he was the focus honestly made him uncomfortable.

“It’s for you! For your big promotion! I know you’re going to be working from home more so I wanted to get you something you could use everyday! Well for work and fun” Aimee’s excitement was infectious.

Evan’s smile warmed seeing her evident satisfaction with both the idea and her wrapping job. He tore the paper off the top, and pulled the chair out of the box. It was a high-tech looking black office chair- but very roomy- it actually looked very comfortable.

“Thanks Aimee, that was very thoughtful of you.” Evan put aside his discomfort and gratefully gave Aimee a hug.

“Of course baby!! I got it online, it’s supposed to be the “chair of your dreams” haha, everyone says it changed their lives! I didn’t know chairs could do that, but I thought of course I want the best for my man!” Aimee grinned cheerfully

“Well I’ll set this up, and then I gotta actually *do* my new job, okay? How about getting us some dinner?” Evan turned his attention to the chair and Aimee left to order food

The chair came together in a matter of minutes, it was most of the way assembled, but Evan was shocked by the quality- it was an exceptionally well made chair for some online retailer. He took his first seat in the chair and felt unbelievably comfortable- he almost didn’t want to get up to roll it in front of the desk- so he didn’t! He scooted himself in the chair to the desk and powered on the computer. He poked around his work email and filled out some paperwork, but somehow an hour slipped by without noticing.

Aimee broke his focus by bring in the freshly arrived Chinese food to his desk

“Hey heyy, how do you like the chair?”

“it’s great ames! It’s really so comfortable!”

“Awww I’m so glad!!” Aimee noticed something under Evan’s button up.. some bloating? Or maybe just a trick of the light?

“Anyways babe, I gotta get some work done but thanks for getting the food” Evan’s gaze refixed itself on his monitor, and Aimee went to go eat in the kitchen.

after an hour or two had passed Evan had eaten all his Chinese takeout, which was fairly unusual for him- he ate at his desk often, but usually had leftovers to leave in his mini fridge adjacent to the desk.

Bored of work and needing a distraction he closed his work software, and opened his favorite game; deciding he’d just play for a bit before bed.

Evan slid on his headphones and directed all his attention to the game- until he felt a strange sensation from his abdomen, hunger? Evan frowned confused, but intent on finishing his game he reached for the fridge door while not even removing his eyes from the screen, and grabbed yesterday’s takeout. Playing with one hand, and stopping to eat with the other his performance suffered, but as time went on he felt more and more ravenous. Slowly his attention on the game came to a halt and he moved his chair to be in front of his fridge, digging through the contents looking for anything un-scavenged. Luckily prior evan had forgotten about a couple days worth of lightly picked over takeout- anxiety about his promotion had soured his appetite- but current Evan seemed utterly insatiable. His clothes had begun restricting his movement but the thought of that wasn’t even registering in his brain- he was utterly transfixed by his hunger.

“Aimee?? AIMEE!!! Are you out there? Can you bring me some food I’m starving!!” Evan shouted out to the house and received a hesitant “yeah?”

moments later Aimee popped her head into the room, holding a bag of chips

“Evan! what…happened?” She hurried over to his desk, and saw the face of her beloved boyfriend, budding with fat. Evan looked as though he had gained 40 pounds overnight, his shirt was straining to contain his new inches of fat, and doughy hips giving him plump lovehandles.

Aimee wasn’t sure what came over her but she felt completely weak as she gazed upon her boyfriend. “What are you hungry for? What can I get you?” She came up behind him and placed her hands delicately on his softened shoulders after handing him the chips.

Evan tore open the bag and began putting fistfuls in his mouth “Mexican” *mmph mph* “Lots of it” *mmph* “asap”

Aimee ran out of the room and down the street to the late-open Mexican restaurant and placed an order for catering. Impatiently she waited, her mind focused solely on Evan. Finally the food came and she ran back to the apartment, box stuffed to the brim with food.

When she swung open the apartment door she found Evan, in his chair, in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. “Oh my god Evan.” Her eyes fell on his body. His stomach had ripped open his shirt revealing his potbelly and thickening tits. His pants had miraculously stayed buttoned, but his ballooning thighs and inflating hips had to be burning in those confines. Aimee couldn’t help herself and rushed over with the food, unwrapping burritos and tacos, holding them up to his lips as he devoured one after the other.

Evan couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy at each bite, heavily panting for the half seconds he wasn’t eating. Until the pressure in his pants became uncontainable- and a deafening rip was heard by both of them- his ass and waist tore through the seams, immediately reliving the tension. He moaned again…

“Evan… I had no idea you were such a pig..” Aimee towered over him in the chair, putting his constant stream of food down for a moment. “The chair was just supposed to like, give you better hair or like whatever it is guys want!” She placed her hands on his pudge filled waist and pulled down the tattered remains of his pants. “But look at you. Look at how fucking fat you are… You like this don’t you?” She picked up his belly to reveal his throbbing member desperately seeking attention.

Evan’s eyes met Aimee’s, with a desperate, almost pathetic cry for attention.

“Oh don’t worry fat boy I’m gonna feed you” she caressed his engorged belly “but not without humiliating you bit”

She picked the burritos and Evan opened his mouth readily, this time with the beginnings of a double chin slowly becoming more prominent. Aimee fed him everything in the takeaway box, watching as his form steadily expanded. “You like it when I call you a fat boy huh”

Evan’s now buried member was leaking pre all over his belly and thighs. His face was rounded and begged for more

“You just want to give in to all your greedy fantasy huh… being a big gluttous pig with a fat heavy belly… no job but to eat and get bigger for me, isn’t that right?” Aimee traced her fingers over his body, looming over him, her tight athletes body intimidating him. Evan quivered. “Honey I think your breast are bigger than mine at this point.. let’s see if we can make them bigger…”

Aimee opened the freezer and pulled out the cake she’d bought him that was meant for the next days party. “This was for your big promotion party… but I’m guessing a big fatty like you is too hungry to resist?”

Evan’s drooling betrayed him.. his stomach loudly rumbled and he leaned forward desperately grabbing at it “P-Please Aimée I’ll do anything”

Aimee grabbed the chair, and wheeled him in front of the island, placing the cake in front of him, and supplying no utensils.

Evan couldn’t help himself but to dig in with his hands, putting fistful after fistful of cake inside him. Aimee rounded up the rest of the food in the kitchen and brought it before him, watching his weight unfold.

His belly expanded further, pushing his plush thighs as far apart as he could. His tightywhities began to groan and snap and his ass lifted him further out of the chair, and his hips grew more and more full. His sides developed into soft and thick rolls- forming creases and indenting where his breasts were. His bicep muscles transformed his arms into a fat boys- losing his muscularity in favor of fattening. His fingers and wrists got chubbier and chubbier with each fistful moved into his fattening lips. Panting and moaning making himself bigger and bigger and bigger..

Aimee watched with delight until he had cleared their entire home of sustenance. When he was done, he had gained so much width he had wedged himself into the arm rests.

“Look. At. You.” Aimee’s eyes full of amazement. “I mean look at you fatty… can you even stand up?”

Evan planted his pathetic chubby wrists on the arm rests and pushed up with all his might, only to relax back into the embrace of the chair panting like a dog.

Aimee gestured for his hands to attempt to help him out of the chair, grasping his new softness and yanking on her gargantuan boyfriend. “You gotta try too fat ass!!!!”

With a giant heave his massive ass uncoupled with the chair, leaving him heaving, holding onto the island for support.

“Fucking wow.” Aimee’s cruel tone only stiffened the erection Evan was hiding

“Aimee-“

“No no no Evan I’m running the show. We’re going to the bathroom”

Aimee grabbed Evan and he lumbered as she led him to the mirror.

Evan turned beet red. “I-I-I”

Aimee came up behind him “See how you can’t even see me standing behind you anymore?” She prodded his back rolls. Aimee snaked a hand around to his chest and cupped a tit. “Look at those tits baby.. you’re gigantic.. boys aren’t supposed to have tits you know.. or how about that belly? You’d look pregnant if you didn’t look so fat”

Evan reddened.

“Nothing to say for yourself? Have you gotten too fat to think about anything other than food?” She pinched his waist “You love it don’t you. You want to get bigger”

“I-I-I do..” Evan swallowed hard. He stared at his bloated reflection meekly.

“get on the bed fatty” she commanded

He shuffled to the bed frame, not used to his colossal weight. Sitting down the bed made awful creaking sounds. “There he is… my big pretty fat boy, all mine…”

fyi comments fuel me- if u liked pls lmk! Or lmk what else to write

[archangeldyke-all]

Butch trucker Sevika? 👁️👁️

sugar......... your mind.....

men and minors dni

she drives an 18 wheeler across the country. she loves the job. it's just her (with little slayer by her side) ((yes i'm bringing slayer into this i love that little imaginary dog)), and it's always quiet, just an audiobook playing in the background, and she gets to travel and see places she never would have before. she loves it.

you work at one of those mega gas station/ rest stops in the middle of nowhere. your job mainly consists of selling people various snacks from the convenience store or checking out shower stalls for various truckers that come through or re-stocking the spinning hotdog rollers.

sevika stops at your gas station one day to fill up and grab some chips for the long trip ahead of her.

when she sees you, she's starstruck.

she's absolutely silent at the register as you ring her up, just flabbergasted by you and your beauty.

you seem to barely notice her, exhausted at the end of your shift. sevika's grateful for this-- because she's absolutely mortified by her behavior. she's never been this flustered by a girl before.

but she makes it her life mission to get you to notice her.

any time she's even in your state, she makes a long detour to go see you at the gas station.

half the time she goes you aren't even there. she ends these trips cursing herself for being so stupid. but when you are there, she promises herself she won't stop visiting you at the gas station until you tell her to fuck off or she makes you hers.

she quickly becomes a familiar face for you.

you always smile when you see her, asking her how her route's going. she answers honestly, getting tiny giggles out of you when she starts cursing out stupid drivers and the rain.

you think she's fucking adorable. she'd hate it if she knew that's the first word that comes to mind when you think about her.

sure she's ripped and handsome and looks like she could fuck you for days at a time, but she's always stuttering and cursing and stealing glances at you from the aisles of the gas station.

sometimes, late at night she'll come in and stay for a bit, just watching you work, making sure nobody gives you trouble. you always notice. you think she's the sweetest woman you've ever met. (even though you haven't really met her)

one night she catches you after your shift, sitting on a bench outside of the gas station and having a smoke. she pauses on her way in-- not sure if she should act like she really comes here for snacks or just give up her act and talk to you.

she doesn't have to make a decision though, because you decide for her.

"hey." you say, giving her a friendly smile and a wave. she gulps.

"hi."

"long night?" you ask her. she clears her throat and nods.

"yeah. how about you?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"the snow's got everyone staying inside so it was pretty slow. good to see you though, i was wondering when you'd come around again." you say, giving her a sweet smile and fluttering your eyelashes at her.

sevika melts.

you offer to share your smoke with her and she takes you up on it. you guys sit on the bench for hours, chatting and giggling and getting to know one another.

at one point, sevika walks you to her rig to introduce you to little slayer. the dog absolutely loves you (she can tell her mama likes you so she's on her best behavior,) and you think little slayer curling up in sevika's big burly arms is about the cutest thing you've ever seen.

at some point, sevika's phone starts ringing-- she's running behind schedule for her shipment. she apologizes and waves goodbye to you, and as she goes, you call after her.

"come back soon!"

she grins the rest of her ride.

sevika finally works up the nerve to ask you out a few months later. you giggle when she does.

"don't you live like, ten hours away?" you ask. she shrugs.

"i could drive here, like in my car. or i could get a delivery here, spend a few days here before i gotta make another. up to you." she says. you giggle and agree.

but when the big day comes, a blizzard rolls through town. you text sevika asking if she'll be able to make it, but don't hear back. you spend your shift depressed and a little heartbroken, missing sevika and knowing you likely wont see her for another week or two.

but as you're wrapping yourself up in your layers getting ready to go home, sevika's rig comes pulling into the empty parking lot. you gasp.

sevika comes tumbling out of her truck, sprinting up to you with a wild look in her eye.

"you're still here!" she exclaims. you let out a disbelieving laugh.

"what are you doing here?!" you ask, wrapping sevika up in a hug. she's just in a wifepleaser and sweats-- she hadn't grabbed her coat before running out in the snow to greet you. she sighs against you.

"i'm sorry i missed your text. i had no signal with all the snow." she says, bashfully rubbing the back of her neck. you giggle.

"you're adorable." you say, shooting up to kiss her. sevika's shocked against you, sighing against your mouth and wrapping her arms around you.

you guys end up spending the night in her truck, talking over chips and sodas, watching the snow fall and cuddling together on the little twin bed in the back, slayer sleeping on top of you.

it becomes a pretty frequent occurrence, even without the snow.

sevika will come by to visit you while you're finishing up work, perfectly timing her mandatory 8 hour break so she can spend time with you.

sometimes you'll take her into town and show her around.

sometimes you guys just chat in her truck.

(sometimes you take her back to your place so you guys can fuck in a bigger bed.)

but eventually, you and sevika are going steady.

it's pretty hard, with only being able to see her once a week and the two of you living across the country from one another. but on your one year anniversary, sevika comes to visit you at work when you aren't expecting her.

she grins at the sight of you lighting up behind the counter, barely able to contain your excitement as you check out the guy in front of her. when it's her turn, you jump over the counter and into her arms.

"what're you doing here?!" you ask as you pepper her face with kisses. sevika giggles.

"i got a surprise for you." she says, shrugging. you pull away from her with a grin.

"well, show me!" you exclaim. sevika giggles as she presses a letter into your hands. the letterhead is from her company, and you furrow your brow as your eyes scan the text, then suddenly, you burst into tears.

sevika takes it the wrong way.

"i can reject it, you know." she says uncertainly. "i don't have to..."

it's a permission slip, allowing sevika to relocate her primary location to your town. you giggle at her words and wrap her up in a hug.

"don't you dare." you whimper against her. she melts in your arms, pressing kisses to your head. "will you move in with me?" you ask as you pull away. sevika grins.

"i was hoping you'd ask that. nobody's renting around here." she admits. you smile.

"my landlord doesn't like dogs, but slayer's not really a dog. she's like a fiesty gerbil." you say. sevika laughs.

"i'll just fight 'im if he gives us shit." she says. you grin.

there's a line forming behind sevika, and her truck is burning gas as it idles in the parking lot, but you don't care about either as you lean in to capture her lips in a kiss.

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[pluto-00]

Miles!42 hc’s

w/black!fem!reader

a/n: they way I see ppl write him is so stereotypical..this is still miles we’re talking about! Js bc he got braids n a cooler atmosphere, bro is NOT running w a gang. Plus if my spanish is used wrong, pls tell me!! I wanna make sure this is perfect.

also…these hcs are so silly and cute <33 had alot of fun writing this tbh.

Miles!42 who acts so hard in-front of others and his friends but really he’s just as dorky and awkward. (Likes playing minecraft but keeps it on the down-low, cuz he gets embarrassed.)

Huge video game enthusiast, from mortal kombat to terraria you already know he’s on that. Ganke and him play terraria all the time.

Miles!42 who mentions you all the time which kinda pisses Ganke off.

Does certain things to impress his uncle, trying to seem cool and more like a man. But you of all people, know he’s just fronting.

Miles!42 who thinks he seems sooo nonchalant, but really he cares about you so much.

Gotta huge soft spot for you and his mama.

When he comes over to your place to hang out, he always has some type of tubbaware filled with Rio’s cooking. She refuses to send that boy over without some sort of pleasantries. Which causes your mom to ask when is miles coming over, just to have some of ríos cooking.

“When’s that lil boyfriend of yours coming over? His momma cook food real good.”

“First of all, it’s for me. Ms.Morales loves me.”

Miles!42 who is a huge sneakerhead and will talk shit if he sees you with dirty air forces.

“Yo, you kinda nasty for that.”

“Whatchu talking about?”

“Why are your forces so dirty? Didn’t I tell you I got some sneaker cleaner at my place.”

“Mmcht, man get out my face, these are old ass hell.”

Gets a side job just to buy some sneakers or those over-priced spray ground book-bags.

Always leaving his friends to hang with you.

“I’m taking my girl out today, so I can’t.”

“I cant hang, me and my girl chilling tommorrow.”

Miles!42 who runs over to your place when yall had an argument, with your favorite soda and bag of chips he got from the corner store. Apologizes a-lot, especially if he knew was in the wrong.

“M’sorry, alright? I was doing too much.”

“No shit..” You’d say before pulling him into a hug.

Acts out for his little friends, calling you “ma” in-front of them, knowing damn well his real mama at home don’t play like that.

This boy will turn into somebody’s mother in public!! Talking shi under his breath in spanish, especially when he see’s ppl acting a fool in public.

“¿Estas personas no tienen entrenamiento en el hogar?”

Very assuring when it comes to you, especially when you over think something.

“You’re doing fine, mi querída. Don’t let those bad thoughts get to you..”

Anytime he see’s you in a cute outfit, hes so quick to say

“You look beautiful, te adoro.”

When Miles had you over at his place for the first time, he introduced you to his mother right away. And then later to Uncle Aaron.

You were nervous of making a bad first impression, but she found you very respectful and a good fit for Miles. Which led to her and you becoming really close, every-time you go over to Miles place you always ask where Rio is.

“Ms. Morales! You’re future daughter-in-law is here!” Which causes miles to get embrassed and for Rio to laugh.

“Ms. Morales, miles is being mean to me,” She goes along with it, jokingly telling miles to stop bothering you.

“Ms. Morales, you gotta teach me how to make this..” Who excitedly writes down the recipe and shows you step by step on how to make it.

Uncle Aaron likes you being with miles because you bring him out of his shell. He believes Jeff wouldve enjoyed your company too.

Miles!42 who’s tender-headed. Thats it.

Don’t let nobody but himself braid his hair. Which was a shock to Uncle Aaron, when he found out Miles let you wash and braid his hair.

But you swear up and down he act’s like a baby when you braid his hair, you literally have to resort to your black momma instincts when his head moves the slightest or his hand reaches up to the area you were braiding.

“Move ya hand!”

“You tugging on my scalp, fym?”

“Not my fault you tender-headed.”

“Mmcht-“

“Don’t suck ya teeth at me-“

Misses his dad dearly, calls you up to talk to you, anything to keep his mind off of it for a while. Only to eventually open up further, while you comfort him.

Miles is a big momma’s boy. Considering Rio is the only parent he has left, he would do anything for her. She’s stressed? He’s telling her to relax for the day. It’s mothers day? He’s going all out, with a boquete of her favorite flowers and a gift that she’s been talking about for the longest but never has had the time or money to buy.

Watches anime religiously, gets into those heated anime debates like who would win Goku or One punch man? Which is one is mopping the floor Sukuna or Gojo?

[dira333]

Chocolate Orange(s)

For @alienaiver

A/N: Honestly, I am very proud of this work and I realized I write best if I know my character/my Y/N. Not sure how that will translate into future requests but have fun with this one. Inspired by only having apple and orange juice at a party (and I hate both of those)

Loosely connected to this amazing fic

4.

“Apple and orange juice are the vanilla and chocolate of ice cream flavors.” You argue and watch with satisfaction as Denki’s jaw drops.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Hanta starts to argue but Denki doesn’t let him finish.

“You are so right! But what’s strawberry? I mean, what’s strawberry ice cream as juice? Is it grape juice?”

“Could be. But I think that’s more based on where you live, right?”

“Isn’t the most important question which is apple and which is orange?” Hitoshi asks, coming back from the counter with your drinks. He presses a kiss to your temple and Hanta groans across the table.

“Have some mercy. Some people are single!”

“Not our fault you’re too chicken to ask out the cute girl at the bar.” Denki chirps and turns back to you. “Apple is chocolate, right?”

“No way. Apple is vanilla. Orange is chocolate. You can tell by the fact that there is literally orange-flavored chocolate but have you ever seen apple-flavored chocolate?”

“Yeah, but there’s no apple-flavored vanilla either and I love everything that tastes like apple so apple’s gotta be chocolate.”

You’re still thinking about a counterargument, enraged by the smug smirk Denki’s now showcasing when he realizes you have nothing against him but your own taste, when Hitoshi chips in again.

“Orange is chocolate. You know why? Chocolate helps with iron deficiency because it contains iron, even more than spinach if you eat the dark variety. And to properly absorb iron you need Vitamin C, which an orange contains way more than apples do. Your taste has nothing to do with the fact that oranges and chocolate go together.”

Denki’s jaw goes slack once again. “How do you know that shit?” He asks in disbelief while you press your face against your boyfriend's shoulder, flustered by the meaning behind his words.

“Drink your orange juice, baby.” He tells you softly and you nod into his jacket, still too overwhelmed to talk.

On the other side of the table, Kyoka takes her seat next to Denki and gets filled into the argument immediately, snorting when Denki questions yet again how Hitoshi is so knowledgeable.

“Did you forget about the iron deficiency already, dumbass?” Kyoka asks, managing to make the insult sound like a pet name. 

“Oh right!” Denki sounds so proud you can’t help but giggle, finally able to show your face again, though your hand is now curled around Hitoshi’s which in turn is a comforting weight on your thigh. 

“That’s why you’re eating chocolate ice cream with orange juice. I just thought you got awful taste.” 

Kyoka sighs, Hitoshi snorts and Hanta gets up, a look of determination on his face that tells you he stopped listening ages ago.

“Where’s he going?” Kyoka asks, watching Hanta go.

“Probably asking out the girl at the ice cream bar?” And just like that, the conversation has switched again, Denki already trying to get all of you to bet on Hanta’s success rate.

-

3.

“Babe, I’m home.” 

There’s no response to his call and Hitoshi struggles for a moment, two full grocery bags in one hand, his utility bag in the other, and that fiddly door lock that seems to have it out for him.

Instead of you greeting him, the sassier one of your cats decides to run between his legs, trying to trip him with his hands full. He can only thank his agility training back at school that he doesn’t drop anything but he still curses a little.

“Babe?” He calls out again when he makes it to the kitchen counter, dropping the bags and bending over to scratch the little pest behind the ear, earning himself a purr.

“Living room.” He hears then, “Sorry, I fell asleep. Sushi is on my lap.”

“Do you want ice cream? They got the dark chocolate variety.”

“Oh, gimme!” There’s a short break. “But we should have dinner first.”

“You can have a lil snack while I start on dinner. Just leave some room, I got this new recipe I wanna try.”

He pulls out a bowl and spoons ice into it before dropping the box in the freezer. There’s still some sprinkles left over from your last attempt at cake decorating and he tries sprinkling the ice decoratively for a second before he realizes that that’s not going to work like he wants it to.

When he presents his creation to you, you laugh out in surprise, his favorite sound in the world, only topped by the snort you make when he says something sarcasting under his breath.

“What’s that?” You ask, eyeing the explosion of sprinkles and the birthday candle he put in the middle to save it.

“Chef’s desert. Specialty of the house.”

“Oh, what a treat.” You grin up at him and blow out the candle with your eyes closed.

“Did you make a wish?” He asks, knowing full well you did.

“Can’t tell you. Else it won’t come true.”

He hums as if deep in thought before bringing out a glass of orange juice from behind his back. “Don’t forget to drink enough.”

“And my wish came true.” You pucker your lips to ask for a kiss and he leans down, reveling in the taste of chocolate, stealing a lone sprinkle that had stuck to your lip.

-

2.

“This sucks.” You say when you walk out of the building, holding onto Hitoshi for support.

“Sorry that you had to come with today. I didn’t know it would take so long.”

“Don’t apologize. And I know it’s not fun to get yet another diagnose but at least now we know what’s wrong, right?”

“Yeah, but iron deficiency? That’s so lame.”

“Doesn’t feel lame to me. Now, what treat do you want?”

You huff. “Seriously? All these tests took so long, I just wanna get home.”

“Oh.” He nods slowly and you can’t tell if he’s disappointed or just thinking about something.

“Are you up for Karaoke tonight? I mean after you got some rest? Tsuyu bothered Izuku into taking a break again and wants to celebrate that with a little get together.”

“When did that come up?”

“It’s been going through the group chat. You just didn’t look on your phone today. It’s at that one spot that has the comfortable chairs, I made sure of that.”

A surge of warmth goes through you at his comment, made in passing like so many before that. Hitoshi has always been attentive, way before you started dating or even flirting, but every tidbit he learns about your chronic pain he has memorized, looking out for you in ways you still can’t fully grasp.

“I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to sing but I will try to come.”

“Only if you feel up to it.” He ensures, moving to open the car door for you. “But it wouldn’t be fun without you.”

You’re still flustered when he gets into the driver's seat, phone in hand.

“We drive by that ice cream shop you like. Sure we can’t pick up a treat? I’m kinda craving ice cream right now.”

“You’re never craving ice cream.” You tell him, pushing his shoulder a little. “You always let me finish yours.”

“So two cups of chocolate ice cream?” He asks, finger moving already over website, picking out the treats.

“Can we get sprinkles?” You ask and he smiles.

“Two cups of chocolate ice cream with orange sprinkles, coming right up.”

-

1.

“Don’t be too obvious, but that guy two tables over is totally a villain mastermind and plotting to take over the world.” Hitoshi whispers and you flinch in surprise, almost flinging your glass of orange juice off the table.

He snorts, catching the glass before it topples over. “That’s your not too obvious? Impressive.”

You turn slowly to look but the guy seems normal enough.

“Are you sure? Should we alert the heroes?”

When you turn, Hitoshi’s shoulders are shaking with laughter.

“What?”

“Sorry. You looked so tense there, fiddling with your napkin, I wanted to lighten the mood and you took it literally.”

“I’m sorry I’m nervous on my first date.” You snap back playfully and he flushes, revealing his own nerves.

“I wanted to say we can just pretend that’s not a date if you’re not comfortable.” He coughs out and you fling yourself forward immediately, juice glass wobbling dangerously again as you take hold of his hand.

“No.” You say, determined, “I really want this to be a date.”

He flushes an even deeper red and swallows thickly.

“Okay, well, I…” He takes a breath before turning back to his playful self, pulling you along with thim.

“Look again. No normal person would order something like that.” 

You turn again, snorting when you spot it.

“Let people enjoy their food unjudged, will you?”

“Oh, I am judging. That’s a perfect chocolate cake he’s ruining by putting ketchup on it!”

-

Hours later when the bus spits you out in front of your apartment building your both tired and giggly, high on adrenaline and feelings, arms linked and fingers crossed.

It could feel like a normal hangout, like a normal friday night spent with your best friend. But this isn’t a normal hangout and even though he can’t say who confessed first, through a touch, a deed, a smile, a look, he’s glad you’re finally at this point.

If only he could enjoy this without nervousness bubbling in his stomach like he drank a gallon of coke on a bag of mentos. 

“Hitoshi.” You stop walking, pulling him back effectively, “You’re walking past my place.”

“Oh.” He stops, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

He could have walked five more blocks if it meant to hold your hand longer but he’s glad he got the time he got.

But what now? Does he kiss you? Is he allowed to? His eyes flick to your lips and you notice, blood rushing to his face immediately. 

“Fuck.” He curses. “Sorry, I forgot… I forgot I got you something. Wait a second.” 

He pulls back his hand, hating the feeling of not touching you anymore, and swings his backpack to the front to pull a little box out of it.

He wrapped it in kitten paper because that’s the only thing Aizawa had at home - go figure - and he snorts when you carefully lift the edges of his messy work, as if there’s any hope of saving that paper.

He can see your confusion when you reveal the box of chocolate oranges and he licks his lips, his mentos-coke-mix-feelings bubbling ferociously in his stomach.

He’s gotta come clear now. There’s no way back.

“I… I know they’re cheap but there’s some story behind it, trust me… Like, ever since I’ve known you, you’re addicted to chocolate and you drink loads of orange juice, to the point we joked you’re blood must taste like chocolate or orange or both now, right?”

You nod and he knows he’s rambling but it feels like some latch inside him slipped and he can’t stop talking now that he’s started, the words spilling out of him.

“And some time ago I realized that you have really nice lips. Like,” He makes a noise that sounded less weird in his head and you giggle, the sound fueling his rambling, “But that’s not something you tell your best friend. But at the corner store, they had these Chocolate Oranges and I walked past them after patrol and I saw them and thought, this is what kissing you must taste like. I’ve bought them before I could stop myself, ate one on the way home, and freaked out about it only to eat one the next day and the next day and… I guess the store has figured out there’s a new need for those oranges and they’ve got a whole display of them now. I’m probably going to get diabetes or something and I just… if this is weird, you can tell me-”

Your lips cut him off, softer than he had imagined, warmer than he had dreamed.

His eyes flicker shut on their own and he realizes, like one does with a truth they had known all along, that Chocolate Oranges could never compare to you.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[alevicke]

NOT-SO-AMAZING HEADCANONS

Life is made out of good and bad things. I love reading amazing positive stuff but, I always wonder about the bad part of them? So I'll write some headcanons I have that might add a bit of realism if you like it! But are not the best part in life

No order in particular for the characters btw and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I have no one to proof read this!

Characters: Ashe, Dva, Junker Queen, Junkrat, Cassidy

Also I never did it but I think I can accept requests 💖

ASHE

Despite being so beautiful she does have some skin problems.

She is pretty pale but tries to take care as best as possible of her skin

Your shared bathroom is filled of creams, all kinds, really. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Make Up? Oh hell, yeap, too.

Please, never say anything if she has a pimple, it happens often and she hides them as best as possible with make up

Deep down she's really insecure about her acne problems so please, PLEASE, love her 💖

I hope you don't use black clothes

You have more white hair in your clothes than Brigitte has cat's hair

Her hair is pretty healthy despite being bleached but it's thick af and gets always in your clothes.

DVA

Living with her is... Kinda frustrating sometimes

She is a mess

There are dirty clothes everywhere not to mention she just dislikes vacuuming the place

You love her but sometimes you'd choke her with the chips' bag she just ate messing the JUST CLEANED CARPET

She has 0 idea about cooking. Please don't trust her

Due to her awful eating habits you start to notice some issues on her

She has hiperthyroidism which explains why she stays so slim despite eating so much unhealthy stuff

But she is about to have diabetes

Sorry, you have to properly feed the Gremlin

No food after midnight!!!!

JUNKER QUEEN

Remember when I said Ashe has acne?

Odessa has a HUGE problem of acne

Although she actually doesn't give af

Look, she doesn't give a shit about skin routines, is always dirty and lives in a place full of radiation. What did you expect?

Speaking of being dirty. She doesn't know what taking a bath is

Grab her by the neck and take her to the bath while she screams and complains like an angry dog with rabies

No, she won't shave. Don't try it

Maybe in special occasions she will do all these things for you, of course! She loves you with her whole heart

But in general she is a mess

Hey, at least she brushes her teeth always! There is nothing she dislikes more than meat or mantis' legs between her molars

JUNKRAT

While he is the one with the mantis' legs between his molars, he won't make a fuss if you remind him to brush his teeth and will do it

He even has a golden tooth so he likes it shiny. But he is always distracted and forgets about... Basic needs in general yeah

Sometimes, he is like a puppy. Both in good and bad ways

Yeap, he's super adorable, a dork, always smiling for you and is the happiest person in the world when he's by your side

But he also has a huge lack of education, is distracted by a single fly and is not careful enough

You know how a puppy needs to be trained to pee in the appropriate place? Oops, yeah, you gotta teach that to Jamison

If he is in a hurry he won't even get into home to go to the bathroom, he'll pee in the garden

(He actually peed once on top of your flowers and that was an insta kill. RIP your beautiful flowers)

At least after that he stopped doing it! (Or does it when you aren't looking)

Sometimes he gets distracted and won't listen when you're speaking to him, sorry

Please, put some hydrating cream in his back. That poor back suffers so much from the sun

Take care of your puppy please

CASSIDY

Overall, things with Cassidy are pretty ok??

He's well behaved and while he isn't the cleanest person in the world he listens to you and will do his chores

(sometimes better than others)

But he struggles a lot with pain

Earlier in his years ridding motorcycles he suffered a huge accident that broke a lot of his bones

They healed and while he does have some scars from it, is pretty okaish

But his leg will hurt like thousands of knives into his skin every now and then when the old healed wound decides to get annoying and destroy his day

You know when old people say their bones hurt so it's going to rain?

You know weather more than anyone just seeing if McCree is walking leaning to the side with every step

"Ooh man, looks like it will rain, I won't be able to hang the clothes to dry today" you say

First few times Cassidy didn't understand your joke

But once he does he does chuckle a bit

He loves when you massage his hurting leg a bit, it helps him to calm and sooth the pain ✨

[caffieneaddictt18]

Mate

werewolf x reader who works at Walmart - just meeting. Kind of random but i get bored at work sooo....

"Yo, yo, yo, what's poppin?" I ask as I approach a couple with a baby, probably in their late 20s. My hand is already blindly grabbing for my name badge.

"Hi!" The woman says smiling, "The machine just stopped and said something about a scale. I'm just trying to weigh my zucchini."

The man next to her nods as he plays with the baby, as to back her up. I don't necessarily care.

My shins are starting to hurt... I thought the new ortho shoes would help...

My hands go through the practiced motion of taking whatever was on the scale off, pressing the button for zucchini, and then weighing it. Aka, the only way to weigh your produce that doesn't throw the machine into a hissy-fit.

"Easy-peasy," I slap on my customer service voice like the passed on Queen of England decided to step into Wal-Mart, "Just make sure to press the button beforehand, and then weigh the produce. And it's so funky." I try to make it relatable for the woman, "Some produce needs to be weighed and others need to be counted. It gets confusing." I smile and see her smiling in relief, thankful that someone understands her.

Someone does but it aint me. This is my whole ass job.

I smile and say the unforgettable 'Have a great day!' before leaving and having to walk around the self-check.

New big boss gonna fire me if I stop walking... fucking bullshit. I see a toy that was placed on a chip shelf and mess with it as I go to put it away.

"Hey! Hey! Girl!" Someone snaps their fingers at me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, smiling a smile that would put Alastor to shame.

"Hello! What seems to be the problem today?" My customer service voice is getting strained as I see it's just an old man wanting to buy alcohol.

"The machine will need you to check my age when I buy this alcohol." He gestures to the cart that has it's undercarriage filled with Modelo.

I look at his order on his screen and scroll through it. "Well, sir, it looks like you haven't scanned it yet, so I can't give you the go ahead; But once you do, I can definitely give you the go ahead to buy it." I throw it back in his face, trying to make him feel as stupid as possible. He scoffs and takes the hand scanner off the terminal and it starts beeping loudly at him.

"Stop yelling at me!" He shouts, frustrated that it won't stop beeping and won't scan his beer.

"Well, sir, it is a machine, so it can't yell at you. It doesn't have a mouth. It's just beeping because the batteries are going out, but you can definitely wait until the hand scanner flashes green, and then it should work." I patiently wait for him to put it back on the terminal. And once it flashes green, he scans the beer.

The first notification, asking if the customer looks younger than 40, pops up. I look back at the man and size him up and down before pressing 'No'.

"Have a great day, sir!" I bounce away and continue walking around. I see a group of men who are all standing around quietly, just simply waiting. Their light is flashing red and they are being silent. It's definitely a nice change.

I walk over. "Hey there. Sorry to bother you, but I gotta fix this. Sorry." I look at the screen... and it's a mis-scan. My boss is gonna hate me...

"Sorry about the wait, guys! It's been a busy day." I think back to when someone dropped a whole gallon of whole milk and it leaked into the aisle next to it. We had to use two whole things of spill clean-up... my anxiety has been high ever since. Could also just be the 5 Hour Energy and Redbull I chugged, but meh.

"No problem. I could tell." The obvious leader of their band of friends talks, as if talking for the whole group. One of the guys has a faint blush on his face and the others are laughing, talking about their plans.

I watch the little video the camera produced and determine that it was just an old bag crossing over the scanner without being scanned... cuz it is an old bag.

"Oops. Looks like it's just the bag. The machine must've just gotten confused. Sorry about that." I smile and wave before giving them the go-ahead to keep scanning.

"No worries. Thank you."

"Anytime."

I think back to the one guy who was blushing and leaning on the cart's handle. He's kinda cute... and hot. What the fuck.

Meh whatever. Just focus on work- I did it, I did, I jumped-

"Hey! Girl! I need you to ring up my groceries for me!" I silently sigh and walk over.

"Of course, sir!"

Another day in the life of a person at Wal-Mart.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Im ngl, i thought about this while I was changing prices in the cigarette cases. It took 4 hours to do all of the price changes😭

[rodanhoax]

Jaune: You know, you guys didn’t have to bring me along on your honeymoon. 

Nora: Aw, it was no issue Jaune. Right Ren? *Holds onto Rens arm*

Ren: Of course. Afterall, it was the least we could do after forgetting your birthday.

Jaune: It wasn’t that bad. Besides, you guys were busy preparing for your wedding, so it wasn’t your faults you forgot.

Nora: Either way, we thought you could enjoy the sights while we did some... newlywed activities. *Giggles like a child, still excited from their recent union*

Jaune: *Chuckles at Nora as he sets down their bags* Well, I guess all I can say is thanks. I’m gonna go grab the last of the luggage. You two just kick back and relax, alright?

Ren: Much appreciated Jaune. *Nods as he and his wife hold one another close, about to close in for a kiss*

Jaune: *Before leaving, he remembers something and pulls out an odd envelope from his pocket* Oh yeah, Ren, I almost forgot, this came in the mail before we left.

Ren: *Raises an eyebrow as he takes the envelope, opening its contents right as Jaune leaves the room*

Nora: Ooh~ That must be our marriage license.

Ren: Nora, this isn’t a marriage license. It’s a... restraining order?

Nora: *Shocked* Oh nuts! I was in such a rush I just grabbed the first form I saw and filled us both in.

Ren: It says we can’t be within... 25 yards of one another.

Nora: But 25 backyards is like... A lot! We got to get this fixed right away!

Ren: Nora, we need to file this to court if we wanna cancel it. And that may take a few days.

Nora: But... Our honeymoon. If we leave, we can’t enjoy it here. We’ve been looking forward to this for months.

Ren: I’m sorry, but unless we wanna risk breaking the law... again, there’s not really any other option.

Nora: No! I refuse! There’s gotta be something we can do to at least enjoy our honeymoon here, without getting in trouble, and until we can get this restraining order sorted out.

Jaune: *Kicks door open before coming in the rest of the luggage* Whew! Got the rest of the luggage guys! Anything else you two need before I head out?

Nora: ...

Ren: ...

RN: *Nod at one another*

Nora: Oh Jauney~ Do you think you could do us a big, BIG, favor?

Jaune: 🤨 ?

(Morning)

Nora: *Eating a nice stack of  chocolate chip pancakes*

Jaune: *Pops in with a bouquet of pink lotus flowers*

Nora: *Smiles as she takes them, waving outside the window to Ren, whom is currently doing some yoga*

(Afternoon)

Ren: *Driving a jet ski through ocean*

Nora: *Laughs joyously as her and Jaune water ski, her sitting atop his shoulders*

Jaune: *In absolute agony, trying his best to keep his balance, hold up Nora, and not vomit from the speed they were going*

(Evening)

Ren: *Ballroom dances with Jaune before releasing him with a spin*

Jaune: *Miraculously maintains his spin as he elegantly makes his way to Nora*

Nora: *Catches him before dropping him down onto the floor in an attempt to dip him*

(Night)

We see Jaune in bed with someone, sweat dripping down his body as he thrusts wildly into them from above. The creaking sound of the bedframe could be heard 5 rooms over, the frame threatening to fall apart with each thrust, as well as the feminine wails of pleasure from his partner. This stops, as with one last push, the two let out loud sensual moan as they climax together, Jaune grinding himself as deep as he could as he filled them to the brim. Sliding himself out, Jaune moves over to the side of the bed, catching his breath before grabbing and pulling up his pants.

Jaune: So... Like that?

Ren: *Pants in exhaustion as he sits himself up* Yes... Just like that. Nora will love it. So don’t keep her waiting.

Jaune: *Sighs* Hope my aura’s ready this. *Stands up and cracks his back before rushing off to go break out Nora’s*

Ren could hear his footsteps as Jaune made his way over to the guestroom, where Nora had been patiently waiting. The rooms here had such thin walls, he wouldn’t be surprised if Nora had heard every bit of him and Jaunes passionate fornication. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if that only aroused her more.

Nora: Took ya long enough! Now come to mama fearless leader~ 

Ren lets out a small smile as he hears Jaune and Nora quickly begin their own bout of sexual intercourse, sounding just as wild and passionate as his own, if not more so. A yawn escaping his mouth, Ren decides it’s time to get some shut eye, excited to see what the next day brought them. Afterall...

That was just the first day of their honeymoon.

(2 Weeks Later)

RWBY: *Waiting by the bullheads to greet the newlyweds once they returned*

Ruby: *Eye widened as her friends came into view* Hey, there they are!

Yang: It’s about time. *Squints her eyes in confusion* Wait, why are those two standing so far apart from one another?

Blake: *Shrugs* Beats me. Looks like they enjoyed their time though.

Yang: *Smirks* How much you wanna bet it’s because they spent most of it breaking in their bed?

Weiss: Do you have to make everything so vulgar Yang?

Yang: Jeez Weissy, it’s just a joke. No need to be such a pru... Is Vomit Boy ok?

Blake: He looks like he’s been drained of every ounce of vitality he had.

Ruby: You think Ren and Nora had him do a lot of work for them?

Before they could continue, they watch as Jaune collapses onto the ground. The team quickly rushes over to their friend, wondering if he was alright. They come across Ren and Nora, having not moved to check on their leader for some reason, instead lower their heads in grief for their fallen teammate.

Ren: He was a good man.

Nora: *A tear fall down her cheek* And virile lover.

Ren: ... Yes.

RWBY: *Looks at the two in confusion, no clue as to what was even happening... that is until one of them happened to remember something*

Yang: ... Wait. Does this have something to do with joke restraining order I sent you?

[sailorsplatoon]

Here it is, the prologue for the dedfour fanfiction, which I only just now realized I never announced the title of.

Everyone, this is Watch the Sky With You. I am very excited to be posting this and I hope you all like it! If you missed my post on the schedule for this fic, you can check it out here.

Without further ado, let's get into the fic!!!

Next

Read it on ao3!

(Fanfic under cut)

Agent 4 loaded into the Memverse for another test run. Marina wanted to make sure everything was working properly before it went fully online, and she knew she could trust them with the task. Once it was completed, they would be a protector there, making sure everyone in it stayed safe… or something like that. They weren’t entirely sure, but they were happy to help with whatever they could. Especially if it meant restoring the minds of the santitized octolings that were still in the Deepsea Metro. When Agent 8 told them about what that weird phone thing did, Four wanted to help in any way possible. 

They weren’t doing any protecting right now, though. At the moment, all they had to do was run a few tests in the Spire of Order, the giant building that looked kinda like Deca Tower, to make sure the floors were working properly. 

But something was wrong. The code felt different than it normally did. As their digital avatar— which looked almost exactly like them in real life— slowly loaded into the Order Sector, they heard a voice they didn’t recognize.

“You are Agent 4, yes?” As the rest of the world materialized around them, they found a face to match with the voice. It looked like some kind of blob of black code… with a face? Marina hadn’t said anything about something like this.

“Yeah, who’re you?”

“I am Order itself. A conscious generated from the processes or many who yearn for stability.”

“Umm okay. What’d Marina put you here for?” If this thing was supposed to be a part of the Memverse, why hadn’t Marina told them about it? They were given full access to all information regarding this weird digital world, so why didn’t they see anything about this guy?

“I am here to bring order to the world.”

“Riiight well I gotta go get some beta testing done now soooo…” they tried to get around Order, but it blocked their path to the Spire.

“You will be assigned an alternate task.”

“Marina didn’t say anything about something else I had to do.”

“These orders do not come from Marina.”

“Then I ain’t following them. Now let me through,” they tried yet again to push past the mass of glitching code. And again, it moved to stop them.

“Do you not want to become the greatest being you can be? To become perfect? To lose all negative emotion and memory in favor of total order?”

“Say what now?” That sounded all too familiar. That was exactly how Eight said sanitization was marketed to unsuspecting octolings. They had to stay on their guard. This might not be good.

“You will be greyscaled in the name of order.” The blob glitched then shot into the air. Upon landing it transformed into a massive octopus creature. This definitely wasn’t good.

Four was just here for some minor beta testing, not a legit boss fight. They took cover behind some coral and pulled up the mod menu Marina had given them in case of emergencies. They equipped themself with a splattershot— or order shot as it was called here— a splat bomb for the sub and a trizooka special. They’d be at a significant disadvantage since they didn’t have a drone with them, or the chance to fill their palette with color chips, or any hacks. But with a weapon build made just for them, they had a shot at winning.

“Look dude, I don’t know why you’re here, but if you’re trying to take away people’s free will then there is no chance I’m letting that happen. That is the exact opposite reason why Marina made this place!” Four shouted, running out from the cover the coral provided to begin their attack.

“Commencing greyscaling.” Order began to shoot massive blobs of black ink right at Agent 4. The thing wasn’t even acknowledging them anymore, how rude! Whatever. They’d take it out and then warn Marina about whatever was going on that caused this mess. “Agent 4, aren’t you tired of being seen as inferior to the other agents? Tired of being forgotten? You can help me bring order to this world, and no one would forget who you are again.”

They hesitated for half a second, but that was all the time Order needed. There was a sudden, intense pain in Four’s right leg. One of the ink blobs had hit them, and it stuck on. They felt their leg going numb the longer it stayed. This was so so not good. Another blob hit their shoulder and they cried out in pain as they stumbled to the ground. The ink didn’t do any damage but they felt it spreading more and more. It seeped through their skin and travelled along their veins. It was cold and stung like dry ice. But how could they feel it if this was all digital? Unless it was somehow happening in the physical world too. They tried to reach to rip it off, but their arm wouldn’t move. Their whole body wouldn’t move. The ink was spreading faster now, up their neck, over their chin, into their eyes. It hurt more than anything they could imagine. 

And then suddenly it didn’t anymore. Suddenly all the pain melted away.

“Greyscaling complete.”

[hongjoongscafe]

For bitch hours can I request Poly!MinChan x reader? Where reader kind of slipped and fell on top of their friend and accidentally kissed them and MinChan got upset? Sorry if it’s vague and hard to understand heh 😅

-Anon

I wrote it in the worst condition. My eyes are barely open😞. If you dont like it, plz, do send the ask again. I will happily write something better than this crap💓

Kiss

Bitch hours

Pairing: bangchanxreaderxminho

Warning: double penetration, mean minchan, spanking.

...

“Hey! Welcome to my house, y/n!” Felix greeted you when you knocked on his door.

Chan and Minho, your two loving secret boyfriends, were sitting on the couch already. Their eyes were fixed on you. You looked hot in your shorts and a white button up.

“Thank you, Felix,” you smiled and went inside. You sat between your boyfriends, greeting like they weren’t just licking your mouth a couple hours ago.

“Lemme get you all some drinks that you all are here,” Felix got up.

“Ah, let me help you!,” you quickly got up to help your friend bring the drinks and other snacks.

Felix smiled and handed you some snacks to fill the bowls. You both talked about random stuff while he was pouring the drinks. Keeping in mind to give you non-alcoholic drink because you were going to drive the other two boys home.

He took the drinks first. As he was placing them down, he accidentally spilled some on the marble tiled floor. “Ah, be careful over here,” he sat down, not caring much about it.

You came back with the bowls filled with everyone’s favourite treats. You put the tray on the table and move towards the couch to sit next to Felix.

But your feet slipped on the wet floor and fell on Felix. Your eyes were tightly shut, waiting for the huge impact. But instead of something hurtful, your lips felt another pair of pillowy lips on them. Your eyes opened and met another pair of huge eyes looking into yours.

The room fell dead silent. Bang Chan’s hand was hovering over the chips bowl. Minho’s hand was in mid air with the flute of champagne in it.

They saw yours and Felix’s lips pushed together. Something burned inside their chests. Their eyes met and then snapped back.

You hastily removed yourself from him, “sorrysorrysorry,” you started chanting. More to your boyfriends than Felix.

“Uh,” Felix cleared his throat, “no, it’s okay! It was my fault, I should have cleaned the floor right away.”

The whole evening went awkwardly. You wanted to go back home and shower the feeling away. Your boyfriends were tense too. They didn’t speak to you the whole evening and were glaring at you whenever your eyes met.

Now, the three of you were at home. You made a quick journey towards your bathroom to take a good shower. Your clothes were on the floor in a pile, and you were about to step into the shower when you felt strong arms holding you and picking you up in the air.

In the blink of an eye, you were sandwiched between two hard chests, that were heaving heavily.

“You should stop whoring around too much, love,” Minho hissed, his breath fanning your face.

“How was the kiss, slut?” Bang Chan clutched your waist, fingers digging into your skin.

You knew this was coming, sooner or later. Their possessiveness was beyond your knowledge. They didn't want to disclose the relationship that was considered taboo but was a pleasure for the three of them.

“Chan, we gotta teach her who she belongs to,” Minho's voice dangerously fell low. The grumble in his chest vibrated against you.

Bang Chan chuckled darkly, “oh, she is in for a ride,” then turned you around to face him. He pinched your cheeks together making your pout pop out.

Chan bit your lips and kissed messily, tongue entering your hot mouth. Minho took his time running his hands over your body and finding their way towards your pussy.

Minho's palm harshly cupped your pussy and rubbed it. With his free hand, he pried your legs open and slapped your cunt. You flinched and moaned in Chan’s mouth.

“So wet already?” Minho tsked. “Bet it's because of that kiss that your pussy enjoyed too much.”

“No,” you whined.

“Shut up!” Bang Chan clutched your hair and pulled them back, harshly. “You can not get away from the punishment, you fucking whore. Gotta remind you who you belong to and mark you good,” his lips immediately attached to your neck. His teeth sunk into your skin, leaving a pleasurable sting. He was bruising your neck while sucking the skin. Soon he found your sweet spot that made you hum in pleasure.

You felt Minho's hands on your ass, trying to part them. His cold and slicked fingers rubbed your rim. Your eyes fell on the strawberry-flavoured lube on the washbasin.

Your mouth fell open with a silent moan when you felt Minho's warm cock circle around your rim and pushed inside slowly. “Fuck,” his voice shuddered. “Need to fuck this ass more… Doesn't feel like it has been ever used.” he bottomed out in your ass.

He didn't think twice about your comfort or discomfort. This was your punishment. You needed to feel it too. No matter how bad he felt about it inside but the image of you kissing someone else burned his veins.

You moaned half in pleasure and half in pain when his long cock thrusted into you. “You like that, slut?” Bang Chan rasped. “You like that cock in your ass?”

“Yeah,” your head rolled back on Minho's shoulder. He held your neck from behind and tightened it, choking just enough to make your head feel dizzy.

“I bet her other hole feels so neglected and useless,” Chan bit your nipple. “Shall I fill it up?”

You gasped at his words. They have never done that before, using your ass and pussy at the same time. Your puppy eyes looked into Chan’s raging ones.

“Looks like our slut would like it, won't you?” Chan rubbed your clit painfully slowly while Minho was thrusting deeper and steadier. “Or maybe we should call Felix too, no? Then we will have all of your holes filled,” his middle and ring fingers found their way into your pussy. And then he held his cock with the same hand and brought it closer to your slit before rubbing it over your cunt.

Chan was quick to fill you up with his cock. “Oh my God,” you hissed.

Minho felt Chan entering you, his face scrunched up and felt that his cock was being even more suffocated.

They both thrusted turn by turn. They plunged hard and fast into your holes. You felt the pain but you were too fucked up to even form a sentence.

“Fucking slut, so ready to open her legs for everyone,” Minho left your neck and kneaded your boobs. Their balls were hitting your skin. Their cocks were filling you up so well. You felt so full of them.

“Will you do that again?! Are you going to whore around like that again?!” Chan harshly asked.

“No!” your tears ran down your cheeks. “No, only two you,” you were fucked.

Their hips worked faster into you. Minho was feeling Chan moving inside you. If he was long and thick, Chan was longer and thicker. Minho felt like he was getting punished for some reason. He loved it.

“I'm gonna cum,” you screamed.

They stopped inside you suddenly, snatching away your sweet orgasm. “No,” you cried. “Don't do that!” your face was red and your nose ran down along with your tears.

The boys, deep down in their hearts, felt bad but the jealousy clouded their minds. They started pushing in and out again, picking up pace. They were trying to approach their high.

Your hot velvety walls hugged them so well. Your slick was running down your thighs and was slicking up Chan’s balls.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned when he felt you clenching around them. “Cum with me, Channie.”

“Yeah,” he later moaned. “Gonna fill up her cunt. Gonna fucking mark her and let her know she belongs to us and no one else. Wanna see our cum leaking out of her cunt and ass while she takes to every one of our friends.” the image of it pulled the both towards their high.

Your cunt and ass clenched around them, finally making them fill you up to the brim. Your cunt was throbbing and hurting, begging for a mind-blowing orgasm. You wanted to cum but they were quick to pull out and push you onto the counter.

Minho spread your legs open and they saw their cum dripping out of your cunt and asshole. Your ass was swollen with the force Minho used.

Chan slapped your ass once. “Ahhnngh,” you moaned. Then twice. Thrice. Till ten. He spanked you hard, releasing his jealousy on you.

“I hope tonight will remind you of us before you open your legs in front of anyone,” Chan said before he left.

Your ass was sore and your legs turned into jelly. But you still managed to clean yourself and took a shower. Your body was hurting and asking for care.

When you stepped into your room, no one was there. You felt like crying, covering your head with the sheets and letting the tears out. Then you felt the bed dip from two sides then you were pulled out of the sheets gently and settled on Chan’s lap. He caressed your body and Minho brought some food for you to eat. He specially hand-fed you.

“Be careful next time,” Minho gently caressed your head. “We hate to see others enjoy what is ours. We just love you.”

“Mhm, we love you a lot to see you in that situation, love,” Chan pecked your pouty lips. “Forgive me for what I said. You know I don't mean it.”

[aboutcustardcreams]

Choices

Just so you know, I’m already falling in love with Jodie Whittaker and I’ve only watched two episodes of season 11 😭

“You’re not from here, are you?”, a man about six feet tall approaches you with a curious grin plastered on his face. You pay no attention to him, as you keep focusing on the merchandise on charts. 

“Not exactly, no,” you hum absentmindedly. “I’m paying a short visit, before moving on to the next village,” you give him a small smile of courtesy, finally allowing your eyes to land on him for a second. He has a funny way to look at you. When you make an attempt to pass him, he stands tall right in front of you. You frown, slightly tilting your head to the side in confusion. 

“A traveler, I see,” he looks at you from head to toe, making you feel uneasy. “Those are the best kind,” the way he speaks about you as if you were some sort of bargaining chip makes your stomach twist. “Are you here alone?”, he later inquires before you can say anything. 

You frown and cross your arms up to your chest incredulously. “You know, that’s really a not-so-clever question to ask,” a hint of annoyance fills your tone. 

Annoyance that’s bound to turn into outrage when he says, “you’re a woman, what would you know about intelligence?”, your mouth falls agape in utter shock at his mocking tone. You’re suddenly tempted to punch him right to his ugly ass face, but the Doctor’s words echo inside your head before you can make an attempt. Be kind. Never be cowardly. Use your brain before using your hands. 

“Excuse me, you’ve got some nerve to say such a thing to my face,” you keep his gaze, displaying all the determination you have at your disposal. You’ve seen both Missy and the Doctor do it quite often, so you hoped to have picked up something from them. “Do me a favor and get out of my way. I really don’t have time for this,” your diplomacy doesn’t impress the man though. 

“Well, I have a better idea,” he grins devilishly, sweeping his tongue above his lips. “I tell you what, you come with me and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Have you gone completely mad?”, you raise your voice at this point, exasperation slowly but steadily reaching its peak. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh, but you are,” he barks out a laugh that lasts way too long for your own liking. “See the little girl over there,” he points a finger right behind you, where a lone child of merely four years old plays alone in a rather isolated spot. “Behind her, just where those trunks are deposited, there’s one of my fellows, with a very sharp dagger in his hand ready to put to use. You wouldn’t want her little, innocent heart to stop beating today, would you?”

You slowly turn back to him, a look of horror in your eyes, “why would you do that to an innocent child?” Slightly shaking your head, you feel your heart thumping in your throat. 

He shrugs nonchalantly. “The real question is, why not?”

A scowl of pure disgust forms on your face.

“Besides, the body of a child’s easier to hide.”

“You’re a horrible person,” you snarl and drop your hands over your hips before forcefully closing them into fists. “The world is cruel and I gotta survive,” his justification feels devoid of any sense of reason. 

You sigh, flashing another quick look back at you to make sure the kid was still safe. “You didn’t tell me what you want from me,” you mutter with gritted teeth, and just as you say that, he starts circling around you like a predator does with its prey. 

“I may have the right clientele for someone like you,” your blood runs cold at this point. He actually meant to sell you as a commodity? Was he a slave trader? You hope to bump into Missy and the Doctor soon, because you’re not going to use your diplomacy for much longer, if things are going to get uglier as you fear.

“You’re wearing too much fabric on, though,” when his finger lightly grazes the nape of your neck, you shiver as if you had been burned, then wiggle away from his filthy hands, “don’t you dare touch me,” you warn him, venom in your tone. 

He chuckles rather amusedly, while his eyes darken, almost turning black, “A feisty one. Oh yes, you’ll make me a rich man, but first, you need to learn some manners…”, when he unties a rope that the whole time he had had attached to his belt, you realize that the worst is yet to come. 

“What’s the rope for?”, your voice wavers a bit. 

“For your pretty hands, silly,” he comes up closer and waits for you to stretch out your arms. You close your eyes for a moment, and take in a shaky breath, “is it really necessary?”

He is not gentle in his movements, it’s like he is tying some chicken feet for how tightly he ties you up. You wince and when he tugs at the rope, he pulls so strongly and unexpectedly, you almost lose balance and stumble on your feet, “I’m afraid it is, pet.”

Despite everything, an amused grin tugs at your lips as you think of all the things that man will go through once Missy and the Doctor finally find you. Oh, it’s not gonna be pretty, and you’d be in the front line, giving the first fist in the face. 

*

“I thought the poppet said to split up…”

He nods his head. “True, but I wanted to check up on you,” he reaches up to her, gently placing his palm on her shoulder. “Having fun among mortals?”

Missy squeaks a little laugh. “ Please , you don’t really think I’m stupid, do you?”, she merely turns around. With the corner of her eye, she catches the dark fabric of his coat, the sight of it alone gives her a touch of comfort. His silence allows her to continue. “I’m not going to cause trouble, if that’s what you’re concerned about, although these bugs are making me quite insufferable,” she says in a hiss, wagging her fingers to chase flies away.

“Must be the heat,” he reasons, brushing a finger in the neck of his chemise. “But I believe you, I really do,” he adds with sincerity. A wave of warmth rushes inside her hearts, that leads her to crack a small, yet sincere smile. “I know this is different from what you’ve known for centuries and–”

Missy clacks her tongue, brows shooting up, “you can say it again. Quite a fall from grace, isn’t it?”

That behavior of hers doesn’t fool him anymore, “you know, being your oldest friend in the universe has its perks, meaning that I always know when you’re lying and now , you are,” there’s a hint of pride in his voice. It annoys her how clearly and easily he can see through her. There is nothing she can hide from him anymore. Not that she wants to. It’s a matter of adjusting to new habits really. 

The Time Lady carefully lifts her chin up, giving the idea that she is clueless regarding his assumptions. 

“You’re lying because you like how life turned out for you,” he insists softly. 

She huffs, “that’s a strong admission,” her voice lacks of her usual certainty. 

“That you’re not denying,” he points out. 

She merely rolls her eyes, childishly waving him off with her hand. The Doctor had always traveled with a companion, but not Missy. At least not with one she grew feelings for. He recognized the familiar sparkle in her eyes, that was once his and that still existed thanks to you. And with sparkle, he also meant tears. Because despite her best attempts at hiding it, Missy had cried numerous times, meaning that she had developed emotional ties to both you and the Doctor. 

Where there are tears, there’s hope. 

“That girl turned you too soft, Doctor. You’re romanticizing our lives,” she says it like it’s a bad thing, despite not believing it herself as such. 

He clicks his tongue, then the corner of his lips twitches in amusement, “Not just me.”

Scoffing, she rolls her eyes, “I could agree with you to a certain extent, but there’s still a difference between you and me, little boy,” she speaks with both firmness and seriousness now, and he doesn’t interrupt her, “I’ve not turned good like you, because I still believe a part of me would kill if led to it…”, her face is contorted in a pained expression as she finishes her sentence. This time she isn’t lying and the Doctor knows it. She once told him, there’s not an absolute version of good and if at first he hadn’t understood her, a part of him felt like he did now. 

“I’m not perfect as you portray me, Missy,” he says from the heart(s). 

“Who said anything about perfection?”, she teases playfully. 

“If there’s something I learned over the years is that we should always act for what’s right and decent. And believe it or not Missy, that’s what you’re doing, even if you feel like you’re still haunted by your past mistakes. They are not gonna leave you, and I’m sorry if it sounds unfair, but that’s how it should be.” 

“You really do have a nice dialectic. We should probably give thanks to this new regeneration of yours, cause you used to be pretty lame in former times,” sarcasm is indeed her coping mechanism.

“I see your sense of humor hasn’t changed one bit,” he deadpans. 

“Never,” she chimes up, grinning from ear to ear. 

Her eys snap wide open when turning around once again, and wanding about those charts, she spots a cute piece of jewelry laying on top of a wooden box, whose peculiarity stands out among others. “Look at that,” she gushes in a thrilled whisper, lightly grazing her fingers over it. 

The Doctor leans over to give a peak to the necklace with a lovely green stone set inside. “Very nice, but I don’t think it’s in the budget.” 

She ignores him. Missy has never and never will draw a line to what is possible and what’s not for her. “What is it called again? Clamp? Leash? It’s really on the tip of my tongue,” she mutters, with a frown. 

“Necklace,” he sighs, tiredly rubbing the root of his nose. 

“Ah right,” she replies, listless. “You think the poppet would like it?”

“Will you ever stop calling her poppet?” he asks, and when she says a loud, very convinced nope, making sure to pop the ‘p’, he sighs in defeat. “But to answer your question, yes, she would love it. I can already imagine her eyes inflating like a puffer fish.”

“Excuse me, good man, I’d like to purchase this one,” she whips out two pebbles out of her pouch, as if she was the one making the price here. 

“I’m sorry, lady, but this is worth thirty pieces of silver…”

“Oh, come on , be a dear and give me a small discount,” she whips out eight more pebbles, hoping that in his eyes they would make the desired amount. But he looks at her with an uncertain expression, still hesitant whether to accept or not her offer. It tests Missy’s patience, and the Doctor sees that. 

So he decides to interfere, “Can we wrap it up now?” There’s hope in his tone and a smile that appears way too forced as he adds another five to the bundle. “I doubt among these locals there’s one wealthier than us. I mean, look at our clothes. You either sell for a fair price, or hope it doesn’t get stolen in the wake of an innocent, very plausible, negligence.”

Missy hums approvingly and stares at his side profile with discreet admiration. Her piercing gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the Doctor whose cheeks heat up in response, but keeps acting like it’s nothing. 

The merchant, after a moment of hesitation, drops his shoulders. “Enjoy the gem, madam.”

“It’s Mistress, but thank you very much,” she grins happily, feeling an unfamiliar excitement running through her veins. One of a good kind. It’s different from what she used to feel after razing to the ground entire planets and population. It was one of the good kind, which felt even better. 

“How many pebbles do you have left?”, the Doctor later asks. 

“Only five…but it’s not that bad considering this jewel was worth much more than what I originally had.”

“Still, looks like I’m winning,” he grins, and places his hands upon his hips. 

She shoots him an incredulous glare, “you may have helped me purchase this one, but it’s my deal and not yours, so not only have you lost mo– pebbles, but you’ve got nothing for yourself,” she says in a sing-song tone. 

“Missy–!”, he half whines, “that’s not fair!”

She frowns and feigns pity. “ So sorry.” 

“No, you’re not,” he hums in response. 

“Right,” she circles the Doctor’s arm and leans against him. Her grasp wasn’t too tight, the Doctor felt it surprisingly gentle for her standards, it quite relaxed him, “Let’s go back to our poppet now, shall we?”

He merely nods, this time accepting the defeat willingly.

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Lil Billie don't play!

The Spider-Gang were baking at Miles' apartment, little Billie helping her big brother make cookies. The gang decided to show off their baking skills to show off their favorite treats. Billie wanted chocolate chips cookies, so Miles is making his own version of Chocolate Chunks Chip Cookies.

The gang and Ganke were all chatting having drinks and snacks while baking. Gwen and Hobie were talking about favorite indie band from Hobie's world, and Pavtri and Ganke were talking about funny things their own family done as growing up in an Asian household. Miles listening by the side while he smiles at his little sister who's adding the sugar into the bowl.

"Oh yeah! My Chachi always found ways for me to do extracurricular activities like cricket!" Pavtri said.

"Yeah, my mom wanted me to lean the violin and I always hated learning the violin." Ganke said.

Hobie laughing along with Gwen, "Really, you think his hair look like mustard?"

"Yeah, terrible color and his outfit was so red it was giving Mustard and Ketchup." Gwen laughs along, "But I like that one band called Misery. That opening song was fire."

"Yeah, that group is really good. The singer always getting arrested. Gotta respect her."

"Yeah, she's so cool." The blond young woman agreed as she put green J-ello in a bowl with some toasted pecans.

Pavtri kneading the mixture in a pink bowl making Gulab Jamun, while chatting with Ganke. "Huh, yeah. I never liked Cricket. I told her I rather do something like Yoga, or Kalaripayattu."

"I always liked playing basketball but my mom thought it was to violent." Ganke sips his White Claw. Billie leans over to smile at Ganke, "Hey, Boo."

The five year old happily helps her big brother add the chocolate chunks into the batch of cookies. "Hi-hi, Key!" Little Billie giggles as her brother helps her pours brown sugar into the bowl. "Yum?"

Ganke went over to sniff, "Mmm, yummy!"

Miles let him have a taste of the cookie dough, "Good?" His best friend took an extra spoon filled with cookie dough to try, he chews it for the moment then his eyes gleam with joy.

"Mmm, yo this is fire. Did you use vanilla bean paste? And the chunks are good?" He said licking his lips.

"Hahaha, the secret is a mix of milk chocolate and a lot of dark chocolate." Miles smiles widely at his best friend.

"You would add a lot of dark chocolate." Gwen hums, which got Hobie to smile from ear to ear.

"OPP!" Pavtri giggles.

"Duh, I do love dark chocolate." Miles playfully wink at his boyfriend who turned pinked by the flirtation.

Hobie chuckles as he mix his Sweet Potato into pudding in his own mixing bowl. "I know you do, Sunflower." He lick his lips can't wait for later when it's Billie's nap time, so he can have a full make out session.

The four year girl eyeing at Hobie with a squint in her eyes, she will put a stop to any of his devious thoughts. Her big brother is a sweet and she wants all of his attention.

Miles let his little sister stir the batter while he helps her, "That's right, boo-boo. Good job."

"I'm helping!" She happily said with her high pitch voice, she did a little dance.

"Yeah, you're amazing at this, Billie-boo!" Miles cooes at her as they saw the dough and chocolate chips are perfectly mixed. "Oh, now we can make them cookies, boo-boo."

"Oh yay!" She can't wait for these cookies, "Umm.. Umm.." Her head turns back and forth with her finger on chin, and her braided hair with butterfly clips at the ends made clinks sounds. "Remem-bur daddy wants some cookies."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Boo!" Miles smiles at his little sister for being such a big helper. "You're always my best helper!"

"Hehe, I am!" She proudly puff her chest being pleased for getting praised by her big brother.

Pavtri smiles at Miles, "Awe, Billie. You're so adorable."

Miles look at Gwen's bowl, "Um, Gwen. What is that? It's so green, and you're using cottage cheese?" His eyes widen at the tub of cottage cheese.

"Yeah, this is Watergate Salad with a twist. My mom use to make this for my dad then he would make it for us on Christmas." Gwen open the cottage cheese to dump into the bowl with the green J-ello, legumes and marshmallows. "It's good! Trust me!"

Pavtri and Hobie share the same look of concern, yet they are willing to try for their friend. They knew how much Gwen tries to cook for them and put so much effort even if some meals are questionable.

"Okay..." Miles tries to force an excited tone but had a a straight face.

"What? It's not gross. Look I'ma add the Cool Whip!" Gwen open a big tub of Cool Whip, "And this is super easy to make! I don't need to bake or use the stove. All I need to do is add it into the fridge once I'm done!"

Miles got a tray with parchment paper on it, while Billie happily hold the bowl. She saw the ice cream scoop being covered in butter to scoop the thick dough. "Ohh! I wanna do it, hermano!" She holds her hand out having her fingers reaching out.

"Wait, let me show you first, okay?"

"Okay." Being perfectly behaved, the four year old had her hands together as she watches her brother showing her how to scoop cookie dough on the tray. Miles slowly show her then place the dough on the tray seeing how Billie nodded. She's such a well behave girl.

Without out the Black Latino knowing, he felt cold cream on his cheek. "BAM! Gotchu!" Gwen giggles having to put cool whip on her friend's cheek, "Your too slow!" Miles took the hit without feeling bothered, since this is how they play around.

But for Billie, she did not like that. She took it as bullying on her big brother, and seeing how hard Gwen put that whip cream on his face got her feeling some type a way. She stood quiet as she saw her brother left the cool whip on his cheek being focus into teaching her to make scoops of cookie dough.

Every now and then the four year old would give Gwen the side eye, this was a declaration of war. Hobie stood quiet, too. He didn't like how Gwen sometimes plays too rough or too much with his Sunflower, and he knows Miles wouldn't mind. Yet, the punker never like rough play something about seeing his boyfriend getting hurt gets him enrage.

"Awe, you upset lil Boo." Ganke said out loud noticing the little girl quiet giving that serious Mr. Morales look. Crazy how much of resemblance she had on her dad. The way Miles look a lot like his mom.

Miles chuckles as he wipes off the cream off his cheek with a wet rag, "Awe, boo-boo. It's okay. Me and Gwen were playing." He wasn't one to play as much as Gwen.

Billies said nothing but side eye at Gwen again, she had her lips puckered with a serious look on her face. Hobie burst out laughing seeing her pissed off as him. Pavtri teased, "Ohhh, Gwen. You made her mad-mad."

"What? What did I do?" Gwen laughs it off, she knows Billie is protective of her brother. No one would expect what's gonna happen.

When everyone finished making their dessert leaving them to take a break. Gwen lay on the L shape part of the couch while texting her other friends and being on her Socials.

Hobie talking to Miles in the kitchen being a bit close with his hands apart holding the counter, sounding a bit flirty. The Black latino chuckles with his arms wrapping around his punker as the two kiss.

Ganke and Pavtri playing video games and talking about the lore of the game. Little Billie was by her dolls and small table for coloring, she saw her chance to get pay back. The four year old sneaky crouch toward Gwen's without being noticed from the two men play video games, her brown eyes saw some blond and colorful dye hair.

Billie took her chance to get pay back for her big brother, she grab a fistful of Gwen's hair and yanking it. "OW! Ahh, Billie!" Gwen felt a sharp yank on her head, her blue eyes saw Billie grabbing her hair.

"AH! NO!" Billie huffs, she jumps back seeing her brother's friend trying to get her to let go. The rest of her friends noticed.

Miles quickly turns to find his little sister yanking his best friend's hair. "Boo-Boo?"

"Ow, Billie!" Gwen got up seeing that was one way for the little girl to let go, yet it didn't stop Billie from throwing hands. The little girl's tiny fist hitting the blond woman's thigh and legs, then she climbs on her to fight. "What's with you?" Those punches didn't hurt Gwen, in fact it felt like pats and it made her laugh a bit.

Pavtri laughs, "She's picking a fight with you? What did you do to her?"

"NOTHING!" She said out loud being in shock that her friend put the blame on her. Gwen grab the little girl having to pull her away from her, Billie kept throwing her punches on her hands.

"No-no! MMM!" Billie whines having to use all her energy to fight Gwen.

"I dunno she seems pretty mad." Ganke winced at the little girl.

Miles quickly went over to get his little sister, "Boo! Billie Mariana Morales! What's gotten into you? Oye, escúchame, niña!" Using a firm voice while speaking Spanish, sometimes his little sister understands Spanish more than English. He hugs her trying to calm her down seeing how she's furious she is.

"Ella te golpeó, hermano!" Billie struggles from her brother's hands still wanting to fight, "Venganza!!!" She throw her fist in the air.

"What did she say?" Pavtri asked.

Gwen fixing her hair putting into a messy bun, "Yeah!"

"She said revenge, and she thinks you hit me with the whip cream." Miles couldn't help but let out a snicker, seeing how cute his little sister is willing to protect him.

"Ohhh! Opp, so she wanted payback?" Gwen asked with her hand on her hips, "But I didn't hit you."

Billie huffs, "Hmph! No toques a mi hermano!" Her hands cupping her brother's face being protective then crossing her arms, "Nonono!"

Pavtri rub his chin, "I guess if it was innocent or not, she doesn't like it."

"Well, Billie never like anyone picking on Miles, so this shouldn't be a surprise." Ganke pointed out.

Hobie stood quiet through the whole thing, he went to stand next to his Sunflower. "Still... Billie, don't pull Gwen's hair. She means no harm, and no fighting or I have to tell mamí you were misbehaving." Miles lecture his little sister.'

"Pero... Pero..." Billie sniffs with big tears forming already sad for upsetting her brother. She did what she thought was fair.

"Ehh, let her off of this one. I get it. She loves you too much." Gwen shrugs it off, "Besides it didn't hurt me."

"Still... she needs to know it's not right." Miles hugs his sister, "Billie Boo, it's okay. Don't cry. I know you're a good girl." Wiping her tears away with his right hand.

Billie sniffs feeling bum out, her brown eyes landed on Hobie who gave her a sincere smile. "You git me?" She asked the punker.

"Yes, luv." Seeing how Billie wanted him to hold her, the punker took her in his arms and gave a solitary smile. "You did an excellent job, lil Boo."

"Hobie!" Miles pouted but seeing Billie sad face turning super happy made him slide it off. Little Billie proudly nodded at Hobie.

"Yeah! She hu-wt Miles!"

"I know." Hobie gave her thumb ups, "Good job for getting yer lick back!"

"YEAH!" Billie said in a loud cheer tone.

Gwen snorted, "It was like a pinch."

"Shh, Gwen! Little Billie don't play." Pavtri said out loud.

Ganke nodded, "Yeah, now you want her to pull your hair again?"

"No..." The blond woman answered.

Miles began scolding his boyfriend for allow Billie to be okay with this behavior. Everyone knows to never mess with Miles if his sister is around. Who knows what she'll do? Hobie and Billie had a close friendship whenever it comes to Miles, they have the need to protect him. They never understood why.

The little girl happily learns a few moves from Hobie, she can't wait to try it on any enemy near her brother.

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 5

I just need one.

Just to steady my nerves.

JUST. ONE.

GLUG

GLUG

GLUG

Ohhhh thats the good stuff.

Okay Polly. You can do this. Just walk out on that soundstage. And, i dunno, act?

Dear lord this is like third grade talen show all over again. Only this time I don't have Hugh to dig the hole.

......

The filming... actually turned out okay? It was pretty standard fare hero schlock but ah well.

And hey, i actually have a fan!

Hmmm this is going straight into my veins.

Dont tell my mom.

Your lucky I've had my lemonade hit today old man.

Welp. Guess I'm a move star now.

hehe.

Oh shoot it's dark. Uhhh is Pop Roxie still running his boat? I did say I was gonna do all the gym matches so I kinda gotta go to Castelia right? Hnngh maybe I'll come back to do more films later?

At least after getting a set of wings or something to get here and back again in a jiffy.

I wind up running to the pier in the rain.

Okay Hugh I'm here, sorry I took so long. See there was this bald guy with a really unfotunate name and-

Whaaaats going on here?

What like.... like the terrorist group? I mean lets not jump the gun here Roxie. I mean just cause theyre dressed kinda funny doesn't mean we can just jump to conclusion. Besides even if they WERE Team Plasma they wouldn't just admit to it. Nobodys that-

... Wow okay so... you guys are like... actually that dumb then?

Look I- No I get you wanna make some big dramatic speech but I- Stop cutting me off you RUDE LITTLE-

Hugh, baby, do NOT cut the Polly off when shes speaking! You know what happened in third grade.

Anyway Hugh goes off on this whole hate filled speech about how much these guys suck. And I expected some kinda edgy response but instead.

Home slice. You were chased... by Lillipup? Dude I hit a Lillipup with a bike when I was, like, five and it was flattened like a pancake. Sure, I got banned from riding for, like, ten years but my point is that anyone who runs from a Lillipup, a Lillipup right?, has no right joining a terrorist organization.

God its the third grade all over again.

Hope you have a shovel Hugh.

Oh sweetie.

We're gonna bury you.

Plasma Grunt sent out a Patrat against Bentley and you can just tell that Bentley has a chip on his shoulder over the Gym battle because hes raring to go. Patrat starts with bide after Bentley wraps him up, after that I had Bentley use growth while Patrat stored energy. Next round Patrat releases the energy and Bentley hit him with vine whip. That combined with wrap gets the little rat int he red. Patrat manages to forestall hi defeat with detect but one return later and its over.

After defeating the Patrat Bentley learns Leaf Tornado.

The Plasma grunt and his buddies have enough sense to run off before we can really get going and run for their lives.

Its okay Hugh you didn't have a shovel anyway.

Uh... Pretty sure thats a YOU job? Your the gym leader here.

However Roxie gives me the HM for Cut before running off.

Well Hugh guess we have a free HM now soooooo

Deep inhale through nose

Yeah okay.

Your lucky were friends Hugh.

The things I do for friendship.

Thats what I DOING! GAWD

Look its not like we're even going to find them! If they're really in a terrorist cell theres no way they're just going to be standing out in the open like a jackass saying "Come and get me Polly"

.... Bentley.

Go loose buddy.

Hey look its a purrloin.

And now its dead.

Just like old times. Old times being, like, the day before yesterday. Or whatever.

Aaaand the Plasma grunt runs away.

Hugh get her!

I... you... She ran RIGHT PAST YOU!

YOU HAVE A PIG WHO BREATHES FIRE!

wHaT... i DONt.... THIS IF YOUR VENDETTA!

oh please do tell

Okay she said they have a boat. Castelia City has a port. Hmm Okay.

I... we were JUST there Hugh! We'd have been better off just waiting in Virbank for them to come back and then jumping out at them from behind a trash can! Or dragging them into an alley to get info or something!

Arceus Dammit Hugh! This is YOUR revenge quest! I'm just tagging along cause Prof. Juniper asked me to complete... the... pokedex....

You know what Hugh, you uh, you go on ahead. I have some stuff I gotta... take... care of....

Shit shit shit how many pokemon do I have to catch?!

Ran into a shaking bush and caught an audino on the way to the pokemon center. Shove THAT into the PC for now, what else....

Route 19... Route 19 gotta start with route 19. Habitat mode dont fail me now!

GOT IT!

YOU. IN BALL. NOW

DANGIT YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN THE BALL

ARIES GT OUT THERE AND PARALYZE THAT CRETIN!

YES

IN BALL

CAUGHT

MOVING ON

DAMMIT OF COURSE THE FIRST PURRLOIN I FIND HAS LIMBER

AAAAAAAHHHHH