#mommy’s sweet noodle

[thoughtsforsoob]

asking them to buy you pads :( - nct dream

a/n: period season has unfortunately come for me (is it really unfortunate or does that just mean I’m not pregnant 😁 lmao probably not even possible bc I have no bf nor many male friends). Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! I am going to try to do some more writing formats instead of texts but let me know which of you two you guys like best. Thank you and remember that requests are always open :D

mark

To me he seems like a very caring boyfriend. This scenario doesn’t take place very often because he keeps you stocked up all the time if you forget. For the sake of this post, let’s say that you’re at home and he’s on tour. You’re stuck at home, crying to him on the phone about how you forgot to stock up on pads. He’s being the most sympathetic person ever and comforting you while ordering you pads to be delivered. He also throws in some groceries and sweets because you probably weren’t up to going shopping. When it arrives, you groan when he tells you to go to the door but immediately your eyes light up as you see the large delivery. “Anything for my girl. So sorry I can’t be there to make it better :(“

renjun

He didn’t even need to be asked to get more. He either has more or he noticed and went to the store before coming home. So, you get your period that evening and when he’s on the drive home, you call him crying like never before and he’s worried. You tell him your situation and how silly you feel. “I’ll stop by the store. I should be home soon okay? Don’t even worry about it. I’ll also make you something warm to eat and drink for dinner.” He was tired, sure, but you needed him and he loved that.

jeno

jeno is the cutest bf on earth hello???!!! Keeps a period tracker on your phone and one morning, he got the notification that your period should be coming on that day. He trusted it and slipped out of bed, running to the pharmacy and the convenience store to get what he needed for a period care pack. He decided to make one for you ever since you two have been together as a sweet little tradition. You woke up when he was gone and panicked. You called him and cried to him about him leaving, “see you leaving me forever?? I miss you Jen, please come back to me I’ll do anything!” He laughs, “silly girl, I’m just getting your care pack. Your period should be here today.” He comes back home asap and comforts you all day.

haechan

This guy is so silly that he tells you no!! what a silly guy hahaha *my eye is twitching as I type this* You ask him to pick up some pads for you and his way home from schedule and he’s like “nah I don’t wanna. You go do it.” You immediately start to fight back and tell him in a serious tone, “unless you want me to trail blood all over our apartment and then faint in the way to the store, please go get me some pads.” BLOOD? Haechan immediately reconsiders and asks to stop at the store when being driven home.

jaemin

Such a gentleman! Jaemin will never ever say no to you when it comes to asking him to buy you personal care items. He makes sure you get the best quality brand and that you have everything else you might need. Want a ice cream that only is made at a creamery 20 miles away? Done. Want noodles from your favorite spot in the next town over? Don’t even have to ask. He makes sure you’re comfortable the whole time and even tells the kitties to be gentle with their mommy.

chenle

Doesn’t want to show it but he’s so nervous. He might try to tell you no by saying something along the lines of, “you’re so irresponsible why did you not buy more if you knew it was coming soon? plus, this isn’t manly at all.” you threw the hardest pillow you own at his head and start to sob so he takes his ass to the store. he starts to feel bad so he grabs what you need and picks up your comfort take out on the way home. don’t worry, he’ll even cuddle you and feed you if you so wish when he arrives home.

jisung

He’s so nervous. The only reason he goes is because he knows you absolutely need them and he doesn’t wanna get in your bad side when your hormones are all out of wack. When he realizes he forgot to ask you for a picture of the box you need and then you don’t answer calls or texts, he panics. He’s hesitates but ends up asking a store clerk what to get :( he’s so embarrassed but the clerk, noticing how shy he was, commended him for his bravery and helped him select the pads. he buys them plus some candy :)

[andersonfilms]

milf!abby loves taking care of you. she’s sweet on you from the day the two of you met and god, it’s tooth rotting the longer the two of are together. your first date, she cooks for you in her empty house before she eats you out on the couch. the third date, you have to cancel on her because you’ve caught the flu from your roommate and she shows up on your doorstep with antibiotics, chicken noodle soup she made from scratch, and all the cuddles needed to nurse you back to health.

“i’m here for you angel, always here for you sweet girl.” abby kisses the back of you neck as she lays her big bicep over your shivering body. the muscled blonde is trying to tell herself she’s just the nurturing type, especially after her daughter, but the rapid thumping of her heart reeking havoc in her chest tells abby otherwise.

the first time abby takes you shopping, it’s for lingerie. she’s insatiable and insists staying in the changing room each time you slip in and out of a new number your girlfriend picked out for you. the last one is simple, just a black mesh bra, perky nipples poking through the expensive material. the thong slids up your ass, cheeks on display for her.

her large hands are sinfully rough against your exposed hips as she pulls you towards her, forcing you to sit on her lap, thick thighs welcoming, as she’s in a typical manspreading position on the bench. the tips of her fingers move along your thighs before she drawing intricate shapes on your ass. abby likes to see you squirm from her touch, loves the effect she has on you. she’s kissing your chest, soft lips causing your back to arch, breasts in her face as she pops one out of the cup, pulling your nipple into her mouth, skilled tongue flicking over the bud. your grinding against her, begging for more friction but abby’s pants don’t have much to offer. it’s when abby realizes she’s going to have to buy a ruined pair of panties. there’s not a doubt your cunt is dripping for her.

“do you need mommy to fuck you? sweet fucking pussy can’t handle it, huh? always begging for my lips, my mouth. but you want my cock, right baby? always need to be filled to the brim. can’t stand it when i’m not inside you. what a good fucking slut you are, baby.”

[aves-ery]

Hands-On (You); W. Maximoff

pairing; professor/tutor!wanda x fem!student!reader

summary; your biology professor decides you need extra lessons on anatomy, you decide to give your lover (and also your professors colleague) a hands-on lesson to prove how much you know

warnings; smut 18+ only, unspecified age gap, teacher and student relationship, mommy kink (r also calls wanda momma a few times), pet names, cum-filled strap-on (w receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, degrading (if u squint), finger sucking, choking, boob fucking?, squirting, spitting, r being a tad aggressive at the end, basically just r being an absolute animal for wanda

you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.

"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.

"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.

"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.

the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.

" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.

"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good

her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"

you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.

"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.

wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.

the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.

wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.

"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.

wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.

she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."

wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.

"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.

she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.

"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.

the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.

"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.

when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.

her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.

you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.

your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.

after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.

you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.

"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.

you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.

you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.

wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.

"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.

"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.

she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.

wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.

when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.

"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.

"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.

"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.

you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"

"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth

"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.

"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.

"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.

you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.

you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?

"nothing. i just- i definitely need to let you top more often."

[yrthr]

☾ COLD SHOULDERS ; PARK GUNWOOK

gunwook masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.975k

➛ genre ; angst - fluff ➛ warning ; cursing , mentions of food

🎧— sorry this took so long anddd i think i also got carried away with this one..

the tension in the living room was intolerable. the rectangle room which was once considered a safe haven turned into some kind of war-zone.

snarky remarks with raised voices and the added passive aggressiveness bounced off the four brick walls and into the emotions of the couple sitting on the couch.

“ it’s not my fault you were scolded today. “

“ and ? how does that play into this right now , you clearly knew i was in a bad mood and you still couldn’t let me cool off. “

“ i just asked you to eat the dinner i prepared. i literally spoke three words. “

gunwook let out an annoyed ‘ tsk ‘ , rolling his eyes and he stared holes into the electronic device he was suddenly so interested in.

“ no one asked you to prepare it , god you’re so naggy. “

as if his actions weren’t enough to full the bubbling anger in you , the absolute ungratefulness was the breaking point.

“ …fuck you. “

leaving the couch in a huff you grabbed the necessities for the night and threw them in the guest room , slamming the door shut.

the next day rolled around after a rather unsettling sleep. out of habit you reached out your hand to the other side of the bed before realising the person that usually greets you every morning was no where in sight.

you sighed out of frustration and a slight hint of embarrassment as well.

ding !

the rectangular device vibrated on the white sink , which almost caused it to fall off the curved edge. somehow the spidy sense in you managed to catch it in time , a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

with a toothbrush half sticking out of you mouth and toothpaste smothered around your lips you smiled at the silly conversation with your friend.

‘ y/n bbg wna watch the little mermaid today ? my treat. ‘

‘ now ? ‘

‘ starts in 3 hours , meet me for lunch at coex. ‘

‘ ight thanks sugar mommy. ‘

after putting on a comfortable outfit for the day and one last quick comb of your hair you begrudgingly opened the door dreading the thought of seeing the culprit of all your anger from the previous night.

‘ out the door at last , ‘ you thought , ‘ never have i ever been this happy to get out of the house. ‘

the day out definitely cheered boosted the once sour mood and took your mind off the problem. movie , arcade games and even a spontaneous aquarium trip also ripped that bank account. [ me fr ]

“ are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your apartment lobby ? “

“ nah i wanna hit the convenience store anyways , see you at school. “

“ see you , and do your homework. “

“ bye mother. “

you watched as the silver car drove off leaving you walking towards the said convenience store.

picking up the ramen package and a drink you considered getting a snack for gunwook as well.

‘ he can get his own shit. ‘ the little devil sitting on your shoulder whispered into your ear.

click click click !

ah… home sweet home.

the empty bundled up plastic bag served as a coaster for the cold drink , the seasoning scattered across the counter and the open packet of noodles , together with its consumer , waited rather impatiently for the water to boil.

“ where did you go ? “

a voice came from the hallway which its owner came crawling out of the darkness right after.

he walked into the light of the kitchen with disheveled hair and hands behind his back staring at the floor.

a spark of annoyance rushed through your veins as you fought an internal battle to not roll your eyes at the sheer sound of his voice.

ding !

saved.

saved by the water boiler of all things.

you turned your back to him suddenly being extremely invested into the process of preparing ramen.

a few shuffles were heard behind you and a small ‘ sorry ‘ before the soft sound of the door closing caused a surge of relief.

you did feel bad for ignoring him but the small grudge you held against him plus the added pettiness constantly persuaded you that ignorance was the best solution.

the next few days played out about the same way.

to you it was an internal conflict of whether to forgive him now or carry on with this silence.

but to gunwook this was his version of hell.

arguments rarely happen.

small ones , sure but they were solved in about five minutes he couldn’t bare to see you upset over his actions. [ even if it wasn’t his fault ]

he’s tried almost everything he could think of , trying to strike up conversations with dumb questions , leaving food on the table for you after a long day of school which he’d hide in the hallway and take a quick glance or two to see if you’d eat it.

bringing you water while you’re locked up in your room even organising the mess on your desk hoping you’d notice and say something.

but you were still ignoring him.

gunwook was at his breaking point.

and so once again today you came back home from a tiring day of school ready to retreat into the guest room for some much needed youtube when you were suddenly engulfed into a warm embrace.

one at you shared with a certain someone.

“ im sorry.. please stop ignoring me. “

he muttered and muzzled himself into your collarbone while practically squeezing you against himself.

“ sorry too i should’ve just let you cooled off before saying anything. “

he shook his head and you felt tears trickle down.

“ its my fault… im sorryy “

you felt his grip tighten which made you instinctively chuckle and ruffle his hair.

“ don’t cry you big baby. “

“ im not ! “

he whined but made no effort to stop or wipe his tears away.

“ yeah yeah sure you aren’t babe. “

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©️ yrthr 2023

[jojosbizzarewife]

Cooking Headcanons

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Who cooks with you

Jonathan

more often just wants to keep you company in the kitchen while you cook, he will chop all vegetables at least

William Zeppeli

Caesar

was always good at cooking, gets competitive about it when Joseph comes around, and always offers to show off his cooking skills just for you

Avdol

insists on being the taste tester

Polnareff

Koichi

Narancia

a surprisingly good cook

Giorno

wonderful baker, expect extravagant baking dates every Valentines Day

Ghiaccio

loves cooking with his s/o, loves to try new protein snacks and drinks together

Formaggio

Jolyne

loves to try whatever recipes are trending (basque cheesecake is her favourite)

F.F

Funny Valentine

buys you both cute couple themed aprons

Johnny

Norisuke

on sundays, he meal preps lunch and dinner for the week. Family Rule "if you don't help, you make your own meals that week"

Mamezuku

Who cooks for you

Speedwagon

Erina

Suzy Q

the original Italian grandmother - cooks for everyone

Joseph

insists on cooking for you, it's not good, he's going to try again, you're not leaving until he makes something you like

Okuyasu

doesn't cook well, but does cook for you - Pancake Sundays are a must

Tonio

Bruno

loves to make you his family recipes, always tells you the family history of the dish

Mista

Prosciutto

(inspiration for this post)

Risotto

also an Italian grandmother, for a giant he is pretty smooth in the kitchen

Weather Report

Hermes

Mountain Tim

Lucy

loves to pack little lunches for you both, will purposefully make them as embarassing as possible, includes a sweet note in each lunch

Yasuho

Who can't cook

Dio

Kakyoin

Jotaro

can only cook instant noodles - makes really good instant noodles

Josuke

will not cook, will always opt for takeout

Rohan

Fugo

instantly HANGRY, too angry to cook

Abbacchio

says he can do the basics (he can make cereal)

Illuso

gets bored easily and will either burn or undercook the food - you will probably get food poisoning

Melone

Anasui

Gyro

useless ass himbo cowboy I'll be your mommy

Ringo Roadagain

Gappy

I wouldn't even trust him to microwave popcorn

[writer-rubes]

Two Magical Friends

A FNAF:SB AU fanfic

Notes: Before I go in- hi. First writing piece on the page? Cool. Sorry to those who prefer AO3, but honestly I have friends there who don’t know about this fandom, so- Guess I’m putting my self indulgent stuff here!

Also, big thanks to @ayyy-imma-ninja for giving me the power to do this. Seriously, you have unleashed a monster /j I decided to start simple, with an AU that I’ve seen a lot on your page, and one that I love!

Anyways, enough stalling. Let’s hop in with a little bit of wholesome fluff!

The Fairy AU Sun and Moon belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja

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Julia has always believed in fairies. She watched every animated movie featuring them known to man, she has countless fairy dolls, all she draws are fairies, and a lot of her clothes are what she imagines that fairies wear. She loved fairies, and always wanted to see one and become it’s friend.

The rest of her family kept thinking she was getting a bit too intense with her belief in fairies. She was six years old and her obsession has not died down. They would have thought it would have gone down a little, but no. Her obsession had only grown with her. Every day, she left a small bowl of candy outside in the backyard, thinking it would lure fairies in. Her mother kept telling her to stop since it attracted wasps, but she kept doing it. She was determined to lure in a fairy.

One afternoon, Julia was following her mother around, trying to convince her to take her with the family to the aquarium, which was where her mother and father were going.

“I’m sorry, Julia. But we’re going there to write a newspaper article on it, so we get free access. We tried to get them to let you come too, but they wouldn’t allow it. The only way to get you in is to buy you a ticket, and we can’t afford it right now.”

“But, Mommy!”

“I swear, I’ll take you once we get paid for the article. We’ll be back tonight. There’s leftover noodles in the fridge if you get hungry, sweetheart. I love you. Oh, and one more thing.” She bent down and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Clean up that candy bowl you left in the backyard. It attracts wasps.”

Her parents left the house, and Julia watched with a sad expression as their car left the driveway, and disappeared down the street. She huffed, and sat on the floor. Why did her parents always get to go out into town and do a bunch of cool stuff, while she just had to sit at home? It wasn’t fair! Oh well, at least she could put on whatever movie she wanted.

But she remembered she had to clean that candy bowl outside. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe the only thing her candy bowl attracted was wasps, not fairies. But she couldn’t give up. Maybe fairies just didn’t like candy? There had to be something else they liked, or maybe they were just scared!

Julia walked to the door to her backyard. She wondered what she could to get a fairy to trust her, since all the stories she heard said fairies liked sweet things. She walked to the edge of the backyard, near her mother’s flower bed. She put the candy bowl there since fairies were also said to love flowers. Strange. It was summer, but she didn’t see any wasps. Normally she saw a few swarming nearby the candy bowl. Instead…

There was a faint glow inside the bowl.

She felt a rush of hope inside of her. Could it be? She bent down to the ground, trying to peek inside without potentially scaring whatever was in there. Her eyes practically began to glimmer with excitement when she realized what she saw.

Not one, but two fairies inside the bowl.

One of them was yellow, like a sunflower. They had petal like rays on their head, and two different colored eyes. They were wearing an interesting looking outfit, with ruffles along their neck, and fingerless gloves. Their wings were shimmering with gold, and had a sun mark on each of them.

The other one looked almost like the complete opposite. They were blue, and part of their face was covered in black. They also had two different colored eyes, and a hat with a star pattern, and a little bell at the end of it. They also wore similar clothes to the other, with ruffles on their neck. However, theirs looked more like a robe than the other’s. Their wings were a beautiful blue, resembling the wings of a moth.

“Brother, we should hurry.” The blue one whispered. “It’s nice that someone left this candy out here, but we can’t stay for long. I saw a cat in that house, and they might let it out, and it could chase us.

The yellow one just laughed. “Don’t worry, brother. That cat hasn’t been outside! Just the other day I saw it sleeping by the window! It can’t hurt us from there!”

Julia was practically frozen in awe. She had always imagined what fairies looked like. They never looked like the ones she was staring at, but she felt her dreams coming true, right then and there. It was then that the blue one finally noticed her.

“Uh… Brother?”

“What?”

The yellow one turned around, and both made eye contact with me. Both of them yelped and backed away toward the edge of the bowl. They clung to each other.

“Oh my goodness… Real fairies!” Julia cried in excitement. Her family wasn’t home, so she couldn’t tell them. But now, she had the chance to befriend them! Two of them! She smiled brightly at them.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She said, noticing their scared expressions. “I just wanna be friends! I love fairies! And I knew leaving candy out would lure one in, but two? This is amazing!”

Both of them seemed to calm down a little after Julia finished talking. They could tell she wasn’t going to harm them. She was just excited. The yellow one gently let go of the blue one, and approached the edge of the bowl, facing Julia.

“You left this for us?” The yellow fairy asked. His voice seemed to also be accompanied with the sound of bells.

“Yes, I did!” Julia squealed. “My mommy doesn’t always like it, since it lures in wasps, too.”

The blue one decided to follow his brother, and stood by the bowl’s edge as well.

“Who… are you?” He asked, still sounding defensive. His voice was accompanied with what sounded like the notes of a music box.

“Oh, right, you don’t know my name! I’m Julia!” She giggled a bit. “It’s nice to meet you two!”

The yellow one couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Julia’s smile had a mix of adult and baby teeth, with a single gap from the most recent tooth she lost. She seemed incredibly friendly. It reminded them both of an old friend of theirs. Being immortal, they met many humans, but only two meant the most to them. A little girl like Julia, and a kind old lady… The yellow one cleared his throat.

“I’m Sun, and this is my brother, Moon!” The yellow fairy exclaimed, gently grabbing his brother’s shoulder. Julia giggled. She liked the names, and thought they were fitting.

Moon just waved to her. Though she was nice, he didn’t quite trust her yet. Or rather, he didn’t want to let himself trust her. She reminded him of that little girl they were close with, but… He didn’t want to feel like he was replacing her. No one could. Especially not this one.

Julia wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. It was incredibly hot and humid, and there were a few wasps starting to congregate. She smiled at the two fairies.

“My mommy says I need to bring in the candy bowl. It lures in wasps… If you two need to go, it’s okay.”

Sun and Moon glanced to each other. Moon shook his head briefly, but Sun gently whispered something to him. After a minute, they both nodded. Sun turned to Julia.

“We can stay a little longer. If you want to go in, we could hide in your pockets or something!”

Julia’s face lit up. These fairies wanted to spend time with her? She could have sworn this was a dream. She quickly held up her arm and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t. The prick she felt confirmed that she wasn’t dreaming at all. This was real.

“Oh, thank you! My family’s not home, and they won’t be until tonight!”

She gently lifted up the candy bowl, and rushed away from the flower bed, and the gathering wasps. She went inside the cool house, feeling her body temperature return to normal. She looked inside the bowl, and she smiled seeing Sun and Moon still eating the candy left in the bowl. Instead of walking to the kitchen, she took the bowl upstairs to her room. She paused for one moment, turning her head to look at the room adjacent to her’s. Her smile faded for a moment, but it perked back up when she walked to her room.

The walls were painted a light lavender, the floor had a heart shaped carpet in rainbow colors, there were glowing star stickers on the ceiling, and there were numerous pictures on the walls. There was a white desk in front of the window, with pink and blue curtains dawning them. Her bed also had those same color bedsheets. There was a toy chest by her desk, and a closet by her bed. It was a lovely room, perfect for a six year old.

“You have a really nice room!” Sun told her.

“Thank you, Sun! Daddy painted the walls, and my brother made the desk!” Julia frowned slightly when she mentioned her brother, but she smiled again as she set the bowl down on the desk.

Both brothers got out of the bowl. Sure, they could have gotten out at any time, but they appreciated the free ride. They unfurled their wings, and flew around the room, observing everything. Moon was fascinated with the doll Julia had on her bed, and Sun was interested in some of the books on her shelf by the desk.

“Julia?” Moon asked. “Where did you get this doll?”

“Oh…” Julia went over, and sat down on the bed. “My mommy made it. Well, the clothes at least. My brother got the doll itself. I had it since I was a baby.”

“Does your mother make clothes for dolls all the time?” Moon asked.

“No, not really.” Julia answered. “She used to make clothes for dolls, but stopped after something bad happened to her. The clothes for my doll were the last ones she made.”

“Hey, Julia!” Sun called, getting Julia’s attention. She and Moon went over to where Sun was.

“I noticed when you mentioned your brother, you got a little sad. Did… something happen?” Julia wasn’t expecting such a personal question, but she could answer.

“My brother was years older than me. He was my hero. But he disappeared a couple years ago to stop some really bad guys. A year ago, Mommy got a letter saying he won’t ever come back.” Her smile faded entirely. She missed her brother. Sun flew up to her face.

“Hey, it’s okay! He’s still here in your heart! Isn’t that what’s important?” He asked, trying to make her feel better.

“Yeah, but… he can’t hug me in my heart…” Julia whispered.

Moon frowned slightly, feeling bad that they opened a wound for her. They knew how it felt to lose people they cared about. Being immortal, they outlived many human friends, especially the ones they loved most.

“But we can hug you!” Sun assured her. “Here, I got the perfect cure for that frowny face of yours!”

Julia looked at him, and saw he was holding a little pile of golden dust. He took a breath, and blew it in her face. She squeaked, and coughed slightly, before she sneezed. What was that stuff? She then realized… she wasn’t sad anymore. In fact, the smile that Sun liked was back on her face. She started to giggle.

“What did you do?” She asked through her giggles.

“That’s my magic, silly!” Sun explained. “My fairy dust can make people happy! Sure, we fairies help nature in our own ways, but I love spreading my fairy dust and curing people’s bad days!” Julia let out a soft squeal as she felt Sun nuzzle into her neck. It felt incredibly ticklish.

“I agree with Sun.” Moon piped up, and he also nuzzled into her neck, liking the sound of her laughter. “Your brother is still here in your heart. As long as you love him, he’s always here!” Julia kept giggling as both brothers worked to make her happy again.

After a minute, they let her be, and the dust’s effect wore off. Julia’s giggles died down, and she smiled brightly at the brothers.

“That was fun! I always dreamed of having fairy friends, and now there are two of them right in front of me!”

Sun smiled at her. “You bet!”

Moon smiled as well. “I have a feeling we’ll be coming back here a lot more.”

Julia laughed a little. “My mommy and daddy still don’t come home for a while… Do you guys wanna play?”

A bright smile stayed on her face as the fairy boys nodded.

Julia had a blast playing with the two fairies. Though they were much smaller than her, she found many ways to play with them. Hide and seek, tea parties, drawing, and playing tag. Julia didn’t have any real friends, so having two fairy ones gave her happiness she couldn’t describe. Sun and Moon were also having fun. They hadn’t bonded with a human like this in a long time. They could sense that Julia was kind of lonely, so they wanted to fill that gap. Besides… She reminded them of that little girl they were close with. In a way… it was like reliving that.

It started getting dark after a while, and she could see Sun was getting tired. Moon also had to begin his duties soon, so they had to go home.

Julia seemed to understand, and she opened the window for them.

“Thank you for being my friends!” Julia told them. “If you ever wanna play again, I’ll leave my window open… with a bowl of candy right beside it!” Both fairies laughed.

“We’re looking forward to it.” Moon whispered.

“Bye, Julia.” Both fairies said at the same time. They both flew out the window, disappearing into the night. Julia kept her window open, smiling as she felt the cool summer air on her face. She heard the noise of a car pull up. She gasped, and ran downstairs to greet her parents. When they came in the door, she hugged them tightly.

“Hey there, kiddo.” Her father said. “How was your day?”

“It was amazing!” Julia cried. “I saw fairies! Real fairies! They were so pretty and nice!” Both her parents laughed.

“Sounds lovely, Julia.” Her mother told her. They didn’t believe her at all, but since she was a little girl, they played along. Her mother went to the kitchen to start making dinner, and her father went to finish their report.

Julia just couldn’t stop smiling. She looked down at her dress, and saw a little bit of gold glitter still on it.

“I knew they were real.”

[chenfordspiral]

ch. 40 - baby snuggles and unwanted surprises

More of the first few days of Tim and Lucy being new parents, and having a few visitors over (not all of them are welcome).

February 6-7, 2027

Lunch goes rather smoothly with no crying until almost the very end when Evie decides that the only arms she wants to be in right now are mommy’s, and Tim ends up feeding Lucy the last few bites of her food while she snuggles their baby. Tamara leaves some time around three to meet up with friends and to give Lucy and Tim some much needed and deserved quality time alone with Evie.

Most of their day is spend with more baby snuggles, keeping her fed and happy, and an endless amount of diaper and onesie changes. It’s already dark outside when Tim manages to convince a very reluctant Lucy to let Evie sleep in her baby nest for a little while so she can get some sleep as well, and keeps himself busy by getting their things squared away and stocking up the downstairs bathroom with postpartum essentials for Lucy after ordering some stuff so he can prepare some pads with aloe vera and stick them in the freezer tomorrow.

With everything going on, he’d only now remembered that Lucy’s midwife had mentioned the benefits of ice pads, in whatever form they came, during recovery. Lucy had gotten a few in the hospital, but they had been very uncomfortable for her so she didn’t bother taking them home. Hopefully the homemade version would be a bit more pleasant and actually helpful for her.

They migrate upstairs to the bedroom after Evie’s awake again, and get everything set up for their first night at home with her. At some point Tim remembers that they should probably eat some dinner as well and quickly makes some chicken noodle soup and adds a grilled cheese for Lucy (of course made with cheddar, one of the only cheeses she can eat that won’t cause any issues). And if he thought cravings stopped with the end of Lucy’s pregnancy, he was wrong. Because only an hour later, she’s craving pancakes with strawberries and maple syrup.

“How are you hungry again?” Tim chuckles fondly.

“I’m breastfeeding; it takes a lot of energy to make milk for her. And I really need something sweet right now.”

And he can’t argue with that. She’s literally producing food for their child in her chest, he’ll make her anything she wants to eat at any time. And he even gets a few bites of pancake too, and who could ever be mad about that?

It takes both of them some time to actually fall asleep despite the exhaustion they’re both feeling, but neither can really stop looking at Evie, like they both just need to process that this is all actually real, that their daughter is really here now and sound asleep in her bassinet next to Lucy’s side of the bed.

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[ravenromanova]

What dating them would be like:

Hi! i just wanted to do this little blurb for what i think it would be like to date Wanda, Bucky or Nat :) I will be posting soon once this cold goes the fuckkkkk away! Anyways i love y’all and i hope you have a good day! ❤️🖤

What dating Bucky would be like ✪:

~ He didn’t admit he had feelings for you til he got drunk one night on Thors asgardian mead. So when he did admit it he was slurring his words and stumbled over his feet. But when he got the words out it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.

~ Once he was sober the next day he re-said his words to you and properly asked you out with breakfast in bed.

~ He likes when you really aloud stories from the 40’s to him.

~ Loves when you braid or just play with his hair.

~ Always has to be touching you in some way (ie: Holding your hand, His hand on your thigh, Gently brushing against you etc)

~ He takes you in a date night every friday unless he has a mission or vice versa.

~ He is extremely overprotective of you out in public and on missions.

~ Always tends to your wounds before his.

~Impromptu dancing in the living room to 40’s music.

~ Asks you to help him polish his metal arm.

~OBSESSED with your thighs and tits.

~ Has a mommy kink that comes out after a long and hard mission.

~ Loves to confess his love for you whenever he can.

~ Adores your smile and laugh.

~You’re the only one he will listen to on the field.

~ Major dominance kink!

~ Loves calling you endearing nicknames (Doll, Sweetheart, Sugar, Peach, Babydoll, Sweets, Love, Baby, Honey, Princess)

~ Speaks to you in russian even though you don’t understand it.

~ He is the only one ‘allowed’ to train with you other then the girls on the team (a male agent got too close for comfort one time)

~ Helps you through your panic attacks by wrapping you in a blanket and holding you close while whispering words of affirmation in your ear.

~ Buys you little things that make him think of you.

~ Always comes home with flowers for you.

~ When your sick he makes you chicken noodle soup and babies you til you feel better.

~ Takes care of you on your period (runs you a bubble bath, gets you a heating pad, cuddles you etc)

~ Loves dressing up with you for halloween.

What dating Wanda would be like ᗢ:

~ She asked you out after she saw you flirt with Maria hill at one of Tony’s parties. She took you outside and confessed her love for you underneath the moonlight.

~ She loves to watch sitcoms with you and relive her childhood.

~ Tells you stories of her growing up and what life was like in her country.

~ She is always cooking and she makes some of the best things you’ve ever had.

~ Loves to play with your hair while you’re cuddling.

~ Will use her magic to calm you if you’re having a bad day, nightmare etc.

~ Is quick to defend you if you mess up even if it’s your fault.

~ Checks up on you regularly on comms during missions.

~ Calls you nicknames in russian and english all the time.

~ When you’re having a bad day she turns on your favorite movie,gives you hot chocolate and cuddles you til you fall asleep.

~ Takes you on mini dates throughout the week.

~ When your sick she makes you chicken paprikash, Gives you medicine regardless of your protests, Makes you your favorite dessert to cheer you up.

~ Loves to shower you in affection and gifts.

~ Gets really excited when you ask her to decorate for christmas.

~ Bought you a kitten for your six month anniversary just because the kitten was cute.

~ Uses her magic to soothe your cramps on your period along with running you a bath, making your favorite meal and endless cuddles.

~ Tries to convince you to stay in bed all day everyday.

~ Is in love with your boobs (she uses them as a stress reliever)

~ Is a soft dom but when you make her made that’s when she gets really dominant.

~ Asks to do matching couples costumes for halloween.

What dating Natasha would be like ⧗:

~ She asked you out after you got hurt on a mission where you nearly died and told you she couldn’t bear the thought of you dying without knowing how she feels about you.

~ Hated physical touch until she met you.

~ Teaches you russian so you two can have private conversations.

~ Won’t let you go on a mission if she isn’t there just in case you get hurt.

~ Shoots daggers through her eyes if someone gets to close.

~ Extremely protective of you.

~ Got you a german shepherd to help with your mental health.

~ Would rather cuddle and stay in bed then do any work.

~ When you’re having a panic attack she wraps herself around you and plays with your hair while telling you how much she loves you.

~ She loves to be lovey dovey with you at all times which takes everyone off guard all the time.

~ Asks you to show her all your favorite movies even if they are stupid.

~ Treats you like a princess when you’re sick or on your period.

~ Tells you everyday that she plans on marrying you.

~ Takes you on motorcycle rides at night to look at the moon and stars together.

~ Bought an apartment six months after y’all were together so you two could have your own space.

~ Loves cooking for you even though she’s not the best (like at all)

~ Asks you to take ballet lessons with her.

~ MAJOR mommy kink that you found out about after you accidentally called her that and she went feral.

~ Is surprisingly really dominant in bed.

~ Braids your hair for you before missions.

~ Takes you on a date every saturday.

~ Had you meet her other family a year after dating just in case they scared you off.

~ Literally cannot be away from you at all.

~ Thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and never fails to let you know.

~ Likes to take you hiking in secluded areas so it’s just you two.

~~end~~

Hi babies! I’m so sorry i haven’t actually posted anything in a while. I got hit with major writers block and then i got really sick and i’m still recovering. But i swear i will have the next part of “is it really you?” out soon along with a bunch of other fun stuff! Thank you so much for being so patient with me. I love y’all so much 🖤❤️

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[tangpings]

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ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤHallo, I'm Yurie, an autistic dissasociative neet girl. My disorders will influence my interactions so here they are: autism, bpd, did, schizophrenia, + paraphilias. I'm chinese german and jewish, currently living in US but going to study abroad in japan. I smoke weed, play games, collect figures, and live off pad thai ⚢ I'm a 地雷女 landmind girl, don't step on me

My...

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➪ ︴hates : talking to people face to face, politics, overeating, puritans

➪ ︴games : uma musu, fortnite, elden ring, persona, reverse 1999, isekai slow life

➪ ︴ watching : chainsaw man, uma musume, horror movies, true crime, idols

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﹒﹒﹒﹒⤿ I neeeeeeeed to win the lottery....

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[awkwardlyfangirly]

Would. Would you consider a part two to the dad donnie fic????? Bc I’m crying in the club rn

first of all omgosh i really appreciate u asking this and liking the story it means a lot to me :)) I hope you'll enjoy this part 2!

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ aged up ~ Donatello x pregnant female reader ~ one child, a son named Damian ~ contains references to pregnancy-related nausea and vomiting <3

in which Damian causes a small, accidentally-on-purpose disaster in Donnie's lab. part 2.

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When you groggily stagger out of Damian’s room in the morning, you glance over at the door to Donnie’s lab. It’s still closed. Soundproofed, lightproofed; you won’t be able to tell if he’s inside without going in. And he won’t like it if you go in.

You poke around the house even though you know he’s in the lab. He’s not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, not in the bedroom, not in the backyard, not in the office. He’s in the lab.

Still in the lab.

He’s been in there all night, you know. Not sleeping. Just working. Working, working, working, his fingers busy and his eyes twitching.

You bite at your fingernails and go into the kitchen.

Damian’s still asleep, quiet and peaceful in his bed -- he’s always been a good sleeper, even as a little baby.

You walk yourself into the kitchen and turn on the coffeemaker. You don’t drink coffee anymore, yourself, because of the pregnancy, but Donnie still does. Donnie drinks three cups every morning. You tell him he should just get more sleep instead. He says that he’s too busy to sleep. You say that if he stopped drinking so much coffee, he’d probably feel the need to get more sleep. He says why deny the world his genius by sleeping?

You scoop the coffee grounds into the coffeemaker.

Thankfully, the smell of coffee hasn’t started to bother you. If it did, you don’t know what you’d do. Donnie drinks a lot of coffee.

You watch the coffeemaker gurgle and a rush of nausea hits you like a sack full of wet noodles. You whimper loudly and gingerly make your way to the bathroom, where you sweat and dry heave over the toilet for a few minutes until the nausea has passed a bit. Gosh, this baby is making you a lot more sick than Damian ever did.

You groan deeply and cough, but there's nothing inside of you. You curl in pain around the toilet bowl and put your forehead against the disgusting toilet seat itself, just to try to feel something nice for once. It’s cool, and refreshing, but also disgusting. You're disgusted with the toilet seat. You're disgusted with yourself. Gosh, you're disgusted with yourself.

The thought doesn’t help your nausea.

You hear tiny feet pattering into the bathroom, and look up to see your son standing in the doorway. His forehead is crinkled.

“Mommy?” he says.

“Dami,” you say, putting your head back down on the toilet. You breathe hard for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He’s keeping a safe distance.

You hold out a thumbs-up. “Peachy keen, baby.”

He crinkles his forehead and patters away.

You should follow him. To keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble. But your head is swimming and your mouth is full of sweet sweet sick saliva.

You put your head back down on the toilet seat.

After another few minutes the nausea passes. You stand up slowly. The baby shifts in your stomach. This is new, the shifting, the fluttering; it only started about a couple days ago.

You put a hand on your stomach and the baby kicks again. It’s been getting somewhat stronger and somewhat more active already. More than Damian ever was, at least.

You move to the kitchen, carefully, the nausea still lingering teasingly. Wanna play? it laughs, and you just try to ignore it.

Damian is on the floor, eating star-shaped crackers from his snack cabinet. You sit down next to him, and eat some crackers too.

“Where's Daddy?” Damian asks, quietly, shoving an entire fistful of crackers into his mouth.

“In his lab,” you say, already sick of crackers. You eat the three you still have in your palm and brush the dust off of your hands.

Damian doesn’t respond. You can feel the anxiety radiating off of him.

“Is he mad?” he asks, quietly.

“I don’t know,” you say. He’s definitely mad. But you haven't talked to him since last night. So you still have room to hope.

“He’s mad for sure,” Damian says. He stands up and puts the star crackers back into his snack cabinet. “He hates me now. I hate me too.”

“Dami. He doesn’t hate you.”

“Of course he does. I went into his lab and I crushed his things.”

“But he doesn’t hate you. People do things that make you mad, and things that make you really mad, and really really really mad, but that doesn’t mean that you hate them. It’s a very big thing to hate someone.”

“He hates me. I killed his lab. I killed his machines.”

“Dami -- ”

You’re right. Donnie doesn’t hate his son. He’s just really, really, really mad. He’s in his lab, still repairing his son’s damage from last night. And his wife’s.

His hands are working with the tech, the crushed machinery, the microchips and scrap metal, soldering and repairing and rebuilding. His mind is busy with his wife’s news.

Pregnant.

Another baby. Another baby.

He can barely handle just one baby! Look at what he’s done to him. Look at how he’d screamed at him last night. The hurt and anger in his son’s eyes. And what his wife had said to him -- that Damian had broken his things because he was upset that he wasn’t spending more time with him. Or -- not even ‘not spending enough time with him’. Just ‘not paying enough attention to him.’

Damian is right. Donnie doesn’t pay enough attention to him. He is a bad dad. He is a horrible father. Ugh! Horrible! Horrible! He yells at his son and ignores his son and treats him so badly! Like he doesn’t want him! But he doesn’t!! He doesn’t want a child!! He’d never wanted a child!! And he doesn’t want ANOTHER child!! He’ll be even WORSE with two children, he knows!!

He loves Damian. He does. He really really does. So, so, so much. More than he loves his wife; more than he loves his dad; more than he loves his brothers; more than he loves his lab and all the tech in it, even. But that doesn’t mean that he’s cut out for parenthood, at least not as much as you seem to be. You kiss booboos and brush hair and fly spoonfuls of peas through the air and you just seem to sparkle when you're around children. You just seem to thrive.

Donnie doesn’t.

Not like his wife. Not like his sisters-in-law. Not like his brothers. Not like Leo. No, not like Leo.

Donnie is the odd man out. The weird, cold, odd man out. Look at how stiffly he holds his son. Look at how coldly he speaks to him. Who let this man become a father? Why is he a father?

But Leo? Leo throws his children into the air and blows raspberries on their soft warm bellies and tells bad jokes to them and ruffles their hair in a way that makes them squeal with glee and run back and forth happily. He does it to his own children, and he does it to Donnie's, and Donnie is left staring at the ceiling at night, staring, staring, staring, listening to that emptiness inside of him. Why is he so bad at this? Why is he so bad at this??

A disappointment, he’ll whisper to himself, silently in the dark. You're a disappointment. She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn't deserve you.

And he'll turn his head and look at you, asleep next to him. Your mouth wide open and drooling, your cheeks pressed sloppily against the pillow, and you'll grunt and roll over and whisper "don't take the orange, schmitty, I'm warning you," and then wake up for a moment and grumble angrily and drink an entire glass of water from the bedside table and then fall asleep again, mouth as wide and drooly as ever.

You don’t deserve him.

And he’ll touch the side of your neck and feel your pulse under his fingertips.

You'd grown a child inside your body. A child. A perfect little mixture of him and yourself, and it looked up at Donnie with so much adoration in its tiny eyes and all he could offer it was quantum physics and robot assistants and hurt feelings.

Gosh, he hurt his feelings. He'd say something and Damian would stare silently at him and then he'd find him sitting motionless behind a couch or crying loudly in his mother's arms or just glaring up at him the next time Donnie walked by. Donnie hurt his feelings, the poor baby. And you tried to help, his poor wife. Try to think more about how he’s feeling, you'd suggest, and Donnie would curl his fingers against his shorts and tell you that he was trying. He was trying. He'd never tried so hard in his life.

He is a bad dad. A bad father. You don’t deserve him, and Damian doesn’t deserve him, and your new baby doesn’t deserve him.

So these are the sweet, pleasant thoughts circling through Donnie’s mind as he works on his broken tech with stiff, shaky hands.

He twists a piece of metal too far and it cracks under his gaze. He gasps and slaps his hand down on the table, hard.

Where's his wife?! He misses his wife. No he doesn’t. He’s not good enough for you. He shouldn’t go near you. But he misses you. He misses you. You always manage to calm him down somehow.

He breaks two more pieces of metal before giving up. He digs his fingers into the hard surface of the table and puts his head down for a second. Then he stands up, and leaves the lab, and goes looking for his wife.

You’re walking out of the kitchen, a tumbler of coffee in your hand, and you stop in your tracks when you see him.

“Donnie! Good morning!”

There are dark patches under his eyes and his feet are scuffing and he blinks slowly at you. Oh, he’s been up all night.

You hold out the tumbler.

“This is for you.”

He takes it and sips. It’s been carefully manufactured to be just how he likes it. Just for him. His fingers tighten against the smooth metal.

“Thank you,” he croaks, and clears his voice. It’s been a while since he’s talked.

You smile awkwardly and back up, back into the kitchen.

“You want any breakfast?” you ask. Your voice cracks twice.

“Yeah,” he says, already opening the fridge. He reaches for his flavorless juice, and you lean back against the counter affectionately.

“I love you,” you say. You forgot about the awkwardness of last night for a moment, and then it comes back to you suddenly, and you shut your mouth tightly.

Donnie looks over at you. You're leaning back against the counter, and your stomach is stretching out against the fabric of your shirt, and you're looking at him with wide uncomfortable eyes and so much affection etched into the crease of your eyebrows.

He closes the fridge again and leans against the island, right across from you.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I really do try my best.”

“I know,” you say, softly.

You stand in silence for a moment.

“He thinks you hate him,” you whisper, nodding towards Damian. He’s coloring at the kitchen table.

Donnie stares at his son. He clenches and unclenches his fists.

And then he walks past you to the kitchen table. There are crayons scattered all over the smooth wooden surface. Damian stares at the paper as his dad approaches.

Donnie clears his throat and crouches next to his son.

“Damian?”

“Hm?”

Donnie takes a deep breath and rubs at his arms. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he says. “It… it wasn’t nice.”

“It’s okay,” Damian says. “I’m sorry I went into your lab, and broke your things. It wasn’t nice to do. I was just very mad. And I did something bad because of it.”

“Me too,” Donnie says, awkwardly.

They finally look at each other.

“I’m still mad at you,” Donnie says, “because you did do something you weren’t allowed to, and you did break all my things. But I don’t hate you. And I forgive you.”

“I forgive you,” Damian says, “for yelling.”

Hug it out.

And Donnie awkwardly opens his arms towards his son, and Damian stares for a moment before awkwardly leaning forward to accept the hug.

You squeak in the kitchen and turn in a circle with joy and awkwardness and your baby flutters in your stomach.

“Come feel the baby,” you want to say, but you look at Damian and Donnie still hugging at the kitchen table and you decide that it can wait for a bit.

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Warning you all NOW - this is purely fluff ‘n smut. Talks about babies, breeding kink (?) and tooth-rotting sweetness.

Thanks for your patience while I’ve been out of town! I’ve got two more requests for these two I’m wrapping up, so if you’ve been waiting to drop one in my inbox - go ahead!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 26: Baby Broccoli

“Mommy loves you,” Gina said, dropping one last kiss down to Rosie’s head. The little girl was sitting on Vanessa’s hip, her thumb in her mouth and her blankie in her other hand. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” she reassured.

“We’re going to have fun, aren’t we Ro?” Vanessa asked, giving the 16-month-old a little bounce.

Ro nodded delicately before resting her little head against Vanessa’s shoulder.

“Say ‘bye Mama,’” Vanessa cooed. Ro lifted a hand to wave goodbye to her Mama before Gina disappeared. “What should we do first, huh? Have a little snack?” Vanessa asked, gently bouncing into the kitchen. She slotted Rosie down into her high chair before turning to the fridge where Carmen had already portioned out most of Rosie’s meals for her visit into little glass containers. “What did Uncle Carm put together for us, huh?” She narrated while Rosie kicked her legs in the high chair.

Between Rosie and Lily, and their own future plans, they already had most things that they’d need to watch the girls – a high chair, pack ‘n play, crib and about a hundred toys that all dominated the second guest room’s closet when not being used.

Pulling out a little glass container, she uncovered it to reveal little wells filled with crushed blueberries and raspberries, roasted turkey, cheese cubes and avocado slices.

“Isn’t Uncle Carm the best?” She asked, setting the container down on the tray in front of the baby, glad it suctioned to the plastic. The two ladies enjoyed their lunches together, Rosie even getting a bite of Vanessa’s warmed mac ‘n cheese, before they moved on to play time.

Rosie’s current obsession was her Goodnight Veggies book, along with her stuffed ear of corn and broccoli plushes.

“Nom, nom, nom,” Vanessa pretended to chew on the broccoli, “yum, yum, yum,” she continued, causing a loud squeal to rip out of Rosie. They pushed forward with their play, Rosie showing interest in pulling herself up to push her walking board that lit up and made noise.

After not too long, she was ready for a small bottle ahead of her first nap of the day. Vanessa had dimmed the lights in the family room, drawing the shades closed before warming Rosie’s bottle and settling in the corner of the couch. She hummed softly as Rosie sucked down her bottle, her loud gulps and breathing making Vanessa smile. Rosie mostly fed herself, but enjoyed being held.

Next, she was changed into a new pair of soft pajamas that Vanessa and Carmen had washed and folded the night before. Clipping the baby monitor screen to the waist of her jeans, she slowly ducked out of the guest room where Rosie was snuggled into her crib.

Vanessa squared a few things away in the kitchen before checking her email in the next room over, ordering a few items for Carmen’s upcoming birthday. They’d have a small get together at Trunk Noodle, the restaurant letting her rent out the dining room to host friends and family. Carmen wasn’t much for big showings, but she wanted him to feel special on his birthday.

Checking her watch, Rosie could sleep for about another hour before she’d need to get up. Tonight they’d share dinner together, Carmen already planning on leaving work early to meet them for the meal. He’d been looking forward to watching Rosie for the night all week since they’d been asked.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching Lily and Rosie was scratching an increasingly hard to ignore itch he was feeling. Carmen was getting broody, and while it wasn’t time for he and Vanessa just yet, he could feel that day getting closer and closer.

When he arrived home that night, he hung up his coat, tucking his shoes into the front closet and ducked into the kitchen to quickly wash his hands.

“Who’s that kitty with the soft white tail?” Vanessa asked, reading aloud from one of Rosie’s books. “Feel, isn’t it soft?” She encouraged, running her own fingertips across the tuft of fur on the cardboard page. Rosie was nestled in Vanessa’s crossed legs, reading along with her Auntie. “Who’s that kitty with the shiny tag?” She continued to read, tilting the book back and forth to reflect the little mirror on the page.

“Are we reading the kitty book?” Carmen asked, gently entering the room, grabbing Rosie’s attention. He melted as she smiled, showing off her four little teeth.

“Who’s that?” Vanessa asked excitedly, “is Uncle Carm home?” She asked happily.

“Cahm,” Rosie rasped out with her little voice, disarming Carmen entirely. “Cahm.”

“That’s right, Ro, Carm,” Vanessa giggled, watching as Rosie smacked her palm against Vanessa’s leg excitedly.

“Come here, Ro,” Carmen said, hunching over and wiggling his fingers at the little girl, both of them laughing as she squealed excitedly, flapping her arms. Carmen lifted Rosie from Vanessa’s lap, the book since abandoned, as he pressed little kisses all over her face.

“How was work Carmy?” Vanessa asked, getting up from the floor and tucking the book away on the side table.

“Torture!” He said dramatically, “the day dragged on and on knowing you two were having fun here without me,” he said, happy to have Rosie’s little fingers strongly gripping his curls. “What did you girls get up today?” He asked, Rosie’s fingers now exploring his face.

“We ate our whole lunch!” Vanessa smiled happily, “then we played with our walker, read some books, took a bottle and a nap,” she listed off.

“Busy day!” Carmen said, attention back on Rosie who was fisting his white T-shirt.

“Big day,” Vanessa nodded, just as Rosie was beginning to squirm to get down from Carmen’s grasp. “Want to check her diaper while I look for dinner?” She asked, rubbing a hand up his shoulder.

“Home just in time for diaper duty? Lucky me!” Carmen said, raising Rosie over his head and bringing her down the hall to where they had the changing table set up. He’d fumbled his way through his first few diapers with Lily and Rosie, but now considered himself a pro.

Vanessa reached into the freezer and pulled out a few containers of French onion soup Carmen had frozen over the winter. She could put together a cheese plate, heat the soup and toss together a garden salad easily.

It wasn’t an hour later that they were settled around the kitchen table, enjoying their respective meals.

More, Rosie signaled with her hands, having devoured her smashed berries, which accompanied more smoked turkey, avocado and a few veggie puffs.

“Ro, why don’t you try some turkey before we do more berries?” Carmen asked, knowing the little smashed fruits were practically dessert for the toddler. She’s signaled for more again, stuffing her little fist into the well of the plate that previously held the fruit.

“Demanding,” Vanessa said, pulling out the secret weapon of fruit teethers, or cookies, as Rosie knew them.

“Look baby, Uncle Carm loves turkey,” Carmen illustrated, nibbling away on a piece from Rosie’s plate. There was more in the fridge anyway.

“Oh, it looks yummy!” Vanessa said with feigned jealousy. Rosie eyed the two closely, shoving a teething biscuit in her mouth before grabbing a fistful of turkey. She’d swiftly extended her arm over the side of her high chair tray.

“No,” Carmen shook his head, “dinner stays on the tray,” he added, giving her a pointed look. She simply opened her first, dropping the turkey to the floor.

“Ro,” Vanessa sighed, trying her best not to laugh. It was amazing how much power the little girl had over the two adults.

“Dinner stays on the tray,” Carmen reiterated, picking up the turkey from the floor and setting it by his plate on the dining table. Rosie squawked loudly, grabbing both their attention, showing off her fourth teeth.

“Teeth hurtin’ babe?” Vanessa cooed, running a hand over her little head. “The cookie taste good?” She asked – Rosie flashing her little teeth again. “Will you let Uncle Carm play with you while I clean up the kitchen?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Carmen took his after-dinner duty seriously. First, he pulled Rosie’s dinner smock off, tossing it in the sink for Vanessa to rinse. Then, he grabbed a wet wipe and wiped down her grubby little face, blueberry already staining around her mouth. Rosie hated having her face wiped down and Carmen did his best not to laugh as she contorted her face every which way to escape the cold wipe.  Next, they shuffled into the family room to find some more of her toys on the floor, but she was most taken with the books and picked up her Goodnight Veggies book once again. She waved it at Carmen and he immediately scooped her up to sit with him on the couch.

“Sunset in the garden, robins in their next – tossing, turning veggies need to get their rest,” Carmen flipped the book pages, his head dropped down so he could read gently to Rosie who was content to sit in his lap.

Vanessa wiped down the counter tops, checking her phone and sending a few photos off to Gina before joining her husband in the family room.

“Turnips tucked in tightly, potatoes closing eyes – tuckered out tomatoes humming lullabies,” Carmen pressed a kiss to Rosie’s head.

Vanessa picked up Rosie’s little broccoli plush and the toddler reached for it, cradling it to her chest.

“Cuddly cauliflowers, droopy pods of peas,” Carmen flipped the page, “rhubarbs reading stories to worn out broccolis.” He gave her a little squeeze as she waved her broccoli.

“Are you our little broccoli?” Vanessa asked, but Rosie’s attention was keenly fixed on the book. She smacked the cardboard page, finger pointing at the baby carrots.

“Or are you our baby carrot?” Carmen asked with a little smile. Rosie smacked the page again. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” he relented.

When book time was all finished, Vanessa was sent away with the baby for bath time while Carmen warmed up her last bottle of the night.

Changed into yet another fresh pair of pajamas – as Vanessa simply couldn’t help herself at the store – Rosie appeared in the family room, the scent of lavender and chamomile lingering on her baby soft skin.

Settling back on the couch, Vanessa snuggled into Carmen’s side as she cradled Rosie against her, the baby all too glad to have her bottle. Carmen had put on Rosie’s favorite dancing fruit video on the TV, but her eyes drooped further and further as she drank her bottle.

“I think it’s time to give goodnight kisses,” Vanessa said, Rosie’s head resting against her shoulder as she swayed gently in the family room. “Say ‘night Uncle Carm,’” she sang quietly.

Rosie opened up her hands, reaching for Carmen’s face as Vanessa dipped her forward. Landing an open-mouth, sloppy kiss on Carmen’s chin, she bid her uncle goodnight.

“Goodnight Rosie, I love you,” Carmen said, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

“Kiss,” Rosie said, hands flexing. She leaned forward again and Carmen pressed his lips to her impossibly soft skin.

“Kisses,” Vanessa smiled, cradling Rosie back to her chest and gently bouncing her as they continued down the hall.

Carmen flopped back onto the couch after grabbing a beer from the fridge – Vanessa joining him a few minutes later with the baby monitor screen, setting it down on the coffee table. Without pretense, she immediately crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and looped her arms around his shoulders.

He was all too familiar with how needy she got after seeing him with the babies.

“Ro asleep?” He asked against her lips, to which Vanessa nodded, whimpering softly as he pinched the back of her neck. “Look at you all worked up,” he murmured, free hand sliding up her side, traveling across her back and pulling her body tightly against his.

They’d agreed – married for three years before babies. It was set in stone and something they took seriously. Vanessa wanted to go back to school and finish her masters – Carmen wanted to do more traveling and was deeply considering opening a second restaurant. They had a lot they wanted to do before family time, but now, after a year, that two-year mark was starting to feel further and further away.

“Can’t we just pretend?” Vanessa asked with a whimper, pushing down on Carmen’s quickly hardening length beneath her.

“Of course, baby,” Carmen acquiesced. “I love seeing you in Mommy mode,” he managed to get off the couch with her in his lap, her legs squeezing around his side as he carried her down the hall to their bedroom. Carrying her was easy, walking with a full erection was another as she continually rolled her hips against him. Shedding her shirt and bra, he carefully closed the bedroom door behind them.

Vanessa was barely dropped onto the bed before Carmen stripped her of her jeans, dropping his own denim on the ground before pinning her down to the mattress.

“Please Carmy,” she whimpered, heels digging into his ass as he took his cock in hand, pressing it against her wet folds.

“Can’t wake the baby,” he shushed her, sealing his mouth over hers as he pressed in, swallowing her moan whole. “That’s good, huh?” He asked, hips pressing in deep, causing her to nod quickly.

“S’good,” She agreed wholeheartedly. “Fuck me, Carm,” she begged, chipping away at his resolve. He could feel the backs of his knees sweating as he pumped into her with long, deep strokes.

Carmen dipped two fingers into his mouth before seeking out her clit, loving her pathetic whine as he swirled around it.

“You want a baby?” He asked, brushing her hair from her face with his free hand, she nodded again. “Want me to put a baby in you?” He asked, fingers strumming her body in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah,” she gasped, “give me a baby, Carm,” she gasped. Carmen could feel his full body shudder from his shoulders down to his toes. “Want you to give me a baby,” she begged, “n’make me a Mommy.” Carmen’s hips stuttered. She bared down, clenching hard to keep him inside, causing him to curse out loud.

“Jesus Ness,” his brows knit together, eyes bright with pleasure and disbelief. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, urging him on.

“Come on, Carmy,” she purred, “don’t make me wait,” she gasped.

If she didn’t know him better, he’d be embarrassed how quickly he came – but his own orgasm set her off, and her sex pulsing around him made stars appear behind his eyelids. Vanessa bit into his shoulder hard to keep from screaming – feeling the way his orgasm coated her insides.

Carmen collapsed on her chest, hand sliding under her back to cradle her shoulders.

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “Never leaving this pussy, Ness,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. She whined gently as he attempted to move, her feet keeping him in place.

“Give me a minute,” she whispered, feeling all too content to have her seated so deeply within her. Carmen’s head dipped down, lazily circling his tongue around her beaded nipple. She cradled his head, fingers delving in his curls as he laved her breast with his tongue, his free hand tweaking the other nipple gently.

Carmen always was a tit man, and she noticed he’d often pay them more attention after he came.

“I think if you didn’t have your IUD in, that would have been it,” Carmen grinned against her skin, making Vanessa giggle. “You’re going to need a team of archaeologists to get me out of you,” he elaborated, eyes going blurry for a moment as her laughter caused her sex to flutter around her again.

“Two more years,” she said quietly, playing with his hair.

“Two more years,” he agreed, giving her a tender look. “We get to be the best Uncle Carm and Auntie Ness until it’s our turn,” he reminded, making her nod.

However, later that night, as the baby monitor crackled with sound, Vanessa rolled to where it was sitting on Carmen’s nightstand, and blearily rubbed up and down his arm – she found it all too easy to say, “Daddy, check the baby.”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Central City Lemonade Stand

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Teeny Tiny Thad spends the summer with Grandpa Barry and Grandma Iris.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Thad Thawne, Barry Allen, Iris West, August Heart, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Don Allen

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, POV Barry Allen, Don Allen is Alive, Tiny Bart and Thad, Fluff and Angst

Chapter One: Newest Detective

I came in from a crime scene to fill out paperwork in my lab. There was a sticky note on my door, and I assumed it was a joke from my coworkers, but I took it and read it. "Do not disturb, unless Barry," I read aloud, "Unless Barry? What does that mean?" I could tell it was August's handwriting, so I went inside. I almost didn't notice the bundle of blankets in my desk chair while tidying up. I walked around the office, poring over my notes before I heard someone's stomach growl. The bundle of blankets moved, and I jumped. I thought it was a kitten or a puppy that August picked up. Then I got a closer look at the blankets. They were Thad's baby blankets.

"Noodle?" I asked as I removed the blankets and picked up my grandson. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and I plopped down in my chair, wondering how he got into my office. "Where's Donny and Mel?"

"At home," Thad mumbled into my shoulder, "I ran away." My heart dropped as I realized how dangerous his trip must've been, and I wondered why Mel and Donny didn't call me.

"Okay. Well, we should call so your parents know you're safe," I whispered. Thad shook his head. "Come on, Noodle. For me?"

Thad nodded. "I don't want to talk, though," Thad replied. I rubbed his back as I dialed the number and put the phone on speaker.

"Hi, Grandpa Barry!" Bart answered.

"Hi, Barry!" Owen greeted.

"You fellas are one short... Where's Thad?" I asked.

"With Grandpa," Bart answered.

"Okay... Put Donny and Mel on the phone... I need to talk to them privately," I commanded gently.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Bart yelled. I could hear them scrambling to give the phone to their parents.

"Hi, Dad. Is everything okay?" Donny asked.

"Where's Noodle?" I questioned.

"At his Grandpa's," Mel chimed in.

"He has two grandpas... And he's with me," I confessed. Donny gasped. "Now, don't worry. He's alright. I think August got him settled in my office. What happened at home?"

"He got into a scuffle with Bart, and I guess we could've dealt with things better—. How did he get all the way to Kansas by himself?" Donny asked.

"I don't know yet. I can keep Thad for a little while until things cool down if you want," I suggested.

"If that's what Tad wants, then that's okay," Mel replied, "Will you tell him that we love him and give him a kiss for us, Dad?"

I insisted that Mel call me Dad. She was a sweet kid and a doting mother, and she made Donny happy. "I will, Mel. I love you, kids, okay?" I whispered.

"We love you too, Dad. We'll call you tomorrow to see if everything's okay," Donny replied.

They hung up, and I pressed a few kisses to Thad's cheek. "Hungry?" I asked. Thad nodded.

"Can we have nuggets and apples?" Thad asked. I chuckled.

"How could I say no to nuggets and apples?" I smiled as I tapped him on the nose.

Thad smiled at me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to have him around, even under the circumstances. He hopped down and reached for my hand. "Grandpa Barry?" Thad whispered.

"Yes, Noodle?" I asked.

"Is Grandma gonna be mad?" Thad questioned.

I thought about it for a while, so Thad knew I wasn't giving him the answer he wanted. "No, Grandma's gonna be excited to see you," I reassured him, "But I still think it'd be a good idea if I brought you home at the end of my shift instead of dropping you off."

"Okay," Thad replied. He grabbed my hand, and we left my office. We ran into August on my way out.

"Hey, you goin' out for lunch?" August asked. I nodded. "Bring me back something?"

"Can do," I replied.

I had to get his car seat out of my trunk when we got to the car, but he climbed in and helped me set it up. I buckled him in and fixed his hat on his head. He was asleep within minutes. Had it been Bart, he would've asked question after question the whole ride to the restaurant. I glanced at the backseat once we were in the drive-thru, and Thad had his thumb in his mouth. "Noodle, we're here. Still want nuggets and apples?" I asked. He nodded, still half-asleep. I ordered our food and got him a toy on my way back. "We've got a few more hours at the precinct, and then we can go home."

Thad chewed on his apples first and stared out the window. "You can dip them in your caramel if you want," I offered. Thad shook his head.

By the time we reached the precinct, Thad had eaten the last of his apples, and he neatly folded up his bag, waiting for me to unbuckle him. Thad knew how to unbuckle himself, but he wanted to be sure it was time to get out of the car. I appreciated his caution. I let him ride on my back and held the food with one hand and our drinks with the other. August was waiting in my office when we returned, and I gave him his bag. "Grandpa get you a toy? Or should I take him in?" August joked. Thad grinned and showed August the little Hot Wheels car that came with his kid's meal. "Oh, wow! Nice Buick!"

Thad bobbed his head side-to-side proudly as he ate his nuggets. I twisted in the chair with Thad, and he looked up at me. "Grandpa Barry," Thad whispered.

"Sorry," I replied. August chuckled.

Thad finished his meal and threw his garbage away. "Did the fibers from the closet come back yet?" August asked casually.

I nodded. "No match to the fibers found on the victim's neck," I replied, "But, I did find something interesting about it. The fibers are mohair, and the mohair fabric—."

"What's mohair, Grandpa?" Thad questioned as he drank his juice. He seemed invested in the conversation as any detective would be, and I wasn't in the business of giving patronizing answers to my grandkids. They were all pretty smart kids.

I logged into my computer and completed the search for him. "It's a fabric made from goat hair that's prone to shedding, and this is not a fabric that you'd want to get wet. Mohair is prone to warping and shrinkage when exposed to water... And it's a direct match to the fibers found at two other crime scenes. The first involves a missing person's case from six months ago," I explained. August perked up.

"The Edmonds case?" August asked.

"Yup. And the Roberson case," I added.

"Still doesn't explain why there was no sign of breaking and entering," August mumbled.

"Unless they were selling sweaters," Thad whispered. We both looked at him. "Did I say something wrong, Grandpa?"

"No, I think you just gave us a lead. I'm gonna look into this, and if I find anything, you are getting the biggest ice cream cone known to man," August promised him on his way out the door.

Thad looked up at me, and I grinned. "How'd you think of that?" I asked.

"Sometimes Mommy buys things from door-to-door salesmen," Thad answered. Kids, right. I messed up his hair and took a sip of my soda.

"You're so helpful," I commended him.

"Will you tell Grandma Iris that I helped?" Thad asked. I knew why he asked, but I nodded anyway. Thad was always a bit afraid of Iris, and I could never understand why.

"Grandma's gonna ask how you got here... You know that, right?" I questioned.

"Mhm," Thad whispered.

"Are you gonna tell her?" I asked.

"Can you?" Thad replied. He seemed so distraught I couldn't be moved to chuckle. I kissed the top of his head to reassure him.

"You'd have to tell me how you got here first," I explained.

[fyeah-tmnt]

Rise TMNT cooking headcanon

Mikey

The one that cooks and bake the most. He prefers cooking because he can really go with his heart, but he loves baking sweets and decorating them because then it becomes even more artistic. He is no chef but he improves every day and is the one who prepares breakfast most of the time in the morning. Most of his baking is made from scratch and he likes to improvise. >He cooks and bakes because he enjoys doing it as a hobby and really like learning

Raph

Gets around not too badly in the kitchen. He's pretty good with basics like some breakfast, sandwiches (decadent ones), simple baking from premade mixes. He makes good food that will feed people well and he remembers everybody's preferences and will, for example, avoid putting certain foods in some plates. Sometimes, his station gets dirty and messy but he does a great job at cleaning it afterward, or sometimes he pulls the "I cooked, you guys clean" card. >He cooks because he likes pleasing his siblings

Leo

He also gets around but he doesn't enjoy cooking/baking as much. He can follow a recipe, sometimes will struggle, but never ends up with something /too/ horrible. However, he is rarely inspired so he never budge from the instructions. Which can cause some friction when teaming with or asking Mikey for advice when he's trying to do something. He usually sticks to the most basic recipes like: Cook dry noodles, warm up sauce, combine: voilà. >He avoids cooking, but is able to feed people/himself if needed.

Donnie

Being more picky (canon) with his food, he omits stuff he does not like (e.g if he hates mushroom, he's never gonna cook them even for others) which can result in some frustration from his siblings. He struggles with cooking because of how vague instructions can be and he absolutely gets enraged when he find a recipe online and has to scroll through paragraphs upon paragraphs of mommy-blogging. He tries to keep his station clean but struggles because of said steps. However, the man really enjoys baking and when he does, his station is SPOTLESS. He does not do bake often because he is a man with other hobbies but whenever he does he is very meticulous and really is having a fun time. He is the most precise when it comes to measurements when baking and uses the metric system and a scale >He hates cooking but enjoys and is good at baking because it's like science

[platinumrosetail]

Yandere playtonic mk, mei, dbk family Macaqua ,Sun Wukong, Sandy Spider Queen , scorpion Queen x Lbd tolder daughter reader

Let's say the mayor was panicking looking for something and mk see that when the mayor and macaque were tied up on the plane

And then the Litt reader who very shy and calling the Mayro bad man

And she wants Mommy but don't know het mommy evil

So everyone takes turns taking care of her especially when they find out that she's been a little girl or toddler for years lol

Oooh, intriguing request! 🤩though I won’t be doing all of these as I wouldn’t know how the two would meet and such.

I’m going to do this in groups again as seem to be the easiest for me.

Warning: noob author, sweet rotting cuteness, dark theme, yandere characters, and others.

Characters: mk, mei, sandy, dbk family, macaque and sun wukong.

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Mk, mei & sandy:

The three of you meet each other when they were heading to the zero gravity arcade, you had bumped into them actually and so they decided to take care of you until they find your parents.

They took you to pigsy for help, Or that’s what they had plan to do at the start before they started to think. ‘Why was she alone? If she was all by herself wouldn’t that mean she was abandoned?’ At that they knew they would kill the parents as they had abandoned a defenseless girl out in a city.

They shared this with the others but the ones who does more is mk, mei, and later on sandy.

When sandy met you, he knew right away to keep you away from danger like mk and mei is doing. He let’s you play with the cats as you might get stressed from not being able to be with you parents, but you don’t have to worry as you have your new family with him and the others plus his cats especially mo.

When you and the others (pigsy, tang, mk, and mei) went to a shadow play for a break and relaxation.

(I’m doing this by memory so hopefully I do a good job.)

Mk noticed the mayor in another part of the theater and mentioned about the not mayor, you knew the not mayor as he had always followed your mom but you think of him as a bad guy as he creeped you out with how big he smiles.

When they noticed you being scared of the not mayor they made sure to keep you out of his sights right away.

As time went on they began to become more obsessed with keeping you with them.

It was when pigsy, tang, and sandy found the statues of their past life when Sandy released his theories on them and you.

His theory about you is where you seem to have never been aged as you never grew any on the adventure to save the world from lbd.

Though it was soon clear as you explained that your mother had you stay as a child as when you grow up terrible things happens to you when you do so she had made it were you never grow up.

When mk and redson join, mk made sure to give you more affection at the lose of mei to lbd, and since you don’t know your mother is bad you worry about her a lot with this new enemy and you would like her here now.

It wasn’t until macaque came in with the not mayor was when they figured out who your mother is.

And they won’t give you up to her, not on their life.

Sun wukong x macaque:

Macaque had kidnapped you when you were brought to the theater by the noodle family. You were so sweet and innocent.

He’s hoping you would help his relationship with sun as they always wanted a child together but problems escalated and they couldn’t but now they can with you!

He knew you were lbd daughter so he would use that to convince sun wukong to give their relationship another chance.

When sun wukong met you he saw familiar aura around you and like always go with his gut, though that is hard when one you’re adorable and two when the love of your life is wanting to start again.

They did lots of things with you like parents would that made macaque was so glad to find you and would make sure the three of you are together forever.

Sun would do the same, as he is confident in his abilities to eliminate any opponents that would come your way.

When sun was possessed you had asked macaque to let your mother help sun but as lbd is evil and would take you away from the two of them.

So he had to go to the noodle family.

They were obviously shocked and happy to see (Y/n) after for so long of searching for her. He had also bring the not mayor as well.

The not mayor had explained his masters will for destiny and had also explained how (Y/n) will never age from her current age ever, making her forever a child.

They understood her reason but still against her for her wrongdoings.

After defeating lbd though they all decided to try and share (Y/n) with each other with a good few difficulties but all agreed on how it would be better to become a big family to protect and love her and keep her away from all of the corruption that lays upon this world.

Spider queen:

(Sorry if this is short, I’m kinda doing this last minute as I found a way to add her in with changes in the original plot. Hope y’all like!)

You were caught by one of her minions; syntax, specifically, you held a aura around that made her interested in you and decided to have you as her daughter and heir to the throne, as she had always wanted a child that would rule the throne and that wasn’t one of her minions child.

(Don’t know why but I find some similarities from queen chrystalis in spider queen and also have y’all noticed that with spider queen when her hair is down she sort of looks a little like azula?? Anyway back to what’s happening.)

She was at first going to use you for that powerful aura that was just overflowing and rule the world with you as the heir but as time fly by’s she started to realize how she loved being a mother and would do anything to keep you safe and hidden, which is a good thing she didn’t fall for that little girls act and quickly grabbed you and went to a safe place to hide, she also made sure to grab her minions as she needs little helpers to make sure everything is safe for you to properly be her daughter.

She’ll do anything to make sure you stay with her and forever be her daughter and to stay as close with as ever

(A/n: I hope I did a good job on this! And while a third request done in three days in a role, I feel so accomplished!!🤩🎉😁 also thank you for requesting and loving my work, I greatly appreciate all of you!! Also I’ll will be taking a minor break for when I publish this post so don’t worry! Also so sorry for not adding scorpion queen as I knew I wouldn’t be able to do scorpion queen as I honestly don’t know what I could do for her part. But I still hope all of you like what I did with the rest!! Anyway hope y’all have a fantastic and wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

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they are going to be my fav couple to write about 🥹

mommy issues!JK

you laugh at jungkook’s antics as you watch him cook the delicious ramen. “you know you could use me as your personal cuddle bear?” jokes a blushing jungkook who’s hoping you’ll cuddle against him as the two of you watch movies together. you laugh “of course i know that, silly. you’d let me use you for anything huh?”

your eyes widen in horror at the horrible words that came from your lips. “n-not like that though! oh God that sounded mean. i’m sorry” you stutter as you begin to play with the rim of your shirt while mentally berating yourself.

jungkook on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be offended but you still apologized because it wasn’t the nicest thing to say. to keep the atmosphere from being awkward, jungkook instructs you to pick a movie of your choice no matter what it is. personally, he’s hoping you’ll choose a romantic or a thriller movie so you’ll snuggle against him but he’ll love whatever you pick.

you then grab the remote and begin browsing all the streaming apps jungkook has on his television for a good movie: netflix, disney+, viki, hbo max, hulu, even crunchyroll. “you must watch a lot of tv” you joke but you settle on watching bridgerton since jungkook said the new season is pretty good.

once jungkook finishes up in the kitchen, he instructs you to start the tv show. he comes with two bowls of hot ramen that smells awfully delicious, two wine glasses, a bottle of sweet wine, and a fuzzy blanket big enough for the two of you to share. the lights in the living room as turned off and despite your excitement to watch bridgerton, you’re even more excited to taste jungkook’s ramen since he claimed to be the “ramen master.”

using your chopsticks, you blow before slurping up the noodles and—

“holy shit” you curse. “what the hell? this is delicious. i think you might actually the ramen master. not even my ramen tastes this good”

you drive in for another bite of the delicious ramen that contains a hint of spice that you absurdly love. the more you chew it, the more you find yourself falling in love with jungkook’s cooking. you begin to wonder if he’s the master of other yummy foods.

“think i might pay you to be my personal chef, mr. jeon” you lightly shove jungkook before saying “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

you set your bowl down and pop the wine bottle open. you pour some in both yours and jungkook’s glass before taking a swig of the alcoholic beverage.

after setting the glass down, you scoot closer to jungkook and snuggle against the bashful man who smells so refreshing, almost like a baby. of course, you both are a little tense but after a couple episodes of the drama series, jungkook has his hand wrapped securely around you as your head lays on his chest.

~🫧

This is like a dream come true, you’re so close to him, it’s almost morning but you both don’t move away from each other.

Jungkook pretends to watch bridgerton but the truth is he’s watching you, carefully, especially your lips. He might have a fixation with them.

He really feels like kissing you, it’s time to make a move, he needs this relationship to escalate on the next level.

He is aware that this relationship is going very slow with little improvement, he needs to make sure you like him alot.

To the point of madness just like he likes you.

His hand tightens on your waist, “yn..” he picks up the remote and pauses the show. And looks into your eyes as he sit up on the couch.

You do the same thing.

“I want more. I can’t help it.,” he looks into your eyes, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m not saying let’s fuck but- I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want.” He confesses.

“I want the world to know you’re mine.” He gets even closer, his tone shifting, his eyes darkening. “I don’t give two fucks about that crazy bitch chaeyoung or Nara.” He speaks calmly.

Yet his heart is going crazy.

“Yn it’s hard for me to tell what’s going on in that brain of yours… I want to kiss you until I can’t anymore.” His eyes wander to your lips again.

“I know I’m a little intense but please I need a chance- please… I’ll love you like a devotee.” His hand settles on your thigh.

“I need your affection- I know you don’t love me but I’ll make you fall in love with me in no time- you just have to let me in..” he caresses your cheek.

“Please let me in, pretty girl.”

[callsign-bunnie]

Fourth one of the FNAF AU series or I'm bleaching my hair for 24 hours till it falls out

Please and thank you

And drink water

Do it

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Alex threw Rodolfo through the doorway and then shoved Soap through, since both of them were significantly more injured than he was. Once they were through, he grabbed the door handle, trying to launch himself through.

Then, he made eye contact with Soap, seeing his eyes widen in horror and he felt himself be grabbed and yanked back around his waist.  “Alex… Don’t run…” Was said right in his ear and he tried so hard not to scream with terror.

He watched Soap lunge forward, reaching for him as he saw Soap’s body get yanked out of view of the doorway, right as it shut. Alex barely thought, panic and survival instinct taking over as he yanked his legs up to put them on the door and then shove back as hard as he could.

Whatever was holding him lost balance and they both tumbled down the stairs, Alex hitting the ground rather hard when he finally landed. He groaned and held his side, closing his eyes and coughing. The air had been completely knocked out of him by the impact.

The Red Velveteen Rabbit barely had to recover, which made sense, seeing as it was a robot. Alex shook his head, trying his best to get up as it rose, and holding his hand to his side, which felt like it was splitting open. He realized why as he saw blood on his hand and looked down, seeing that he had landed on a bolt that was sticking out of a board. Why that was even there was beyond him. 

Now that he had acknowledged the blood, the pain intensified, clouding his vision and making him dizzy as it burned through his entire body. Fuck… he shook his head and stumbled backwards as the Rabbit moved towards him. “Alex…”

“No.” Alex shook his head. “No. Maybe Rodolfo and Soap can be convinced of this spooky ass bullshit, but I am not. You are not my mother, you are… you are a robot.” He moved back more as it approached. 

The Rabbit tilted its head, looking almost disheartened. “Alex… Don’t run from me… Don’t run from Mommy…”

“No! You’re not my mom! My mom is dead! You are not my mom!” He cried and threw his hand out, trying to stop it as it approached. “No!”

“Alex… My sweet velveteen boy…” The rabbit almost sounded like it was whimpering. It likely would have, if its voice box allowed for that. “My sweet velveteen boy, don’t run from me…”

My sweet velveteen boy… Alex held his head as it started to ache, temporarily pushing the pain from his side back down. His mind thought of a woman with dark skin and black curls that bunched around her head, leaning down and smiling at him. 

‘Hello… Are you our sweet velveteen boy?’

Alex looked down at the velveteen rabbit in his arms. Brown, with white spots. He’d picked it from the stuffed animal box in the home he’d been placed in because it matched the brown and blue and black spots on his legs. ‘I… I think so. The counselor said you were my new mommies… What happened to my old mommy?’

The woman frowned and then looked up at the other woman behind her, who was lighter skinned with blonde hair. They didn’t say anything for a moment and Alex remembered that he’d been so scared that he’d made them mad. He had a tendency to make his old mom mad. ‘She had to go away. But she said she’s sorry and she’ll miss you.’

Alex hesitated before nodding. Secretly, he’d been glad that she was gone. She hated him, and had said so often. She’d pinched his legs until it’d hurt and so when she had left, he’d been happy. Though, he’d never tell anyone. ‘Okay…’

Alex walked in the door, going to the woman who was standing in front of the stove and cooking dinner. “Hey, Mama,” he said as he kissed her cheek and then stole a penne noodle from the nearby colander. “Where’s Mom?”

“Kate is at that silly pizzeria, again.” His mom sighed and shook his head. She had looked exasperated and Alex knew why… He’d heard them arguing about it. Mama didn’t understand why Mom had to do this with Price… “She probably won’t be home for dinner.”

Alex had only been with them for about three years, now, but he loved them like he’d been their son forever. He looked like Mom and he acted like Mama, so he might as well have been. “That’s okay. You know she just wants to support Uncle Price… Plus, I like the pizzeria… I like Gaz.” Gaz, the rainbow bear that Kyle had designed.

Despite calling Price Uncle Price, he and Kyle were not cousins. This had been explained to him when he expressed some feelings towards Kyle. Of course, these feelings had led to Mom and Mama teasing him any time he got even slightly flustered around the other boy.

“I know, Alex.” She smiled. “Can you get the bowl for me? If she ends up calling and saying she’s going to help close, we’ll go see her so you can play games as they close with Kyle. How does that sound?”

Alex nodded, immediately, excited to see Kyle and play games. 

Alex sighed as he watched his Moms argue again. “Whatever, Kate.” Mama sighed. “Whatever.”

“Jen!” Mom made a frustrated sound. He hated when they argued and he hated that the pizzeria had the most to do with it. He felt like ever since he’d turned 14… they’d been arguing more and more. “John believes in this place. I mean, look at the kids! They clearly love this place.”

“Kate, I am not frustrated with the amount of love both you and John put into this place.” Mama sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I am frustrated with the amount of money! Animatronics?? Really?? They’re so expensive, how are we going to afford this?”

Mom winced. “We took out another loan. Don’t worry, we put it against the building. We’re more and more popular, it’ll get paid off.”

Alex frowned. “Um… Mom? Mama?” He looked between them, having just approached because of a problem at the ticket counter. “They ran out of Mateo dolls… They said they have more in the basement but-”

“I’ll get them.” Mama said. “Alex, can you come with me? I’ll need help getting the crates.”

Alex nodded, quickly. “Okay.”

“We’re done talking about this,” Mom said and Mama just laughed. “Jen, I mean it.”

“Okay. Fine. We’re done talking about it.” Mama shrugged. “I want to love this place just as much as you do, but… I can’t keep watching both you and John eat away because of it.” She held her hand up as Mom opened her mouth. “But we’re done talking about it. Come on, Alex.”

Alex winced and then followed Mama, glancing back at Mom and seeing her just hang her head as they left. “Mama? Are you going to leave Mom?”

“What?? No. Don’t be absurd, Alex.” Mama laughed, softly. “Where would you get this idea?”

“Well… My friend Simon said that his mom and dad fought a lot before she left… If you do leave Mom, you won’t leave me too, right?” Alex looked up at Mama, watching her soften as she looked at him.

“Baby… No…” She stopped and then hugged him, kissing his head. “I’m not going to leave your mom. Not over something this silly. And I certainly won’t leave you.”

Alex relaxed and then looked over as he heard Kyle calling his name, seeing him approach. “Kyle! What’s going on??”

“Have you seen Simon or Gary?? We were playing together and they both disappeared!” Kyle asked, looking almost panicked. 

Alex winced. He and Kyle had been having double dates with Simon and Gary, lately at the pizzeria, seeing as they were the only four gay kids at their school. Well, and Simon’s dad worked there as well, so he was often there. “No, I haven’t. Simon probably got overwhelmed, you know he hates this place.”

“Yeah, I guess… I don’t know. He just mentioned that his dad was a bit more erratic, lately.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t like his dad, he scares me.”

Mama frowned. “Hmm, why don’t you ask your dad to talk to Frank? I know you don’t like Frank, but I’m sure he’ll know where his son is.”

“Well, that’s the thing, Dad was going to talk to Frank, but he said Frank didn’t clock in today!” Kyle said.

“That’s odd… I saw him getting into Ghost’s costume earlier.” Mama said. “Huh. Just let me get these Mateo dolls, Kyle, and I’ll help you find them, okay?”

Kyle relaxed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mama pat Kyle’s shoulder before sending him off, again. “Come, Alex. Let’s go get those dolls.”

Alex nodded, watching Kyle go before turning back and following Mama to the basement. “I hope we don’t fight as much as you and Mom do…” he mumbled. 

“You won’t, baby, I promise.” She nodded. “Kyle seems a bit more sensible than Kate. You’re a bit more understanding than me.”

Alex nodded and then looked around. There was an odd smell as they got to the basement and the door was opened. It almost made Alex gag, smelling like copper and sulfur… He’d always hated that rotten egg smell. “Mama-”

“What the fuck?!” Mama said before Alex had a chance to question the smell and then she was storming downstairs. “Frank Riley, what is the meaning of this?!”

Alex quickly followed her downstairs and then he was gagging as the smell got worse. There was… so much blood. He gasped and jerked back as he saw Simon laying on a table, his chest… cut open. Oh god…

Gary was nearby, slumped against the table and Alex saw blood dripping from his throat. He was going to be sick. He covered his mouth, looking at his mother, who was screaming at Frank, who stood in awe at the end of the table, wearing the Blue Velveteen Rabbit’s costume.

No, that was meant to be his Mom… She was who the Blue Velveteen Rabbit was based on…

“I’m fucking calling the police!” Mama yelled and Frank just laughed at her. “I fucking mean it, Frank, this is sick! That was your son!”

His Mama didn’t look right. Her eyes were frantically glancing around and a passage about shock from his health textbook came up in his mind. Was he in Shock? Was she? “Mama…”

Frank and Mama both looked at Alex and Alex felt himself tearing up, sniffling. “What happened to Simon and Gary?”

He didn’t get an answer, because then Frank grabbed Mama and spun her around so she was back against him. Alex screamed as he watched him slide a knife across her throat, blood spurting out and down her neck. “No! Mama!” He cried and lunged forward, catching her as she fell. 

She stared at him and tears rolled down her face. He helped her fall more gently, sobbing as her hand reached up and cupped his face. She tried to speak, but only gurgled, and Alex sobbed more, putting his hands over her neck in an attempt to hold the blood in.

But… he couldn’t and it seeped through his fingers, pooling around the back of her neck. 

Alex wanted to beg her to live but it almost didn’t sound fair, because he could watch her face contort with pain and he knew that living wouldn’t be pleasant at that moment. “Mama…” He whimpered. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have gotten your attention, I’m sorry…”

Mama smiled and looked up at him. “It’s… okay…” She barely got it out and Alex barely understood it. He caught her hand as it fell from his face and cried her name again. 

Her eyes closed and her arm went completely limp and Alex covered his mouth, sobbing into it. 

“Such dramatics…” 

Alex slowly turned his head up to look at Frank, who was tsking and cleaning the knife. “Don’t worry, Alex. She’s going to a better place. I think. My son needs her more than you do. You still have a mom.”

Alex stood, shaking with rage and grief. “You killed her!”

“Yeah, yeah, get it all out, boy.” Frank waved his hand. “You’ll want more when your other friend comes down, finally.”

The only other friend Alex had was… Kyle… “No! You don’t get to kill my mom and my boyfriend, too! No!” Alex lunged forward, trying to barrel into Frank like he did in football, trying to tackle him. 

Frank, however, put his hands on Alex’s shoulder when he got close and then he shoved Alex down. Alex felt his head bounce off the table and he just slumped, falling to the side.

His ears rang and he became aware of a cold sensation running from where he’d hit his head, and then something dark filled his vision in his right eye. “You’re too big for Gaz. You don’t fit his personality, anyway. And��� besides, I’d rather take Kyle than you. Price wants to take my fucking job from me… so I’ll take his kid. Easy.” Frank came over and crouched down, touching Alex’s head and pushing it back.

The pain was blinding and Alex desperately wanted to move to stop him. 

Frank tsked, again. “They’ll have to piece your skull back together… It looks like it’s still mostly intact. Don’t worry, I think you’ll live.”

Alex couldn’t answer him, he couldn’t even scream. He just stared up at Frank in horror. 

Frank sighed and let his head go and it slumped back down onto his arm. “You don’t speak Spanish for Mateo… Unfortunately, you’re useless.” He stood and Alex could only watch his feet go back around the table.

Alex looked straight ahead because moving his eyes was so incredibly painful. He could make out blue eyes staring back at him, under the table. A red tear streaked face, pale skin… Dark under eyes… He knew the kid. Johnny Mactavish.

He’d followed Simon and Gary around like a puppy. He knew Simon and Gary thought he was sweet, which was why they never told him to fuck off, even if Simon didn’t really tend to like random attention. He also knew Johnny was sick. Dying. Gary had cried about it, a few times.

He had wondered if they’d ever let Johnny be a part of what they had. It was too late for that, now, though… 

Far, far too late…

Alex reached up, feeling tears stream down his face. “M-Mama…” He sobbed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry… Oh god, I’m sorry… It’s my fault, I didn’t- I shouldn’t have distracted you and I’m sorry…”

The Rabbit tilted her head, again, and Alex moved forward, hugging her tightly. “Mama… I’m sorry…” He sobbed into her shoulder and then her arms were moving around him. It didn’t feel right, he wanted his real mom to hug him, not this… thing. 

Then, she pulled away and both of her hands cupped his face before she put her forehead on his, her eyes closing.

Alex hiccuped as another sob racked through his body. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I distracted you… I’m sorry…”

“My sweet velveteen boy…” 

“Mom misses you so much…”

She raised her head. “Kate?” She asked, the glow in her eyes starting to fade. “Blue… My sweet Blue…” The Rabbit hung her head and Alex’s heart ached. 

Alex wanted to tell her everything about the last four years but he didn’t know if she would be able to understand in this state… God, his poor Mama… She must not have been able to understand why Alex and his Mom just left and never came back. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, touching her face. “I needed you…”

“I’m sorry, Velveteen Rabbit… I’m sorry…” The Rabbit whispered.

Alex understood, now. That had been his favorite story growing up. He’d never told his mothers why. The rabbit in the book had just wanted to be a real boy and his birth mom had read him the story over and over… When his moms had found him, he’d felt like a real boy, finally. No longer just a toy for his birth mom, who’d wanted the aesthetic of a child and not the responsibility. 

The Rabbit pulled away, fully, and then she took Alex’s hand, guiding him like she had when he was a child. Alex didn’t pull away from her or fight, just following her down the hallway until they made it to the room.

Alex tried not to show the way seeing Blue taken apart into pieces made his stomach turn, and then the Rabbit went and stood by the five bodies on the table. “Put us back together.”

Alex blinked and looked at the bodies. “I… I don’t know how to do that, Mama… I don’t know how.”

“That’s okay… I can show you!” The rabbit smiled and then she grabbed Blue’s mask. Alex noticed that it was incredibly damaged, now, the jaw hanging off. 

The Rabbit mimed putting the head onto his Aunt Elizabeth’s body and Alex understood. Exactly like Frank had done… “But won’t it put their souls into your suits?”

The Rabbit shook her head. “They’re gone, already, my velveteen boy.”

Alex frowned, furrowing his brows. How? “Did… Blue do this?”

The Rabbit nodded. “Blue was naughty… So naughty…”

Alex nodded, slightly, and went over to his Aunt Elizabeth. “I’m sorry… Did they move on?”

The Rabbit nodded. “Blue helped them. They’re empty now.”

Alex didn’t like the sound of that, at all. He didn’t like the way that made him feel. But… he wanted his mom back. He wanted Kyle back. “Will the others let me take them apart?”

“They know this is for the best.”

Alex frowned. “Is that why they chased us? Is that why you chased us?”

“I missed you, my sweet velveteen boy…”

Alex softened and looked up at her, again. He looked into her big plastic eyes and took a deep breath. “I love you, Mama… I’m going to fix you and the others… I’m going to bring you guys back…” 

The rabbit nodded and came over, cupping his face, again. “You are good…”

Alex closed his eyes and nuzzled into the animatronic paw before nodding. “I’m going to fix you. I need help…”

The rabbit nodded and then she moved over to the table. “Same order…”

Alex frowned before realizing she must have meant that it had to be done in the same order that they were all killed. Simon, Gary, his mom then Kyle, then Alejandro… 

So, Tommy, Gary’s relative, Kyle’s relative, Elizabeth, then Mateo… 

“Okay, Mama.” He nodded. “I put the heads on and then what do I do?” 

The Rabbit raised Elizabeth’s arm and traced the writing. “Say it.”

Alex nodded, a little. “Yes, mama.” Say the words. “Will… Soap and Rodolfo need to say it, too?”

The Rabbit nodded and dropped Aunt Elizabeth’s arm. “Then it will fix us.”

“Yes, Mama…” Alex went over to the table, as well. He was going to fix her and the others. He, Rodolfo, and Soap were going to fix them all… bring them back. “Can you help me get the others?”The Rabbit smiled and then nodded. “Of course, my sweet velveteen boy…” She took his hand and led him to the stairs, again, before gently guiding him up them.

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