#pizza with cheetos however

[ckneal]

Do you think that Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua ever find themselves really craving certain foods from their past lives? Things like junk food, or comfort food. The guilty pleasure kinds of foods one might find in most grocery stores, but wouldn’t really have a place in the world of PIDW. One minute they’re hanging out, and Shang Qinghua mentions how Mobei Jun’s getting better at making noodles every day, and then the next Shang Qinghua is taking notes as he and Shen Yaun discuss exactly what ingredients they need to track down in order to recreate a specific ultra spicy, radioactive-looking flavor of ramen noodles that Shen Yuan couldn’t eat in his past life because it looked so unhealthy, but Shang Qinghua ate every day because it was made by the cheapest brand on the market.

Mobei Jun has no problem donating noodles to these projects, or supporting whatever other strange culinary endeavors his beloved and his strange friend set their sights on. Luo Binghe, however, is immediately overcome with anxiety whenever he walks into his kitchen and sees them rifling through the pantry, because he desperately wants to help but has no idea what they are making. Pizza? Pocky? Nachos? French fries? What are these things?

(I'm imagining they nearly burn the house down every time too, because neither of them knew how to cook before, but that doesn't bother Luo Binghe nearly as much as having no idea what a flaming hot cheeto is or how to make it for his Shizun.)

[joelsbeard]

pre-outbreak!joel when you're pregnant ❤️

part 2

part 3

If you read my hc's on what pre-outbreak!joel would be like when you're on your period, imagine that x10 when you're pregnant with his babies 🥺 (<- sarah and ellie!!!)

He is the sweetest man that will put up with all of your random mood swings and cravings. I imagine sarah to be the more chill baby with less pregnancy symptoms, whereas ellie is a little more chaotic and gives you a harder time lol. However, when you're pregnant with sarah you get worse morning sickness unfortunately lol, and like the angel he is joel always gets up and holds your hair and rubs your back when you're throwing up. You tell him he doesn't need to and partially bc you don't want him seeing you like that, but he just comforts you and says he wants to help 🥺.

You get mood swings with both pregnancies, one moment youre fine and the next you're gagging and getting nauseous at the smell of him making scrambled eggs for you, other times you snap at him for the most random things like the way he chews or brushes his teeth, one time you almost lose it bc you can't stand the way he's even breathing. Poor joel lol sometimes he gets a little irritated with your extreme mood swings but he knows its all because you're growing his babies ❤️ and the least he could do is try not to make you feel bad lol

Sometimes after acting our bc of your mood swings you start crying afterwards bc you feel bad for raising your voice at joel 🥺 and you know he's doing his best not to piss you off or make you any more upset since its bad for the baby, and he always pulls you in for a hug or a cuddle and reassures you that its okay and that he knows your mood swings are out of your control. One time he looked slightly irritated/hurt and may have raised his voice a little at you after you bugged/yelled at him that you didn't want his help bc you were feeling suffocated by him and you start sobbing and you ask him "are you mad at me? 🥺 I'm sorryyyy 😭" and then he feels a little bad, but not as much as you do for yelling at your man when all he's doing is trying to help 😭 you end up laying on the couch all squished together trying to comfort each other LMAO

On several occasions you wake him up at random times (you try not to bc of his work schedule, however his hours at some point aren't as crazy bc you also have some savings to help out, and you were working up until your maternity leave) for your random pregnancy cravings, pizza, McDonald's, ice cream, pickle ice cream sandwiches, cheetos and sour cream, and other random things (one time you even start craving detergent, though of course you don't eat it) and he always goes to the store to get you some. One time you asked him for a pizza with a cheese stuffed crust and he brings you thin crust pizza, and when you open the box you were so excited for the cheese filled crust that when you saw it was the wrong order you burst into tears. Joel 's like"oh noo, baby whats wrong?I thought you wanted pizza?" and you're like "😖😭 babeee i wanted the one with the cheese stuffed crust!!" and then he's like 🙄 (internally) "Its fine i can go back for another one" and you say "noo I don't want it!!" then he's like "but I thought you didn't want this pizza either" and you're like "I don't! 😖😖😖" And you turn into a blubbering mess lol and he grabs you by your waist and pulls you in close and he puts his forehead against your temple and presses a bunch of kisses there to calm you down lol. Poor joel is having a hard time keeping up with all your cravings and mood swings.

You buy some maternity clothes to go out but tbh you mostly just steal even more of his clothes (if possible). He always walks into the house from work seeing you swimming in one of his shirts and if its cold you're also wearing his sweatpants (rolled a million times so that they stay up on you lol) and more often than not you'll be sitting on the couch eating ice cream. He thinks you're so adorable and hot in his clothes, and when your belly gets big enough you use it as a table lol.

He loves seeing you grow his babies, it makes him wanna get you pregnant again even tho you're already pregnant lmao.

[isaut]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆— f!reader x captain rex. divorcee au.

The night is over. Rex pulls into your driveway, and you’ve had just one glass too many. You need to drink a Gatorade. You hope you still have Gatorade. The girls are gone for the summer so you’re not sure.

“Walk me inside?” You ask, looking over at Rex. The floodlights of your house catch on the high points of his face.

“‘Course,” he says, shutting off his truck and climbing out. You slip out of the passenger seat before he can help you out.

There’s no stumbling in your walk. You can just feel the alcohol in your brain.

“Your friends are fun,” you say, unlocking your front door.

“They’re your friends too,” Rex says.

There’s still doubt at that statement, even though you’ve hung out with everyone without Rex. On the weekends where he has his kids. Instead of responding, you kick off your shoes and turn towards Rex, waiting for him to do the same.

“Am I— Oh.” Rex follows suit, leaving his trainers in the foyer. You head towards the kitchen and he follows, leaving your purse on the counter and opening the fridge.

Maybe you should eat something too.

Instead, you pull out a Gatorade. Looking over your shoulder, you raise it up at him. “Want one?”

They’re the blue ones.

“Sure,” Rex says, leaning against your kitchen island.

Your home is lavish. Large. There’s more than enough space for you and the girls. He’s watched it become more and more personal as you slowly accumulate accouterments to decorate.

From the fridge, you also pull out a Tupperware of buffalo chicken dip from the hosting you’d done the other night. The Wheat Thins are still on the counter from where you had been snacking earlier.

“Drink too much?” Rex asks, coming around to be on the same side as you.

You glance at him, cracking open the Gatorade.

“I’m just being cautious.”

Rex hums, reaching around you to close the fridge as it starts to beep. The notes of his cologne wash over you.

“Sure,” he says.

“I have a big day tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to defend yourself to me,” Rex says. He’s noticed you do this— When you get a little out of line: when you order the medium margarita instead of the small on a Friday night, when you ask Rex to pick up Rosamond for baseball practice, when you get french fries instead of salad.

“I do, though. I’m going to lay out by the pool. And make paella.”

“I meant—”

“I know. And I appreciate it,” you say, cutting him off. So what if it’s a habit you picked up from your failed marriage? “You should come over tomorrow.”

“Should I?” Rex asks, taking a Wheat Thin and dipping it in the dip.

You nod. “I have gelato.”

You have everything to make your house the perfect place to host of all ages. For adults you make mojitos and charcuterie boards and Alex (Rex’s son) is always singing praises about how you have the mini cans of Coke and have Cheetos and for dinner everyone makes their own pizza.

However, Rex doesn’t need to be bribed with the treats you offer. He’d come even if your fridge was empty. Even if your pool was drained. Even if the stereo was out. Even if there were no more board games. Even if there was nothing else to do but sit on the ground and talk to you.

“Want me to bring anything?” Rex asks.

You hum in thought. “Just you.”

“I can do that,” Rex says.

It’s thirty minutes later when you’re walking him out. You say your goodbyes too close, hand on the doorknob.

Rex is only a few inches away from you. His eyes dart down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“I should go,” he says.

“Yeah.” There’s disappointment in your voice.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Rex promises.

“What time is it?” You ask.

Rex looks at his watch. “It’s 10:43.”

Humming, you let your gaze drop down to his chest before back up. “Maybe we can get breakfast in the morning. At the diner.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t do anything more to encourage the fluttery feeling in your chest. Truly, Rex shouldn’t even come over tomorrow. Not when he’s without friends or children.

“You want to?” Rex asks. There’s a low murmur to his voice. There’s an unsung I want to that follows.

You nod.

Rex’s eyes dart all over your face, as if searching for something. “Call me in the morning, then.”

You pout. “You won’t just pick me up at nine?”

Rex smiles at that. A gentle smile. “Wouldn’t want you to be too hungover.”

“I won’t be,” you assure him. “I just had some electrolytes and some food.”

“You going to apologize when you order pancakes?”

You bite your bottom lip. “You going to be mad when I do?”

“Could never be mad at you,” Rex murmurs.

You sigh, resting your head against the open door.

“I should go. Don’t want any bugs getting inside,” Rex says. He doesn’t sound like he wants to leave.

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you could never be mad at me?” You hate the way your voice sounds, all small. Hinging on whatever his response is.

“Yeah. I mean it.”

You smile softly at that. “Okay. Drive safe.”

Rex chuckles and steps out of your house. “Call me, and we can get breakfast. Don’t want to show up and you’re still asleep.”

“Okay,” you say, playing with the doorknob. You don’t mention he’d know when you woke up if he slept over. But you don’t.

Instead, you watch as Rex gets back in his truck. He waves at you, which you return, then shuts the door. The headlights illuminate your garage. You only head inside once he’s pulled out of the driveway.

[themisinformer]

Kid Stages Coup Against Own Elementary School; Outlaws Homework, Declares Half Days on Fridays

SCOTTSDALE, ARIZONA - Declaring the previous reign of tyranny to be over, a third grader at the local elementary school has just seized power in a coup. The coup reportedly occurred just after lunchtime when eight year old Jason Scott raided principal Tim Watkins’ office. Jason was joined by a group of equally disgruntled students sporting NERF guns, who were reportedly bribed with Cheetos and Capri Suns.

The young revolutionaries would make their demands clear and would call on Principal Watkins to resign. Watkins would initially refuse to step down, and even threatened to call the parents of everyone involved with the coup, prompting the revolutionaries to shoot their NERF guns at Watkins.

This would cause Watkins to resign out of fear, leading to the entire school administration to fall with him. With the previous administration having gone under, Jason would use that opportunity to seize power for himself — declaring himself “Principal for Life” of a new, child led republic.

“My friends, the days of tyranny are now over,” Jason said in his first speech following his siege of power. “A new era is upon us now. From this day forward, this school will be run by kids, for kids!”

One of Jason’s first executive decisions as President for Life was dissolving the Student Council, who were responsible for all legislative decisions at the school, and replacing them with the kids who sit at the “Cool Kids Table,” during lunch, whom have already passed numerous sweeping reforms. These reforms include:

• Assigning homework is now illegal

• Half days on Fridays

• Nap time will be extended all the way to the fifth grade

• “Pizza Fridays” are now everyday

• Instead of Math, kids will just play Uno

Tim Watkins, the now former principal, has called his removal from office “illegal” and “illegitimate,” and has called on the Department of Education to press charges against the perpetrators of the coup. Jason has said that he will refuse to step down until an agreement is made where he can have ice cream for lunch every single day.

According to reports, members of the previous administration are in the middle of negotiations with Jason and his goons to try and pan out a deal. In the meantime, experts have expressed concern over Jason’s lack of experience, with him having been in no leadership position prior to the coup.

“Jason just doesn’t have the experience required to run a school as big as ours,” said education specialist Jessica Albright. “This was a blatant power grab and is entirely self serving. This level of mismanagement will lead to instability.

Jason, however, hasn’t been too keen on the criticism. In fact, anyone caught criticizing Jason or his administration has been punished through expulsions or firings. “I’m the one who’s calling the shots now,” Jason concluded. “You better learn to respect me, or get gone. Bow down!”

[blubberymuses]

I always talk about Patchy's shelf of an ass; however, for a change of pace, lets talk about her prominent boulder of a stomach for a brief moment.

It's gotten so comically large that it makes a handy table for the massive MASSIVE magician, able to easily rest large pizza boxes on top of its soft exterior. It's not uncommon for Ms. Knowledge to have many a snack and drink sprawled out across it as she reads, covering and smudging the pages with an excess of cheeto dust and grease~

[sinnersandsaints-linwrites]

I'm sorry what.

Kal, listen, I don’t get Hawaiian pizza either but you cannot just resort to violence because of a pineapple

Reserve this rage for pizza with fish — THAT deserve to burn in hell

[shelltasticday]

Ok I just read your easily fluster reader x rise!Leo, and wanted to take it the other way-

What if he's super smooth when the person Leo's flirting with has an embarrassed reaction, but he's trying to flirt with Y/N, who has very little dignity and is very competitive, to the point of outflirting Leo, and making him extremely embarrassed and flustered 😈. And Leo can't find something for them to be embarrassed about! Personal space? Grew up with a bunch of siblings, no such thing. Physical contact? They love it, can't get enough. Seemingly awkward situation? Diffuse it by not acting awkward about it.

Have it be frustrating to him, not be able to get a reaction out of them. Then, one day, he could figure it out- baby pictures. They're embarrassed about their baby pictures and being caught doing something goofy.

Was that too abrupt? Idk, hopefully not, but it there's any part you don't understand, you can totally improvise. Hope you enjoy! ~🌺👸

You! I like how you think, let's do this!

I'm not sure if this aligns with what you wanted or expected but, it's just where creativity took me.

Loved to think that Leo's flirting works better when he barely tries and reader is a bit more open to it, anyways, I present to you:

Leo and his journey to fluster a competitive, unaffected reader

● It all began when Leo decided to start flirting with you…

● "Hey, (y/n)! How's the most beautiful person in the world doing today?" he chimed with a wink, doing some finger guns as his brothers either cheered him on or were awaiting his failure, he couldn't tell, he only heard some giggles

● The pick up line took you off guard for a moment, however, after blinking twice, a grin that mimicked Leo's spread across your lips. "I don't know, how are YOU doing today?"

● Leo opened his eyes wide, his posture shifted, completely taken aback as he didn't expect this outcome at all. He mumbled, tripped over his words "Uh- I uh- That wasn't- I mean- Huh?" and a flush of red got to his cheeks

● "I'll take it you're doing alright!" you giggled and moved past him to catch up with the others before they could snatch the first slice of pizza. And Leo? Well, he finished processing what just happened as he turned around to watch you walk away, oh no, nononono no way he was the one left flustered… Where did that even come from? No no, he had to come up with something to get back at you, he had to, and so came forth the rest of his attempts

● Next time, he tried talking with you as he leaned on a wall, pulling off the classic pose so he could be closer if he wished so. And he did wish so, and he'd slowly lean more trying to close on your personal space but the proximity didn't seem to bother you either. You, in turn, could read him like a book and so you just kept looking at him in the eye, smiling and chatting as usual

● "Hey Leo! Where did ya put the Cheetos?!" Mikey's voice called out, and the second Leo looked away to answer, you took advantage to take him by the shoulders, spin you both around and have him against the wall. With you now being the one "trapping" him

● His brain catches up with the last few seconds after a bit. "Wha- when?" he asks, finding himself once again caught off guard. "It's your turn having somewhere to lean on, Leo, we don't want your back getting all tired, right?" you said innocently with a wink and a smile

● It doesn't even matter if you're shorter than him, he gets flustered from both how you turned tables on him and how close you get. He feels somewhat small when you're the one taking iniciative on this and he doesn't know if he hates it or loves it, it's so conflicting!

● But he blushes more when Mikey comes around thinking he wasn't heard the first time "Leo, where did you- Oh- Oops, sorry! I'll ask Raph if he's seen them" the younger turtle speed walked away as Leo tried to say "It's not like that! Mikey! Don't leave me here!" to no avail

● Leo is sitting on his bed, recounting events from the last weeks… He had tried hugging you from behind all romantic according to him, and you only giggled before hugging him back and initiating a group hug with everyone. Right… you liked physical affection. Okay, then he had invited you to train with him and teach you to use his swords, thinking he could be all suave and be behind you, with his hands over yours as he taught you to properly hold one blade but… you kinda wanted to do it on your own since "I've watched you do it hundreds of times, I'm sure I learnt something already!" or so you said

● Chocolates? Flowers? Received with a sweet thank you and a hug. Cooking for you? Well… you did like microwaved mac and cheese, but alright not his best attempt on wooing. No pick up line he threw at you worked, it was like you were ready with a bat to send them right back at him, nothing, nothing was working! Were you that oblivious? Were you making fun of him? Did you simply not like him that way and this is how you told him to take the L? Goddamnit… What did he have to do? Serenade you? No no, perhaps you'd mistake it as a karaoke session or even serenade him back

● The worst part for him is that YOU were the one landing all the blows, you had fed him a chocolate telling him to go "Ahhh" and GOD, did that make him weak! You were incredibly good with his sword for a beginner, and even with messy clothes and hair after training, to him you looked stunning. You kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for the food… It kinda seemed like all he did while trying to make you fall for him, was setting himself up to fall even harder for you. Even thinking about it again made him blush and sigh loudly as he fell back on the bed, unsure on what to feel

● That's when he heard music in the distance … Wait, music? Wasn't he alone in the lair?

● "SHELLDON?" he sat up again and called for the robot but nobody answered… weird. Leo went around looking for his brothers and father but found the lair empty, however, the music seemed to be coming from the arcade room and so he walked towards it, thinking Donatello had left some machine on or something but- oh-

● There you were, on the DDR, jumping happily on the pad to a loud pop song. He'd never seen you try that game out, he even kind of thought you didn't like it… well, until now

● The music came to an end alongside the score screen, you were a bit bummed that you didn't even make it to top ten but oh well… then you heard clapping. Clapping… you turned your face over your shoulder quickly, startled like a deer in headlights, oh no…

● Leo stopped clapping, with a genuine smile on his face. "That was great, (y/n)! Didn't know you got the moves!" his steps took him closer to the machine. "You know, I thought you didn't like to- (y/n)?". Was he seeing wrong? Was it the neon pink light from the game? Were you… were you blushing??

● "How long were you there?" you asked, sinking to your knees to hug them and hide your burning face, you thought you looked goofy when dancing, that's why you had come in to try the game out only when you thought everyone was out… Mikey didn't mention Leo had stayed, you thought they had all went out…

● "Uh, not long. You okay, though?" Leo kneeled beside you. "Something wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, did he do something bad?

● "Yes, just, this is so embarassing" he heard your muffled voice say. "What is? Dancing?". You nodded. "You got flustered because I caught you dancing?" his voice got a bit loud and you shushed him, as if anybody else could've heard the conversation. "Yes!"

● Leo, once again, had to blink twice to get stuff to sink it. He laughed but not at you, more like at himself, all his attempts at getting you flustered, all the different plans, and the one thing that made it possible is something he didn't even see coming

● "Sorry". A chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not making fun of you" he said, patting you on the back. "I think you dance very well, you wanna play together?" Leo suggested, standing up

● You looked up to see how he was extending his hand to you, which you accepted and let yourself be pulled up

● You didn't know if it was the light, the silence, the angle or something else, but in that moment, with a calm smile and gentle gaze, with a firm hold on your hand… Leo looked a certain way, a way that made you perhaps stare a bit… a way that maaaaybe made your blush grow and reach your ears

● You decided to just return his smile, turn to the screen and hurry to choose another song. The blush was still present but you associated it with allowing him to watch you dance, yeah, surely it's that and definitely not because of the way he gave you a wink before stretching dramatically to get ready

● "Are you prepared to lose, (y/n)? I'll have you know that I'm great at videogames". You laughed and had a more confident smile this time "I'm gonna kick your butt, Leon! Loser pays the pizza!"

● "Deal!"

[hornet-breaker]

Siblings by Bond

I had this idea, what if Dream and Drista were not blood siblings, but instead adopted siblings, like Dream declaring a young borrower he saved as his sister? That’s where this came from, enjoy! (I needed to start writing more wholesome Dream content so here’s a starting point :3)

Tw:

If you were to tell Dream or his parents little people exist, they would all act like you were crazy. That’s what Dream thought, little people, living in his very walls? How ridiculous! The 13 year old was playing video games on his computer, minding his own business, when suddenly he felt like someone was watching. He took off his headphones and looked to his door, thinking it was one of his parents. The door was shut. He paused his game and got up, looking around. He felt silly doing this, but it was worth a shot,

“Hello? Is someone there?” He called. A tiny and barely audible gasp caught his attention, coming from the bookshelf. He walked towards it carefully, and almost gasped at what he saw. A small creature with rodent like ears and a thin tail with a fluffy tip at the end almost like a lion’s stepped into view. She was human looking with oddly stitched together clothing and a paper clip at her side bent like a hook. The poor thing looked hungry and terrified.

“H-hello,” she spoke quietly and fearfully as Dream’s eyes widened. There was no way this was happening, right? Was this a little person?

“Hi, what are you doing in my room?” Dream asked.

“Oh! I Uhh, I needed some help, my momma, she hasn’t been home in days, and I don’t know how to borrow, please, I just want something to eat,” she sniffled.

Dream felt bad for the little girl, and he nodded,

“Okay, let me see what i can give you,” he said, walking away slowly from the bookshelf as to not scare away the tiny person. She watched him with curiosity and terror, at any moment he could decide to grab her, or do worse, and that was what she feared most.

Dream came back with a few potato chips, “it’s not much, I hope it helps you,” he offered her one, setting it on the bookshelf. She carefully grabbed it and scurried away, much to Dream’s amusement and surprise. “Goodbye,” he whispered, going back to his game.

The next day he was sat at his desk trying to do homework when he heard a tiny whisper. He looked back at the bookshelf, she was back. He got up slowly and grabbed a French fry from the bag on his desk, walking over to her and placing it down. She moved out of reach of him and watched him. It kinda hurt Dream to see her move away from him, but she did the same as yesterday, grabbing the food and disappearing with a quiet “thank you.” He really wished she would stay longer, he started brainstorming topics he could talk about to her. Maybe her mother? No, that would be rude. Introducing himself didn’t seem like a bad idea�� did she like animals?

The next time he saw her he didn’t offer her food right away, she got scared thinking it was a trap.

“You know, I kinda want to talk with you, is that going to be okay with you?” He asked. She hesitated, was she going to run away? She sat down and nodded, she did want to talk! Dream gave a soft smile.

“Great. My name is Dream, what’s yours?” He asked.

“… Drista,” she said quietly.

“Nice name, I like it.” He smiled gently, barely able to contain his excitement. “If you don’t mind, Uhh, what are you exactly?” He asked gently.

She didn’t seem offended, she seemed rather surprised. “Im a borrower, I borrow from humans what I need to survive, well, I guess take is the right word…” she said, keeping her eyes on him. She must not trust him yet. He gave her some food and the two said goodbye.

This kept up for several weeks. Dream would bring up a variety for her, he knew she liked French fries, watermelon, grapes, cheese, and Cheetos. She didn’t like olives, pineapple on pizza (much to his disappointment >:V), or greasy foods however. He took careful notes of what she does and does not like, so he knew what to bring her the next day. Today he had brought her a cherry, but he wanted to try something. He met her at the usual spot on the bookshelf, offering her the cherry.

“I think we’ve known each other long enough that we can try this out,” he said, laying his hand flat and still as he presented the cherry to her, sitting in the palm of his hand.

Drista looked up at him, nervous he was going to close his hand around her and crush her or grab her and do something bad to her. She backed away and Dream frowned, sliding the fruit off his palm and onto the shelf.

“It’s okay, we can try again tomorrow, did anything interesting happen to you today?” He said calmly.

Over the next week he’d keep trying to coax her to his hand, and every time she would back down. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Dream expected her to shy away from the grape he was offering her, but this time she embraced his fingers, hugging them. Something was up.

“D-Drista? Are you okay?” He asked quietly. She looked up at him.

“Dream, you’re the only family I have right now, my momma is probably dead, she hasn’t been back in weeks.” She said softly. Dream smiled, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.

“C-can I pick you up?” He asked gently. She looked up at him, wide eyed, and Dream half expected her to run away. Instead she surprised him by clambering onto his fingers and crawling to sit in his palm, right next to the grape, which she happily picked up and started nibbling.

Dream gently lifted his hand and brought her close to his chest, walking back to his desk chair and sitting down. He smiled and rubbed her back with his thumb. The young Borrower seemed to like this motion as she relaxed, he could hear tiny popping coming from her (how could a 6 year old have that many knots?!) and saw her relax. This was the first time she was truly comfortable around him.

“So, you wanna talk to me while I study?” He asked. She nodded eagerly as he set his hand on the desk and she slid off, walking among the messy desk. After a few hours Dream covered a loud yawn with his hand, looking down at Drista who caught the yawn.

“It’s getting late, do you want me to put you back on the shelf?” He asked Drista. She shook her head.

“Could I sleep with you? I haven’t been sleeping good,” she asked somberly. Dream nodded and got up to grab his pajamas and get ready for bed. He came back a few minutes later in Patriot themed pajamas and offered his hand again. She didn’t hesitate to leap onto the warm fingers. Dream got in bed and turned off the light, placing Drista on his chest and covering her tiny body with his hand. This was a whole new level of trust here.

“Good night, big brother,” she yawned, falling asleep. Dream wanted to coo at her, she called him her big brother! And he was definitely going to live up to that title as he closed his eyes to sleep.

[what-i-call-men]

Together at last

Winter Anderson x female! Reader

Request: nope!

Warnings: a lot of cult talk, homophobia from Kai, minor drug use (marijuana), mentioned cheating (for the sake of the cult) and SMUT at the end with Winter.

Picture from @copy-of-a-cheeto

Proof reading by @divineruler

You had met Winter in college. You two had been roommates and quickly spent all your time together, soon starting to date. You had come from a pretty accepting place, whereas Winter was not in the same boat as you. When you two first started dating, you chose to keep it off social media and keep it to yourself because her brother and parents were pretty crazy. When she went back home for breaks you stayed at school or went to your own family. There were even a few years she came to your family's house for holidays.

After the two of you graduated, she opted to move back home with her family, which you ended up moving only a few minutes away in a small apartment. You loved being around Winter too much to just move away from her, so instead you put your English Literature degree to work here. You got to see her every couple days, usually walking around the town or finding some restaurant to sit in together. The two of you were quite a pair, her the dark but more feminine one where as you wore lighter colors but were more into masculine clothes, being taller than her and only accentuating that with big shoes or how you carried yourself in general.

When Winter was finally comfortable, she invited you to her family home for a sleepover about a month into you two staying there. She told you that she'd keep it under the ruse that you were her best friend and roommate from college but nothing more. You agreed, feeling it'd be best for Winter to be safe over however you felt. It had definitely been a bit harder for her to want to invite you especially after seeing how her brother reacted to the election. But when she finally said it'd be safe to have you over, you left your house quickly. Pulling up to the house, you had tried your best to dress as straight as possible, wearing a pair of leggings and a baggy pink shirt just to be on the safe side.

You barely made it to the door before it was opened by a man with long dark blue hair and a judgmental stare. He was about the same height as you if you were to stand up straight and if you had anything other than converse on for shoes you'd probably tower over him. Yet something told you not to try to intimidate him back, this was Winter's brother that you had to impress. "Hey, I'm here to see Winter. I'm y/n." You said and stuck your hand out to shake his. He didn't shake your back but instead a hand grabbed yours from behind him, one you instantly recognized as your girlfriend. "Kai let her in, this is my friend and I'd prefer you left her and I alone." Winter nudged him to the side with her hip as you walked past him into the house.

After spending some time in her room, smoking, listening to some music, and eventually making out after ordering some pizza delivery. You had remembered her locking the door behind you two because she had made a point of it, but when she moved on top of you, you opened your eyes to look at her and saw the door cracked open and a mop of blue hair through the doorway. Your eyes widened and Winter turned around to see her brother. "Winter, your pizza is here." He only said that before retreating back down the stairs and to what you assumed was the basement Winter has mentioned.

After getting some slices and eventually smoking away some more of Winter's stress about her brother, you offered to get you two some drinks which she agreed and you went downstairs by yourself. As you were filling the cups, you heard the door close to the basement. You glanced over and saw Kai standing against the counter. "So you’re the lesbo my sister is dating? You know she really isn't gay and she's just faking it." He said, very obviously trying to upset you and provoke you. You pursed your lips.

"First off I'm not a lesbian, I'm bisexual. Second off, faking it? You mean all the girls that you fuck... oh wait Winter told me you're an incel who gets off to girls feet on the internet." You said and straightened your back a bit, now leaning a bit over his slouching frame. Honestly he wasn't bad looking and the way he stared at you with hate but some underlying impression, wow you must really just like the Anderson's. Now you just had to see Winter's oldest brother to see if looks just ran in the family.

"Winter said she can't fucking stand you and that you really needs a proper boyfriend to show you that you like dick over whatever is in your pants." Kai said and crossed his arms, obviously getting a bit more upset that you weren't taking any of his insults to heart, but somehow he resulted in just kinda flirting... or maybe that was supposed to be threatening.

"Oh what's in my pants? You mean your sister? Now run along little man, don't pick fights you won't win." You said and rolled your eyes before walking up the stairs to Winter's room, telling her little to none of what happened downstairs. She obviously would be upset by it if she knew what you said and what her brother said. It was a normal night otherwise. You went home the next morning, not really expecting to see Winter so soon again when she texted you a few hours later and said Kai wanted you to come over.

This time you wore a normal outfit and didn't try to look "straight". When you go to the house, Winter silently opened the door and nodded to you to walk towards the basement. "He wants to talk to you. Don't fight with him please." She whispered as you got to the open door. You walked down the stairs and saw her brother sitting at a table with two chairs. "What am I gonna get interrogated?" You asked as you sat down in the chair across from him.

"No. I like your strength. I think you and I could help each other out." He said and crossed his arms. "Y/n I know you like my sister, and I know in this town there's not many accepting people... of relationships like yours." Kai said and leaned to the table and extended his pinky. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the fact that he was the one you were worried about, not others. "I want you to take my pinky." He said and you hesitated, but he quickly raised his voice and stated "do it." And you did.

He asked you all sorts of questions, and you chose to be honest because quite frankly you were just an honest person. He asked about what you fear. Hurting Winter. He asked what made you like his sister. Easy, everything but more specifically how hot she was in bed, also how fun it was to sneak around with each other in college. He asked what made you realize it wasn't just women you liked. Another easy one, your boyfriend right before Winter was really good in bed. After Kai unlocked his pinky from yours you furrowed your brows. "So why do you think I can 'help you'." You asked.

"I think you'd be able to benefit from helping me. You help me run for city council, write my speeches and make sure I sound well spoken. In return I promise you and Winter safety and a life together." He said and crossed his arms. As much as you wanted to laugh in his face at the idea of him on city council, you bit your tongue. "What is it that you can do to keep us safe? If she didn't move back into this house she would be living with me safely in somewhere like West Hollywood." You said and furrowed your brows at him.

"Well I heard that your poor innocent girlfriend has had some things to do with the few people around here that have been murdered... and I'd hate for my poor sister or her... accomplice to be tipped off to the police." This was the first you'd heard about this... but somehow with Kai being the way he was you didn't doubt what he said and the validity behind it. "So, we make a deal, you write my speeches and you and Winter stay here safely." You had no choice but to agree.

A few weeks into this situation, you had barely spent any time with Winter other than at Kai's meetings. Instead you were tasked with getting close to Ally and keeping her under wraps. You also had to convince her that separating from Ollie and Ivy was a good idea for her. Although you were fully aware of Winter doing the same to Ivy, something felt so wrong when Ally became a bit more than emotionally attached. After Ally had made a move on you, and you just accepted it, you snuck back to the Anderson house and immediately shook off the gross feeling as soon as you walked inside.

Kai sat at the dining room table and winter was probably with Ivy and Ollie somewhere. "How'd it go?" Kai asked as he ate off of the plate he had before him. "I feel disgusting. She is so not my type and I need to go wash her off." You muttered and slid your jacket off. "How about we go down stairs and you tell me about it?" Kai offered and you really had no choice but to agree, if you didn't you were scared he'd become upset at you.

This loyalty and willingness to sleep your way through your jobs, and with Kai if he so pleased, got you a lot of attention from him. Really all you wanted was to get back to Winter, but you had to do so with Kai's permission. When you had finally been given a night to be with Winter alone, you two found yourselves making out in her bedroom. Your hands slid up under her shirt as she kicked off her shoes from the day. You lifted her shirt up and began to work on her bra as she undid your jeans.

After you were both down to your underwear, you lifted her up into your arms and gently laid her on the bed, crawling on top of her. As you kissed your girlfriend deeply, you couldn't help but feel so excited to finally have her in your arms again. You slowly began your descent down her neck and chest. You paused to remove her bra and leave a few kisses along her breasts. You always loved how responsive Winter was, especially when you two had paper thin walls to the dorm beside you and you'd have them knocking on your door to shut up or angry notes to stop 'having boys over'.

When you finally made your way to her core, you slid off her panties as you knelt on the ground beside the bed, booking your arms around her thighs and upping her to the edge. Delving in, you could've sworn Winter almost passed out. You two were very open with each other about everything you'd done for the cult, including who you had been forced to sleep with. Ally, Kai, and a few of the henchmen weren't as good as Winter and lord knows Ivy couldn't satisfy Winter like you did. Which is why Winter's legs were shaking so quickly then soon clenching around your head as she came on your tongue.

Getting back on top of her, she whispered something against your shoulder. "What's up babe?" You asked softly and turned a bit so you could barely hear her ask for you to sit on her face. You gladly agreed, standing off the bed to pull off your own bra and underwear, she sat up and leaned forward to gently grab and lick your nipples, giving small punches and kisses as you removed your underwear. God she was so gentle yet confident, she was so perfect. Even more perfect when you finally were positioned above her face and she dove in.

Her tongue worked wonders on your clit as she slid off the rings from her fingers before sliding the newly bare fingers into your dripping core. You held yourself above her, gently letting your hands roam down her cunt, gently rubbing her clit while you rolled your hips against her tongue. Within a few moments you were on the edge of cumming and winter worked you over the edge. You felt so good to finally have a welcomed orgasm. "I wanna fuck you." She whispered up at you as you came down from your high and you smiled at her a bit. She slid out from under you and ran to her closet as you laid back on her bed.

After a few moments of struggling she pulled the straps of the strapon onto herself. No one would guess you were a bottom to her if they saw you on the street together, but somehow if just worked for you two. She climbed back on the bed as she slid the dildo into place on her belt, turning on the bullet that sat on the inside for herself. Leaning down, winter sucked one of your nipples gently into her mouth as she ran her fingers gently against your clit, rubbing it as she slid the dick into you slowly. You groaned out softly as she made her way up to your lips, kissing you deeply as she began thrusting into you.

With her thrusts and rubbing your clit, and her the vibrations on herself, both of you were quickly close to the edge. Her moans were getting higher and more whiny, you reaching up and gently playing with her breasts. As she leaned over you to speed up her thrusts, you took a nipple into your own mouth, licking and sucking gently, her own thrusts becoming sloppy. "Fuck... babe... fuck I'm close baby." She mined out and you nodded up at her, letting her know you were too. After just a few more thrusts and rubbing a bit harder against your clit, you two were both topping over the edge, letting out a long moan of your own as she whimpered against your neck.

After a couple seconds of breathing, she got up to remove everything from herself. You pulled her back down to the bed before you two could clean up. "I love you." You whispered to her quietly as you pulled her naked body against yours. She whispered her own back to you before taking a deep breath. "I wanna marry you." She whispered softly as your hand traveled up to cup her cheek. You two looked at each other in silence for a moment. "I want you to myself. I wanna run away and marry you and hide away from this stupid cult life. Please marry me." Winter whispered to you and you smiled at her softly. "If we can find a way out, I'd love to marry you." You said back and pulled her into a soft kiss, before hearing the door slam downstairs, basically saying your alone time was up and Kai was home.

[nichelleyoung]

LEGAL NAME: Nichelle Amani Young

NICKNAMES: Nichi, Chelly, Niche

DOB/AGE: October 30, 1989 / 35

GENDER: Cis Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SEXUAL ID: Romantic Heterosexual

HEIGHT: 5′3″

PHYSIQUE: Slim/Slender

BIRTHPLACE: San Diego, CA

NATIONALITY: American

ETHNICITY: Unknown; Black American & White

OCCUPATION: Freelance photographer

LANGUAGES: fluent in English, knows some Spanish from school

GLASSES/CONTACTS: Both but mostly uses contacts TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: 3 piercings, 1 in each ear + 1 septum ring; 3 tattoos, 1 inner right wrist (Scorpio symbol), 1 left ankle (Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas), 1 lower back (lotus flower)

ALLERGIES: Pet dander

OTHER HEALTH ISSUES/DISORDERS: Claustrophobia & agoraphobia

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio

CHINESE ZODIAC: Snake

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw

FAITH/RELIGION/PHILOSOPHY: Spiritual

POSITIVE TRAITS (3): Kind, easygoing, trustworthy NEUTRAL TRAITS (3): Introverted, quirky, curious

NEGATIVE TRAITS (3): Morbid, jealous, weak-willed

PET(S): N/A

HOBBIES & ACTIVITIES: Listening to audiobooks Watching TV, Movies & YouTube Drawing/sketching Art, particularly tattoo artistry & animation styles Listening to music Bicycling Fooling around on photo editing programs

LIKES/FAVORITES: color– Purple, silver & black foods/cuisine– Pizza or sushi movie genres– Gothic fantasy, fantasy, sci-fi, comic book, mystery & some thrillers flower– Gladiolus snacks– Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos, Pringles, or pineapple slices music genres– Rock, alternative, metal, acoustic, 90s hip-hop and R&B season– Autumn & Winter book genre– Mysteries, comics, manga and graphic novels animal– Fennec fox candy– Just about anything with chocolate quote– “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.” –Robert Frost

[abandonment tw, claustrophobia tw, agoraphobia tw]

Nichelle was abandoned shortly after birth; to this day, she does not know who her birth parents are/were. Due to infertility issues, the parents she has sought children of their own by other means and fostered-to-adopt Nichelle as an infant, officially adopting her by the time she was 1 year old. Prior to adopting her, she had been known as ‘Baby Amani’; her parents legally named her Nichelle Amani Young.

Her father is a famed, beloved and long time Hollywood actor with TV, film, producing and a few directing roles under his belt. Following an incident with the paparazzi and hyped up fans, Nichelle was diagnosed with claustrophobia and agoraphobia. Controlled crowds make her uneasy, and being in crowed spaces for too long, or close by to large numbers of people for too long result in her having severe panic attacks. Additionally, being in small/tight spaces tend to make her feel crowded, unable to escape and often result in panic attacks and meltdowns.

Following the incident and her diagnosis, her family discussed and ultimately agreed that, going forward, she would only attend private or the highly important events and screenings with her dad/her family. Nichelle also opted to distance herself, physically, from the immediate and regular limelight by moving out of Tinseltown and to San Francisco–a city she’s loved and adored for more than half of her life.

While she carries disdain and some bitterness toward the paparazzi, she has always had a love and appreciation for the art of photography and the storytelling that can come with it. That love became a passion, which led to her career choice. She had worked for a few photography studios, gaining more experience and knowledge under her belt before branching out to become a freelance photographer. Occasionally, she contracts with local businesses, media/magazine companies, and agencies in need of photographers for sporting events or modeling gigs. Her more steady bookings, however, have been weddings, pregnancy, baby & family, holidays and other special occasion shoots.

Nichelle was previously in 1 serious relationship that led to a brief marriage. She filed for divorce after 2 years from her opportunistic, cruel and self-serving ex-husband, during which she learned she was also pregnant. Their divorce was finalized before she gave birth to a baby boy, whom she was granted full custody of; her ex only has visitation rights at this time. Thankfully, her opportunity-seeking ex-husband was denied the alimony he sought, believing that Nichelle would be loaded due to her parent's fame and wealth (both of whom had the good sense to withdraw her trust when she became engaged).

There had been times in her life–particularly in her early adult years–where she thought heavily about her birth parents. She considered seeking them out, just to find out more about them and whether or not they were even alive still, but on top of a very public divorce + the incident wherein she’d been swarmed by the paparazzi and feared for her safety scared her into doing any investigating without drawing more attention to herself or her family.

[po-tato2]

How to Have a Chaotic Aesthetic

* erase the line between stupid and dangerous 

* root for the good and the bad guys 

* be spontaneous (this is important) 

* know random facts that are very questionable (for example, knowing how much body parts on worth on the black market) (also this includes knowing very random people from history- they can either be extremely and incredibly boring and mundane, or they can live the craziest life you’ve ever imagined) 

* I think the area you live in influences you a lot, so, if you can, have a chaotic atmosphere (example: random shit everywhere, a stuffed animal next to a sword, different energies clashing, a book of classical music next to a candle that smells like skittles) 

* Have a somewhat mysterious aura about you- no one is quite sure what side you’re on; if you’re lying or telling the truth 

* the hours of 10pm-5am are when you are most powerful (also when you’re the most stupid/dangerous) 

* your memes are funny, but every once in a while you send something that is a bit concerning 

* anything people say about you might be true 

* your vocabulary- include slang terms that are extremely outdated (shakespearean and seventies combined); your insults are weird yet terrifying

* spel esy words rong and complicated words correctly 

* wardrobe is very important- however you shouldn’t change what you like to wear just to fit this aesthetic- clashing ideas, such as, a business piece with a pajama piece (more specific examples include: wearing a tie with heelies; having the bottom half of you business and the top half play; graphic tshirt with a blazer; thigh highs with jordans; slippers and suspenders; lettermans jacket and a bowtie; etc) 

* obey the silliest rules (the ones everyone knows they can break) but disobey the rules that literally no one ever breaks ((psa im not responsible if you get yourself expelled)) 

* eat weird and/or gross shit- salt your banana, put mustard on pizza, dip cheetos in ketchup (something my little sister does and makes me want to strangle her), put bbq sauce on slim jims, etc 

* random bruises (another psa: dont hurt yourself to achieve random bruises it is not a necessary requirement) 

* that one person who shows distain for human life but immediately melts as soon as animals are involved 

* on animals- like the animals no one else likes; know a copious amount of information on only one animal and be vaguely ignorant on anything closely related to it (example: know every single fact about gorillas, but know fuck all about chimpanzees) 

* know one quite knows what your sexuality is (once again, not a necessity, don’t change yourself to fit this or any of these standards) 

* for some reason you always have a lighter in your pocket 

* if someone says something is a bad idea, that’s your cue to do it (dont be dumb and die or get arrested) 

* always in random places 

* randomly available at a moment’s notice 

* treat obscure facts as if they were obvious (ex- Wow Janet I can’t believe you didn’t know that the inventor of the computer was gay, I mean, EVERYONE knows that) 

* love possums and/or raccoons - this is the only requirement on this list 

* random knowledge is very important and ive already mentioned it several times already but more examples are- knowing random out-of-the-way places; random dates for weird not-really-important events; weird landmarks; random websites that probably don’t have the right to exist; random academic facts (a math formula, an english rule, etc) 

^ if you want to know how to do all that- you need to spend a lot of time of the internet, and also a lot of time on twitter, tumblr, and wikipedia (wikipedia surfing is something i do where you type in something random, go to wikipedia, then keep reading until you find a term or thing you don’t know, then go to that page, and so on and so forth) 

* now there are differences between the different types of chaotic- this is more of just an overall; however i can and will make more specific lists for the chaotic categories 

[etoileholland]

it’s nice to have a friend

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: insecurity

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Peter, upon finding out that you’re bullied at school and that you have no friends, wants to be yours.

A/N: this was cathartic to write so I hope it’s cathartic to read

Feeling alone was something that you were quite accustomed to. You had a few people that you would consider friends, but it always seemed that they had something else that was more important. Or, rather, spending time with someone else that was more important.

Every day at school filled you with anxiety and despair, and you always counted down the hours and minutes until you could leave for the day. 

On some days, it felt as if you were truly invisible. No one would talk to you, or eat lunch with you, or even as much look in your direction. 

Other days felt as though you stuck out for all the wrong reasons, like being asked for your homework or having rude remarks directed at you. Boys would comment on how unattractive you were, and would ask you on a date only as a dare. Girls would snicker behind your back, saying comments like, “Her outfit choices are awful, do you think she gets dressed in the dark?” or “If only she put on cuter clothes and some makeup, maybe then would she be pretty.”

The comments would get to you, and you found yourself trying to ditch school or show up late to classes so that the odds of being publicly ridiculed would be slim. You often felt that no one would notice if you disappeared. 

Or so you thought. 

There was one person that always seemed intrigued by you, but you never seemed to pay much attention to him. 

The boy was named Peter, more specifically, Peter Parker. 

He sat right next to you in English class, and he had only spoken to you once when you were paired together for an in-class assignment. 

He had always wanted to start a conversation with you, but he never knew how to go about it. His heightened senses picked up on the fact that you were often anxious, and he didn’t want to make your anxiety worse by trying to start a conversation. So, he never said anything to you, holding onto the hope that one day the right time would arise and he would be able to finally speak to you. 

And today was that day.

You had walked into English class fifteen minutes late, your head hung low to not draw anymore attention to yourself. However quiet you tried to be, it didn’t go unnoticed by your teacher.

“Late again, I see?” your teacher, Mr. Harris remarked harshly. The comment caught you off guard, which caused you to trip on someone’s backpack that was in the aisle. “Next time you come in late Y/N, I’ll have no choice but to give you detention.”

“Or better yet, you could just do us all a favour and not show up?” a boy named Chad remarked without skipping a beat, and the whole class broke out into laughter.

It took everything in you to not run out of the classroom, but instead you scurried to your desk and slumped into your seat, hoping that you wouldn’t call any more attention to yourself. You wrote something on a stray sticky note that was stuck to your binder, before pulling out your notebook and taking notes on what the teacher was saying. 

When the bell finally rang, you quickly shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out the door. You ran out so quickly that you didn’t even notice you had dropped the sticky note, which landed right by Peter’s shoe.

“Wait,” he tried to call out to you but it was too late. He bent down to pick up the note and let out a small gasp when he read what it said, “I just want to disappear.”

“No.” Peter muttered under his breath. Looking around to make sure no one noticed him reading the note, he discreetly placed the sticky note in his folder before heading to his next class.

—

Lunch rolled around, and Peter struggled with what to do about that note. He sat at the usual table and impatiently waited for Ned and MJ to show up so he could ask them what to do.

The duo walked over to the table a few minutes later, and when they set their things down, Peter asked if they had seen you around. 

“Nope.” they replied in unison.

“She wasn’t in History today, so maybe she went home early?” Ned said with his mouth full of pepperoni pizza. 

“Why do you suddenly want to know where she is, Parker?” MJ questioned as she stole Peter’s gogurt. 

Without responding, Peter pulled out the sticky note from his locker and showed his friends. 

“Oh.” MJ responded quietly, and Ned stayed quiet. 

“She was late to class today, and Chad made a remark saying that she should just never show up to class anymore. She didn’t speak up like she usually does, and wrote this during class. When she left, the note dropped and she didn’t notice it, but I picked it up and now I’m worried thinking that the comment really got to her.”

Ned and MJ nodded their heads and MJ placed her hand on Peter’s arm. 

“What should I do?” Peter leaned over the table and placed his face in his hands. 

“Talk to her.” Ned answered. 

“I’ve tried, but there never seems to be a good time to do so.”

“Hm, maybe write her a note and slip it in her locker? So that you won’t be seen passing notes in class and she won’t be flustered receiving it?”

Peter sat back up and looked MJ in the eye. “I never thought I would say this, but that’s actually a good idea, thank you.” 

“No problem, now if you’ll excuse me,” MJ reached for Peter’s bag of chips, “those cheetos are calling my name.” She ripped open the bag and smiled. 

That’s what I’ll do, I’ll go home and write her a letter, Peter thought to himself as he stole back the bag of chips that MJ took.

—

At 2:55pm, the last bell of the day rang and Peter ran out of class, down the corridors and out the main doors. He had been anxious all day since he found your note, him counting down the hours until he could rush home. The anxious feeling in his stomach grew when he didn’t see you at lunch, or at your locker. He was fearing the worst, and he hoped that he wasn’t too late. 

Instead of taking the subway home, he had changed into his Spiderman suit before his last class ended, and ran into an empty alleyway. He took his school clothes off, stuffed them in his backpack and swung home. He knew that he was working against the clock, and he wanted to get home in plenty of time so that he could write that letter to you.  

Making it home in record time, he climbed into his room and began looking for a piece of paper and a pen. He thought about what to say and fervently wrote that letter to you. After ten rewrites, and four hours later, he knew that he had finally said what he wanted to say. He gently folded it and stuck it in a homemade envelope, writing your name in cursive on the front and putting a heart at the end of your name. All he had to do now was wait until tomorrow to give it to you. 

—

The next day, during second period, Peter had excused himself from class and ran through the halls to put the letter in your locker, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting right below your locker. You were sitting there crying, with your knees to your chest. The door to your locker was open and there was a small box sitting next to you on the floor. 

“Y/N?” He whispered, and you shot your head up to see Peter standing there confused. “Is everything okay?” 

“Oh, um, hi Peter. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” You weakly smiled and wiped the tears off your cheeks with the arm of your sweater.

“Why is there a box on the floor?” He asked, taking a step closer to you.

“Oh,” you sniffled, “I’m moving schools.”

“Why is that?” Peter asked, his voice soft. He moved the box over and sat down on the floor next to you.

“You probably wouldn’t understand.” 

“I could try.” He scooted closer to you and looked at you sympathetically.

“I don’t feel like I belong here, at all. I don’t have any friends, and I don’t have any connections here that would make it worthwhile to stay.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He answered, unsure of what else to say.

“It’s not your fault. My mom offered to send me to a school across town and I’m gonna take her up on it.” 

“Well, if that’s the best choice for you, then you should take it.” He paused, “but I think maybe before you make that choice, there’s something you should know.” He grabbed the letter out of his back pocket and gave it to you. “I hope it doesn’t come off as creepy.” 

With shaky hands, he handed you the letter and you lightly grabbed it. Admiring the front of the envelope, you said, “Your cursive is really good, Peter.” 

He laughed at that comment and replied, “thank you, I won the ‘best penmanship’ award in third grade, and I pride myself with that.” 

“I bet you put that on your resume, didn’t you?” You joked and Peter replied, “oh, definitely.” 

Getting back to opening the letter, you took it out of its envelope and unfolded it. 

Y/N, 

I’ve thought about the best way to go about saying this, which I think may be this way. Today in class, I saw your note that said that you want to disappear, and I knew that I had to say something to you. So here it goes. Although I only know you from sitting next to you in class, you are so nice, patient and intelligent, and I hope that I can get to know you more. I always see you sitting by yourself at lunch, and I always tell myself that one day I’ll work up the courage to sit next to you and say hi, but I never can. 

You don’t deserve all the crap that you get, and I’m surprised that you don’t have any friends because you are one of the best people here at school. I genuinely mean that. You are one of the most ‘real’ people here; you’re authentically you, and I admire that about you. You don’t conform to what people say you should do or act or dress, and that’s admirable. You don’t hide your intelligence, and you sure as hell don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. Maybe that’s not a popular opinion with many people, but it is to me. 

If you ever need someone, I’m always here for you. I’m hoping that you’ll take me up on that offer Y/N, because I know what it’s like to be lonely, and what it’s like to not have any friends. It’s nice to have a friend, and I’d love to be yours. 

Peter x

You didn’t realise you were crying when a teardrop hit the paper, the ink spreading where it hit. 

“Peter, this is the nicest thing I’ve ever received, thank you.” 

Peter shrugged his shoulders and gently bumped your shoulder with his. “You’re welcome, and it’s true, by the way. All the things I said were true. You really do seem like a nice person and you don’t deserve the rude remarks that you get.” 

“I don’t know what else to say other than, thank you Peter. This means a lot to me.” You folded the letter up nicely and stuck it in your backpack. “This makes me reconsider wanting to move schools now.”

“Ultimately it’s your choice, and you should do what you think is best. But if I’ve learned one thing in life, it’s to not walk away when people are ridiculing you. Instead, if you stand your ground and don’t give into the crap, they’ll realise how strong and persistent you really are and eventually leave you alone.”

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I should stay here in order to stand up for myself. I’m not going to let a douchebag named Chad be the reason I move schools.”

“Exactly.” He chuckled. “But I also know how hard it is to stand up to bad people by yourself. It’s so much easier to have a group of people who have your back behind you, supporting you all the way. So if you need a friend Y/N, I’m here for you, because trust me, I know what it’s like to not have a friend.”

“Well Peter Parker, it’s nice to have you as a friend.” You whispered to him. You looked over at the boy with the soft curls and the kind eyes, and you mentally thanked the gods above for sending an angel like him to you.

“It’s nice to have you as a friend too. Now c’mon, let’s go show Chad that we’re not a force to be reckoned with.” He stood up and held his hand out for you to grab, to which you gladly did. Together, the two of you walked the empty halls, hand in hand, ready to take on the world.

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[my-one-true-l]

Hello Dear Anon!😉🖤(I know you usually like to be kept anonymous, so I answered this way!)

L

Is pretty indifferent to the whole thing. He spends a lot of time pointing out which mythologies he thinks Tolkien was inspired by when creating his lore.

Likes the Animated ones best and then The Hobbit live-action movie.

He’s in it for the cake and to see the smile on his S/O’s face since they get a HUGE chunk of time doing something they love with him alongside them. He’s not opposed to some snuggles while watching either.

Snacks: Caramel popcorn, gummy bears, cream soda for him & his S/O’s favorite soda for them, plus he has Watari bring cupcakes that are his S/O’s favorites.

Near

Brings action figures along to act out each important scene as you two watch.

He points out “inaccuracies” between the books and the movies, but when you tell him to shut it, he does.

He is enjoying it, even if it seems at times he is indifferent.

Snacks: Root beer floats with curly straws.

Mello

Being a sort of book purist, He’s kind of blah about it at first, but soon finds himself invested (which makes his S/O’s day.)

He loves to talk about the lore and even comes up with theories about the ring and how it works.

He’s also the most likely to get really into it and write stories (ahem fanfic) about it afterward.

Snacks: Chocolate covered pretzels, M&Ms, Cheetos, and Coke.

Matt

He’s the most into it from the start. He’s always down for a good fantasy adventure.

He is really into the stunt work and how they pull it off.

Is into the behind the scenes stuff. He loves seeing how it’s all made.

Snacks: Pizza combos, Cool Ranch Doritos, Dr. Pepper and Reese’s pieces.

Beyond Birthday

He’s into it. He likes that he means enough to his S/O that they want to share this with him.

Feels for Golum. He gets obsession.

He digs the costumes and the artistry of the makeup and is sure he could do a pretty good job himself if he wanted to put in the effort.  

Snacks: Strawberry Jelly Roll Cake and a bucket of chicken.

Light

He’s mildly interested, but only for his S/O’s sake.

He’s sort of paying attention, but his mind is on his Kira business.

He’s spending time with them though, so they feel like he prioritized them for once so that makes them happy.

Snacks: Chips (several kinds including his S/O’s favorite) and Lemon-lime Ramune. Since it’s their birthday, He also gets a store bought cake for them.

Misa

She’s totally not into and does a lot of talking through it. She’s bored, but doesn’t want to ruin it on her S/O.

However, Galadriel and Arwen are her favorites and is all about their stylization and costumes.

By the end, she wants to star in a fantasy adventure movie, because obviously she would be the best in whatever role she is cast in.

Snacks: She is so worried about her figure, she brings fruits kabobs with light whipped cream for dipping, popcorn with no butter (but a tiny bit of salt) and unsweetened ice tea. (I suppose it could be worse.)

[glitchxxd]

Date: 27.02.2021 Location: Death’s Party Starter for @sachas​

     To call it a success was an understatement. The explosions weren’t his deed and for all he knew, he wasn’t concerned with the outcome of it. It was even better no civilians payed the price for their shady bosses. Enzo’s real accomplishment today lied somewhere else. It was symbolic, destroying Pestilence’s well-kept, money-making secrets worked like a drug for his thrill-seeking heart. He still got shivers when he remembered leaking the data from their hard drives, through his SSDs and finally into his pocket, this time not witnessing the red screen, not facing failure once again. This time, Enzo was part of making Pestilence pay for their doings, but of course, that was just the beginning.

                And that was worth celebrating. 

     See, movies depicted hackers in a strange for Enzo manner. A hooded figure with dark sunglasses ( seriously though, who wears sunglasses inside? ), pizza with fries, pineapple and Cheetos as toppings ( disgusting ), a football match going on the TV all while hacking the Pentagon effortlessly. Loners, losers, boring people. Not Enzo, however. It was safe to say he already pre-gamed at his studio, three rounds of tequila boiling his blood long before opening the doors of the event. Music, alcohol, daring decorations and it seemed like everybody were as thrilled from their success as much as he was. Enzo quickly scanned the room, eyes hunting amidst his fellow Death colleagues. Vincent was absent or maybe setting something on fire, he wasn’t sure, which meant he had to find somebody else to bless with his presence and the lucky winner was “the broody man”.

     Sacha and Enzo had quite the dynamic. Their first interaction was in a dark, cold and creepy room. They were asking questions, Enzo answered, to everybody’s surprise, like a normal human being. Precise and to the point. His life kind of depended on it anyway, so he complied for once. Then, there were the meetings of Death, where they exchanged a few lines, nothing special. But tonight, Enzo was gonna talk to them and break the ice. It was decided. He lit a cigarette and made his way towards them.

     “Oh c’mon, for fuck’s sake, lighten up a bit! Everything was a success, people are getting drunk, everyone’s happy. I’m fucking happy, are you happy? Either you’re not or that’s just your resting bitch face and you’re actually pretty okay with the environment and the party and I’m just making a wild and uneducated guess that you’re brooding over somethin’. While you actually aren’t.” Enzo raised his eyebrow at Sacha. “Am I even remotely correct?”

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

Prompt: Frisk buying Grillby snacks to try on the Surface. He doesn't have the heart to tell 'em he doesn't like most of it.

This is probably one of the most wholesome prompts I’ve ever gotten regarding Undertale. I hope I did good! Here you go!

I Love the Taste of Ash! Warnings: throwing up, sort of? It’s implied a bit near the end. Word Count: 973 Summary: Grillby forces himself to participate in a taste test.

Grillby liked slow afternoons. Business was business, however it was nice to have some time to clean up after the lunch rush and make sure he was prepared for dinner. On weekdays, he tended to have plenty of time in the afternoon, seeing as most monsters were still at work, just getting back from work, or picking their children up from school.

Speaking of children…

Grillby heard the door to his bar open and set down the pan he’d been cleaning (by sterilizing it with fire magic, of course. He’d wash them with soap and water, but he never touched the stuff). When he went into the dining room, he smiled, immediately going behind the bar and pouring a glass of apple juice for one of his favorite regulars. “Hello, Frisk,” the fire monster greeted kindly, “How was school today?”

Frisk hopped up on a barstool with a serious expression, tossing their backpack on the bar counter. “No time to talk about that,” they declared. “We need to have a serious discussion.”

“Oh?” Grillby was worried as he set the juice in front of Frisk. Did something happen at school? Was Toriel unhappy that Frisk stopped by in the afternoons? She’d seemed perfectly fine with it so far.

“I need you to answer a question.” Frisk folded their arms, locking eyes with the bartender. “Have you. Ever tried. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.”

Grillby paused. That… was not what he’d been expecting. When he finally spoke, his answer left Frisk absolutely appalled.

“What… is a Cheeto?”

That was all the prompting Frisk needed to open their backpack, spreading several bags of chips out on the bar and ignoring Grillby’s mumbled comment about how he didn’t allow outside food. In the human’s opinion, Grillby was the best cook in the whole Underground, and now that monsters were free, he’d become one of the best cooks in the WORLD! It was an absolute travesty that he still hadn’t tried some of the greatest, messiest, and unhealthiest junk food that the surface had to offer! They told him as much as they gestured to the wide selection of brightly colored bags in front of them.

“Did you spend your whole weekly allowance on this?” Grillby asked, though looking at the sheer number of chip options made the question mostly rhetorical.

“Nevermind that!” Frisk picked up a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos from the pile and opened it for him, thrusting the bag towards him insistently. “Look, these ones even have ‘flame’ and ‘hot’ in the name. You have to try them.”

Now, Grillby had tried human food once since he’d been on the surface. Sans had taken him to a human diner where they ordered a pizza to share. The bartender had enjoyed the atmosphere of the place, but when the pizza arrived, he discovered (rather unpleasently) that human food had a fault that made it impossible for the fire monster to enjoy. Remembering the evening made Grillby understandably hesitant to try the snacks Frisk was offering him. But…

Frisk looked so hopeful, eyes glittering with excitement as they awaited Grillby’s reaction. The thought of disappointing the little human made the bartender sigh. He was going to regret this later.

Reaching into the bag, he took out one of the oddly-shaped chips(??). “Why are they dusty?” he asked with a hint of skeptasim, the powder somehow already all over Grillby’s hand.

“It’s part of the experience,” Frisk insisted. “Besides, the powder is the good part. It’s what makes them spicy!”

“Spicy. Right.” Grillby eyed the snack for a moment, then glanced at Frisk again, who nodded encouragingly. Well… no backing out now. The bartender braced himself, then put the Cheeto in his mouth.

As soon as Grillby closed his mouth around the chip, the searing hot flames that made up his body turned it to ash in his mouth. Monster food was usually infused with magic, which protected it from some of the odd properties of a monster’s body while they ate. Human food didn’t have any magic in it, and the fire inside Grillby’s body wasn’t the same as the fire that made up the outside of his body. He could be touched without burning the person touching him, but if they (for some reason) but their hand in his mouth, they’d pull it out with third degree burns. Cheetos and chips in general were already dry. Putting one in his mouth, Grillby was pretty sure he would rather eat a mouthful of sand.

Determined not to fail Frisk’s expectations, Grillby pretended to chew and then forced himself to swallow. It took everything in him not to gag, and he couldn’t help the small cough that escaped him. He managed a weak smile when he looked back at the human. “Y-you’re right, it’s a little spicy,” he managed.

“But how did you like it?” Frisk asked, scooting forward on their barstool.

Oh, the things Grillby did for this child. He gave them an awkward thumbs up, which seemed to satisfy Frisk. They cheered, reaching for another bag. “Okay, if you liked those, Takis have to be next!”

Later that evening, Grillby would find himself coughing up ash in one of the toilet stalls of the bar while Sans rubbed his back, mumbling something about how he should probably close early. The bartender would have to agree, but he didn’t regret his choices. One night of stomach pain was worth it, to make Frisk happy. Still… He made a mental note to come up with some evasive excuses to save himself if the human ever asked him to do something like that again.

Thanks for reading! I hope this was good and lived up to your expectations.

If anyone wants to send me a writing prompt, asks are open! Leave me a comment if you wanted to be added to my tag list for Undertale related writing!

[sentient-stove]

Ranking every Pixar movie

From worst to best.  As an extra challenge, tag five people to do it too.  @falling-oceans @sweetkirbi  @briefstrangerchild  @matchasweettea @tehhappypl-ace

22. The Good Dinosaur: I hate Arlo. As a character, he has no spine, spends most of the film whining about how terrible his life is and then when he finally gets a grip, the movie is over. As for animation, the dinosaurs were too cartoon like to feel right for such a landscape based film. I did like the Pizza Planet truck in the opening scene, ten out of ten for hiding it with the asteroid belt. 21. Monsters University: nothing interesting happened here. Moving on. 20. Finding Dory: sigh. This film was well animated, I love Pixar and water, but most of the stunts felt, too unreal. Where Nemo and Marlin fountain hop was what killed me. I liked Hank, but when the film had him drive a truck with all the fish inside, I gave up. I did like the closure on what happened to the fish from the tank in Australia, but however they got to Cali beats me. It was nice to see Crush again. 19. Cars 2: MATER IS A SIDE CHARACTER. Ok, rant over. I thought it was okay, but still, very disappointing for a Pixar sequel. 18. Cars 3: The trailer was better than the movie. Pixar should have stopped after Cars 2. I personally didn’t care for McQueen’s end paint job. 17. Cars: The idea is nice, the soundtrack is killer, I just don’t like the Cars movies at all. I’m sorry, but McQueen is egotistical and a jerk. Just because he got stuck in Radiator Springs, doesn’t mean he’s got character development. I do however love when he arrives that first night, easily the best five minutes of the movie. 16. Toy Story 4: It felt more like a marketing strategy, rather than a continuation of the Toy Story universe. Forky and his existential crisis is a solid mood. I’ll admit, I walked out halfway through the film, it wasn’t worth my time. I wish that they left it at three movies. 15.  Monsters Inc.: I liked the idea of the movie. But, feels like the plot drops too fast and that the resolution drops as well. Mike’s comedy act is game though and Put that thing back or so help me remains one of my favorite things to yell at siblings. 14.  Coco: the animation is Gorgeous. I loved this movie when it first came out. The story is beautiful, they handled the villain with grace and it gave me warm fuzzies. However, it’s overplayed. Every family reunion I’ve been out since this film came out, they’ve played this. Stop. I think the songs are okay, but I get tired when they’re stuck in my head. Pixar created a masterpiece that my relations ruined, which is ironic, since the movie is about family. 13. Toy Story 2: they reused the, ‘I’m not a toy!’ plot and that made it tired. I liked Jessie. And the horse licking Cheeto dust off of Al’s fingers. Al looked a bit like my middle school theater teacher, so that made me feel uncomfy. Other than that, decent film. 12. Inside Out: Joy is annoying. The idea is great, although they missed a great pun opportunity with when they had to walk through long term memory. Could have used a memory lane pun. The rest of the puns were amazing and I loved the concept, just wasn’t well executed. 11. Up: I don’t cry during movies (Frozen 2’s show yourself is the exception), so I didn’t really feel upset during the first ten minutes of the film. I love Kevin and Russel’s friendship and then the pleasant surprise that there were baby Kevins. Carl had great character development and I’m grateful Pixar showed real world challenges people go through. 10. Incredibles 2: Voyd is amazing. So is Violet and Dash, I loved the boat, but my favorite part is right before the battle with Screenslaver. You don’t talk, you watch talk shows. You don’t play games, you watch game shows.... The monologue over Elastagirl hunting the big bad gave me literal chills. I would pay to watch this again and again. I loved the limo driver that messed up his line to Frozone as well. And the little girl with the sign at the protest reminded me of similar signs I’ve seen, and made, before. 9. Bug’s Life: Very mature for a Pixar film. Held onto some ideologies I’ve studied and I personally think it’s a lot better than Antz, which took a similar direction but failed. 8. Toy Story: the animation may not have aged gracefully, but for when it hit theaters, it was something the world had never seen before. I love the magic eight ball, the aging of the room was a nice touch and the dog was a riot. 7. Toy Story 3:great finale. Great characters and development and great animation. I love Barbie and that she broke up with Ken instead of just being an airhead of a toy. 6. Finding Nemo: Cinematic masterpiece. Pixar and water is a great combo, and it’s got a great story. 5. The Incredibles: Violet is so relatable. Mirage is awesome, easily the most underrated bad guy to good guy I’ve seen. Mom and Dad hero pair, amazing. Dash running on water, amazing. Violet growing up and saving her brother from the Omnidroid, amazing. Edna Mode voiced by Brad Bird, amazing. This film was incredible. 4. Brave: yes, this movie gets a lot of hate. And I mean a lot. But I’m a sucker for a heroine who takes charge. Merida fights with her mom, we all fight with family and that makes it feel realistic. The music is amazing. Chase the wind is still one of my favorite songs. The will the wisps are accurate to myth and th amount of sheer detail goes unnoticed in this movie. DunBroch, Mordu’s fallen kingdom, the Stonehenge, the sky are all so artfully animated. The witch is an absolute riot and I love her. 3. Onward: DND references everywhere. I love it. Ian Lightfoot is a relatable character with his social anxiety and lists of what he needs to do, and his sacrifice is commendable. Barley is a supportive older sibling and he’s a role model with how he helps his younger brother learn to drive, learn magic and so many other things. The Manticore is excellent and a salty character I live for. The mom is bad a, and I think that it’s amazing she got so much screen time compared to other Pixar moms. Ride of the Valkeryies playing while Barley salutes his van’s final voyage? Tearjerker. The curse beast having the face of the high school’s dragon mural? I was the only one who laughed in the theater I was in. It was relatable and heartfelt, a Pixar masterpiece. 2. Ratatouille: this movie was the start of my love of baking and of Paris. I was young when it came out, but it’s so, so artistic and beautiful. Remy is a well thought out character and having Gusteau as his shoulder angel was amazing. Alfredo Linguini literally means white sauce pasta, but I’ll ignore that. The end with the new restaurant is amazing and Chef Skinner is salty and I like it. 1. WALL.E: space. This was my childhood. I’ve seen this movie maybe upwards of a hundred times. The animation is gorgeous, the characters beautifully scripted. For a movie that has only 22 minutes of speech, it conveys a message far more powerful than any words could. WALL.E is a sunshine child with his hyperfixation on humans and as someone who hyperfixates, this was amazing to see on a big screen. That it was okay to have quirks and unique interests and viewpoints. The spacedance is beyond anything and it still has bits of humor, along with heartwarming scenes and images. EVA fixing WALL.E at the end was painful, and then the Spark bringing back WALL.E’s life was the best ending I could have ever gotten. And his whole goal was just to hold EVA’s hand, it was soooo cute!  I might have to revise my list when Soul comes out, but here’s the current!