#pls someone come and help her with this cheese

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham

Okay as someone born and raised in Jersey, I feel like we as a fandom are missing out on truly Jersey-ified Gotham. Like, c’mon, Jersey Girl Brucie Wayne??? So here I am to present a list of things I need more of because god damn it make Batfam— mostly Bruce, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Duke— Jersey (all based on my own personal experiences/real things that have happened to me):

Bruce cannot pump his own gas. He just. Doesn’t know how to. It’s not like a rich person thing, he just never learned cause he’s from fucking Jersey and never leaves Gotham. Jason didn’t know how and Talía lost her shit “How??? You are child superhero??? Who died and spontaneously came back??? But you can’t pump gas??” Tim kinda knows cause of Titans but again, he never really had to. (There’s a Twitter threaded dedicated to the Wayne family titled “is this rich or Jersey”). Steph and Duke can but they both pretend not too.

There have been fist fights over whether it’s pork roll or taylor ham. Jason and Bruce are very adamantly pork roll like the good Southern Jersey boys they are— it’s the one thing they can agree in most days— but Tim is taylor ham. Steph and Duke, despite being South Jersey, like to cause chaos and flip sides constantly. Dick, Damian, and Cass couldn’t care less.

The Absolute Hatred of New York/NYC. Doesn’t matter which kid it is, Bruce (and Alfred) got them all on board with this. Don’t even get them started on the Statue of Liberty; it’s a Wayne family tradition to try and buy it from NY because technically it’s more in NJ than NY and it’s closer too. They’ve yet to be successful but Bruce has hope for when it’s Damian’s turn.

And bc of this hatred of NYC comes the support of Philly!! None of them are super big sport fans, but they do cheer for Eagles, 76ers, and Union. Bruce, thanks to Alfred, is a big fan of soccer (“it’s football, master Bruce, I didn’t raise you in a barn”), and is a member of the Sons of Ben. He can be found in the River End of the stadium with Jason cheering for Union at pretty much every home game. There are multiple videos of Brucie Wayne and Jason Wayne screaming at refs, launching fireworks off the roof, and cursing out opposing teams’ players. Duke and Tim can be found 76ers games, while Steph frequents Eagles games.

Accents. Pls for the love of god give those boys (and Steph) accents. They are from New Fucking Jersey. They say “cawfee” and “tawlk.” They pronounce 0% of their t’s in the middle of words— kitten is ki’en, Trenton is tren’in. Jason and Steph drop letters when they gets pissed, Bruce slurs words, Duke and Tim drop passive-aggressive “y’all’s” to piss people off.

Driving. Now it’s not that they’re shit drivers, it’s that everyone else is a shit driver, and it’s not helped that majority of them learned to drive in the Batmobile. Steph has a loudspeaker on her car and frequently yells “fucking Pennsylvania turn your goddamn blinker on!” while driving. Bruce has a room in the manor dedicated to his speeding tickets. Tim as gotten into multiple fists fights at lights because people were driving slow in the fast lane. Jason is infamous for doing the Jersey Slide.

Jason, Tim, and Steph have gotten mugged before. They talked their way out of it and gave tips to the mugger. Bruce has kicked a rabid raccoon while walking home before because what else was he supposed to do? Duke has ordered a “pork roll egg and cheese on an everything” before in Not-Jersey and cried because they don’t have it. Several foreign benefactors of WE have asked for translators at meetings with Brucie cause Brucie’s accent is so thick and exaggerated. IN CONCLUSION: making Batfam (and gotham) Jersey is funny as hell and presents so many good opportunities. Make Batfam Jersey! (again these are all just my personal experiences, big state yada yada, different experiences, blah blah idgaf I jsut need batfam fist fighting over pork roll)

[tainted-liquor]

'Tiny hands; Little Baby ...ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ft. 42Miles

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✩ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and baby powder!

˙⟡TWs: Cussing, Miles speaks mostly Spanish, so ready ur spanishDict

✩A/N: Miles is soft when it comes to his children. Its not ooc, he was based off of MY sisters father. parents usually 'calm down' after having babies. pls don't start complaining

When you think of the ideal father, you usually would think of two types of people. The happy-go-lucky super kind and outgoing person, or someone who balances both fun and order. You never in your life expected to be a mother, or even wanted kids as a matter of fact. But everything changed when you met him. Miles.

Admittedly, when you met in high school shit was rocky. Typical 'anti-social social' kid. Everybody knew him, but nobody was ever able to say they talked to him. But things slowly began to change as the school year passed, and you seemed to pop up more and more in each other's lives. Art projects, a shared interest in graffiti, seating charts in chem, and ending up at the same bodega during the wee hours of the night.

You waltzed into the small store, grabbing a tube of Pringles and a bottle of cherry Faygo. You had a project to get done within the next 5 hours and spent 3 days working nonstop so you wouldn't fail this semester. Your eyes were low and sleepy, your movement was slower than average and it looked like you had been crying. A lot. What is a girl supposed to do when she feels like her life is being drowned out by constant numbers and big words?

You waited by the counter, tapping away on your phone as you waited for the man behind the glass to finish making your chop cheese, slowly raising your head to see who just swung open the door. You made eye contact with Miles for a brief moment, nodding upward as a form of greeting before suddenly being startled. Miles's eyes widened for a moment, taking a tiny step back as he took in how sleepy you looked. Your hoodie wasn't even on properly, one arm completely off your shoulder and exposing a fraction of your black tank top to the world around you. "Well damn, nigga. I know I look like shit but don't make it obvious" you snorted, rolling your eyes as you dropped your head back to your phone screen.

"Oh, my bad. Just not used to seeing you outside of school" he shrugged, making his way to the counter to order his food and standing next to you in silence. You both tapped away on your phones, scrolling through your Instagram while you waited for your sandwich. There was nothing else to it, really. You both waved bye to each other as you left the store, silently building a smidge of a relationship compared to being just strangers. For the most part, it was like that at school too.

There was no real reason to talk to him, outside of a small hallway talk and a nod or a wave. And it stayed like that for a long time, until a random day in the school's library. Miles came strutting through the oak wood doors, seemingly pissed off as he slammed his supplies on a nearby table and started working silently. You side-eyed him, continuing to blast the music in your headphones until you felt a presence begin getting closer to you. You grabbed one of your AirPods, removing it from your ear as Miles stood over you.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up at him as you paused your music. He said nothing, only showing you a piece of paper with honors calculus work. "Do you need help?" you asked, scanning over the paper briefly before putting your AirPods in your case. He nodded, letting you take the paper from him as he leaned against the table. "Aight, sit down. I'm only doing one problem though" you muttered, scooting your chair over to make room for Miles.

When Miles left that table, you were closer than normal. You spent the rest of the afternoon helping him 'study' (talking to each other while he finished his work) and exchanging numbers and Instagram. "Good luck with your test!" You smiled, waving from across the room as he left the library. He gave you a nod before swiftly exiting, leaving people asking you left and right "What's Miles like?" You didn't think anything of it, at all.

You never would have imagined that that same boy would be the father of your child almost ten years later.

“MILES!” You shouted as loud as humanly possible. “SÍ? QUÉ HICE??” He shouted back from the kitchen. “MY FUCKING WATER BROKE START THE CAR!” You yelled as you stared down in absolute shock. And it was absolute chaos from there. Miles was practically stumbling out of the house as he ran to start the car, muttering curses as he ran up to get you out of your shared room.

Unfortunately for Miles, he had no idea what was happening. He was terrified but tried to be as supportive as possible through the entire situation. He was out cold for most of the delivery, having fainted 10 minutes in from anxiety. "Sir? SIR-!"

BOOM

But other than that, everything went amazing! He cried for 20 whole minutes when he got to hold his beautiful baby girl. "W-what...sniffle... are you going to...sob...name h-her, love?" he asked between a puddle of tears. You took a good look at your baby through soaked eyes, realizing she was born...quiet. She had one green eye, and one dark brown eye that was taken right from her father's face, a cute little button nose, and a head full of placenta-permed hair. She cried once the entire birth and remained silent the rest of the way, just like her nonchalant-ass daddy. "I'm thinkin' about...Asomi" you replied before bursting out in tears, causing Miles to burst even further into tears.

You attempted to reach for your baby, earning a watery glare from your boyfriend. "Nigga I JUST PUSHED HER OUT! GIMME MY BABY!" you giggled as you attempted to grab your daughter. "nuh-uh. I'm not done holding her" he retorted, flashing you a middle finger as he held Asomi even closer. "Miles Gonzalo Morales."

"Lo siento. Te amo mucho. Tú eres muy bonita y inteligente" he quickly replied as he handed your daughter over.

And from that moment forward, everything in Miles's life revolved around his beautiful family. He spent hours rambling on and on to 'Omi', as he calls her, about anything under the sun. "Entonces," Miles began as he attempted to give 'Omi a sink bath. "Tú mami me dijo que necesito hablar más inglés a ti. I won't though, cuz you're my lil princess" he whispered as he curved Omi's hair into a bubbly mohawk and giggled like a child. He played with the bubbly water, pretending to be one of the countless tiny rubber duckies she had floating around in the water.

"Alright, c'mon. Necesito vestir tú antes consigue frío" he giggled as he put the kid in a prowler onesie you told him not to buy. He blew raspberries on Asomi's little belly, earning adorable giggles from his daughter as he carried the tiny baby with one arm. He cleaned up some of the toys on the floor, briefly pushing them inside the toy bin before grabbing the tiny purple pacifier and soft wooly lamb-lamb plush. Omi clung to his shirt, laying her head on his shoulder as she held the tiny lamb-lamb plushie. Miles kissed her on the forehead, sat down on the couch, and fell asleep with Omi dozing off right beside him.

You came home to two of your two favorite people in the world snuggled up on the couch. Omi's tiny hand gripped Miles's shirt as Miles held her like an inmate protecting his tray. You giggled to yourself, snapping a quick pic for the memories before joining their 'nap circle'.

"G'night, pretty babies" you whispered, pressing kisses on both of their cheeks.

"Mmh...noches."

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[luveline]

hi! i know ur not from the us so pls feel free to ignore this but i think a kbd fic where steve and the girls are doing sparklers for the fourth of july would be so cute! absolutely adore everything u post 🫶🏻

thank u!! sorry i know it isn't the fourth anymore bit I hope u enjoy regardless!! kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader show their daughters how to use sparklers for the first time, 2k

Steve isn't a huge fan of fireworks because of how dangerous they can be, but sparklers are just fine in his book. He buys a box of thirty. The girls can do ten each if they feel like it, though he knows Dove won't be interested, and he guesses Bethie will be too scared to hold them. 

Still, he hopes. You're hosting a banquet of food when he arrives, a mixture of things you made and stuff he prepared yesterday. It's a feast of hotdogs and burgers, cupcakes and donuts, macaroni and cheese and chilli with white rice. The table is crammed with plates and the radio is on, playing fun pop music a little too loudly for Dove's taste, her hands over her ears.

You turn down the radio, and ask her where she sits on your hip, "Is that better, sweetheart?" 

"Hey," he says, putting the box of sparklers on the counter. 

"Hey, Stevie," you say, in a rare tone. You always talk to him with love but he adores how you say his name now, like you've never been happier to see him in your entire life. "They had some?"

"Lucky, right? Guess I'm not the only schmuck who forgot to buy some." 

Avery rushes for his legs, a chocolate donut in one hand and a cup of juice in the other. Despite her luggage, she expects to be picked up. Steve grabs her. 

"You're cold, dad," she says. 

"Really? It's not cold out," he says. 

"You need something to warm you up." 

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Sure I do. Give me a hug, but don't get icing in my hair, please." 

Avery hugs him, sticky cheek pressing into his as her arms strain around him. He pats her back, meeting your eyes and returning your happy smile. Steve turns on the spot to see Bethie practically elbow deep in a bowl of chilli. She loves anything that comes with rice, and she eats it like someone's going to take it away from her, chilli staining her lips and cheeks, a grain of rice stuck to her chin.

"Did you get a photo of that?" he asks. 

"Of course I did," you laugh, putting Dove down to brace yourself against the counter. You stretch your neck in a tight circle. 

"Thank you. Beth, that looks so nice! Are you saving any for me?" 

"No!" she says happily, smiling wide as an ocean. 

"Good girl. Alright, you tell me when you're finished, I have something fun for after dinner." 

Dinner gets put on pause. You wipe Bethie's face clean, giggling the whole time and telling her how cute she is in your saccharine mommy voice that melts her, "We should have that more often, huh?" It's always a good day when Bethie eats well.

Steve helps Avery put her shoes on and together they step out into the backyard. It's small considering the house is a four bedroom, but maybe that's why you'd been able to afford it in the first place. You work with what space you have. There's a light wood fence, the perimeter half lined by pansies and the other side with a slim shed full of their bikes and scooters and a small bed where the girls attempted to grow strawberries last year. They didn't take, but Steve has hope for this summer. 

The yard is clean though slightly neglected, and Steve has to work spider duty before Avery will agree to step off of the doorjam. You follow soon, Dove at your shins, Bethie cautious as she steps out in her socks behind you.

"Where's your shoes?" Steve asks her. 

"I told her she didn't have to wear them," you say. "She says they're pinching her toes." 

Steve had Beth's feet measured specifically to avoid that. He assumes it isn't pinching so much as not wanting to wear them. He shrugs. "Okay. Stay on the stones then, Beth, I don't know what's in the grass. You might step on a snail." 

"Ew," she says, sitting down in the doorway.

Steve lights a sparkler for no one first of all, wondering how each girl will react. He hands it to you as the sparks jump to life, white and bright in the shade of the garden, the shadow of their house. You wave it around gently, but when each of your daughters gasps in unhappy shock, you hold your hand under the sparkler and let a spark kiss your palm. 

"They aren't dangerous," you promise. You wave it into a heart, a star, the letter A. "Does anyone wanna try?" 

"Me!" Avery shouts, holding out her hand. The sparkler burns remarkably quickly down to the stem.

"Dad will give you a new one. Hey, baby?" you put the sparkler down on the glass patio table as it sputters out. "Don't you have those gardening gloves?" 

Soon, Steve's outfitted each girl in a glove too big for their hand. He passes Avery a sparkler, and her bravery and subsequent joy prompts some jealousy in Bethie, fighting her fear to take one too. You crouch down to stand with her as she waves it around, her eyes like saucers as white sparks fly. 

"It's so pretty!" you say. 

Dove is interested, but not in holding one. Steve picks her up and lights a sparkler, raising it away from her curious hands to draw her name. Avery squeaks with happiness and proclaims it as magic. "Dad, I'm a fairy!" 

"I can see! Try not to put it by your hair, okay?" 

She squeals some more until it dies in her hand. "Can I have another one?" 

"Ooh," you coo, watching with pride as Bethie draws a circle with hers, "my girl's brave today, I'm super proud of you. Isn't this fun?"

Steve lights another one for Avery and gives Dove a loving kiss, thrilled to see them all this happy. He's really surprised Bethie's enjoying herself, but he supposes it would be hard for her to have a bad time with your hands on her shoulders, your encouragement soft and shining as angora silk. 

They must use up four or five each like that. 

"Daddy," Dove says, imploring as she touches his face. 

"What?" he asks, thinking of tacking 'my little princess' on the end but withholding. Lately every sentence he says has a pet name squeezed in the middle. He has a lot of love to give. 

She looks at him. He pats her small back, wondering if she's going to bless him with a sentence or two. She's old enough now to be talking, but she's quiet like Bethie most of the time. Or, she's not talkative —Dove is far from quiet. 

"Hotdog, please."

Steve laughs loudly. "You want me to make you a hotdog?" 

"And ketchup." 

"Yeah, I can make you a hotdog. You don't want to stay for another sparkler?" he asks. 

"No." 

He laughs again, pressing another kiss overtop the first one he'd laid on her chubby cheek. "Thank you for saying please, sweetheart. You're such a good girl." 

"Can I have a hotdog, too?" Avery asks.

"Sure you can, whatever you want. Beth? Mom?" 

You've sat down on the floor. You're probably cold, but your smile would never show it. "I think me and Bethie are going to have another helping of chilli and rice, aren't we?" you ask hopefully. 

Bethie's sparkler fizzles out. "Can we do more sparklers again?" 

"Yeah. Tell you what, let's go back inside for food and when everyone's full, we'll come outside and do some more before bed. Sound good?" 

The girls head inside, and Steve makes some hotdogs on the stove. Dove falls asleep with a bun in her hand, Bethie with her cheeks painted in sauce. Avery doesn't tire so easily, and while the others sleep, you and Steve take her out to the back door to light another sparkler. You write your names, you draw clumsy constellations. Steve writes 'I love

Avery,' grinning as she sounds out each letter. 

Avery relishes in the delight of having your unfettered attention. She stays up for hours after her sisters with you and Steve, long enough to watch stray fireworks shoot up into the sky over your backyard, her head on your shoulder, her hand in Steve's hand. 

"This is the best day ever," she says. 

Steve wants to cry. Genuinely. He meets your eyes over Avery's head, and you shuffle closer to her without speaking, enveloping her in a hug from either side. 

"Every day is the best day ever with you around, Ave," Steve says. 

"The best. Me and dad tried some fireworks, when you weren't born." Steve and Avery look at you with mirrored interest. He doesn't remember what story you're going to tell. "You would've been very small in me at the time," you say, looking up as a pink and white firework blossoms across the night sky like a peony. "Like a strawberry seed. We… didn't know you were coming. I knew. I knew, but I didn't know. I could feel you right here," —you point at your stomach— "but I had no idea what you were going to be." 

"Hey, you're right," Steve says. He forgets you were pregnant before you knew it. 

"But me and dad lived together already," you say. "We were always going to get married and have babies and stuff, but you came really quickly. You were excited." 

Steve grins. Avery hangs on your every word. 

"But anyway, me and dad lived together. Not here, but somewhere, and we didn't have a yard but there was a little patch of grass and we figured we'd buy some, but he burned a stripe of my arm hair off by accident with a long lighter, and the we didn't have a fence to nail the Catherine wheel down, and he accidentally dropped the firecracker box on the way home so it didn't work anymore, and the rockets wouldn't light." 

"Oh, no," Avery says. "You didn't have any fireworks?" 

"None. But we had a pack of sparklers. We did it just like we did with you. I wrote 'I love Stevie' in big letters, and your dad tried to hug me and jabbed me in the stomach with his burned up one." 

"Your hoodie," Steve remembers finally. "Your white hoodie, I bought it for you the week before at the mall after you threw up in Dairy Queen. I remember." 

"I had it for a week, and he got this huge ash smudge on it." 

"But you wouldn't let me wash it with bleach." 

You give Avery a kiss on the top of her head. "I wanted to remember how happy we were. I thought the smudge was a nice reminder. Turns out I got much more than a smudge." 

"You got me," Avery decodes.

"We got you," you say. "You're a thousand different things, Avery. You're smart, and kind, and pretty, and you're also a really good reminder that your dad loves me." 

"Do you need a reminder?" Steve asks, genuinely worried, and kind of in awe. How you can sit there and say something that romantic off the cuff is beyond him. He really might cry soon. 

"No," you say smugly. "You tell me all the time." 

Not enough, he decides. After this, he'll be sure to tell you more. 

Steve falls in love with you for the thousandth time.

"What I'm trying to tell you, Ave, is that dad is right. Every day with you in it is a really good day. I love you so much," you start to fizzle, which is to say your voice gets tight. You won't cry, but Steve teeters. "I'm really, really happy you had the best day ever, 'cos you make every day the best for dad and your sisters and me." 

"Really?" Avery asks softly. 

"Really," Steve says, rubbing the space between her shoulders. 

A rocket squeals into the air and fractures into a ring of spectral colours. 

Avery climbs onto her feet, and, torn between who to hug, wraps an arm around both of your necks. 

Steve wraps his arms around you both, squeezing your hip. He's gotten used to being loved, to feeling it, but tonight might be an all time high. Sparklers become a Harrington tradition that year. 

[beansricejc]

John Wick x F!Reader: The Lurking Wolf

summary: stalker!JW finds you oh so fascinating. kind of a mesh of headcanons/one shot.

warnings: stalking, p in v descriptions, implied (potentially) noncon, male masterbation, unsolicited photography, murder fantasy, physical assault, mugging, general violence, cursing, bondage references, female reader (no use of y/n).

not proofread! uploading this at 12:15 am, so I’m def half asleep. pls enjoy.

the first time he saw you, it was a complete mistake. you were both at the New York City Trader Joe’s, which in itself is one of the busiest buildings in the damn neighborhood.

you’re walking out of the checkout line, reusable bag in hand full of wine and nice cheese for your friend’s dinner party that evening.

crash! a huge body slams into you, as the bigger person was in a rush, you drop your bag, and on instinct a pair of arms catch it for you before it hits the laminate floor.

his forearms are toned and tan, with his veins swelling under his muscular flesh. you even notice a pattern of multicolored bruises scattered on his brawny limbs. large hands grip the bottom of the bag, and a soft grunt escapes his lips from above you.

the scent of a car shop, aftershave, and few other things enter your nose while this is going on. it must be what this man smells like.

“oh, I’m sorry!” you apologize. you don’t know why you apologize, it’s certainly not your fault, it’s actually his, he was in a rush and wasn’t looking out for you. maybe it’s your anxiety spiking because you avoid confrontation, and John spots this out instantaneously.

your head tilts up to look at the accident prone man. unbeknownst to you, he’s the world’s most lethal weapon. of course you don’t know that, you just get lost in his deep brown eyes for a few seconds before laughing and flashing an awkward smile.

but John can’t keep his eyes off of you. he scanned your entire being, your figure, your pretty face. he snaps out of it when you apologize to him.

“no, it’s my fault. sorry about that.” his grumbly voice says to you while he hands you the tote bag. he clears his throat, and you take your bag back. you give him that nervous pressed lip smile that you give everyone, nod your head before you turn to leave the building.

you’ve made it a few blocks but you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. your cute little head has even whipped around your peripheral view a few times just to be sure.

you shrug the feeling off as your anxiety spiking from that grocery store encounter. naturally, you have no idea of the creature that’s following you back to your small Brooklyn apartment.

-

to John, you’re the embodiment of perfection. an angel on earth. every time he watches you from a suitable distance, there’s a tingly feeling in his chest and stomach. he doesn’t know what this is. he’s never felt this way about a woman (not even Helen herself, god rest her soul).

he’s even brought his camera he only uses for his targets whenever he comes to see you. he’ll wait in his black muscle car, right when your delicate hands open your bedroom curtains to let in the morning sunshine.

John gets to work. Pointing the lens at just the right angle, from when you reach on your tip toes to open window, giving John the perfect view of your well shaped hips and thighs.

he snaps a few more pictures and he can even spot some blue cotton panties that are revealed by your oversized shirt being a bit disheveled.

the blood rushes to his cock, and has to bite his lip to try to stop the feeling. it doesn’t help.

-

over the past few months of following you around, he’s come to realize he’s never actually interacted with you besides for the grocery store incident. he’s gotta change that.

there’s been a reoccurring fantasy that has haunted John for the past few weeks. for you to be saved by him. for John to be your knight in shining armor.

the things he would do to feel your body pressed to his. to have his arms wrapped around you, cocooning you in a protective position from harm.

well, he’s paid someone to find out. mainly to figure out if you’re a fight or flight kind of gal. he’s expecting the first option.

he knows your thursday night routine. your 9:30 pm trip to the bodega two blocks from your apartment. John assumes you have the munchies from those really low dosage THC gummies you buy from your friend Sam every other month.

he knows a lot about you.

and he’s paid a low level lackey to shake you up a bit.

the bell rings when you open the door to the shop, the cashier waved to you and greets you. you’re on a first name basis. John knows this, and the thought of you even speaking to another person of the male gender forces his blood to boil.

-

John has dreamt of putting his hands around the necks of the men in your life, besides for your step-father, and the nice old man at the local library you occasionally play chess with.

His strong hands would squeeze and squeeze as the men would gasp for air. With every blink of John’s eyes, the face would change. Your four ex boyfriends, your coworkers, your boss. The several guy friends you have in your big friend group. All of them, gurgling, gasping, choking. And then…

snap.

the hitman’s hands would finish the job. just another target. no, not just another target. a roadblock that has been demolished. one of the roadblocks, to you.

of course, John would wake up in a cold sweat, and for some reason, his dick would be completely erect from the images of taking the lives of the men you know.

his tip would be swollen and leaking of his precum. why was this the thing that made him the most hot and bothered?

the hands that have taken the lives of hundreds, gripping around his own girth and twisting, using his own arousal to lubricate it. but not too much, John prefers a decent amount of friction.

then his hand lurches up and down on his throbbing shaft. hips jerking forward. buck after buck. he’s picturing you, tied to his bedposts, legs spread wide.

the thought of thrusting his fat cock hard into you could make him finish if he’s not careful enough. but now? it’s coming in handy.

imagining the squelching noises from the sin you two are committing. damn near hearing your cries and whimpers, pleas of mercy, erupting from your lips, as your cunt quivers around his cock.

you’re taking him so well.

and oh, John’s letting you know.

“Good girl, how’s my princess feel?” he’d groan out, feeling how good your wetness is on his dick.

feeling you tighten whenever you’re close to climaxing.

but unfortunately, sometimes in these fantasies, they would go sideways, fast.

John’s eyes want to look at your chest and stomach, but he’s met with bloodied flesh. the crimson covers your soft torso, his hands, all the way up to your chest, which is bouncing with each needy thrust.

John’s head whipped to the side, realizing there were a few of your male friends, dead, on the bedroom floor, below you and John making love. was it love? or was it John getting his way?

with the cries of your duct taped muffled mouth, he couldn’t tell.

then John would break out of his dream, chest heaving up and down from the stimulation of the act.

“fuck…” John cursed, fist punching the bedside table. “I didn’t even cum.”

-

but here you were, back at the bodega late at night. you’re happily humming a song that you’ve been listening to a lot this month. John made a fake account, and followed you on Spotify.

cue that low level lackey we mentioned earlier. some gangster in his thirties, bald, with a goatee and big sunglasses.

you’re busy figuring out which Mexican soda you’d like. and tonight, you’ll be thanking your preference for that type of drink.

“gimme all your money, bitch! or you’re fuckin’ dead!” the lackey threatens with a nasty tone to his voice. you’re high but you jump, a gasp leaving your mouth.

“shit! okay.” you mumble, before a stupid idea comes to your head. it’s as if a little lightbulb turns on over your head, and your long eyelashes bat a few times.

“well!? wait are you waiting for?!” the goon asks, now finally pulling out his large firearm. of course it’s not loaded. he’s just been paid to play a part and scare you a bit.

you don’t wait.

John’s eyes widen as he watches from the bodega window, since your hand is reaching for the glass bottles of soda in the fridge.

his jaw drops when he sees your arm hurdles towards the goon. the bottle fractures right onto his pale bald head, the shards immediately exploding around you two, and also cutting into his scalp.

he’s bleeding everywhere. there’s even a few spurts of the soda and his blood on your face.

John has burst through the bodega entrance, as the guy he hired fell to the floor and covers his head from another attack.

and you’re still high as a kite during all of this, so you step back, and the bottom of your pink crocs slips on the cherry flavored Mexican coke that has splattered all over the hard floor.

so there you go, stumbling and making you body tumble backwards. cue Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty.

now, instead of your reusable tote, it’s you.

a pair of strong hands come into play. hands that have murdered, tortured, and paralyzed. the hands grab you by the waist, his grip is firm and safe, he’s got you.

John grits his teeth, moving ever so slightly to get a whiff of your hair. the scent of your coconut shampoo that you’ve bought on amazon a few times, make him go beserk. his heart faces, he swear he can feel every cell in his body stiffen up.

you’re facing away from him, he takes a quick peek at the back of your waist, up close and in person. now those dreams of pounding you from behind are slipping back into his head.

the moans, the slapping skin, the stench of sex in the air (which is just a mixture of cum, pussy, and sweat).

he has to use his fingers to dig into your sides a bit more just to force them away. he’s not sure if that even helps.

you catch your breath, trying to comprehend the events that are happening at the moment. unfortunately, you’re a bit foggy from being under the influence. the sting from John’s grasp is muted because of it.

but the scent of the man who caught you from behind is almost familiar. aftershave, oil, barbecue. that’s the exact same smell as…

“well hello again, sweetheart.”

…the guy at the grocery store.

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tysm for reading! pls feel free to support with feedback, likes & reblogs! sorry for the different format, just been feeling a bit uninspired, and my summer is much busier than I thought it would be. love u all!

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got a Friend (part 5)

Other parts: one, two, three, four.

I know I said in the last part we’re meeting the CC boys, but I forgot about this. So we get a bit of what’s happening outside of Steddie’s bubble! (We’re fast forwarding a bit, Steve’s like five-six months along. Also if anything doesn’t seem accurate to real life, pls ignore that oh and the show timeline…don’t look too closely pls 🫡)

Being in a small town is still sometimes stupid, Steve will always say this. Because of how fucking true it is.

It wasn’t too long ago when all the town could talk about was “poor Joyce Byers, her youngest is dead” and then found alive it switched immediately to “poor Barbra Holland, just so young” and now? Now it’s his family.

Thankfully the rumors and gossip is about his father leaving suddenly and not about him being pregnant at sixteen.

Currently he’s hiding his tiny baby bump, because according to the doctors, he’s thirteen weeks along and the other day he noticed his stomach rounding out. So, he’s taken up to wearing a bit bigger shirts and sweaters. Since the doctors and his mom told him scent blockers can be harmful, he’s had to stop taking them.

Instead, he helps mask his scent with Eddie’s scent.

“How you feeling today?” Eddie whispers to him, as he subtly scents him.

He shrugs and notices Nancy and Jonathan staring at him, turning away, “the nausea is better today, I think. Right now I’m really wanting a cheese pizza oh, and a chocolate brownie”

Eddie laughs and pushes him just enough to start walking, “good thing it’s lunch, then?”

They make their way out of the school, Steve hearing multiple people whispering about them but ignoring it. It’s not new that he’s friends with Eddie, plus he isn’t really ‘King Steve’ anymore either. If anything, being popular was a huge disappointment.

As they reach his car, they hear someone shouting Steve’s name. Confused, and not finding anyone immediately, Steve’s a little surprised to see that Nancy and Jonathan followed them.

“Um, what’s up?”

Nancy looks between him and Eddie then narrows her eyes, like she’s trying to figure something out. “We wanted to talk to you about something”

Confused even more, he looks between the other couple before glancing at Eddie, who’s just as confused. “Ok? Can’t you say it in front of Eddie?”

Jonathan shook his head, “uh, we can’t- probably shouldn’t. It’s- it’s about my brother”

That’s when it clicks, it’s about the stupid Upside Down.

Again.

Shaking his head, he hopes they can’t tell his scent is spiking with anxiety. Eddie immediately picks up on it though, “Stevie, we should leave before our lunch break is over, yeah?”

Thank god for Eddie.

“He’s right and I really want some pizza, maybe another time?” He’s lying, there’s not going to be a next time for as long as he can ignore them. He can’t be involved with them anymore, especially with the tiny life growing inside of him. “Come on, Eds”

Eddie gives the other two a blinding manic smile before climbing inside the car and Steve just smiles and then they’re gone.

They drive to the closest diner that serves pizza and brownies.

They’re in the furthest corner of the whole place and hidden behind a wall, giving them the privacy they’ve been wanting. Steve’s not at all hiding the fact that he’s scenting Eddie and Eddie has a hand on his stomach underneath the sweatshirt.

“You know, I was told you can’t feel anything yet. There’s like a few more weeks, then apparently you’ll be able to feel them moving and kicking” he whispers against Eddie’s neck, “have I told you I love your scent?”

The alpha chuckled, “yeah? Your scent is better, it’s even sweeter now”

Shaking his head, he sits up and looks at Eddie, “it changed?”

Before Eddie can answer, the pizza is there. Along with two brownies, which Steve immediately grabs a slice. “Uh yep, I never realized how good this was” he nearly moans at the pizza, then he eyes the brownie and grabs a piece.

“You aren’t-“

Nodding, he puts part of the brownie on top of his pizza and takes a bite. An overly satisfied smile on his face, causing Eddie to laugh and shake his head. They eat mostly in silence, especially since the omega is happily eating the pizza with the brownie on top.

It’s only once they’re back in Steve’s car heading back, when he remembers. “Hey, you said my scent changed. What does it smell like now?”

Eddie lets out a hum, leaning over and taking in his scent before answering, “there’s a hint of I think cinnamon? It’s really faint, I only notice it when we’re scenting each other”

“I’ll ask my mom about it, this is still all outta my knowledge. I knew some of it but there’s things I didn’t know. Like, your scent is overly calming to me? It’s weird, I mean, before even back when you shoved me in my car at that party, I really liked it but it didn’t calm me down.” He explained as he parked but didn’t move to get out, instead turned to face Eddie, “I already knew the basics for pregnancy and all that. But apparently the baby will be able to hear both of us? It’s so weird. This is weird”

Eddie laughed, reaching over to grab his hand, “it’s metal as fuck, pretty boy. You’re growing a human, like right now. I know it’s not what we wanted but, I’ll be honest, I’m so damn lucky it’s you.”

Almost immediately, his eyes start to sting as tears well up, rubbing at his eyes, he laughs before shaking his head. “Please don’t make me cry, you sappy alpha.”

Eddie grins, “Your sappy alpha, princess.”

A Week Later

The Harrington house is quiet and all three people are currently asleep. It’s only eight in the morning on a Sunday anyway.

Steve has his face shoved by Eddie’s neck, arms wrapped around the alpha and their legs tangled together, peacefully sleeping. Eddie’s just as peaceful, with one arm holding Steve close and the other is thrown over his eyes.

Steve’s mom, Janet, is waking up only because of their annoying doorbell going off. She huffs, pulling on a robe and stopping by Steve’s room to see the boys still asleep.

The bell rings again and she sighs, pulling their door shut before making her way to the front door to be met with Nancy Wheeler.

“Hello, can I help you?” She never formally met Steve’s ex-girlfriend. She was too busy helping her ex-husband.

The teen is shocked to see her, clearly and she doesn’t know how to school her emotions yet, because the girl looks disappointed that she answered the door, “uh- yes, i’m here to talk to Steve?”

Frowning, “I’m sorry but Steve is asleep right now, is this important?”

She can tell Nancy’s an alpha that hasn’t figured out a way to control her emotions, because the girl is still disappointed and it seems frustrated, “I just need to talk to Steve, you’re his mom, right?”

“I am, and I won’t be waking him up just for a chat. You can come back later or wait until school tomorrow” she’s just as frustrated, if not more. This is the girl that called her son ‘bullshit’ and she doesn’t ever want to see that sadness and that self-doubt in Steve again.

She watches as Nancy clench’s her jaw before trying and failing to school her face and straighten up, “I’m sorry ma’am, but this is important enough to wake him up. It- it’s about Will Byers and-“

Janet shakes her head and gives a sharp smile, “My son isn’t the police or involved with what happened to Will Byers and I won’t be waking him up just to see his ex-girlfriend.” And promptly shuts the door before Nancy can say anything else.

If she listens closely, she can hear Nancy let out a frustrated huff and walking away.

Shaking her head she doesn’t bother going back to sleep, goes into the kitchen to start on breakfast since the night before Steve mentioned craving pancakes.

The smell of bacon and pancakes is what helps wake Steve up, the other thing is the light kiss on his forehead.

Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, his lips curl into a smile at Eddie, the alpha is smiling at him and he can suddenly feel a hand rubbing at his waist and stomach, “good morning, Stevie”

“Morning Eds” he sighs and leans into him for a few seconds and then he’s bolting out of the bed and into the bathroom, throwing up last night’s dinner. Groaning he feels a hand start to rub up and down his back, “Eddie, I swear I’m never going through this again”

The alpha laughs then helps him up. After brushing teeth and putting on decent clothes, they find his mom humming softly to the radio and busy flipping pancakes. Despite the fact that he was just nauseous and didn’t want food, he wants nothing more than the food his mom is making.

“Oh! Good morning boys” she smiles and turns the burner off before pulling him into a hug with a kiss to his forehead, “how are you feeling, sweetie?”

Shrugging, “just weird, I guess?”

“Yeah, that won’t be changing much” she smiles, “come on, I have enough pancakes and bacon. Would either of you like eggs?”

As they’re eating and having small talk, it isn’t until Steve’s finished his food that his mom looks at him with a pinched look, “mom?”

She sighs and looks at him, “Sweetie, before you woke up someone came over looking for you. She was pretty determined to talk, but I told her no. I just wanted to let you know incase she shows up again”

Confused, he sees Eddie equally confused and before he can open his mouth to ask who, his mom says it, “it was your ex, Nancy, I don’t know what was so important. She said it was about Joyce’s son, but you aren’t involved with them.”

For a quick moment he panics at the thought of Nancy pulling him back in, but he’s been better at standing up for himself other than just relying on others.

He doesn’t bother waiting, he’s determined to stay out of their mess. He has more important things in life.

Eddie’s waiting in the car while he’s standing on the Wheeler’s porch. He takes a quick moment to control his breathing and then knocks on the door.

It’s thrown open by Mike, who immediately glared at him, “what are you doing here?”

Rolling his eyes, “your sister wanted to talk to me and so I’m here��

Mike rolls his own eyes before turning and yelling for Nancy, then he just stands there waiting and honestly just glares at him. It doesn’t bother him, it makes sense. Then before he knows it, Mike’s being pulled away and there’s Nancy.

“You can’t keep avoiding this, Steve. You’re in this now” is the first thing out of her mouth, “are you going to help? The kids almost got hurt without any help and I thought-“

“I went over to that house just to apologize to Jonathan, Nancy. Not to throw my life away fighting monsters, did you forget we’re also kids? I’m sixteen. You’re sixteen!” He’s never been ashamed to fight dirty, “I thought that the supergirl closed that stupid gate, anyway?”

He watches as Nancy’s frustration grows, and he suddenly realizes how much they wouldn’t work at all. Ever.

“It doesn’t matter! We need help and you’re in!”

Shaking his head, he decides it’s not worth fighting and just says, “it does matter and I’m out. I’m not your boyfriend, I’m not even your friend. Leave me alone and I’ll stay out of your way”

And he simply walks away.

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That’s it for now! I’m sorry for making Nancy into this pushy person but I mean…she kinda is that way in canon? She’s an older sister with younger siblings so of course she doesn’t see that she’s still only a kid too. She’s pretty much like this throughout the whole fic btw 🫣

NEXT TIME for sure the CC boys make an appearance 😌 (just a heads up, the unnamed member is named Grant in this) 

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[theobsessedcookiefan]

Hey if it's possible can you do a headcanons of The Ancient Cookies (You can do all of them or the ones you are most comfortable with) adopting a alien reader that came from a escape pod.

Hi !!! Thx for the suggestion !!

Aliens 😨😨😨

This is kinda bad sorry 😭😭😭

A/N: 🍦: Pure Vanilla, 🛡: Hollyberry 🗡: Dark Cacao, 🧀: Golden Cheese, 🌼: White Lily

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

.- Platonic hcs with an alien kid Reader-.

「🍦」⧽- Pure Vanilla would be the first one to give you shelter, no matter what you are he thinks everyone and everything deserves compassion and love so yep!! He would be the first one to offer his kingdom for you to stay.

「🍦」⧽- Of course he would be an amazing father, he already kind of adopted Strawberry Crepe and Black Raisin. Talking about them, S Crepe would try to see what are you while B Raisin would try to keep them away from you, it's not that she doesn't trust you but come on!! You were from outer space, it would be kinda dumb to trust someone immediately.

「🍦」⧽- Pure Vanilla would definitely try to educate you, of course teaching you what's good and what's bad.

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「🛡」⧽- Holly pls don't teach the kid how to fight dragons.. But yes, she would, even showing you off to Pitaya Dragon Cookie!! Of course they wouldn't understand anything about you (or kids in general-) but would definitely try to get a battle with you; of course Hollyberry wouldn't let them hurt you but in her point of view it would be nice to teach you how to defend yourself.

「🛡」⧽- Wildberry by the other hand would be a little more cautious about you, you're ab unknown species after all!! Who knows what your intentions truly are? And his duty it's to protect the queen!! But after a while he would definitely warm up to you, you would be like his little sibling.

「🛡」⧽- Hollyberry would also take you to dragon city for you to meet her friends there!! Even if Pure Vanilla told her to be cautious about showing you she knows they don't present any danger to you.

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「🗡」⧽- Let's be honest here okay? He wouldn't want to take care of the little alien boi (or girl or both or none), Dark Cacao has enough drama in his daily life to want any more, but after being kindly talked to (yea.. Kindly) he would accept.

「🗡」⧽- You would have to wear like 17 jackets, the Cacao Kingdom it's cold as heck. And Caramel Arrow would need to be taking care of you most of the time because Dark Cacao would be busy most of the time.

「🗡」⧽- Overall he would see you as a mini Dark Choco 2.0 and would tell you stories from when he was a baby, showing you pictures or even his first sword.

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「🧀」⧽- Golden Cheese would definitely dress you up to be more fancy-looking, she would bathe you in jewelry most of the time. Showing you off to the kingdom and taking a lot of pictures of both of you.

「🧀」⧽- The birds and Fettuccine Cookie would be your playmates of course. Fettuccine would be more than happy to have someone else to play with.

「🧀」⧽- She would also try to make Burnt Cheese Cookie take care of you when she's busy because he's the most capable of the cookies she knows; Mozzarella Cookie? She's not the ideal one to take care of a child, Smoked Cheese Cookie? Umm no, he's not a good option either so Burnt Cheese is the right one!

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「🌼」⧽- White Lily would be the ancient who would spend most of the time with you, of course while helping Pure Vanilla to help taking care of you.

「🌼」⧽- She would be your full time teacher, trying to teach you everything she learned back when she was little, even giving you one of her books!

「🌼」⧽- After being turned into Dark Enchantress she would still remember you faintly, having memories of a little unusual kid who was always with her.

[sugar-omi]

as a black girlie i wanna ramble ab how cove would be w a black s/o

he don't know nothing bout no 2 step ‼️‼️ tried ONCE and literally fell over (don't worry baby i can't do it either)

we ardy know he loves to eat, but i think he really hankers down on some soul food. put bro in front of some collard greens, baked mac n cheese and chicken and he's SET. you seen that one tiktok of the guy on thanksgiving w his black gf and his face was all in the plate? that's cove

OMG OMG HELPS YOU DO YOUR HAIR AND DECIDE YOUR NEXT STYLE IF YOU'RE INDECISIVE LIKE ME

i could ramble more but idk if you'll relate or like... enjoy it so imma stop here ;-;

OMG YES PLEASE IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS TOO

I do relate on the hair front (we eat like basic trash americans over here I'm ngl 💀💀💀) but like put down anything in front of cove?? he's devouring it, he won't even ask what it is he just knows it smells good n tastes even better

IVE SEEN RHAT VIDEO YOURE TALKING ABT AGES AGO N I MEANT TO SHARE IT if I find it ill add the link

I SAW ANOTHER ONE TOO the guy had sauce all over his face n he was just eating w his hands (he had like a thing of ribs or smth w a bone so that made sense lmao)

but lkke he abandoned all civilty, man's was gonna eat n he was gonna do it EFFICIENTLY it was so sweet, he even thanked her mom like 😭😭😭

I couldn't help laughing it was too funny n so cute man's was actually in heaven

but ykw every video I've seen of someone eating soul food, they devour it omfg

i saw one woman cooking for her Korean in laws n the parents had a little bit of everything n were in awe watching her cook n they. threw. DOWN

I just know they went back home a couple pounds heavier bc that food did look good af

BUT I CONSTANTLY THINK ABT COVE DOING YOUR HAIR

now I don't have very course hair, my hair is 3B but reallyyyy thick. like my classmate even said I have more edges than people have hair, which is rlly funny

but before I cut my hair it was like down to my butt, and now that I've been able to take care of it its gotten thicker

so imagine making cove detangle and wash your hair n put in product n braid it for you.

like especially when my hair was long, I wished someone would just come do my hair bc it's such a strain on my arms

so imagine cove sitting in the bathroom or in the tub w you to help with your routine, and he's so gentle that depending on your hair type you gotta tell him to be a bit rougher bc he's not getting the job done

he's just so afraid of ruining your hair or smth pls hes very paranoid rn💀😭

better to start with him putting in your products and letting him comb out your hair once you're done w detangling n stuff like that

omg he does help take your braids out

I braided my hair into micro braids n please.... I was ready to cut at the root bc that was irritating to take out. I was combing my hair n almost snatching my head off my shoulders bc I missed a braid 🪦🪦🪦

his braids are so bad omfg.... there's definitely pieces of hair sticking out

eventually though I think he becomes so good at it and before you know it he's a braid master !!

also yeah there isn't a dancing bone in his body but ykw he's gonna learn at least one move!!!!

imma have to find it but there's this old dude that rlly buckled down on one move n that's so cove I think

yout family definitely keeps pulling him in to dance and he just cant keep up.... that's the white in him /j

[mamawasatesttube]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for the ficlet prompt pls !! love your writing so so much ❤️

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work.

"—still don't know why anyone would write this! Actually, who the fuck paid them to write this?! Is this the state of journalism in today's world?" Bart flails a hand at his laptop screen, laughing so hard he's turning red. "Someone—someone got paid to write—to write this?! This is a self-help article?!"

"I just don't—why would you—" Kon stares at the screen, too, fingers steepled and pressed to his lips in deep consternation. "I can't even finish my dramatic reading! Why would—why would—who even wants to phone a friend in the middle of doing an enema?"

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work, by which he means playing Minesweeper while listening to his very un-serious friends read a how-to guide on, for some reason, coffee enemas. It happens. He really did mean to get work done, but sitting in the common room was a mistake; he's just been listening and swallowing laughter for the past ten minutes.

"I can promise you this. If any of you ever phone me with anything up your ass, we are not friends anymore," Cassie says, sounding disturbed.

That does it. Tim's finger slips and clicks a bomb instead of a safe tile as he wheezes with sudden, explosive laughter.

All three of them whip around to look at him; Bart is the first to crack into giggles, too, then Kon smothers a chuckle into his hands, and finally Cassie slumps back onto the cushions behind her, cackling. Tim really, truly does try to get ahold of himself, but it's a losing battle at this point.

"Where did you even find this article, Bart?" he manages, grinning breathlessly. "Send me the link." It sounds like a great way to harass Dick, and Tim needs to do that yesterday.

"Why?" Bart shoots back immediately. "Feeling inspired?"

"You better not call me when you try it out," Cassie wheezes.

Kon, meanwhile...

Oh. Wait. What's up with Kon? He's still grinning, but it's a softer look than before; his eyes sparkle with warmth as he looks at Tim, perching in the bay window. That's a very, ah... fond? Yes, fond. A very fond look for someone whose companions are currently losing their shit about a self-help article about coffee enemas.

Tim meets his gaze and quirks an eyebrow. Kon blinks at him, seeming surprised; did he think Tim wouldn't notice him gazing over like that?

"Sorry, sorry," Kon says, though he certainly doesn't sound particularly sorry. “When you laugh like that, it just—man, you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Tim's face immediately flames. That's rich, coming from the most beautiful guy in not just the room, but the entire city. Country. World? Yeah, world. "Uh."

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you're so sappy!" Bart groans, smacking Kon on the shoulder. Kon, because he's Kon, just preens at his complaints. "Stop being a cheese before I kick your ass!"

"Be careful that it doesn't have coffee in it!" Cassie snickers into her hands.

Normally, Tim would join in on the ribbing. Right now, though, he's still a little stuck on Kon just casually calling him beautiful for laughing. What the fuck. They've been officially dating for two weeks! He can't just spring that kind of thing on Tim! And the worst (best) part is, because he's Kon, Tim knows he's being completely genuine about it!

Why did this have to happen during this, of all conversations?

"Now, Bart," Kon says, and aggressively ruffles Bart's hair. "You know Tim is the only one here with the rights to touch my ass, kicking or not."

Bart blows an obnoxiously loud raspberry. Tim drops his face into his hands.

Yeah, he's a serious guy, alright. Real serious about... starting a new game of Minesweeper and listening to his friends continue to be a bunch of comedians.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

lrhwy 12 reaction (not live cause i wait way too long to make this its growing cheese already)

Simon groaned and threw his hands in the air. “Jace is forcing me to join the gym. I hate the gym. Gyms should be banned, they are a crime against humanity.”

simon is SO ME i dont wanna get fit i just wanna lay down and dream about dragon magnus everyday why is that not allowed

“The trick is to not engage with Jace. Leave his messages on seen.”

my noisy ass can never im obliged to check everything

Alec left the gym and reached the loft, a little angry at everything in the world. He did not even pet the cat that was trying to reach him on the streets.

that how you know it his joker moment

He knew addiction was difficult—no, not just difficult, he knew it was earth-shattering and destructive for people who were going through it, but Alec could never get it.

well i think that the common things about addiction (and in general other tough things people go through that you have no experience of) you can only help them and be with them, the journey have to be made by them

One of them had brown hair and black eyes. He was wearing an ugly jacket with cargo pants.

#stopclotheshaming

He whispered in the man’s ears, “I don’t think she was very impressed.”

this can come up pretty flirty idk idk dont ask me idk

The woman thanked him and gave him her number, and Alec pretended to care about it.

cant believe alec gay ass willingly flirt with a woman just to get punched, nothing going on in there

“Why don’t you meet us outside, pretty boy, and we will show you who is the real man?”

pretty idiotic boy

But knowing about a problem and actually doing something about that problem were two different things.

me looking at all my abandoned wip

“I just got caught in some stupid fight. It was nothing.” Magnus knew Alec was lying, but he did not call him out on that; he just brought Alec’s hands to his mouth and kissed them softly.

this my shit right here right fucking hereeeee

the middle is just too painful i cant talk about my therapist cant talk about it my doctor advise me my superpower mutant gene wouldnt develop if i start about it so i wouldnt talk about it you gotta believe me. also the way malec stay away from each other is like me staying away from sugar near bedtime, we love each other but we will only bring misery in that time like right person wrong wrong time

Magnus, would you like to try a long-distance relationship with someone who you are not even in a relationship with?

it the start of rom-com, sometime u gotta believe

“And?” He repeated his question.

“For myself. I didn’t like how I was before, so I’m doing this for myself too.” Magnus breathed.

i love these part time idiots so much they just understand each other!

“I think more people should be allowed to be sugar babies. It’s 2022. Normalise golddigging.”

damn if only somebody write a sugar baby alec au if only hahahhahaha (pls write hello pls it too little fic for comfort i need more comfort)

They had texted here and there, but it had mostly been photos of Arrow and Chairman being whiny and sad without each other. 

even their pets are now co-dependent

Ezra was whispering something and chuckling into Alec’s ears, and it irked Magnus.

hiadt au but 10x time this energy maybe ?????????!?!!

Before anything further could happen, Alec burst into laughter. He took out a twenty-dollar bill and passed it to the woman.

part of alec's appeal is he both baby and a bitch, it science

When did Alec start doing the fist bump?

there nothing more brozone than a fist bump sit your jealous ass down

Magnus had a perfectly good shoulder for Alec to hide his face in if he wanted to, thank you very much.

what if erza shoulder are broader, what then

Magnus felt something constricting in his stomach. Like a tight knot.

magnus so hit different target exclusive i picture you with other girls in love and throw up on the street right now

Something akin to pain flashed in his eyes, and Magnus felt like he was missing something.

oh no oh NAH

He rushed back inside and came back with a weighted blanket. Magnus went behind Alec and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders.

casual domesticity why are you doing this to me you know how i feel about this

Alec shrugged. “One should know about their enemy.”

he so me coded first the virgo now the spider and the planning, i would never risk it all for anyone tho

“I loved you incredibly much. But I didn’t propose to you out of love that night. I did it out of need. Out of desperation.” Magnus said, his voice shaky. “It could have been anyone else in the world, and I would have done the same thing.”

my therapist is adding this into the reference page for analyzing me

That was 99.036% less than how much time Alec wanted to spend with Magnus.

if a man make you do math, dump his ass but i guess alec already has

Magnus took a deep breath. “These thighs are government property, you need to take better care of them.”

then dont magnus have to pay fees for touching goverment property, it good business @ alec dm me you need sugar baby coaching

He was so fucking wrong because it only felt like the Alec Lightwood-shaped hole, which was already pretty fucking big in his body, had increased exponentially.

so you filled his hole and he left an even bigger hold on you for the record i not sleep enough

“Ask me.”

Alec’s face contorted in pain. “I can't.”

it like chess game when nobody move first so the chess board just sitting there colleting dust

‘part appeal of alec is that he’s both baby and bitch’- I NEED THESE WORDS TATTOOED ON MY FOREARMS LORD PLS THANKS. Also casual domesticity when you’re not even together is the real shit sjsjs and you are welcome.

Alec flirting with Zara to get Magnus’s no + Magnus flirting with a woman at a club to get his ass beat. Magnus Bane truly out here ruining my gay little baby shhssjsj

your reactions are superior and nonsensically the funniest shit like always.

P.S. you will definitely get the hiadt x10 times this energy lmao.

[th3lovely1]

Prank

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: The kids, Eddie, and Steve decide it was a good idea to pull a prank on Y/n. Long story short, it wasn't.

Warning: Mentions of blood, someone getting hit, mentions of puking, and gagging. Pls let me know if there is anymore!

Y/n, Steve, Eddie, and the kids were all at Steve's house having a sleepover. They all sat in Steve's room, talking to each other. "What do you guys wanna eat?" Y/n asked. "Ooh! We should get pizza!" Dustin answers. Sounds of agreement go across the room.

Y/n looks at her boyfriends "What do you guys think?. Steve shrugs "Sounds good to me". Eddie nods his head "Same here". "Okay" She says, standing up. "I'll go get the pizzas. How does pepperoni and cheese sound?".

"Sounds good to me"

"Yeah"

"I agree"

Steve then hands Y/n some cash, Eddie doing the same. She smiles softly at them "Thanks". "I'll be right back!" she announces walking out the room. As soon as they hear the front door shut, Dustin comes up with an idea. "What if we prank Y/n?" he ask excitedly. Steve shakes his head "Uh-uh. Last time we pranked her, she dropped her walkman and wouldn't talk to us for a week!"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "It was a day for you guys, Steve" he says, including Eddie. "Well it felt like a week!" Eddie exclaims. "What if it's just a small prank? Like a small jump scare?" Mike suggest. Steve and Eddie look at each other, having a silent conversation.

Steve then sighs and looks back at the others "Alright". The kids cheer and everyone huddles together to make a plan. "Mike and Will" Dustin begins, "You guys will keep a watch out for Y/n". The two boys nod their heads and go downstairs to keep watch.

Dustin looks at Lucas "You will be in charge of turning the lights of upstairs". "And Max, you will do the same downstairs" he orders. Lucas says "Okay" and heads out the room to turn off the lights. Max heads out the room after him, going downstairs.

"Steve, you scare Y/n. Eddie you make sure everything goes to plan" he tells them. They nod their heads and both go downstairs as Dustin goes to Lucas to help with the lights.

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Few minutes later...

Mike and Will keep watch, waiting for Y/n to come back. As they see a f/c car pull up they jump. "Y/n's here!" Will yells. Running is heard around the house as everyone finishes their job and find a spot to hide downstairs. Steve and Eddie hide behind the wall in the kitchen as Max walks to others, who are all surprisingly hiding in one spot. "If they make out I'll puke" she whispers.

"Right with ya" Lucas quietly replies. Silence then falls through the house as the front door opens and Y/n walks in with 4 pizza boxes in her arms. She kicks the door shut behind her. "Hello?" she calls. "I got the pizza!".

She then slowly makes her way to the kitchen, setting the pizzas down on the counter. "I'm not going to be part of whatever game you guys are playing" she yells with sigh. She rolls her eyes and goes to turn the kitchen light on, not realizing that Steve and Eddie are hiding right behind the wall.

She turns the light on and Steve jumps out. "AHHHH!" he yells. Y/n screams and punches his nose. "Ow!" Steve cries, covering his nose. Y/n eyes go wide and gasp. "Holy shit! Are you alright? I'm so sorry". She moves Steve's hands away from his face. A worried expression appears on her face as she sees blood drip from his nose.

Eddie comes up from behind Steve and sees the bloody nose. "Oh my god!" he exclaims. He runs to get a paper towel and hands it to Steve. He grabs it "Thanks". He then rolls it up and puts it up the bloody nostril. The kids walk into the kitchen and gasp as they see the blood on the floor and Steve.

"What happened?" Max ask. "Y/n punched Steve in the nose" Eddie answers. Y/n groans "It was on accident, Ed's". "Whatever you say, sweetheart" he replies with a smirk. Y/n rolls her eyes and lightly hits his chest. "Whatever. Your cleaning up this mess though. While the rest of us get pizza".

Eddie gives her a look of surprise before sighing and going to get wipes to clean up the mess as the others go get pizza. Once he was done he gets a slice for himself and heads to the living room where the others were at. He sits down on Y/n's right side as Steve was on her left.

"Did you really punch Steve in the nose, Y/n?" Lucas ask. "Yes I did. But it was a reflex". Y/n answers. Dustin playfully scoffs "Sure it was". "It was!" Y/n protest. Steve kisses Y/n on the cheek "Don't worry, baby. We believe you". "Ew" Y/n exclaims. "You got grease on me, Steve" she says, wiping her cheek with a napkin. "And love" he adds. Eddie then leans over and presses a small kiss against Y/n's lips. "Now you get grease and love from me too" he says with a grin.

The moment was then ruined as Dustin gagged. "I'm gonna puke". The others laugh and Steve rolls his eyes. "Shut up, shithead". Y/n and Eddie laughed as he said that. Y/n took another bite of her pizza and leaned her head against Eddie's shoulder. "I love you two" she tells her boyfriends. "We love you too" they reply.

Steve then rest a hand on Y/n's thigh as Eddie wrapped an arm around her waist. She smiled happily to herself and sighed softly but happily. She could and would never get tired of her two favorite people, Steve and Eddie.

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A/n: Sorry if it was bad. I rushed through it cause I wanted to post something. But as always feedback is welcomed.

[actualbird]

nxx team and their organizational apps/methods of choice and how all of this will lead to mc possibly strangling the entire team (affectionate)

wc: 972

this was a joint effort between me and my girlfriend playing headcanon tennis via discord

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mc: Notion and very prettily designed

mc strikes me as a very organized person, when it comes to work stuff, and Notion is a great app for people who like organizing things and also want a relatively easy UI to traverse. theres pages and embed functions and checklists and calendars, mc loves it ALL

and she loves that Notion also allows you to customize how everything looks!! so her Notion looks something like this

having a nice Notion page helps her motivation to get things done. looking at tasks and information in a page thats Pretty can do wonders for the soul and brain <3

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artem: Notion but it's absolute barren barebones

artem is also a very organized person so he enjoys Notion for the same reasons mc does.

however, he customizes 0 decorations. looks like this

barebones, straight to the point. ive always seen artem as somebody who gets visually overwhelmed when a bunch going on in terms of design. and getting overwhelmed is the opposite of what he wants to happen when working, so he keeps it simple

also, hes shit at anything art related and making a Notion page is adjacent enough to that that even if he tried, he would fail horrendously

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marius: Google Workplace but it's made by pax instead, Pax Workplace, pls imagine the image attached is pax themed instead

marius Is somebody who appreciates aesthetics and is good at it, but if it's work, hes not gonna be putting effort to make that look nice, hes got his paintings and art for that!!! and since his work is Pax and NXX (which is Pax funded, i always forget that fact!) he shrugs and uses Pax's system

it's all there anyway, he doesnt have to waste time setting stuff up and time is a Finite Resource in his life and busy day to day schedules

the ony flaw of Pax Workplace isnt rlly inherent to the app itself, but to marius. cuz hes always tryna get everybody else on board in using it too in a joke-y salesman energy kind of way, and if he brings it up one more time, someones gonna SNAP

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luke: just the notepad app that came with his laptop but used in the worst way possible

confession: this is how i organize stuff and im bestowing to luke not just cuz i love projecting on him but also cuz it's in character. in his personal story 3, mc mentioned that luke is such a messy person in his own space but manages to know where everything is anyway. it wouldnt be a stretch to assume this extends to a digital space too

so luke just uses the notepad app

and he keeps everything in only like 2 note files

one is called Work. the other is called Munchies. the first one is all his work notes, investigations, leads, contacts, everything. the second one is filled with all his usual takeout orders.

both of files started filled up with the thing that their name topic is, but then luke got a bit distracted and started forgetting to check which notepad he was putting shit in. so both note files ends up being like a LONG BLOCK TEXT PARAGRAPH of investigation theories and then followed by "manager’s choice large, garlic n cheese large if mc is coming over" and both files are SO GODDAMN LONG because hes been using em ever since he returned to stellis

oh and he added a 3rd new notepad that has nothing in it but the lyrics of the Agent P song from phineas and ferb but he edited it to be about peanut

because thats totally important and needs its own file, duh

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vyn: he just remembers it all

hah, noting things down? who do you think he is, some kind of idiot with a bad memory? aside from mentioning things in his daily audio recordings, he doesnt keep notes anywhere except in his mind. he does it quite well

but he'll never admit that he does this mostly as another odd avenue of superiority over other people. vyn can remember many dates and notes, whereas artem can only---

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and thus: coordinating schedules and information for investigation purposes is hell

mc: okay so ive created a full system on notion. it's color coded, font formatted, easy navigation to sub-pages---

artem, a bit overwhelmed at all the nice visuals: why are there...so many colors....what is happening...

luke: oh ive got a lot of notes for this subpage!!! lemme just get---wait up, i knew i had this info somewhere, i must have just put it in the Munchies notepad---

artem, more confused: the what?

mc: oh god

luke: foooouuunnnddd ittttt //copy pastes his entire unformatted block of text into a subpage

mc: i am near tears, please

marius: why cant we just use pax workplace?

mc: //EYE TWITCH, MOVES TO STRANGLE MARIUS

marius: WAIT WAIT IM SORRY

mc, calming herself: okay. okay.....we just need to schedule some meetings this week, okay?

marius, trying to redeem himself by helping: okay uh well when is everybody free this week?

luke: copy pasted all my free dates for the month!

artem: saturday, whole day after 2pm

mc: same

marius: nice okay, my calendar is also good on saturday and luke's got that too. vyn, where's your schedule?

vyn: in my mind

luke: ...

artem: ....

mc: .....

marius: ......okaaaaayyy so when are you free?

vyn, looking off into the distance pensively: when is anybody truly free?

and then by that point DAVIS has to interrupt the scene for a commercial break!

[beckface]

Two ideas but basically alien puberty for both

Idea A: at some point she's just going through weird alien puberty (physical changes, hormones imbalances, new body parts, maybe even a new power) and the villains just all try to awkwardly help her cuz they don't know how to deal with children, less with puberty and even LESS with alien children going through puberty

Idea B: during alien puberty she basically becomes possessive/protective of anything and anyone she cares about. If the villains figure this out they expect her to be a lot more on guard with them and fussy over the citizens. Imagine their surprise when she starts chewing someone out a civilian because they made some rude comment about them.

Only gets worse when she just starts being clingy with them (Lexiconians are very pack oriented, and during puberty do they get more protective and needy of their pack) and is constantly hovering over them or just throws herself on top of them.

Ajrjjd sorry I just love spewing out ideas of the villains just being wordgirls funky little family ❤️

Okay this is great though. I remember discussing this in a discord server a while back and we talked about her getting like a tail and claws and stuff, and I’m absolutely obsessed with just WEIRD SHIT happening as she gets older

IDEA A:

- Tail. Giver her a tail. I propose like a little prehensile demon tail that she can fight and stab with but whatever works

- CLAWS AND FANGS seriously pls I need more Lexiconicans looking like absolutely wild predators I think it’s neat

- I’m gonna reference a fanfic again but She’s too big for these bones by RevengePanda ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/37743532?view_adult=true ) has the idea of Lexiconians actually BEING natural predators and Becky starts getting a #ThirstForBlood it’s really dark we love to see it

- Note to self I wanna ask the fic writer if I can write a spinoff where she goes to DTB and is like “Hey doc, how do you control your invasive and evergrowing hunger for cheese? Asking for a friend.” and since we’ve all just collectively agreed he’s studied Lexiconian stuff somehow he’s like “Ah well shit now I have to stop her from eating people”

- Also I was really fixated on the idea that she gets wings for some time and it makes no sense because she superman-style flies but LET ME HAVE THIS

- Also really into the idea of her actually having like an actual third eye that can open during intense situations

- Imagine she gains the power to shapeshift into a intimidating creature but it’s really hard for her to control so sometimes she just. Animalifies

- Mood swings galore, like way worse then a normal teenager, and during battles the villains have learned to start being careful with their banter or else she might start raging or crying, which are just both horrible options really

- I like to think since she’s showing more alien traits the mental distance between Becky and Wordgirl grows, Identity crisis angst prompt GO

- I refuse to believe the learnerer is human so I want him to not understand what the big deal is and just be like “it’s just what happens with teenagerers?? Why r we all flippinging out lol”

- No actually im not done talking about the fangs and claws thing, Becky’s mouth and fingers are sore lately and she doesn’t know why until she’s cornered by a villain and instinct takes over and SLASH, scratch marks across the face and she’s standing over them fangs bared, and then she comes back down, looks at her hands with blood on them, touches her canine teeth that grew out, and REALIZES

- Yall like spikes??? Give her back spikes lizard style. Who cares it’s fun go wild

- HEADCANON TIME Miss Power’s scaley spot is actually a scarred over injury, instead of a normal scar it’s scaley for protection. This is something developed in certain alien species, Lexiconians being one of them, so imagine Becky gets a horrible injury and is HORRIFIED to discover that the “healing” looks like Miss Power’s face

- For a short amount of time due to some weird alien puberty where they develop adult-hunting instincts or whatever, Becky either just LOSES her mind like full on wild animal, OR she gets really creepy and quiet like bird-of-prey style, and the villains have to contain her before she starts attacking things, but struggles really bad with it because she’s not holding back at all anymore

- Every time something weird happens during a battle or alien hormones start acting up the villains call DTB for help because he’s the closest thing they have to an expert thats not Huggy (they can’t understand him and are too afraid to ask wordgirl to translate atm)

- DTB is getting reaaaaal sick of this

- Tobey borrows a book from DTB on Lexiconian stuff (I imagine Huggy helped him write it when he was Steven) and accidentally gets hyperfixated on it and keeps telling Wordgirl things she doesn’t want nor care to know about herself/her people. Like she loves knowing about her culture but does she REALLY need to know who the first Lexicon Library was founded by

- She gets incredibly attached to Rex during all this

- Becky has to hide all her new body parts and uncontrollable powers from her daily life and keeps making up wilder and wilder excuses for what’s happening

- Violet and Scoops take pity on her by restraining her from talking every single time something alien happens, and they just make up something instead (Becky is so bad at coverups bless her)

- The whole alien puberty thing opens up casual discussion with people she knows about her actual biology, and they are shocked to learn about things like the fact that, this entire time, she thought everyone on earth was just breathing oxygen for funsies

- Becky starts missing Lexicon a lot, which is weird because she doesn’t remember ever being there. A lot of times she gets a pang in her chest though, like her home is calling to her.

IDEA B:

- In love with the found family too yes <3

- when they all kinda grasp what’s happening DTB warns the villains that Wordgirl might start being extra aggressive to them while she’s going through alien puberty

- I love this sm The first person after this meeting she fights is Butcher, and he gets in a petty argument with a citizen, WG goes “HEY!” all aggressively and he thinks that he’s gonna get yelled at, but she steps in front of him to tell the citizen to mind their own business

- If someone’s mean to someone she cares about she will just start hissing and it’s making everyone uncomfortable at this point. She has no idea that she’s doing it

- After capturing villains if there’s time she usually chats with them, but now she also will lean on them or even just kindof, hold them in the air. In some cases with the ones she’s closest with she’ll even hug them for a bit, They don’t know what to make of this at first but they all pretty much learn to appreciate the affection and let her do her thing

- She gets bold and comes over DTB’s warehouse like she used to do and will just surprise him by flying behind him and resting her chin on his head and is like “Whatcha workin on :D” and he has to lie and pretend it’s not an evil ray. He lets her hang out and help him build little side projects

- Hi Tobecky fans so Tobey is in heaven, like Wordgirl is 40% more likely to agree to ice cream nowadays, and because he’s the villain most reciprocative of the physical affection she’s become very very cuddly with him while they wait for his mom to come get him after battles.

- also he’s totally not enjoying how Becky Botsford (separate person) sometimes leans on his desk and on his shoulder during lab class now, no he doesn’t like it and he definitely isn’t leaning against her too, why would you say that??

- She is sooooo clingy with her family and her parents couldn’t be more delighted. Tj on the other hand loves his sister, he really does, but would appreciate FIVE MINUTES alone to do his homework. Becky we’ve watched this episode of Pretty princess already. Becky I don’t want to make cookies right now, we just ate. Becky I don’t need homework help. Becky please.

- At school she is attached to Violet and Scoops at the hip and gets sad when they have to separate, they find it humorously endearing and try to have at least one of them by her side at all times

-Becktoria hi whenever Victoria’s parents are mean to her Wordgirl starts directly standing up to them because now that they’re older Becky is starting to be able to see what’s actually going on here, and because she is her she wants to help, and because of the hormones it makes her REALLY angry to see Victoria be put down like that and then they kiss

-If Chuck is ever down on himself Wordgirl gets really emotional about it and hugs him and tells him that he’s wonderful until he starts getting emotional too

- Just a lot of fluffy hugs brrrr

[killyourdarlingskyd]

Dazai with an s/o who’s a model and wants him to move into her apartment pls <33

First of all thank you for asking. I rly did enjoy writing it.

TW- light fluff

Mornings were always the hardest whether it was because of a late appointment, or your inability to sleep before an important job.

Dazai didn't seem to mind he'd lay awake with you trying to get your mind off things, weather it was plotting your double suicide, random stories about the port mafia or how annoyed kunikida gets.

You wake up to find Dazai curled up beside you. almost immediately his eyes open and he gives you that stupid grin you love. He knows what comes next but you kiss him anyway. He smiles and says "oh my belladonna will you please make me your famous cheese sandwiches"

"maybe, ask me again "

You both were almost always at your apartment, dazai looked like he had accepted the fact that its his now too, wheather it was after a late mission or just the thought of seeing you, he'd show up 5 in the morning or 11 at night it didn't matter to him.

When he first started doing it you were a bit taken a back but with time you accepted it, looking forward to seeing him every second of everyday. It calmed you.

His apartment was a place you couldn't imagine someone lived in, you had tried to make him improve it but he'd just say "lets go to yours its so much better"

you would sometimes laughed at thought that was it you or your apartment he liked more.

Maybe moving in together wasn't such a bad idea after all, the ada was almost the same distance as it was from his apartment plus everything else, it did seem perfect.

It was a huge step. he could say no, he would say no. He would need his own space once in a while and who were you to deprive him of that.

But u decided to ask him anyway.

"Dazai kun i want to ask you something" you say from behind the kitchen counter.

Dazai looks, with his hands under his chin, eagerly waiting for your question.

You smile hes that cute after all.

"Ahem, well, so I've been thinking, its actually something concerning you, now you can say no I'll completely understand it is after all a little too soon, will.. no would you like to stay in this apartment with me."

"Well im already doing that"

"Yes and no well you would have to completely move here, your clothes and your stuff, whats left of your stuff"

"hm well then ill have to say no"

U did expect it but not so suddenly

"No?? I- okay So u wont move here"

"No"

"But u practically live here, why not"

"Just no"

"I- u eat here u sleep here what's more u take a bath here its perfectly close to the ada plus its just easier, im here and its not like you need that stuf-.."

And then you see it that sly grin on his face, gawd he knew, he knew you would give him reasons to move here and he wanted to hear them no he wanted to see you like this.

"you-"

"i say yes now"

"you little- piece- of" you say as you chase him around the kitchen counter.

"hey i said yes, i shall stay here with my dearest, who has given me a lot of reasons to stay without which i couldn't have been convinced" He says similing.

He stops and catches you by your waist and spins you around so now you're in his arms. Still smiling.

"you enjoyed this didn't you"

"Only a little"

"Well then no sandwiches for you" You say as u kiss him and make your way towards the stove.

You can't help but smile yourself.

I know this isn't included the model as a profession plot but i just know he'd be amazed by it he would ask to see you picture telling you which ones he likes, and if u has a rampwalk be sure to expect the security taking out a man wearing bandages.

**Asks, submissions are open**

(members of ada, port mafia)

[moogey-likes-things]

What about the animatronics reacting to their s/o saying "this came off" and is their prosthetic and they just reattach it like nothing

AHFNRGKJB! My First ask!, TYTYTY! Well, as the main four rock stars would be more socialized and likely to have seen people with prosthetics, their reactions would probably be the more tame/calm.

(HC 7)

Freddy - “Oh! Please, do be careful, Superstar! That is not something you would want to lose in the Pizzaplex!” He would be mildly concerned, mostly because he knows kids have sticky fingers and he doesn't want you to be inconvenienced in any way. Natural or not, he stills loves each and every part of you!

Roxy - “Don't do that in front of me...” She's a little bugged out by this. People aren't supposed to come apart. She gets it, really, but she prefers you in one piece. You could totally cause her to cringe if you held the prosthetic out to her, just like scaring someone with a fake spider! (pls don't be mean tho)

Chica – “I-Is that secure? Do you need first aid? Or Parts and services?” Chica is mostly concerned as to whether you require a repair of some sort, though she might not be sure exactly where to seek out help for you. She will be curious, wanting to know if it causes you discomfort, and happy when you reattach that part of yourself. After all, all of you is the best!

Monty – “Uh... P-Put that back...” Seeing it up close will short circuit him momentarily. It's not bad, he just wasn't ready for you to literally come apart in front of him. As soon as he's over the initial surprise of it, you'd better be ready for cheese ball jokes. Also, don't let him get the idea to use it as a golf club...

Bonnie - “Neat!” Bonnie doesn't freak out, or worry too much over you. Not unless you make it seem like a big or painful ordeal. He'll want to have a look, to get to know your and whatever uniqueness you have about you. He'll laugh and compare your parts, maybe offering a little care advice, or asking for some himself.

Now, the others in the place might have seen something at some point, but seeing it up close and having YOU be the one reattaching parts willy-nilly? LOL

Sun - “EEK! Don't disassemble yourself! Glitter glue isn't strong enough to hold you together!”

His initial move is to panic. Little ones don't usually have artificial limbs, and they certainly don't come apart in the daycare! When he finally gets that you're alright he'll ask you a thousand times to make sure, and beg for a warning before you go taking your limbs off again. Also, he may want to put stickers on you.

Moon - “Interesting...” His approach is calm, though inside he'll be analyzing, scanning, and researching. He'll want to know all about this part of you. How did it happen? Does it hurt? What can you feel? What if you lose it? Have you ever misplaced it? When you've answered all his questions and he is certain you are not in pain of any kind, he'll gladly hold you close. You might catch him touching the prosthetic absentmindedly.

[childotkw]

So I had to Google and gleam this Piece of information on the internet so pls correct me if I'm wrong but the dursleys did starve him or at least gave him not enough food right? Cause in chamber of the secrets after working in the outside summer sun and coming back in Petunia only have him 2 slices of bread and a bit of cheese and.

How Harry isn't literally the smallest and most malnutritioed kid in his class I do not know. Like. Malnutrition during childhood hinders growth but also Motor development. Yknow things like catching a flying pinball in first year like sure in second and third year, he has more time in hogwarts, being able to eat like 9 months or so whatever tf he wants but in first year? After probalby being malnourished? No way his body I think just wouldn't allow it, also I think flying and quidttich in general would've been to impactful for hrrys body. But that's thinking that the not getting enough food was normal which I highly suspect.

It's implied a lot that they starved him, but given that the first few books are geared towards children, iirc a lot of it is played off? Or at least not acknowledged as seriously as it should be.

That's why quite a lot of fic writers canonically make Harry a lot smaller than he is in the movies / books.

Logically, being malnourished from such a young age would have a long lasting effect on Harry's physical and mental health. He'd be tiny, he'd have severe lapses in concentration and would struggle in school, and his immune system would probably be shot.

If we want to get more theoretical, I suppose one could make the argument that his magic helped. Magic in HP is both very structured and yet extremely ill-defined. If someone wanted, they could spin it as Harry is literally surviving off his own magic. It's working overtime to sustain him, trying to limit the damage his lack of food is doing to him; but in doing so, it's negatively impacting his control over his magic.

There are plenty of ways to incorporate it into a more realistic version of Harry.

Though I imagine Prof. Sprout would lock onto it immediately and probably get him to the hospital wing as discretely as possible for an examination. Harry would probably hate the entire experience - it'd ruin any trust he'd have in Sprout for a while, but as he gets older and understand more, I could see him forgiving her.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Four Lord’s with a ftm!S/O

a lot of ppl requested a ftm reader with the four lords so i tried to incorporate them all together here, i know everyone’s experiences are different and for people who are trans everyone is at different stages of transitioning so this may not be for everyone: to try and be as inclusive as possible the four lords talk about different areas of transitioning! As always pls enjoy!!

Alcina Dimitrescu

One would simply assume that because Alcina openly shows her distaste for men that she wouldn’t give you a second glance. But you’d be wrong about that.

She’s extremely overprotective of people that she loves and as a member of her family you hold a special place in her heart.

Alcina has been by your side the whole time you’ve transitioned, making sure you’re comfortable everyday and complimenting you every chance she gets.

She has the maidens make you the finest suits with all the expensive accessories like ties, pins and brooches. Everything has a gold inlay and while it may be overwhelming at times she says that you deserve to be treated like a king.

Alcina makes sure the maidens cut your hair every few weeks so that you’re always looking sharp for when you’re at family dinner with her and her daughters.

If anyone is transphobic or misgenders you she will not hesitate to cut them to ribbons on the spot, her long claws ready to kill whoever could’ve hurt you. She’ll never stand for anyone who offends her family.

“Here in House Dimitrescu, we support trans rights!”

The Castle is your sanctuary where you’re allowed to be yourself. Not only does Alcina love you for who you are but the girls adore you and see you as a fatherly figure to them, you’re the perfect addition to their family and they’d change nothing about you.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is your number one supporter. The minute you told her she wrapped her arms around you and said just how proud she was of you.

She’s quite the seamstress herself and so she always finds time to make you clothes for you to wear. Some of your favourite things to do together is explore the old Manor for fabrics that you might like.

It took her a few weeks to perfect but eventually she made you a binder that you could wear. She spent ages finding the right fabrics and threads to use, even taking trips to the duke to make sure the binder she made was safe for you to use.

She never forgot the smile you had on your face when you had it on for the first time looking in the mirror, a brand new shirt over the top. It was the first time in a long time where you saw yourself for who you are.

You and Angie get on like a house on fire, causing mischief where you can and Donna can’t help but smile when she sees you both return from some adventure in the lycan den, covered in blood and chuckling. Donna and Angie couldn’t be happier to have you in their lives.

Donna loves you so much and is always there for you through your dysphoria. She’s always patient and will listen to you for hours while you get everything off your chest. She’ll sit with you and rub slow circles on you shoulder, an arm wrapped around you as she tells you how amazing and handsome you are.

If Donna so much as hears someone misgender you or provoke you, Angie is coming at them with a pair of scissors and a mini army of dolls behind her. Hearing those things about you makes her blood boil and it’s one of the few times she gets truly angry.

What you love about her is how she sees you for yourself and doesn’t define you for being trans but instead sees it as something that builds to someone who she already loves regardless.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has the biggest heart when it comes to you. He understands what it feels like to be rejected and to feel like you don’t belong anywhere but he could never imagine what it’d feel like to be a stranger to your own body. That’s why he’s always thought you were so brave for being who you are, no matter how hard it can get sometimes.

He does a lot of research, trying to find ways that he can comfort you and support you. Of course as a physician he’s got some medical background and that’s why he’s never failed to support you through your medical transition, whether it’s hormones or surgery it’s something Sal can understand and wants to be there for you.

If you have scars, he loves them. He’s constantly complimenting your body and telling you just how perfect you are to him knowing that it helps with your dysphoria. If you don’t have scars it’s still the same, he’s still your biggest supporter and doesn’t love you any less.

You love taking walks together or doing activities on the lake like fishing or swimming. There’s been times when you’ve protected him from lycans and other creatures to which he always refers to you as his “knight”, a nickname which has stuck with you.

One thing Salvatore hates is when people are transphobic towards you. He hates to yell and get angry but he won’t hesitate to turn into a giant fish and spit venom back onto anyone who tried to do it to you. Maybe he loses his cool from time to time but you mean the world to him and you bring out his protective side.

Salvatore just wants to see you happy at all costs and he’ll do anything to make you feel more like yourself. Sometimes that involves running to the top of the hill behind the reservoir and announcing to all who’s near that you’re the man and that you’re the most amazing person. And sometimes it means you’re curled up on the couch in front of the television with a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hand and a cheese platter for you to share and cuddle up together afterwards.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is super supportive and understanding when it comes to you being trans. He’s always chill and makes you feel comfortable but in his softer moments will make you feel loved beyond imagination.

He makes you armour, teaches you how to fight, lets you pick out weapons you like until you’re more skilled and cunning to defeat even him. He’s so proud of you and is always by your side through all your transitions.

The two of you often get up to a lot of mischief together, sneaking into Alcina’s castle for good wine or taking on the giants near House Beneviento. It’s a way for you to be care free and allows you to be who you are without judgment.

If he sees you’re feeling dysphoric about your scars, he won’t hesitate to show you the array of scars he’s obtained from the battlefield. He’ll tell you about how you should be proud of them; they show how far you’ve come and how much you’ve fought for who you are. Of course Karl will also boost your ego by telling you just how tough scars make you look.

You and Karl spend your nights working away on new designs for armour and weapons, welding long into the night and modifying the machinery on Strum. It ends up with you both passed out on the couch, covered in grime and sweat far too exhausted for a shower.

Alcina called it the behaviour of “man-things” and that you and Karl could at least make the effort to bathe but it ended up with you both bursting into laughter and getting right back to work, wearing your boyish behaviour with pride.

Regardless of the fun you had with Karl, he truly cared for you and understood what it was like to have bad days. That’s why he’s always been supportive and does his best to show you that he loves you no matter who you are.