#toddler coded dog

[magnoliamyrrh]

new government program everyone who wants to have a kid has to take care of a husky for some months. oh u cant handle that they require emotional intelligence, throw tantrums, frequently scream at the top of their lungs, and need to b taken outside? great u got no buisness having a kid

[miunachan]

Ultimate List of Business Ideas ♥ [UPDATED]

Hi ❀ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Today, after hours of brainstorming and collecting impressions, I proudly present to you the ultimate list of business ideas for the newly released Businesses & Hobbies pack ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ

I've categorized the business ideas to provide a more structured overview, because there are so many  (๑❛ʚ❛๑). They are sorted into the following categories: 📌 Service-based small businesses 🍽️ Restaurants & entertainment venues 🛍️ Retail & creative shops 🛠️ Craft & manufacturing businesses 🎭 Fantasy & unconventional businesses.

Also for some of these ideas, I recommend using CC or mods to deepen the immersion, but that's completely up to you — sometimes using your own imagination does the trick too~ The recommended or sometimes necessary packs are included behind the business idea as well as CC/mod recommendation markers ❀✿❀

If you feel like something's missing, please comment your idea(s) and I will happily add them to the list so that the compendium can continue to grow (◕ω◕✿)

My other story ideas ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ ✿ Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ✿ Very Dramatic Story Ideas

Please take a look at my Patreon for more cute Sims 4 stuff~ You can find the original post here.

As always, happy simming! - MiunaChan ♥

📌 Service-Based Small Businesses

💉 Tattoo Studio (Hobbies & Businesses) 💆 Wellness Studio/Spa (Spa Day) 💅 Nail Salon (Spa Day) 💇 Hair Salon/Barbershop (CC/mods recommended) 💆‍♂️ Massage Center (Spa Day) 🧖 Sauna / Onsen Retreat (Spa Day, Snowy Escape) 🏋️ Gym & Personal Training (Fitness Stuff, Spa Day) 🧘 Yoga Studio (Spa Day) 🏔️ Rock Climbing Tours (Snowy Escape) ⛸️ Ice Skating Rink (Seasons) 🎢 Roller Skating Rink (Seasons) 🏊 Pool (Seasons) 📖 Library

👶 Daycare for Infants & Toddlers (Seasons, Parenthood) 🤓 Preschool (Parenthood, High School Years) 🐱 Pet Daycare (Cats & Dogs) 🐕 Pet Training & Agility Classes (Cats & Dogs)

🏨 Hotel/Motel (Get to Work) 🧺 Laundrette (Laundry Day Stuff) 🎉 Event Planning Agency (My Wedding Stories) 🏥 Cosmetic Surgery Clinic (CC/mods recommended) 🗣️ Public Relations Agency

🏕️ Campground & Outdoor Retreat (Outdoor Retreat) 🏞️ Private Garden Maze & Fishing Lake (Cottage Living) 🏫 Lecture Hall & Public Speaking Center 🤖 Robotics Workshop (Discover University) 🎭 Improv Theater & Acting School (Get Famous, Get to Work) 📖 Creative Writing & Journalism Workshops 👗 Etiquette & Manners School (My Wedding Stories) 💻 Coding Bootcamp & IT Training 🎮 E-Sports & Gaming Coaching

🍽️ Restaurants & Entertainment Venues

💻 Internet Café 🐾 Pet Café (Cats & Dogs) 🎲 Tabletop & Board Game Café 🧋 Bubble Tea Shop (High School Years)

🍔 Fast-Food Restaurant (Dine Out) 🥐 Bistro (Cozy Bistro Kit, Dine Out) ☕ Traditional Tea House (Snowy Escape) 🥦 Vegan Specialty Store (Cottage Living) 🥘 Food Market & Culinary Stalls (Cottage Living, City Living)

🎤 Bar/Lounge/Nightclub/Karaoke Club (City Living, Get Together) 🎸 Live Music & Jazz Club 😂 Comedy Club 🎥 Cinema (Movie Hangout Stuff) 🎳 Bowling Alley (Bowling Night Stuff)

🍦 Ice Cream Parlor (Seasons) 🎂 Bakery/Pastry Shop (Dine Out) 🚚 Food Truck (Snowy Escape, Cottage Living) 🧑‍🍳 Cooking Classes & Culinary School (Dine Out, Cottage Living)

🍇 Vineyard & Wine Tasting (Cottage Living) 🍸 Barista & Mixology Courses 🏰 Medieval Tavern (Get Together, Seasons) 🎭 Movie Studio Tour (Get Famous) 🏦 Museum & Science Exhibition (Discover University)

🛍️ Retail & Creative Shops

🌸 Flower Shop (Seasons) 💐 Flower Arranging School (Seasons) 🕯️ Candle Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🏺 Pottery Studio (Hobbies & Businesses)

🖼️ Art Gallery (Get to Work) 🎨 Artist’s Studio & Creative Workshops (City Living) 📚 Bookstore (Get to Work) 📖 Comic Book & Nerd Store (City Living, Journey to Batuu) 🖌️ Art Studio & Painting Classes (City Living, Get to Work)

🧸 Toy Store 🛎️ Souvenir Shop (Island Living, Snowy Escape, Journey to Batuu) 🔮 Crystal & Occult Store (Realm of Magic, Crystal Creations Kit) 💎 Crystal Workshop (Crystal Creations Kit) 🏺 Antique Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🔥 Fireworks Shop (Seasons) 🎵 Record & Music Instrument Store (City Living) 🎸 Music School (City Living)

📷 Photography Studio & Workshops (Get to Work, City Living) 🧥 Thrift Store (High School Years, Eco Lifestyle) 👘 Costume & Formal Wear Rental (CC/mods recommended)

🛠️ Craft & Manufacturing Businesses

🪑 Furniture Workshop (Eco Lifestyle) 💍 Jewelry Design Studio (Crystal Creations Kit) 👗 Bridal Boutique (My Wedding Stories) 💡 Lamp & Lighting Workshop 🎸 Musical Instrument Crafting (City Living) 👠 Shoe Workshop (CC/mods recommended) 👜 Handbag & Leather Goods Studio (CC/mods recommended) 👕 Tailoring & Fashion Design (CC/mods recommended)

🏡 Tiny House Design & Sales (Tiny Houses, Eco Lifestyle) 🌱 Gardening & Herbalism Workshops (Cottage Living, Realm of Magic) 🔧 DIY & Handicraft Workshops (Eco Lifestyle)

🎭 Fantasy & Unconventional Businesses (CC/Mods Recommended)

🕵️ Private Detective Agency (Get to Work) 💘 Dating Agency 🧹 Cleaning Service 🧠 Psychological Counseling & Therapy 🏚️ Second-Hand Furniture Store (Eco Lifestyle)

🎨 Black Market for Stolen Art (Get to Work, Jungle Adventure) 🧑‍🔬 Secret Alchemy Lab (Realm of Magic) 🎲 Backyard Poker Club 🎰 Gambling Den or Casino (Get to Work) 💻 Cybercriminal Hacker Hideout (Get to Work) 🏚️ Brothel 💋 Woohoo Playrooms 🔮 Medium/Psychic Business (Realm of Magic) 🧪 Potion Bar (Realm of Magic) 🕍 Cemetery & Tombstone Sales (Live and Death, Realm of Magic) 🦇 Secret Occult Society (Vampires, Werewolves, Realm of Magic) 🏕️ Nudist Colony 🕹️ Arcade & Retro Gaming Lounge (High School Years, City Living) 💭 Bubble Blower Lounge (City Living) ⛪ Church

[demie90s]

WAIT CAUSE NOW I NEED MORE OF CLINGY MEANCE READER

ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ x ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

All She’s Got

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:You’re the clingy one. The one always riding shotgun, always hugging someone, always showing up early just to be around them. It’s never been a big deal—until a joke hits too deep. And Geno reminds the team exactly what you don’t have.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:angst with comfort, team bonding, found family

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:emotional sensitivity, light teasing gone wrong, offhand joke triggers emotional reaction, subtle abandonment themes, Geno being dad-coded, crying, reconciliation

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~1k

ᴠɪʙᴇ:clingy but pure, soft heartbreak, Geno with that “get it together” bark but “I see you” energy, team realizing they are your family even if you never said it out loud

“Please don’t start today.”

That was the first thing Inês said when you wrapped both arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder like a clingy toddler in sweats.

You grinned. “Start what?”

“This codependent circus act,” she deadpanned, trying not to smile. “It’s 8 a.m., bro.”

“It’s called affection,” you replied, nuzzling your face into her hoodie. “Sorry you hate joy.”

KK passed by, shaking her head. “You don’t even have boundaries. You just show up.”

You shrugged dramatically. “That’s what sisters are for.”

“I’m not your sister, girl.”

“Sure you are.”

She gave you a look, one of those “you’re so unserious” faces before tossing her bag into the bleachers and pulling her hoodie off. Practice hadn’t even started yet, and already the gym was filled with noise, water bottle clunks, the screech of sneakers. Normal stuff.

You were always attached to someone—KK, Paige, Nika, Ice, even Ayanna when she let you. If someone sat, you sat on them. If someone filmed a TikTok, you were in the back doing something chaotic. It was known. You weren’t shy about it either.

“God, you really don’t get tired of hugging on people?” KK muttered as she unwrapped tape from her fingers.

You didn’t hear the edge in her voice until she added, “You act like you don’t have anyone else.”

You laughed at first, just instinct. So did a few others. Even she smiled—barely.

But your laugh was thin. Because something about the way she said it—joking, but not—made your chest feel tight. Your hands dropped from Inês’s waist. You walked off without saying anything, grabbing a ball like you suddenly remembered you had a reason to be here besides annoying people.

And that’s when the silence started.

Not loud. Just quiet.

You went through warmups fine. Played like normal. You weren’t sulking or anything—God, that’d be dramatic. You just… didn’t do you. Didn’t yell. Didn’t lean into anyone. Didn’t giggle when Paige airballed or call KK “baby blue” for the color of her sleeves.

No one fully noticed at first. Not until you skipped high-fives after layups and sat by yourself during water break. Paige furrowed her brows. Ice nudged Nika. Even Ayanna mouthed, “She good?”

Geno noticed before anyone.

“Hey,” he called across the gym. “You sick or something?”

You looked up fast. “No, Coach.”

“You sure? You’re moving like somebody stole your dog.”

A few laughs. You smiled too—fake.

“I’m good.”

He stared at you for a beat, then let it go. “Then stop sulking and run it back. Let’s go.”

The gym filled with squeaks again. The usual grind.

But something stayed off.

You weren’t just quiet. You were careful. Like you didn’t wanna be too much. Like you didn’t wanna take up space.

⸻

After practice, while people changed and Geno hounded someone about missing a screen, you were already packed. Bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie up, eyes kind of empty.

“Hey,” Paige called. “You heading out?”

“Yeah,” you said, too soft. “Just tired.”

Nika stood up. “You want—”

“Nah, I’m good.”

You walked out before anyone could stop you.

⸻

An hour later, the locker room was mostly cleared. Geno leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The girls were mid-convo, tossing jokes around, arguing over who left a banana peel in someone’s shoe, when he cut through all of it.

“Next time one of you decides to joke about her being clingy, maybe ask why she is first.”

Silence.

Nika sat up straighter. “Coach?”

“You ever hear her talk about her siblings?” he asked.

They shook their heads.

“She doesn’t have any,” he said flatly. “No siblings. No cousins around here. Her parents don’t come to games. She’s got no one on campus. No one but you. And the second she acts like she needs you a little too much, somebody makes a joke.”

KK looked like she’d just been hit.

“She didn’t say anything—” Inês tried.

“Because she’s used to not being said anything to.”

Geno’s voice wasn’t loud. But it landed.

“She shows up every day trying to feel close to somebody, and you’re all she’s got. So maybe the next time she’s hanging on your arm or sitting too close or texting too much? Maybe say thank you. You’ve got sisters. She doesn’t. But she thinks you’re hers.”

And then, just like that, he stepped out, muttering something about film edits.

KK sat frozen.

Paige rubbed her hand down her face. “God.”

“She said I was her sister this morning,” KK whispered. “I told her I wasn’t.”

⸻

The group chat started blowing up two hours later.

P Buckets : dude we messed up

HEY ARNOLD: she didn’t even look mad bro

Portugal Baddie: she always says we’re her people

Croatian Baddie: because we are

Brady Baby: i feel like shit

Yanna Banana: i’ll cook for her

P Buckets: just say sorry before geno rips us again

HEY ARNOLD: fr she can have all my hoodies

Croatian Baddie: she’s our sister. period.

⸻

You didn’t respond that night. But the next morning, you showed up like normal. Bag on your shoulder. Hoodie too big. Slight limp in your step because your legs were still dead from suicides.

As soon as you stepped into the gym, KK ran over and threw her arms around you, almost knocking you back.

“Good morning to you too,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

She hugged you tighter. “You are my sister. Don’t listen to dumbass KK from yesterday. She’s a liar.”

You chuckled. Barely.

Then Paige pulled you into a hug from behind. Then Nika hooked her arm around your neck. Then Ayanna handed you a granola bar with a deadpan, “For emotional support.”

And when Geno walked in and saw you sitting dead center, surrounded by the team, he just nodded.

“You better run faster today,” he grunted.

“Love you too, Coach.”

[enwoso]

what could go wrong? | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request!

grumpy masterlist

the day had started with good intentions. leah had basically dragged alessia and ella into the uber, grinning ear to ear as leah handed them their gift bags filled with two of the fluffiest white robes and a voucher for the best spa in central london.

"hot stone massages, champagne, hydrotherapy. you never treat yourself less," leah said, ushering them towards the curb.

alessia looked back at the house, worried. "i don't know, babe. lovie.. well you know she's been a bit... cheeky and a handful lately."

"cheeky?" leah snorted. "she's five less, she's building personality. i've handled katie mccabe after a red card. i'm sure i can handle one lovely kid."

alessia gave leah a look, a one where she wasn't fully convinced leah knew exactly what she was signing herself up for.

"i'm just saying le—she did convince your mum she could have a pet snake last week. a real one."

"hey where is the belief? i've got this," leah said, famous last words was they. smug and completely unaware of what lay ahead. "you, ella, spa day! me and y/n? we're bonding."

alessia climbed into the uber slowly. "alright. but if she destroys the house, just remember... you begged me to go."

⸻

the belief leah so confidently had this morning, yeah? well that was slowly but surely disappearing as the day went on.

leah stood in the doorway of the kitchen, one hand gripping a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. the other was limp at her side, fingers twitching slightly as she processed the absolute devastation in front of her.

the living room— a once a calming, adult space with neutral tones and framed prints with a tidy corner dedicated to your toys—now looked like the aftermath of a toddler-led rave.

there was marker on the wall. not washable. on the wallpaper alessia had picked out after three hours in wallpaper isle of the home store.

toothpaste was foamed into your curls like a failed tiktok hair tutorial. and the glitter? there was glitter in leah's tea, glitter on the furniture, and leah could swear some had somehow ended up on the light fitings.

"how—" leah mumbled, eyes wide as she took a cautious step into the war zone, "—how did this all happen in thirty minutes?"

across the room, perched like a diva on the sofa, you sat wearing a tiara slightly askew and oversized sunglasses that probably belonged to alessia. you were calmly feeding gummy bears to the dog—waffles—while whispering conspiratorially into his floppy ear.

"don't tell her, waffles. it's a secret mission." waffles wagged his tail, clearly thrilled by the attention and sugar.

leah was still in joggers and her old arsenal hoodie, as she pulled out her phone and typed like her life depended on it.

le: 'this is a code red'

le: 'there's glitter in my tea'

le: ‘and she has drew a moustache on my framed england shirt’

le: ‘less... she used PERMANENT marker’

three blinking dots appeared, alessia had read it but then disappeared. then came the a reply alessia had clearly been waiting to use:

less<3: ‘sorry i'm currently unavailable during this time. enjoying my well deserved spa day 💅💖’

leah stared at the screen, blinking once. then again. "cruel," leah muttered. "so cruel."

⸻

a few hours had passed and while leah had managed half a mug of tea without glitter it was clear your chaos was far from being over. as leah was now crouched in front of you like she was giving a post-match pep talk.

"angel," leah tried, crouching in front of you, hands on her knees like leah was addressing a rogue teammate mid-match. "how about we do something... quiet. reading? a puzzle? or we can talk about our feelings?"

"i feel like you're boring," you deadpanned, pushing up her tiny sunglasses before turning back to your game with your dolls.

leah blinked. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry as leah rubbed her temples, stepped over a discarded barbie torso, and typed out a desperate message:

le: ‘i kid you not she's just called me boring’

le: ‘my ego is bruised. my shirt is ruined. the dog may be traumatized.’

le: ‘i want a refund on the spa voucher. or motherhood. whichever is easier.’

no reply.

you zoomed past on a makeshift ‘skateboard’ made out of a laundry basket, yelling "I AM QUEEN OF THE FLOOR" and bumping into the dining table leg with a dull thunk.

waffles barked. a glass trembled on the counter. "why is she always right.." leah whispered, alessia’s words of worry echoing in leads mind.

now it was raining. of course it was. because why not add a bit of pathetic fallacy to leah's slow descent into madness?

you were now sulking in the corner, wrapped in a blanket like a tiny, grumpy burrito. the latest tragedy? you had attempted to give your barbie a haircut and now the doll looked, in your words, ‘like a very sad potato with no dreams.’

leah didn't even have the energy to argue. instead she picked up the half-eaten slice of toast from the table, gave it a sniff, and tossed it directly into the bin without even breaking eye contact with the five-year-old.

leah typed again.

le: ‘i've lost control of the household. she's running a glitter cartel and i think i'm on her hit list’

still no answer.

the tv was playing bluey in the background. the smell of baby shampoo and peanut butter lingered in the air. leah’s phone buzzed.

less<3: ‘having the best time. my skin is glowing. love you girls, hope your having fun!😘’

another message followed from ella:

tooney: ‘tbh we both said you were doomed. but thanks for the spa, never felt so fresh xx’

leah groaned into her sleeve, 'having fun' was one way to sum up leah's day.  as then from the living room, a tiny voice shouted, "mama! i poured juice on the floor so the waffles can ice skate!"

leah stood up slowly. "of course you have," she muttered. but then, as leah walked into the mess, you ran up to leah, arms wide open, juice on your shirt and glitter in your hair.

"i love you, mama," you said, entirely unprompted.

leah melted, on the spot practically as she rubbed your back, "...i take it back. maybe you're only slightly half satan."

⸻

when alessia finally walked in through the door, fresh-faced and glowing, leah was lying flat on her back on the couch, as leah stared at the ceiling like she was seeing into another dimension.

the only sound was the gentle hum of bluey in the background.

alessia peeked into the living room. you were curled up on leah's chest, fast asleep, your little fingers tangled in the strings of leah's hoodie.

waffles was beside them, also asleep, with a tiara lopsided on his head. leah raised one hand in the air as alessia approached a tried and dopey looking smile on leah's face.

"i have glitter in places no glitter should be," leah said, voice hoarse. "she called me a boring noodle. and if your wondering why the kitchen floor is sticky she built a juice rink for waffles."

alessia bit back a laugh, crouched beside leah, and kissed leah's temple. "you've done great, babe."

"no. i want vengeance. you can take her next time. i'm keeping the spa trip for myself next time."

"noted," alessia smiled as she lifted a blanket to lay over you kissing you on the forehead. "but hey... what could go wrong?"

leah groaned. "never say that again."

[ultimate-marysue]

I made some sort of alignment classification based on whether they're impulsive or if they plan ahead for the Batfam. Feel free to correct me (politely please, I'll cry) or to add your opinion. I'm not trying to be super canon, just based on their characters' vibes.

Bruce Wayne: 100% planner. This man could be a Bene Gesserit, plans within plans, and they always work even if they shouldn't (because DC can't have him be wrong). It's like a choose your own adventure, you follow the plan and each time something new happens that is sure to chase things up he pulls a subsection specifically for it. Senior Justice League Members just don't question him anymore no matter what. "You had a contingency for getting invaded by mind controlling ballerina spiders? Yeah, sure, tell us all about it".

Barbara Gordon: she plans around her impulses. She is self aware enough at this point to know she's a bit of a hot head. It is what it is, she's called Batman an Emo Boy's idea of Therapy enough times to his face to know she just can't help herself with some stuff. So instead of working against it she plans around it. In the end, it was her plan all along. Canary thinks she could just hold her tongue, but considering the vigilantes Oracle manages, her experience in planning for these situations is invaluable.

Dick Grayson: Impulsive, not because he can't make plans or because he isn't smart. Quite the opposite. He just has that ADHD dog in him. He would be guiding the Titans through a mission and they'd be thinking "Woah, everything is going according to his plan", meanwhile inside his head is Bear Grylls saying "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome". It's not so much that he comes up with plans on the spot but he ends up changing it along the way because he thought of something better for that specific situation. He may use B's protocols for a general structure but then trusts his instinct to come up with something better on the spot.

Cassandra Cain: Neither. She's not one to be coming up with elaborate schemes but, as much as she relies on her instinct, she's able to stop before jumping. She doesn't need to plan, she knows what works. She observes and then takes the best course of action. When Bruce goes on and on about the importance of planning she just answers "Skill issue" and leaves.

Jason Todd: impulsive planner. This is a man that makes plans, okay? He's theatre kid coded, he needs to know his little monologues by heart. The thing is, he's also very emotional and has the impulse control of a toddler in front of the cookie jar. He can't help himself, he has to punch the asshole and make the witty comeback or he will explode. The outlaws have been grilled to death on the importance of following the plan but then watch him like ten minutes later throw it out the window. They find it both endearing and annoying.

Stephanie Brown: Queen of Chaos. She can plan. She's good at it too btw, she just doesn't want to if she can avoid it. She works best when she's improvising and it drives Bruce and Tim up the walls. They just hate to see women winning. She's the best one out of all of them at turning a mistake to her advantage in a matter of seconds. It's quite impressive.

Tim Drake: Chaotic planner. Everyone is so sure Tim is a mini Bruce and to a certain extent, if you squint your eyes, then yes. But Young Just Us know the truth: his plans are extremely effective but only in the most chaotic way possible. There's the Batman plan, and there's the Red Robin plan, which is like the first one but faster and with more fire. He also has to be periodically reminded to take into account his own wellbeing when making his little schemes.

Duke Thomas: plans on the go. I don't know how else to explain it but it's like those sequences in the Sherlock movies (the ones with RDJ) where he's watching his surroundings and opponents almost in slow-mo till he puts together a plan. It's similar to Dick from the outside, but if you pay attention you can see the wheels turning in his head as he goes along. He actually stops and thinks (metaphorically, most of the time his thinking is done while he distracts enemies).

Damian Al Gul Wayne: he's a strategist, not a planner. This is an important distinction because whenever Batman or Red Robin are explaining one of their convoluted plans he feels like he's actively losing braincells. He's closer to Cassandra in the way he prefers a more direct solution. He also gets palpitations anytime Jason or Stephanie just start doing things without thinking. If he knew what Dick's thought process was he would have probably developed an anxiety disorder in his time as Dick's robin. He doesn't understand the need for such high detail planning and hates the idea of making it along the way. No, he just needs to come up with the most efficient strategy and that's all.

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Dinner

G/N. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo).

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

The manchildren are ignoring each other.

It's for the better, really, considering their temperaments.

Johan (slouched, head propped up by his palm) and Samuel (straight backed, perfect posture) sit opposite. A worn, beaten dining table separating them. Both deliberately keeping their gaze on their phones, scrolling half-hearted through social media and trivial articles, faces lit up by bluelight.

Anything to try and block out one another.

Occasional sounds ringing out from their devices, joining the backdrop of sizzling and clanging floating out from the kitchen down the hallway.

Dinner shouldn't be too far away, judging by the smells. Even if Jake and Eli are helping, at least with you taking the lead, they won't be able to get away with anything untoward such as adding a hearty dose of cyanide. 

If you don't do that first, that is.

Facilitated by your presence, an uneasy, delicate truce hangs in the balance between the Crew Heads. Could be broken by the most miniscule interruption. 

Someone breathing too loud.

Someone taking up too much room.

Someone-

"YOU KISSED?!"

Johan and Samuel lift up their heads in unison at your voice. 

Followed by a screech (also yours).

Then - BANG!

Something heavy clatters in the kitchen.

The sound of an indignant shout (Eli's), yelping (Jake's), after a resounding smack (likely courtesy of you). 

One, or both, of them must have pissed you off.

Nothing new there.

They both return back to their phones, trying to keep the strained peace but-

Eyes lock, long enough to antagonise. Samuel's, full of patronising superiority and Johan's, narrowed with distrust and disdain. True feelings laid bare.

Neither look away.

The seconds tick by. Grows into minutes.

Samuel, always having a complex to soothe, pokes him first. With a smirk, "So you took my advice. Stealing shoes worked out well." 

Lips pressed tight and ears burning, Johan glares at him. Taunting tone matching his, "So did being Eugene's dog."

Samuel's expression takes on a dangerous edge, "How's your eyesight-"

Johan clenches his fist, white-knuckled and tense. Prepares to lunge to punch that smug look off his face-

"DINNER!" 

You slam down a large pan of kimchi stew in the middle of the table. Breaking the tension and whatever trouble is stirring.

No doubt Samuel is the instigator, and you throw him a dirty look as he holds your gaze for a just moment, before rolling his eyes and looking away, tips of his ears burning red.

Called it.

Johan huffs, small and pleased and victorious. Hand reaching out for a serving-

"Not yet," you chide, slapping his hand away with chopsticks and you are greeted by a look reminiscent of an annoyed cat.

Jake and Eli join soon after, carrying the rice and banchan. Jake gives Eli a grin, looking pleased with himself as the latter pointedly ignores him.

"Seriously, you can join Big Deal. Maybe as No.7. Lua would kill me and I can't bump Lineman."

"I said no." Eli sits down, as far away as possible from the Big Deal boss.

"I heard Jerry and Warren are getting friendly." Jake picks up the pickled radishes. "They would probably like fighting alongside each other.” 

Eli pinches the bridge of his nose. Somehow this guy is even more persistent than his own toddler. “For crying out loud-” 

"No. How many times! " Your hands dart out to grab Jake's around the wrist.  Intercepting him about to add the pickle juice into the stew. Poised to ruin it for the rest of you. Speaking slowly and clearly, you stress, "No. Pickle. Juice."

"It tastes better, trust me." He tries for a winning smile and is met with groans all around the table.

"No." 

"It tastes like shit."

"Keep it in your own bowl."

"I don't trust you."

Jake, defeated, clicks his tongue. "Fine. You all have no taste."

"Us?" Eli scrunches his face. Jake opens his mouth, but is cut off before anything comes out, “And no! Stop asking Hostel to join with Big Deal. We are not a family.”

Taking this as an opportunity to get even with Samuel, Johan growls, low and menacing, "What the fuck did you say before?"

Samuel sneers, finding no threat in this boy, "I said-"

You sigh.

So long, pleasant meal.

So long, keeping the peace.

You let the noise and angry voices wash over you, serving yourself a portion. At least it won’t get physical with you around (and you’re proven right when they keep casting shifty looks over, as if waiting for you to tell them off).

Better to let them get it out of their system like this, you think, tucking into your food.

[asher-agere]

hello asher! i love your account. i was wondering if you'd feel comfortable doing babyspace chuuya headcanons + cg dazai? i understand your age range for him is 3-6, so it's perfectly fine if you choose to turn this down. thank you :3

YAY I MADE IT TO THE NEXT ONE. MORE BABY CHUUYA FOR THE WORLD. And thank you so much for saying you love my account! Hehe you’re so sweet

Baby Chuuya + Caregiver Dazai

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⛦ Starting off with the age range! Since receiving this request I’ve actually upgraded his age range to be 3-7 normally. But! This isn’t kiddo Chuuya! It’s an itty bitty baby! Soooo I’m lowering his age range to be 1-4 instead! Covering the baby age range pretty well, but also like there’s still a chance of him being on the younger side of toddler age range because I’m sorry he’s so toddler coded I can’t help myself. But he’s mostly a baby!! Most of the time he’s more in the 1-3 range it’s just sometimes he’s a whole 4 years old

₊ ⊹ This is. A stolen idea but I need to make sure it sees the proper light of day. On my last baby Chuuya post @lullabymeows talked about Chuuya flipping Dazai off. But like manually because he’s lacking motor skills? Like he needs to push his other fingers down. And that’s just the cutest thing ever??? He absolutely does that. The sassy baby ever I love him so much I’m holding that headcanon so so so close to my heart now and forever

⛦ Nicknames time! I love Soukoku and their endless list of nicknames… Dazai uses the most pet names since Chuuya struggles with talking! The usual ones like “Mutt” and “Slug”, but also ones that emphasize how little Chuuya is! Both in headspace and size hehe. So things like “Chibi” and “Little One”! Chuuya tries saying “Dazai” and “Mackerel”, but it ends up just being “Dada” and “Mama” which Dazai teases him about! Poor baby can’t talk right… If Chuuya gets too embarrassed Dazai backs off on the teasing though (Just a little bit)

₊ ⊹ Chuuya wants to be active! He has soooo much energy. But little to no coordination (¬⤙¬ ) You know what that means? Tummy time! He just gets laid out on a mat with some toys within reach! He gets to wiggle and squirm around and it’s so much fun! He likes rolling over onto his back and floating his plushies with his ability! Though he starts crying because he’s uncomfortable ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Poor Dazai is a little exasperated because. Chuuya asked for tummy time. So why is he on his back? Obviously he’ll be uncomfortable on his back! But the baby doesn’t have that much logical reasoning… Dazai can’t stay mad of course

⛦ Little Chuuya loves to color! He can’t color in the lines to save his life, all his pictures look very messy. But it’s so much fun! He especially likes coloring in puppies of course! Chuuya doesn’t like drawing because he’s so uncoordinated that his drawings are completely unidentifiable. Which is fine if it’s just Chuuya! But Dazai guessing the drawings wrong really upsets him… So they just stick to coloring! And Dazai treasures each and every picture! He always keeps at least one in his wallet and plenty on the fridge

₊ ⊹ If you ask Chuuya… Dazai’s a super annoying caregiver ( •̀⤙•́ ) Dazai’s always teasing and taunting him… And it’s not fair! What does Chuuya do when he’s mad? Drowns himself in plushies of course. He’ll bury himself in his dog plushies, because most of his plushies are dogs let’s be honest. Then Dazai won’t wanna go near him! Cause Dazai hates dogs duh. Dazai’s solution is to whine and complain about how lonely he is without his baby in his arms! Eventually Chuuya caves of course and goes back to Dazai. But he pouts for awhile!

⛦ Chuuya definitely isn’t able to talk properly. Words are hard for an itty bitty baby! So technically he’s nonverbal? But that doesn’t mean he’s quiet! Oh no definitely not. This baby is babbling constantly. It’s hard to get him to stop babbling honestly! Dazai loves mistranslating the babies babbles even is he knows what Chuuya’s really asking for. But if Chuuya’s really excited about something Dazai won’t mess with him to much hehe. He’ll just encourage conversation! He wants to hear alllll his babies thoughts!

₊ ⊹ Ok normally I see Chuuya as a juice drinker. BUT. There’s something so baby about drinking milk… I can’t see him liking plain milk though, or even angel milk. You know what he absolutely loves though? Chocolate milk! It’s sugar which means he still feels energetic but it’s still thick and more filling like milk. He usually likes it cold but if he’s snuggling down for a nap or something he does really like hot cocoa! It’s just the warm milk makes him sleepy. He doesn’t want that when he’s trying to play! Then he won’t be able to focus on playing!

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So PJSK fans… Somehow I’m ranking like top 3000??? I guess I’m tiering idk I didn’t mean to it just happened- I wonder if I can get to top 1000 :0

[DNI ID: A white box with a brown border on the left and an orange border on the right. Dazai on the left and Chuuya on the right. Brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe” orange text reads “I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[festiveferret]

Wipdate!

Well. It's been like three years since I've done one of these, hahaha, but I've been missing fandom life so I thought it'd be fun to share an update of where I'm sitting. Toddlers manage to take like 140% of your time and energy, even though they sleep a lot, so I've mostly just been parenting, but I've been getting the writing bug lately, so there's very slow progress, but progress nonetheless.

Basically, I have a list of fics I want to make sure I finish. They're the ones it would break my heart to look back on twenty years from now and realize I put all that time and those words into something that never got shared. I haven't been having new ideas very much, so I'm putting all my creative energy into things I've either promised to other people or to myself.

I'm not going to list everything I've posted since my last wipdate, since that was a looong time ago and you can always sort my works page chronologically! But here's the latest ones...

Posted:

Do Not Reply  - Tony replies to a Do Not Reply email address thinking he's shouting into the void. Spoiler alert: he's not. Runaway Train - Preserum Steve and Prince Tony meet cute. Entwined - The aftermath of Ults Stony being magically soulbound and then separated. Lost and Found - Winteriron - Bucky finds a lost dog. Vacation Days - SHIELD needs Steve to take his PTO Sanguinary Revelations - Tony and Steve go on a date with a twist Kindly Calm Me Down - Ults Steve knows how to calm his Tony down after a mission First Christmas - Stony's first xmas as parents Even of My Secret Soul - Secret soulmates

Updating:

Second Chance Summer - Stony with a 20yr age gap. Pre-written and posting on Saturdays. Up to chapter eight. A Good Thing - Comic collab with Askafroa - Alpha!Tony and Omega!Therapist!Steve - almost done! Yet I Will Try the Last - Truck Stop Hooker AU with hooker!Steve and flashy billionaire, Tony Stark. Up to chapter four! (I swear I haven't given up on this) Held Remix - A rewrite of Held with Tony as the sub and Steve as the Dom. Up to chapter twenty-nine. Ashy and I are making a point of getting our chaptered version of Held edited and posted, and then we're cracking on with Remix. We may or may not do both seasons, but we're at least going to finish out S1.

Beta Queue:

Bro Code -  This is one of my 2023 MTH fics Rented Family - I started this one in like 2019 and finally finished it. It's a no-powers Ults AU where Tony is dying of his (canon!) brain cancer and Steve is a security specialist/bodyguard who Tony hires to be around while he dies. Yay for finishing old wips!

Wips:

This wiplist is basically just going to be my list of "I'll be sad if I never finish them" fics I mentioned above. I have no plans to stop writing fic entirely, but I'm definitely slowing down, and I want to focus on the stuff that will feel really good to have done so I don't ever leave myself or you guys hanging!

1) Held edit (the chaptered repost) and Held Remix (at least S1). @ashes0909 and I are picking away at it, but between three kids, two jobs, and two timezones, it's slow af. But we'll get there.

2) My other 2023 MTH fic, older professor Tony and young flirty student Steve for @sabrecmc pod bid. It's maybe a third done.

3) My contribution to the Stony Dating Sim game from MTH 2024 (I'm doing Ults Tony as a love interest. If you want to know more, check out @stevetonydatingsim).

4) My Stony Twilight AU. I posted a snippet of it here a long time ago and I've been picking at it ever since. It's at 33k and probably about halfway done.

5) Fangbait 3. My Fangbait series was always intended to have three parts. Two are up already. The third was on hiatus for a long time, but I just abruptly wrote 80% of it last night, so once I get the sex scenes (and a title oh no) done, she'll be good to go!

6) Yet I Will Try the Last has been waiting for waaay too long for an update and I feel really bad about it. It was the one time I experimented with posting an unfinished WIP (mostly because it started as a oneshot and then I started adding to it) and I regretti spaghetti every day that I did that lol. I. Have. Not. Given. Up. I have the outline for the rest, I know what I want to do, I just need to do it.

7) Brooklyn is a canon divergence from right after Avengers 2012 where Stony travels on a modified quinjet together, cleaning up the chitauri weapon's market. It's maybe a third to a half done? Another one I started a loooong time ago and never got my steam back with, but I would really like to. I really like that one.

8) A Venom/Eddie fic from right after the first movie. It's not too long and it's probably also about halfway done, so I believe in myself. It's called Parasite.

9) A collab started a few years ago that I'm not going to out here in case my collab partner doesn't want to do it anymore, but we did a fair bit of it so I'd love to get it done.

Writing comes in little spurts, but I have to pick and choose between my hobbies now, so I just have less time and energy to spend on one thing. I've been trying to read more to fuel the words! I also have OG stuff I'm working on, but that's just as slow as the other stuff lol. I miss you guys! Hope y'all are doing well. (Happy Easter if you celebrate!)

Thanks as always for reading! <3

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one (this one) // part two: Afterglow

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Miguel falls for the sweet spider girl that opens a bakery on the HQ. Of course he had to ruin it, but… Did he lose the girl? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ age gap (legal, not specified), implied Hispanic reader, angst, asshole Miguel, pastries and sweets,idk, no proofread 𝐀/𝐍_ read along cruel summer from my playlist!<3 (cruel summer coded fic)

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

Miguel O’Hara thinks you’re annoying, always giggling like a toddler and gossiping with everyone. Except him.

He had to accept you were creative; your iridescent suit was proof of it.

Your friendship with the spiders that gave the most terrible headaches to Miguel was annoying.

You’re laughing very hard with Gwen in the middle of the gym sector.

When Miguel looks up, he sees Miles tangled in a tight of webs in the ceiling.

“What is going on here?” He asks, walking in completely.

“Oh-“ Gwen mumbles, the laughing seizing.

“Hey, Miguel!. Can you help me come down?” Miles asks, causing you and Gwen to start laughing again.

Soon, silence reigned again after Miguel sent you and the blonde girl a death look.

The man rolls his eyes and sighs, tired. However, he goes and helps Miles to get down.

“pss…” Gwen whispers, indicating you quietly leave the gym. You nod, smiling.

It had been almost a year; since Miles learned about his destiny since the spot almost killed everyone, and since you joined the Spider society.

Yeah, a lot happened.

“I never said you two could leave…” Miguel spits without even looking. When he does, you and Gwen are holding hands, looking scared as if a spook was in his place. He could laugh if it wasn’t because of the image he had to maintain.

“I asked for that earth-01989 report two hours ago…” he said, frowning at Gwen.

“And I needed you in today’s mission with me,” so Miguel wanted you; he needed you out of all the spiders in the facility.

“I was in the nursing room getting stitches. See?…” you say, lifting your arm to show your bare skin sewn with a fine thread. Some blood was decorated around the long line that would likely transform into a scar.

Miguel’s angered face softened.

“Are you okay?” Even Gwen seems abashed when Miguel asks you that.

“Yes. It was this tedious variant of Mysterio and his projectiles” Miles finally appears on Miguel’s side, hearing the conversation.

“I don’t want you on any mission until that heals”

“Are you kidding?” You ask incredulously, thinking your boss was exaggerating.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He could not be intimidating. Always making sassy comments, with a monotonous tone.

“I guess not…” Your face barely brushed his chest. And the one and only time his hand holds your body, you feel like a porcelain doll, small and delicate.

“Buena chica….” He finalized petting your head and starting to leave. It annoys you; you weren’t a dog.

“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

“Use your imagination, y/n. You’re a creative spider…”

Gwen, Miles, and you just stare in silence.

He thought you were creative; how sweet.

…

Miguel just finished a debriefing. He was finally alone until Jess entered the room, at least without her loud motorcycle.

“What are you doing? It’s lunchtime,” she points out.

Miguel smells sweet, sugar… or something soft.

“I don’t take my lunchtime. You know it…” When the woman stands beside him, he sees it.

There’s a little plate on her hands. Spider cupcakes and a cookie… with his mask as a decoration.

“What’s that?” He asks in disbelief.

“What? This?. Oh, it’s from y/n’s bakery” Miguel looks confused.

“…y/n’s bakery?” Jess shrugs, biting the cupcake.

“Yeah, you said the aisles beside the cafeteria could have a renovation.”

“I never approved a bakery.” He wasn’t mad but wanted to know why you didn’t ask. He would have said yes, only to you.

He started to move towards the exit and heard Jess sighing.

“Don’t be harsh with her, Miguel. It’s making everyone happy…” he didn’t say anything.

…

Half of the aisle was a cabin in the woods, with moss, bulb lights, bookshelves, and the smell of espresso all over.

The other half was the Italian Renaissance, similar to the Bradbury building of LA. Black and white floor tiles with a dark and elegant vibe.

Very interesting.

Some spiders greet him and say he needs to try his own cookies. Miguel doesn’t know if it annoys or intrigues him.

Until he walks to the cash register, you are with Pavitr and Margo giggling. Margo is taking the orders, and Pavitr helps you with the baking.

Miguel sneaks through the back door for the kitchen and grunts, making you and the boy turn around.

“What’s this supposed to mean?” Miguel asks. Pav drops some dishes and stares in shock at his boss.

“So-… I’m leaving,” Pavitr mumbles before calling it quits. You send him a lousy look before washing your hands from the dough in the process of being finished. Finally, you stare at Miguel with a smile.

“This is The spider’s lounge cabin bakery.”

“That’s a long name,” you laugh hard, slight dimples forming. And Miguel is annoyed. Cute

“Why I wasn’t noticed of this?” you blush, scratching your forearm. He never thought you would build a bakery while you healed.

“I wanted to tell you. But you’re always busy. Jess said she would tell you.”

Jess never said anything. He could always make time for you.

“Then she must’ve forgotten too,” you nod. Suddenly you don’t know what to say. Miguel feels the air shift; Margo keeps taking orders, and people keep picking cakes and cookies, but deep down, everyone wants to hear what Miguel is saying to you,

“I’m not mad, y/n.” He really is not.

“But I’m not happy either.”

“Just.., just try something,” he’s surprised but looks at the showcase shelves with many desserts; crème brûlée, cupcakes, a pink mousse, and slices of cakes. But there was a section that captured his whole attention; pan dulce. Pieces of conchas, torcidos, mantecadas, there’s even chocoflan, arroz con leche and more.

“Oh, yeah… you know about my Hispanic heritage. And… I did this whole section for you” his heart beats faster. But as the stubborn spider, Miguel only asks Margo for a polvorón. The girl hands him the cookie, which is small and covered in white dust that is sugar.

Honestly, you’re sweating. Too nervous to digest Miguel’s upcoming reaction.

He takes a bite of the cookie and slowly starts chewing it.

“Please don’t fire me…” he hears you but says nothing.

He has to suppress a moan from how good the polvorón tasted.

The cookie was perfectly baked, with small pieces of walnuts appearing once in between bites. And the sugar melted in his mouth.

“I want a report on how this is doing….weekly,” you nod. But there’s a little smirk on your face; you know he must’ve liked the cookie.

“As you wish. Thank you” he only offers you a slight nod before leaving.

He didn’t need a report. It was useless. But that meant he could see you around oftenly.

…

Jess was right. Everyone seemed to be happy with the Spider’s lounge cabin bakery. Miguel had to see donuts, cakes, and more, dedicated to different spiders or seasons.

And somehow, Miguel grew fond of you, but was terrified.

He promised to stay away from catching feelings. Maybe it was because of the sweet smile you always offered him whenever he passed by the bakery.

Or the stupid cookies you kept doing based on his mask.

It must have been because of your jericallas, his favorite dessert.

Every Friday, Miguel was there, watching you bake. There wasn’t a lot of talking, mostly just him finishing some reports and planning missions as you decorated pastries. It was a pleasant silence, though.

Quickly, after some weeks, both of you were used to it.

You sigh, looking at Miguel. The spider society was almost empty on a Friday night. But he was there sitting on the little desk. He looked ridiculously broad seated there.

He must feel tired, but he’s a workaholic. You admire him cause of that, only you can’t help but feel some sadness. Loneliness must haunt him. And you would love to be his company.

Suddenly Miguel smells something; herbs and sugar.

“Miguel…” you call him. Hoping to catch his attention, and help him to relieve the stress he was always in.

A cup of hot tea and a slice of pan de elote appeared before him.

“What’s this?…” you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re tired. And you didn’t pick any empanadas today. Please, eat something…” he didn’t know how perceptive you were of him. He was glad you were.

“Fine,” he accepts. You cheer, and he can’t help but smile.

The tea is sweet but no more than the pan de elote. It’s perfect, soft, and made by you.

“Do you like it?”

“You know I love everything you do…” you’re shocked. The feeling of getting blushed only increases.

He probably referred to your baking; that’s it. Maybe he referred to everything else.

“That’s so sweet of you, Miguel” Now he was blushing. Staring at each other, you’re the first to break contact, hiding your gaze by placing some hairs behind your ear.

“So you do this in your earth?”

“My grandma taught me everything. And then, I worked in a bakery for a while. Now I’m just in college,” he nods, taking another sip of the tea.

“Coding, right?” Now you nod with a smile, surprised that he remembered your major.

“Yeah. I wanted to major in arts, but my parents thought it wasn’t good enough to give me a stable income.” Miguel had some idea of the economy being totally different than the one on his earth. However, he’s very intrigued to know more about you. He thought it would be harder to converse with you, but surprisingly, that was not the case.

“What else do you like to do?” You realize you’re having the most extended conversation you’ve ever had with Miguel since… ever.

“I’m a home girl. I like staying in my room and reading and watching movies. I’m pretty boring. Anyways…What about you?”

“I-I really don’t have time for anything” Somehow, Miguel was embarrassed. His life revolved around being Spider-Man and leader of the spider society. And since he lost his family… that’s all he was.

You offered him a warm smile. You could feel he was not proud of that. And you blamed the trauma he had with his past. And from the bottom of your heart, you leaned to caress his big shoulder.

“You deserve a break, Miguel. The spider verse won’t collapse for you wanting a life” Something from your words touched him. He looked into your eyes and found kindness. You were what he needed.

“Would you hang out with me?” It was too late to analyze what he had said, basically a date. Miguel wanted to bang his head against the desk. Maybe you didn’t want to do anything with him, only coworkers. He was older than you and-… No. He was afraid of the date going well. Cause if that happened, he wasn’t sure if he would give in to you.

You’re blushing again.

“For real?…like friends? Or like… a date?” You were babbling. Never in your wildest dreams, you thought Miguel O’Hara would invite you to hang out with him.

“Whatever it pleases you,” there was no turning back. He was happy, though.

“I would love to have a date with you” The touch on his shoulder sends him a wave of tranquility. For one day, Miguel promises to not think about his past and enjoy the moment. He thinks he’s choosing a woman like you; intelligent, realistic, sweet, and kind. Everything could quickly go well.

“Okay then. It’s a date…” he smiles; it’s a short smile, but you’re more than pleased.

He stands up and cleans the desk. While he does, you have a dorky smile plastered on your face. And you are eager to find out Something.

“Miguel?” He keeps cleaning.

“Hmm?” His back faces you, but he can see you smiling.

“Why me?” Finally, he turns around.

You are so small. He can’t wait to see how your little hands will feel tangled with his. Your ear will barely press against his chest as he hugs you tightly. He couldn’t hide it anymore… he had feelings for you.

“You match what I need,” he said before leaving, not before giving you another brief smile.

Before that day, you weren’t even sure if Miguel cared about you. You were technically new to the society. And he barely shared glances with you.

But you matched his needs, and that was lovely.

…

A thrift store dress was always a good purchase. For this occasion, it was lilac, a y2k nostalgic dress. It matched your red lipstick, red purse, and chunky boots.

You were going to have a date with Miguel O’Hara.

He would meet you to see a movie at your New York historic theater and then… dinner.

Simple.

A few days before the date, you dared to kiss Miguel on the cheek after heading out of the HQ.

He blushed, and you loved seeing him like that.

Then Gwen and Lyla cheered and were all about your date. Jess, on the other side, was a little suspicious. However, she told you everything was gonna be okay. You didn’t understand what she meant.

When you showed the lilac dress, Lyla was sincere in telling you how pretty you looked and how it highlighted the best features of your body.

Everything seemed to be okay.

So you arrived five minutes late to the theater; 7:36 pm. And Miguel wasn’t there yet. A lot of couples were in lane to buy tickets. The popcorns smelled amazing, and you wanted to try the burgers beside the historic building. You were getting impatient, hoping to see the giant silhouette of Miguel.

But he was a busy man, so you waited.

You waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.

8:59 pm; he never came.

…

Gwen Stacy opened your bedroom window only to find the room empty.

Your butterfly lights that decorated your bookshelves are on. Your family is not home, Gwen can assume.

So she hears you; you’re sobbing loudly.

She panics and starts looking for you until she steps into the kitchen, and you punch a big chunk of dough… or something.

“Y/n… What happened?” The blonde asks, hurrying to come to your side and look at your face.

When you turn, your nose looks like a cherry and swollen and red eyes keep squeezing out tears that fall across your face and land on the dough.

“We were worried for you. What’s wrong?” You shake your head, returning to your baking, sniffing. Gwen sighs, taking her mask off.

“Miguel was looking for you like crazy.” The blonde noticed that, as he mentioned Miguel, you sobbed harder again, so he started to worry again.

“He can especially go and fuck himself,” you mumble with a broken voice.

���What? So the date didn’t go well?” When you try to reach for a bag of cocoa powder in the drawers, Gwen gets it with her webs.

“The date didn’t even happen because he stood me up” Your friend is in shock, her mouth is open in disbelief, and her eyes are wide open.

“NO WAY!. But-…No, Something must’ve happened. Why would Miguel do something like that?”

“Because he’s a fucking asshole,” you spit with so much venom. Even Gwen notices it, Something that it’s highly unusual for you.

“If he wasn’t ready, if he didn’t even like me, he could have avoided all of this,” you explain, trying to sound calm. But it’s nearly impossible with how much you’ve been crying.

“There must be a reason, y/n. Miguel seeme-”

“I don’t want to know, Gwen” She respects it, she stays quiet. You tilt your head, planning to sound softer with your friend.

“Look, I want to cry the whole day. So tomorrow, I’ll be able to walk into the HQ like nothing. So from now on… This never happened. Okay, Gwen?” She nods.

She helps you with a chocolate cake and gets at least three smiles from you.

You offer half of the cake for her and Hobie, as you promised to give Peter, Pav, Miles, and Jess a slice too.

But the whole night, you can only think about Miguel.

Why he had to be such a fucking jerk?

…

Miguel is working on a new serum when Gwen stomps in. She makes sure she’s being loud enough to draw their attention.

“You can’t be here,” he says to the girl.

“Why did you stood up, y/n?” That was enough to pull him out of his experiment. Miguel exchanged looks with Gwen before he remembered it.

The fucking date. He never came; he didn’t even let you know what happened.

“Mierda…” he whispers.

“So?…” Gwen asks, reluctant, arms crossed on her chest, demanding an answer.

“Didn’t Jess tell you?” Gwen shook her head, confused.

“A variant of the green goblin tried to make his own super collider. It was a mess…” Until that moment, Gwen noticed a patch on Miguel’s arm. She admits to herself it must’ve been pretty bad to make the great Spider-Man 2099 injured.

“If you didn’t come to say that, I wouldn’t have remembered it. How is she?” He tries to sound even; calmed. But he’s not; he’s stressing, and the embarrassment quickly invades him.

That Saturday, he was getting ready for the date when Ben called. Miguel grew worried about another super collider being created, so he ran back to the HQ.

The fight was very tough; he injured his whole arm, and when he returned home, he was knocked out. And the following day, he forgot about the date entirely. But he didn’t forget you, 'cause he looked for you like crazy.

“Not okay. She thought you stood her up. Which you did, but…”

“I didn’t mean to. I would never purposefully hurt her,” Gwen nods. Knowing she won’t be able to read Miguel’s face.

“Well… tell her, not me. But I warn you if this changes her forever…I’ll blame you forever” Miguel had an idea of Gwen’s words. You only had one true love before, your Harry Osborn, who died in your arms. You were only fifteen and since then… No love for you.

“I’ll fix this, Gwen. I promise…” he assured her.

…

Miguel was taking longer than intended to fix things.

He spent around an hour looking for you in the HQ, only to learn from Jess that you were on a mission with Peter and Hobie.

“Gwen said you stood her up. Why the hell did you do that?” Miguel knew the woman was mad at him. Even when Jess was older than you, she liked you a lot. Everyone did.

“You know what happened. You were there with me.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t aware it was the same day as the date. You could have let her know when you knew about the anomaly, Miguel.”

“I know, Jess. I know…” he was stressed… a lot. Jess shook her arms in surrender. But she also knew she could help her friend.

“Just talk with her. She might understand… both of you should give it a chance” She was right because the more Miguel thought if it was okay to court you, the more he realized he liked you.

“She’s arriving in ten minutes… be gentle,” he nodded. Looking at his gizmo, he saw you just entered Nueva York and were heading towards the showers.

Slowly, he made his way there.

A long hallway connected the pools and showers for different genders. Miguel found himself walking through it. Many spiders were in the pool, and some greeted him, but Miguel was fixated on seeing you.

A door opened; the ladies showered. You came out with wet hair, sweatpants, a baggy tee, and sandals. Miguel had never seen you without your suit before. Just a picture Peter showed him of an evening you spent with him and Mayday. That day you had a pretty sundress, and your hair was in a cute braid.

However, now…Miguel knew everything was different. Now he has a personal issue with you. One that he caused in the first place.

“Hey…” he called once he was an inch behind you. You turned to face him, only to roll your eyes and walk away towards the exit.

“Please, y/n. We need to talk,” he insisted, gently grabbing your forearm.

You weren’t expecting him to come and find you, but how regretful he was trying to sound enrages you.

“Now you wanna talk?. I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to talk” The hostility in your voice takes him aback.

“I just need some minutes, please,” you sigh. You don’t want to be immature but still think it’s unfair.

“Really? I just needed five seconds, Miguel. In five seconds, you could have told me an anomaly came in” he’s embarrassed. Gwen must’ve told you.

“I know you’ve suffered enough to open up again with somebody. But I’ve been there too. And if you weren’t ready or didn’t even like me… you could have avoided having me waiting an hour in that theater like an idiot.”

“But I do like you. And it’s been a while since the last time I’ve felt like this” At that moment, Miguel didn’t know he had chosen the wrong words.

“SHUT UP!” A lot of spiders turn to see you and Miguel. You eye them shortly, slightly embarrassed.

“You’re an asshole, Miguel O’Hara. And if you ever try to play with me again, I’ll leave the spider society and make sure you can never come to my earth again.” You don’t even glance at him. But you want to. You want to forgive him so severely, to ask about the injury in his arm and bake him something. You open a portal with tears in your eyes as you head home.

You won’t. You know the pain of a broken heart, and you won’t go through that again.

And poor Miguel, chooses a woman to try again for love, and he messes everything. But he’s optimistic; he had chosen a woman and was confident it wasn’t the ending. He would try again until you were smiling again.

But you wished having your friends and saving the spider-verse didn’t depend on Miguel being the leader of the spider society. Because you didn’t want to see him again. Like…never.

How does the song goes?…. I love you, Ain’t that worst thing you’ve ever heard?

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Comment if you want to be tagged in part two :)

[shallowseeker]

THE LORE

I'm Shal.  I watched SPN off and on as a teen, but I didn’t join Tumblr or the fandom until late 2022, when I was bedridden due to a heart condition.

That’s when I started reading fics like american oracle by @handsliketruth & @whiskeyjuniper, The Black Dog Ache by @winchester-reload, and Redux by @valleydean... and I was hooked. Ficlets, meta, shitposts, the whole nine. (I'm still obsessed with all of these stories, if you care.)

I'm happy to say that my heart condition is much more stable now, and I’m no longer bedridden, but I’m still on Tumblr and still having an amazing time!

ao3 @ shallowseeker

blue.sky @ shallowseeker

pillowfort @ shallowseeker

pinterest @ shallowseeker

dreamwidth @ shallowseeker

discord @ shallowseeker

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TAGGING / WARNINGS

I’m not anti-anything, but I have a real soft spot for imperfect characters. If they come across as too polished or boring, I love digging into their flaws and exploring their Achilles' heels. (For example, I’ve paralleled Lisa Braden’s struggle with understanding grief against Jody Mills’s deeper, lived understanding of it.)

Anything I think could be challenging or a bit of a downer, I tag with #complex at the beginning—#complex john, #complex sam, #complex dean, and so on.

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META

The meta-organization will go here... eventually. (I'm working on a #shal spn rewatch.)

Over the past couple of years, I’ve written a lot of opinions, some of which people still request. My meta tends to focus on later SPN seasons, with deep dives into Jack Kline—aiming to add variety to the ecosystem by highlighting the real, complicated Jack over the "fanon (toddler) stereotype."

A few people have called me TFW-positive, and I genuinely love Team Free Will, even when I'm mentally wringing their necks. My core focus is on Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack, Mary, and Rowena/the MacLeod family.

Side Goals: @spnwin-reader @wheretheloveisstored

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FICS

I post my fics on Ao3 under shallowseeker, and the new Tumblr page for them is here. (I post a lot of rapid-fire ficlets and ideas in my Tumblr posts, too.)

I write to improve my cognitive dysfunction, and I’m fascinated by religion and natural phenomena (avalanches, sinkholes, etc). My writing style has been described as chaotic, random, and weird—"like one long manic episode."

PSA: My meta thoughts = / = my fic. Sometimes fic is just me goofing off, or horny drivel, or melt-in-your-mouth cotton candy. Don't expect that My Thoughts (TM) will align with it. I reserve the right to be lame and incomprehensible. TY~

= O N G O I N G =

For your crimes against the most high (5 of 14) 

= C O M P L E T E D =

Blackout on the eastern seaboard (2/2)

Truth & despair (15/15)

Mirror, mirror (1/1)

I will not be diminished (1/1)

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OTHER STUFF

👬 pro-DeanCas (I have eyes) // 🤩 Mary stan //⭐ Jack stan // 📚 Sam / Donatello / Metatron-coded (and was told by a friend: Kevin Tran-coded)

My username @shallowseeker is a type of fishing lure, so I thought a Dean and Jack fishing theme would fit perfectly this time around!

[brooklyn-raised-barnes]

"The Optics of This Are Terrible"

—a Redacted & Bucky Barnes ficlet

Bucky x platonic!oc

Description: Redacted is the code name given to the social media manager of the avengers. She is a no nonsense, tired of babysitting grumpy old men, zillenial with a caffeine addiction.

These ficlets are simply adding a narrative to the page.

I am Redacted. Bucky chose that name for me. Don't ask. I won't tell.

He's a good boy. I will protect his peace.

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The compound’s quiet. Too quiet. Redacted knows that particular hush—like a cat about to pounce or a toddler being suspiciously well-behaved. She’s carrying a mug that says “NO I WILL NOT FIX YOUR VIBE” in chipped lettering and wearing an expression that says the same.

She passes behind the couch and catches a glimpse of movement on Bucky’s phone. A flick of his thumb. A Tumblr dashboard scroll.

And then—

She stops.

Backtracks.

Leans in.

Squints.

"...Are you reblogging gun porn?"

Bucky doesn’t even look up. “It’s a nice build.”

She sets the mug down like she might need both hands to commit a felony.

“Are you serious right now?” she groans, rounding the couch and planting herself in his line of sight. “You’re Bucky Barnes. Ex-assassin turned soft-reformed sweetheart. Tumblr’s tragic grandpa boyfriend. And you’re reblogging custom suppressors with the caption ‘clean.’”

He looks up, calm as ever. “It was clean.”

“You liked a video of someone disassembling an M1911 to jazz music.”

“That’s how I learned. It’s a good vibe.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You are personally destroying your good boy image.”

“I don’t have a good boy image.”

“You do now,” she snaps. “You have one shitty photo of beef stew and a few asks answered with ‘oh yeah babydoll’ People think you knit in your spare time and rescue stray dogs.”

“I do rescue stray dogs.”

“Exactly,” she hisses. “So maybe stop liking posts that say ‘tactical precision is an act of love.’ You think that’s just edgy? Half the people on Tumblr think you sleep under a weighted blanket made of guilt and chamomile.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I think is cotton and glass beads...”

“Jesus Christ.”

He taps the screen again. Likes a post showing a concealed carry rig with the tags #pewpew and #freedomboner.

She lunges for the phone. He holds it up, out of reach, like a big brother tormenting a sibling.

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Bucky.”

“Redacted.”

“I will shut this blog down. I will change your password to something you’ll never guess. Like ‘cozydaddy’ or ‘macramewarrior84.’”

His lip twitches.

“Don’t smile.”

“I’m not.”

���You are.”

“It’s just funny how mad you get.”

“I am not mad.” She points at the phone like it personally offended her. “I’m strategically enraged. There is a difference.”

“Is there?”

“I’m crafting a narrative here, Barnes. Do you have any idea what it takes to maintain the illusion that you're emotionally stable and not five seconds away from stabbing a man with a fondue fork?”

He sets the phone down on the coffee table. Blinks up at her with a slow, measured look that says you’re being dramatic without actually saying it.

“I am emotionally stable,” he says.

“Are you?”

“I haven’t stabbed anyone in months.”

“That is not a selling point.”

“Maybe for you.”

She groans. Picks up the phone, starts scrolling. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to do damage control. I’m going to reblog a photo of a golden retriever and write ‘good boy energy.’ I’m going to queue a post about soup. I’m going to make you humble.”

“I am humble.”

“You just reblogged a post that said ‘God gives his hardest battles to his hottest soldiers.’”

“It had a good font.”

She slaps the phone back into his hand and walks off, muttering to herself. “Good font. He says that like a defense. God save me from reformed war criminals with opinions about sans serif.”

As she disappears into the kitchen, Bucky reblogs one more post:

A black-and-white image of a combat knife balanced on a teacup.

Caption: “Balance is everything.”

He tags it: #zen.

[thenovelartist]

Order in the Chaos - Chapter 10 - Honkai: Star Rail fanfiction

<<Previous Chapter

Sunday remembered what Dan Heng had said about the ribbons on Stelle’s back. He’d kept it contained to the back of his mind, half haunting him, half tempting him. Especially seeing as Stelle was an avid and proficient dumpster diver. It would just be so undignified having to actually use them.

And yet!

The unending stares made him understand why Dan Heng gave him that advice in the first place.

So while dragging this girl around by her jacket ribbons like a toddler was embarrassing, Sunday determined it would be more embarrassing if she ran off toward yet another garbage can only for more people to stare at them.

“Must you?” Sunday challenged, looking at a sulking Stelle.

“But what else do people do for fun?”

“Many things, Stelle.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

… he actually had to think for a second to create a comeback. “I play instruments and listen to music, analyzing the composer’s melodic choices—”

Something smacked him in the chest. Looking down, he saw Stelle had thrown a record at him. “Analize this.”

Hesitantly, he took the record from her hand and looked it over. “Do I want to know where you found this?”

“You know where I found it.”

He heaved a sigh. “Regrettably, I do.”

As the Express came into sight, Sunday dared to release his hold on Stelle.

She noticed, looking back behind her as though she could see the ribbons. “And here I thought you were going to walk me like a dog all the way back home.”

“When I think of pets, raccoons are not the first thing that come to mind.”

Stelle chuckled at that. Sunday himself had to stifle a smirk.

Upon entering the Express, Stelle shuffled off, likely in an attempt to find Dan Heng and dump her paper haul on him. Knowing where Stelle had found the record in his hands, he was loathe to place it on the record player. Hence, Sunday decided to head to the cleaning closet for something to very gently sanitize the record.

On his way, he ran into a figure cleaning the hallway. “Oh, Dan Heng.”

With a swish of Dan Heng’s hands, the water that glimmered over the Astral Express floor swirled up and into a bucket. “Ah, Sunday. You’ve returned.”

Sunday gave a nod. “Yes, Stelle and I both just arrived. You seem to have been busy here.”

“I just finished.”

“No accidents?”

“None.”

“Well done.” Sunday pat his shoulder. “And in perfect timing. Stelle is looking for you.”

Dan Heng gave a nod. “With papers aplenty, I presume.”

“There would have been more if I hadn’t stopped her. Also, you were right; her ribbons are quite effective.”

Dan Heng snorted in amusement.

“She likely headed toward the archives.”

“Thank you.”

“Before you go,” Sunday spoke up. “Stelle found a music record, and I’m hesitant to put it on the machine—”

“Cleaning closet. Grab the green bottle on the fourth shelf from the floor. Spray it on one of the yellow clothes and wipe it off.”

Speechless, Sunday could only blink at the too-precise answer. “And that won’t ruin it?” Sunday asked, just in case.

Dan Heng shook his head. “Would you like to know how I know?”

“I can take a pretty good guess.”

With a smile, Dan Heng headed off.

While Sunday traveled toward the cleaning closet.

Following Dan Heng’s instructions, he easily located what he needed in order to clean the record. Although once was likely enough, Sunday still preferred to wipe it down a second time before heading back towards the main car. He was quite curious to place this in the record player and see what sounds—

“Ack!”

Sunday flinched backwards at the sudden appearance of March at his side. “Oh, Mar—”

“Shhhh!” She flailed a hand wildly. “Code gold.”

That’s when he noticed the food items in March’s other arm. Sunday’s stomach dropped. “Why does she insist on cooking when we can find food out?”

“Because she brought food back she wants to experiment with.”

Right. He recalled how excited Himeko had been by the exotic foods pedaled to her on the trip. “Do you need to grab more from the kitchen?”

“Yup.”

After setting his record on the closest side table, Sunday took hold of the items in March’s arms. “I’ve got this.”

“Perfect.” March eagerly surrendered her stash. “I’ll go for round two. Mr. Yang’s distracting her for now.”

“Then let’s make it quick for his sake.”

With an exasperated nod, March quickly scurried off towards the kitchen again.

Sunday, for his part, quickly headed up to Stelle’s room. He still wasn’t fond of entering without an invitation, but he’d since accepted there were extenuating circumstances that demanded the lack of propriety. Like now.

He still made sure to knock before entering, though. Even if he had to do it with his foot. “Excuse me,” he called out, making a beeline for the hiding cubby in Stelle’s room.

“Really?” Stelle whined. “A code gold?”

“My apologies,” Sunday said, his wings falling in shame as he stuffed the food away. “Seems Himeko is more eager to experiment with those ingredients than we thought.”

“But why when we—” She stopped herself, pursing her lips tightly. “Nevermind. Actually, that kinda checks out. Himeko gets a little too excited when it comes to food.”

After closing up the hiding spot, Sunday turned back to Stelle. “I’ll have March come up the rest so you can go clean up,” he said. Extenuating circumstances or not, he preferred not being in her room while she was in the shower. The others were the others, but that was where he drew the line.

Stelle threw him a thumbs up. “As for tonight’s dinner, we passed a few good eating spots.”

“Yes,” Sunday eagerly agreed. Dinner out seemed far more practical. And edible. “I know there was the one eatery that the townspeople recommended, but—”

“That little hole-in-the-wall we passed? Smelled freaking divine.”

He chuckled. He had to agree with her there. His mouth might have begun watering at the array of spices that drifted from the slightly-worse-for-wear shopfront. “I’ll get March to help me convince her.”

“Cool. Sounds good to me.”

“Just promise you won’t go off dumpster diving after you shower.”

She dramatically sighed, cocking her hips and tossing her head. “Between you and Dan Heng, I doubt I’ll get the leash to do it.”

“I believe I speak for Dan Heng when I say you will not.”

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Stelle headed toward the bathroom.

Meaning he needed to take his leave. He took a step toward the door—

Narrowly avoiding Bubbles who had appeared right behind him.

Squee?

Sunday sighed, giving the imaginary trotter a disapproving look. “Can’t you stand to be alone for a moment? Your owner just went to shower.”

He swore its ears fell as it mournfully hung its head. “Squeeee…”

He knew it wasn’t even real, so why did he feel guilty? “Fine, come help.”

With an excited snort, Bubbles lead the way back down stairs. Just in time for Sunday to run into March again.

“Is that everything?” he asked.

“Everything concerning,” March said, already starting up the stairs. “I don’t know why we can’t just get food.”

“There’s a spot Stelle and I want to try,” Sunday said. “Maybe, they even deliver.”

“Ohh! I’d love that, but whenever we land on a planet, I want to go out and explore, too. I want to take pictures of every place we land, ya know.”

True. He’d long since come to admire March’s dedication to her artistic hobby. “Then we’ll just have to convince Himeko.”

“That will be step two of this plan,” March said with a wink before heading up the stairs.

“Squee squeee?”

“See, you have your other owner,” Sunday told the trotter at his feet. “You should go trip her.”

With a tilt of its head, Bubbles stared at Sunday.

Amused, he pat the top of its head and gave it a scratch behind the ears. “Now go on.” To encourage it further, he lightly tapped its nose.

Bubbles gave a snort before trotting away indignantly.

“You seem to have adapted quite well to handling Bubbles.”

Sunday turned around to see Mr. Yang taking a seat at the bar, a sketchbook in his hand.

“I suppose,” Sunday said, taking a seat next the man. “By the way, when it comes to tonight’s dinner—”

“I already talked Himeko into going out to eat while we’re here. The ingredients she got can wait a day. Or… many days.”

Sunday took a breath of relief, slumping in his chair. “Good to know. Although, now it feels like a waste of effort.”

“Your efforts aren’t for nothing: she’ll be desperate to start tomorrow, and I think she’s catching on to us.”

Sunday grimaced. That was most worrisome. “I hope for our stomachs sake that she doesn’t.”

Mr. Yang nodded. “I’ve been aboard this train for a long time, back when it was just Himeko and I. I’ve learned a thing or two when it comes to being one step ahead of her. Unfortunately, the reverse is also true.”

“Even so, I’m sure everyone else is thankful for the talent you do possess.”

“It comes with the territory of learning about people, if you’re willing to invest in those relationships.”

His words struck a chord inside Sunday, his gaze falling to his hands. “I agree. I’ve learned just how true that is recently.”

Mr. Yang’s grin softened. “We’re happy to have you as part of the crew, and I don’t mean that strictly in the professional sense.”

A pleasant warmth began blossoming in Sunday’s chest. “More than anything, I’m… thankful for having been accepted here.” After a moment, he raised his head to meet Mr. Yang’s gaze. “I owe you all so much, especially for your willingness to accept me into your crew. And not just in the professional sense.”

With a warm smile, Mr. Yang reached inside his coat. “Maybe this is a little presumptuous of me. However…” He took out a slim, golden rectangle. The metal clanged against the counter as Mr. Yang slid it Sunday’s direction. “All crew members must have one of these.”

Sunday’s eyes widened as he looked at the golden ticket before him, one he’d seen pinned to all the Astral Express crew members. “This is the Nameless Crew ticket.”

“It is.”

The item held his gaze for a while, before Sunday forcibly turned his wide-eyed attention back to Mr. Yang. “But… I am not a pathstrider for the trailblaze.”

“That doesn’t discredit the fact you’ve so actively invested in being one of us. That you’ve begun finding your own footing in the Astral Express as well as acting in the capacity of a Nameless on missions. Whether or not you follow the path of the trailblaze, we also can’t deny the fact you are one of us.” Mr. Yang tapped the golden ticket. “Meaning that you are no less deserving of this than any of us here.”

A muddle of mixed emotions flooded his chest to the point he couldn’t even decipher one from another. Tentatively, Sunday picked up the ticket, running his fingers over the shining surface. With this, he would truly be welcomed in as one of the crew. While he knew everyone had already done so, this felt… so much more final. More real.

He pursed his lips as he fought against the undercurrent of hesitation. “Are you certain?”

“I’ve talked it over with the other team members. They all are in agreement to present this to you, but they also worried you’d feel pressured if we made a formal ceremony out of it.”

That might very well have been the case. Sunday was no stranger to being in the spotlight, but this… to have this honor gifted to him by Mr. Yang alone was already surprising enough. Having everyone be looking at him for an answer would have overwhelmed him.

“So please,” Mr. Yang continued. “If you wish to take it, don’t hesitate to do so. Only if you truly feel unable to accept it should you decline.”

Sunday stared at the ticket a while longer before pulling it to his chest. “Only if youall are certain I should have it.”

“We are.”

Sunday clung to the ticket tighter, it feeling warm in his hands. “Then I thank you.”

“Allow me to be the first to officially welcome you to the crew, Sunday. Even though the life we live is chaotic, and the people equally unorthodox, I think you’ve succeeded finding your place.”

“Though I’m not sure I can confidently say I’ve found my place,” Sunday began, “I no longer feel lost trying to navigate it. I’ve come to realize there is a certain… order to the chaos.”

With a chuckle, Mr, Yang reached out to lay a hand over Sunday’s head, slightly ruffling his hair. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do believe that’s called ‘Harmony’.”

Sunday froze at the words.

“And as someone who strides that path,” Mr. Yang finished, his voice warm and welcoming. “I’m sure that’s why you fit in so well.”

~~~

Dearest Brother,

It is with ever-increasing joy that I receive your letters. With every subsequent one, I grow more and more excited to read them, to learn all the little details of your life aboard the Astral Express and your journey into the future. When we parted on Penacony, I was so worried you would struggle alone if I was not at your side. I feared you would have no one to rely on in your struggles and no one to cheer with you in times of triumph. What a blessing it is to learn that all my worry was for nought!

I agree with your previous assessment of family, and that the Oak Family was not family the way I wish it could have been. But, when you wrote that you had found a place that accepted you as though you were one of their own, a place to call home, I knew I no longer needed to worry about you remaining lonely forever. While I hadn’t known the Nameless long, I’ve always had the impression they were truly good people. To hear you confirm that is a comfort, and nothing makes me happier than hearing they have welcomed you into the crew so warmly and thoroughly.

Although you repeatedly reiterate your wish for me have grander adventures than you, I must object. Brother, you have dared to carry the world on your shoulders in order for me to spread my wings and fly. It is only because of the sacrifices you have made that I was able to soar. To explore the world and have those grand adventures. It is now my turn to wish you are the one to find grand adventures. More than that, I wish you are able to find not only the answers you are looking for, but even more than you imagine. From what you’ve written, I’m convinced you are well on your way.

Lastly, don’t worry about stealing my luck from me; all my luck is all yours! I cannot wait to meet you once again in the sky. I want to see how large your wings have grown as you soar down your own path. I regret I cannot see it now, but I take heart knowing I will one day.

Until we meet again, I send all my love.

Your sister, Robin

~~~

“We’re going to have to tell them at some point,” Dan Heng commented, notebook in hand as he lounged in one of the chairs in the archive room.

Smirking, Stelle looked up from her phone, the soft sounds of a video game beeping from it. “That you finally caved to my proposal?”

He gave her a flat look. “Proposal insinuates a marriage.”

“That’s next. I just gotta wear you down enough.” She shot him an exaggerated wink along with a fingergun gesture.

Despite himself, he smiled. It was unfortunate that of all the women to have weaseled her way into his heart, it was this one. But on the other hand, he was flattered at how she was persistent enough to do so. While she could be considered pushy in some manner of speaking, she had taken the time to learn just how far she could do so without truly driving him away.

“Let’s take it slow, Stelle,” he muttered, turning back to his research tablet.

The video game music disappeared as Stelle put the game away. Next thing Dan Heng saw was her hands grabbing the armrests of his chair, and when he looked up, she was leaning over him in a way that demanded his full attention. “And if I don’t wanna?” she challenged.

It was all he could do to keep a straight face. His only indulgence to her question was quirked brow.

She pouted. “You’re no fun to tease anymore.”

“I know you too well.”

“Darn it,” she muttered. “Anyway. I don’t know why we’re stalling. Why can’t we just tell everyone?”

His cheeks grew warm. For her, it may be easy as that, but for him, he didn’t feel ready to admit to the inquisition—namely: March with a side of Himeko— what had happened between him and their resident Galactic Baseballer. “Give me a moment to wrap my head around it.”

With a sigh, she backed away, throwing her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll leave it to you.”

“By the way…” He stood from his seat and headed over to a terminal to correct an entry. “Don’t you have chore duty today?”

She pouted, grumbling.

“The sooner you go finish, the sooner you can return.”

She dramatically heaved a sigh. The next moment, Dan Heng felt her arms snake around his waist, her chin dropping on his shoulder. “Fine. But by the time I get back, you need to have figured out your presentation.”

He supposed he’d have to do it sooner or later. It was a fair deal. “Alright.”

Stelle gave him a squeeze before popping up on her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good. See you later.”

“See you—”

Both he and Stelle froze as their gaze happened to turn in the same direction: the archive doorway. The archive doorway that was not empty. The archive doorway that held the newest resident of the Astral Express crew.

Dan Heng’s stomach sank. So much for keeping it secret. “Uh…” Dan Heng cleared his throat. “We can explain.”

Instead, Sunday looked tired. He sighed, shaking his head. “I knew it.”

And before anyone could say another word, Sunday left the archives.

Stelle turned back to Dan Heng, flashing him a strained grin. “Cat’s out of the bag now. Or would it be ‘bird’s out of the cage’?”

Dan Heng groaned, hanging his head in embarrassment. That was not how he saw this going.

[the-scrapyard]

Heyy, what packs would you reccomend the most for the sims, like your favorite ones?

oh boy this is a long one, strap in. i like a lot of different packs for a lot of different reasons, so i added some notes!

expansions:

city living (apartments, neighbor system is fun) cats and dogs (self-explanatory + i LOVE brindleton bay) seasons!!! (calendar system + scouts + weather = love of my life) cottage living (henford-on-bagley is BEAUTIFUL and the gameplay is so nice if you prefer something slower but equally as chaotic) growing together (essential to my gameplay + stay overs alone are such a cool feature + san sequoia my goat) for rent (love the rental system i can't live without it but DO NOT GET IT until they fix the broken saves issue!) life and death (ravenwood is gorg, if you play with occults this is an incredible pack to add to your game) businesses and hobbies (you can make a business out of virtually anything. it's so sims 3 ambitions coded)

game packs:

outdoor retreat (i'm a big camping fan and i love sending my sims on vacations) dine out (i can't function without this one. the restaurants are so buggy but i love it regardless) parenthood!!! (again, essential to gameplay if you play with families!)

stuff packs:

spooky stuff (great if you want an add-on to seasons, otherwise it's just cute for makeshift seasonal decorating!) kids room (all the items in this pack are SO CUTE and i love the voidcritter battle station) laundry day (I LOVE DOING LAUNDRY + great if you like ur sims doing menial tasks) paranormal (incredible build/buy, the haunted house system is so cool, reminds me of ts3 supernatural so +10 points for that) home chef hustle (honestly not crazy good, but i do like the new appliances and the food stands)

kits:

bust the dust (vacuuming yay! the dust system is so cute) little campers (another children + toddler kit that comes with super cute objects. the dollhouse WILL be used in every build) everyday clutter (self-explanatory + i love clutter) bathroom clutter (again, self-explanatory. also i love clutter!) basements treasures (this kit calls to me from my pc like the green goblin mask + have i told you i love clutter) greenhouse haven (great if you like gardening + the windows and doors are so so so good if you like making screened in porches) grunge revival (great if your game is lacking darker, grungier clothes!) urban homage (SO good. has a mix of cultural items + classic pieces, the overalls + jerseys + basketball shorts go triple platinum in my game) party essentials (well it is called party ESSENTIALS... so if you plan events often this is the one for you) artist studio (love the objects that come with this one and it's very useful if you tend to have artistically inclined sims!) restoration workshop (just did a live overview of this + the two other kits that came out with it on youtube so if you want a closer look at the objects check it out!!! but i LOVE the little restore feature and the appliances and objects are so good for older homes + garages!) kitchen clutter (yet another clutter kit... can you guess what i'm gonna say) golden years (if you play with elders this kit is SO GOOD. even if you don't play with elders, a lot of the items are super versatile and work for sims of other ages!)

creator kits:

sweet slumber party (the items in this are so cute i would buy it 60 times over) cozy kitsch (myshunosun is one of my all-time favorite creators and this kit is so versatile) comfy gamer (simsie outdid herself because this kit is one of my all time favs. the objects speak to a very niche part of the gaming community i love them)

[tf-kinky]

Finn had always lived in the shadow of his older brother, Brock. At nineteen, Finn was a wiry, pale kid with a mop of greasy black hair and a knack for tinkering with tech. Brock, on the other hand, was a chiseled twenty-two-year-old jock, six-foot-three with biceps that strained every shirt he owned. He’d been the golden boy of their small town—star quarterback, prom king, the works. Finn? He was the weird one, the kid who’d rather debug code than throw a football. Brock never let him forget it, either. “Hey, Finn-tastic,” he’d jeer, ruffling Finn’s hair like he was still a toddler, “gonna build me a robot girlfriend since no real girl’s gonna look at you?”

Finn had taken it for years, swallowing the bitterness like a jagged pill. But last week, when Brock “borrowed” Finn’s laptop to stream a game and spilled beer all over it—ruining months of work—that was the final straw. Finn wasn’t just mad. He was done. He’d had enough of Brock’s smug grin, his effortless charm, his stupid, perfect life. Finn wanted something for himself, something Brock could never take away. And then he found the app.

It was buried deep in a dark web forum, a sketchy .apk file called “PermaMorph.” The description was cryptic: “Transform anything—or anyone—permanently. No takebacks.” Finn’s pulse raced as he downloaded it onto his cracked old phone, the kind Brock mocked him for not upgrading. The app’s interface was simple: a single text box to type the target’s name, a dropdown for the transformation, and a slider labeled “Sensory Amplification.” Finn didn’t hesitate. He typed “Brock” into the box, scrolled through the options—dog, toaster, chair—until he landed on “Tesla Cybertruck.” He’d been drooling over that angular, futuristic beast since it hit the market, but at $80,000, it was a pipe dream. Until now. For the sensory slider, he cranked it to max. If Brock was going to be a truck, Finn wanted him to feel every second of it. Then he hit “Execute.”

The change happened fast. Finn was in his basement room, hunched over his phone, when he heard a muffled yell from upstairs. He bolted to the living room, where Brock had been sprawled on the couch, midway through a protein shake. Now, Brock was frozen mid-sip, his body shimmering like a glitchy video game character. His skin turned metallic, his arms elongated into sharp, angular panels, and his legs fused into thick, rugged wheels. His face—oh, his stupid, handsome face—flattened into a sleek windshield, his eyes becoming headlights that flickered once before going dark. The protein shake clattered to the floor, splashing across the hardwood as Brock’s massive frame settled into the unmistakable shape of a Tesla Cybertruck. Silver, gleaming, and utterly lifeless.

Finn stood there, mouth agape, as the transformation finished. The room smelled faintly of ozone and burnt rubber. Where Brock had been lounging moments ago, a full-sized Cybertruck now took up half the living room, its front bumper nudging the coffee table. Finn reached out and tapped the hood. Cold. Solid. Real. He grinned.

But Brock wasn’t gone—not entirely. nside the inanimate shell, Brock’s mind was screaming. Every vibration of the floorboards as Finn paced around him felt like an earthquake. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen was a deafening roar. The faint breeze from the open window scraped across his metallic surface like sandpaper. He could feel it all—every scratch, every speck of dust, every shift in temperature—but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even blink those headlight eyes. He was trapped, a prisoner in a body that wasn’t his anymore, hyper-aware and helpless.

Finn didn’t know that part, and he didn’t care. He climbed into the driver’s seat, running his hands over the steering yoke. The interior smelled new, like leather and factory steel. “Hey, Brock,” he said, patting the dashboard. “Guess who’s useful now?” He turned the key—well, pressed the start button—and the truck purred to life, its electric motor rumbling softly. Finn laughed, a sharp, triumphant sound, and peeled out of the driveway, tires squealing as he left tire marks on the street.

For Finn, it was freedom. He cruised through town, windows down, basking in the stares of neighbors who couldn’t believe scrawny little Finn was rolling in a Cybertruck. He didn’t care that Mom would freak when she got home and found Brock missing. He’d figure out a story—Brock ran off with some girl, maybe. For now, this was his victory lap.

For Brock, it was hell. Every pothole Finn hit sent shockwaves through his frame, every honk from passing cars pierced his nonexistent ears, and every bug that splattered on his windshield felt like a personal violation. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t beg, couldn’t do anything but endure. Finn had his dream ride, and Brock was it—forever.

Hope you enjoyed the story! I was aided by Grok AI

[delilahcalicocat]

Reader is playing a game of truth or dare with some of the women in the locker room and she gets dared to prank Cody by pretending that Pharaoh is missing but really Pharaoh is in the women's locker room. Include a pissed off Cody and reader trying so hard not to laugh and give in 😀 oh and Pharaoh being a good boy

Cody Rhodes x reader fic please?

A/N: Yessss! I love this so much! Thank you for asking

☆~Don't Ever do that again!~☆

{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

Purple - Rhea Ripley

Green - Liv Morgan

Pink with Bold - Alexa Bliss

Orange - Becky Lynch

Blue - Pharaoh

While Cody was out fighting in a match, you were playing truth or dare with Alexa Bliss, Liv Morgan, Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch.

"Ok so truth or dare Liv" Alexa Asked

"Truth." Liv sighed

"Do you have a crush on someone." Alexa Spoke

"Yes. But I'm not telling you who." Liv said through Gritted Teeth.

"Ok my Turn!" Becky Chimed in.

"So, Rhea Truth or dare" Becky Asked

"Dare, I wanna see where this goes." Rhea said

"Ok, I dare you to go find Finn and say your leaving the Judgement Day for good later" Becky said

You on the other hand, while everyone dished out dares and truths, you were lost in petting Pharaoh.

"Y/N!" Rhea shouted which caught your attention

"Uhm yeah?" You spoke

"Truth or Dare?" Rhea Asked

"Dare...." You said curiously

"Alright, I dare you to go find Cody and tell him Pharaoh is missing. But then in the end, call Pharaoh and tell Cody it's all a prank" Rhea said

"Ok-" You said

"Wait are you actually about to do this Y/N?"

"I think she is!" "Oh My god-"

"Wow she's got a death wish-"

You went to walk out the door, and Pharaoh went to follow you. You turned around and looked at the dog.

"Pharaoh, Sit. I'll be back" You said offering a few head pats to the dog

"Pant" was all you got in response.

You walked out of the locker room and made a beeline for the curtain.

"Y/N what's wrong" Cody asked

"Have you seen Pharaoh!? He's not in the bus.." You said

"What- Pharaoh is fucking missing? Was the bus unlocked?!" Cody said

"When I went to go get him, he wasn't in the bus, the door didn't seem tampered with or anything.. It might've been unlocked..." You said

"It might be one of the other fucking wrestlers. Jey probably did it as a prank." Cody muttered angrily

For the next 16 minutes, Cody and you wandered the halls. Cody acting like a toddler when they don't get the toy they want. He was pissed that his dog was missing.

"Where the fuck could he be?!" Cody shouted

"I don't know hun, the worst thought in my head though is that he might have run off outside-" You said

"That's the worst thing possible Y/N!" Cody spat

"Hun, I know. I don't where Pharaoh could be though, but he wasn't in the bus..." You said through a stifled giggle

You both continued to look all over the arena.

Cody was a angry mess at that point

You tried not to give in to laughter for the hour you'd been helping Cody look for the big white dog

But you succumbed to the laughter bottled up in you.

"Codes, Calm down.." You said

"How am I supposed to!? My dog is missing!" Cody Said

You snapped you fingers "Pharaoh, Here boy!" The big white dog then walked out of the women's locker room panting as it ran towards you

You patted the pup on the head

"Good Boy Pharaoh!" You smiled

You then offered the dog a treat you had for after the whole prank

"Bark *Tail Wag*" the dog sat there waiting for you and Cody's next move

"Pharaoh's Ok?!" Cody asked confused

"I'm sorry Codes, Rhea dared me to prank you by saying Pharaoh was missing" You giggled

"Don't ever do that again Y/N!" Cody said with a sigh of relief as he pet the dog

[rbtpracticeexamus]

that feeling your child might be autistic: a field guide

it starts with a feeling, right?

that little "hmm" when you're watching them play. that question mark that hangs in the air after a playdate. you see a pattern, a different rhythm to their beat, but you can’t quite name it.

you're not crazy. you're observant.

this is for anyone who's ever fallen down a google rabbit hole at 2 am. this is your guide to turning "idk what's going on" into "ok, i see you, and i get it."

we're talking early signs, what milestones actually mean, and how to survive the whole diagnosis thing without losing your mind.

(for a more formal deep-dive, this great resource has u covered, but for now, let's just vibe.)!

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first things first: "wait and see" is bad advice

anyone who tells you "oh, they'll grow out of it" can go. we're in our "act early" era.

why? because a little kid's brain is basically soft clay. it's constantly learning and building pathways. this is called neuroplasticity and it's your superpower window.!

getting support early isn't about "fixing" them. it's about giving them the cheat codes to a world that wasn't built for their brain. it's about learning their language.

cracking the code: the signs

autism is a spectrum. it's not a checklist. but there are patterns. look for a collection of these things, not just one.

the baby & toddler vibe (0-24 months)

not super into eye contact

doesn't turn their head when you call their name (by ~9 months)

doesn't share their excitement with you (not pointing at a cool thing and then looking back at you like "omg did u see that?!")

not using gestures like waving or pointing by 12-16 months

repetitive movements, like flapping hands (stimming!), rocking, or spinning in circles

gets OBSESSED with parts of objects, like the wheels on a car, instead of the whole toy

extreme reactions to sounds, textures, or lights (hates the vacuum, won't touch grass, etc.)

the preschool era (2-5 years)

this is when the social stuff gets more complex, so the differences can get louder.

speech is delayed, or they talk in a unique way (like a little professor or using lines from tv)

echolalia: repeating what you say or lines from shows. this IS communication, just fyi.

talks at you about their intense interest (hi, dinosaurs) but doesn't really have a back-and-forth convo

takes everything you say literally. "it's raining cats and dogs" is genuinely confusing.

play looks different. lots of lining things up, sorting by color, or acting out the same scene over and over.

THE NEED FOR SAMENESS. routines are life. if you cut the toast the wrong way or drive a different way home, it can cause a full-blown meltdown. this is a big one.

sensory stuff gets bigger. they might be a seeker (craves crashing, spinning, deep hugs) or an avoider (hates loud noises, tags on clothes, crowded places).

milestones are a vibe check, not a final grade

milestones are just a general map of what most kids are doing by a certain age. they are not a weapon to make you feel bad.

their only job is to help you see a pattern. if your kid is consistently missing milestones in one area (like social stuff), it gives you something specific to talk to a doctor about. it’s data for your case file.

no need for a huge chart. just know that if you're looking at the CDC's milestone app and you're checking "not yet" for a bunch of social and communication things, it's a sign to act.

ur detective kit: how to get ppl to listen

you have a gut feeling. here's how to turn it into undeniable evidence.

the notes app is ur bff. write down specific examples. not "he's difficult." but "tuesday: screamed for 15 mins at the park when i said it was time to go."

take videos. a 20-second clip of your kid stimming or not responding to their name is worth more than an hour of you trying to explain it.

trust your gut. i'm saying it again. louder this time. you know your child. if someone dismisses you, that's a them problem. find someone who listens.

the diagnosis journey: a mood board

it can be a whole thing. here's the short version.

step 1: the doc. you go to your pediatrician with your notes and videos. you say, "i have concerns. i want a referral for a developmental evaluation." be polite, but firm.

step 2: the wait. you get a referral to a specialist. the waitlist is probably a million years long. this is normal, and it sucks.![alt text]()

what to do while you wait: get on multiple lists. call your state's early intervention program (under 3) or your local school district (3+). they can often do evals for free without a doctor's referral.

step 3: the eval. it's a long appointment. they'll talk to you for ages. they'll play with your kid. they'll use official tools like the ADOS-2, which is basically a structured play session to see how your kid's social brain works.

step 4: the report. you get the results. maybe it's autism, maybe it's something else. you get a big packet that explains everything. this packet is now your key to getting services and support in school.

getting the diagnosis can feel... a lot. it can be relief and grief and fear all at once. let yourself feel it all. this isn't an end point. it's a new beginning with a better map.

life after the label

the diagnosis doesn't change who your kid is. it just gives you a better understanding of their operating system.

find ur people. seriously. find other parents of autistic kids online or irl. they get it. they will be your lifeline.

embrace neurodiversity. autism isn't a tragedy. it's a different way of being human. autistic people have insane strengths: deep focus, honesty, loyalty, creativity, a unique view of the world.

your job is to help them with the hard stuff while celebrating the cool stuff that makes them, them.

you got this.!

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reblog and add your experiences or advice. let's make this a resource for people who are in that confusing "i think my kid might be autistic" stage. you're not alone.