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For the Mac-n-Cheese shop!

White Cheddar + 🎮

(White cheddar is actually my favorite so 🥰)

Did I... did I just write fluff about cheating?! 😂

Cheat Codes Pairing: Mac (Warfare) x Not-So-Single-Mom!Reader Summary: Mac discovers that two of his favorite people are not above using cheat codes. Ingredients: white cheddar (fluff), video games (🎮) Words: 600ish

Weekends are for rest and recovery.

Especially when you've had a week like this one. Travis had a big test and a presentation in front of the whole class. You had multiple meetings that could've been emails. Mac had a physically demanding week, and came to you more exhausted than usual.

You were all so happy about the prospect of a quiet Friday night at home. You ordered a pizza. Watched a movie. All of you went to bed at the same time as the ten-year-old. It was a long week, okay?

Late Saturday morning, when Travis came into the bedroom and demanded asked politely for bacon, you made brunch. The dishes went in the sink "to soak" while everyone retreated to the living room.

Mac took his usual place on the couch. Travis settled into his beanbag chair. You sat beside Mac with a book, happy to zone in and out of listening to their game-related banter in between chapters.

When your ass grows numb and you find a good stopping point, you set the book aside. Mac is so into the game he's playing with Travis, he doesn't even react when you stretch your legs across his lap. He just lifts his controller and rests his forearms on your shins.

He stares at the screen with absolute concentration, eyes unblinking and tongue poking out of his mouth just a little. Travis appears to be half-asleep and still kicking his ass in some sort of race with fancy cars.

"Come on!" Mac scoffs when Travis crosses the finish line ahead of him yet again.

"What was that, four in a row?" Travis asks, leaning his head back to grin at Mac upside-down. He looks like a little gremlin.

Mac drops the controller and rubs his eyes.

"One more," he says, picking it back up. "One more, and I'm done."

"One more, and you'll admit that I'm the best?"

"One more, and I'm gonna kick your a-- butt," Mac huffs.

"Mom, he's threatening me," Travis grins. "Get him."

"Mom," Mac cuts in, pointing at Travis. "He's cheating. I'm sure of it."

"Travis, are you cheating?"

"Would I do that?" he asks innocently, placing an offended hand over his little heart.

"That is a genuine possibility," you inform Mac. Your child is absolutely not above searching online and memorizing cheat codes. (Important dates in history, however…)

"Alright," Mac growls. "One more time. Let's go."

Travis cackles and starts the race again, and they're off.

Mac leans forward, giving this race all of his concentration. Travis easily slides into first place during the second lap, and stays there.

When Travis starts his final lap, you decide to do a little cheating of your own.

"You guys are both doing so great," you remark. They don't respond. "I'm really impressed." Silence. "In fact, I'm so impressed with your racing skills, I think I'm gonna give the winner a kiss."

Mac's brow furrows a little, wondering what you're up to, but he doesn't take his eyes off the screen.

"A big, wet kiss," you clarify. "Right on the mouth."

Travis's controller hits the floor, and his hands shoot into the air.

"You win."

You cackle. Travis's car hits a wall, leaving Mac to cross the finish line in first place… for the first time in the hours since they started playing. Travis turns to you with a glare.

"You cheated."

"Am I the only one?" you ask.

The child glowers.

"Let this be a lesson to you," you laugh.

"Yeah, hi, excuse me," Mac says, poking you in the leg. "I believe there was talk of a big wet kiss for the winner? And since that's ME--"

You cut him off with his prize.

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"you can use ai to improve spelling and grammar"

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Meanwhile in the Upside Down, two beat-up metalheads are bonding.

Based off of this post by @mungroveistheship

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The Mac and Cheese Shop is currently taking orders.

(The emoji is the prompt. It's like the emoji event I did, except you get to pick the genre instead of the boy. 'Cause the boy is Mac. Or maybe Tindle, if I measure wrong and accidentally make it too cheesy. 😉)

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You know I have to ask for medium cheddar with 🥸

Oh, Tindle. What are we going to do to you with you next?

A Twitch in the Affirmative Pairing: Tindle Builderback x You Summary: Tables are turned for an exclusive interview. Ingredients: medium cheddar (smut), Tindle Builderback (🥸) Words: 600ish

Revenge is a dish that is best served… hard.

And that's exactly what the man who thinks he can get out of anything by slipping into his Tindle Builderback persona is right now.

You'd kissed him sweetly. Lured him into the bedroom. Stripped him lovingly. Tied his limbs to the bedposts carefully. The man is in heaven, laid back and spread wide, throbbing and leaking and waiting for you to rock his world like it's never been rocked before.

Unfortunately for him, you have other plans.

"Be right back," you wink.

He whines with need as you exit the bedroom and pull on his Tindle jacket over the lingerie that helped get him going earlier tonight. You put on his reading glasses and attach his stupid fucking mustache that still smells like Doritos.

When you walk back into the bedroom, his jaw drops.

In a horrified kind of way.

"Excuse me, sir, I have some questions for you."

"What the fuck?!"

You bite back a laugh and crawl onto the bed, between his legs, as sexily as a person can crawl while wearing a heavy leather coat. His cock doesn't seem to mind. So you grab it and give the head a little tap. His hips buck, and he squawks in surprise.

"Is this thing on?" you ask, leaning down and directing your question at his leaking head.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Conducting an interview," you explain patiently. "Please only speak when spoken to, sir, you'll interfere with my audio recording."

"Interfere with your--" he scoffs. "Let me up!"

"Shh," you order, lifting your head to give him a glare. "Little Tindle, I have some questions for you. Twitch once if you're willing to answer them at this time."

He growls, but Little Tindle gives you a twitch in the affirmative.

"Thank you," you grin, making yourself comfortable between his spread legs. "Little Tindle, I have to ask... how many times has Big Tindle beaten you today?"

"I'm gonna beat you if you don't let me up," he growls, tugging at his restraints.

"Sir, please," you look up at him and sigh with exasperation. "What's that, Little Tindle? You were beaten multiple times today? Were you a naughty Little Tindle?"

A twitch.

"Oh? You were? How naughty were you?"

"I can't believe this is fucking happening," he groans, banging his head back into the pillow. "Fucking psychopath."

"Um, excuse me, sir," you scoff, pushing up on your hands to glare at him from above. "YOU started this shit. YOU are not the only one who can go off the rails and become someone else at inopportune times."

"You're not Tindle Builderback!" he shouts.

"My credentials say otherwise." You jokingly grab at your crotch, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this evening is turning out.

"You don't have the balls to be Tindle!"

"Oh?" you ask, reaching between his legs and giving his a light squeeze. "You mean these?"

"Fuck," he breathes, sinking into the bed and weakening at your touch.

A pearly bead escapes from his tip.

"Did you just spit at me, Little Tindle?" you ask seriously.

He whimpers.

"No wonder you get beat several times a day," you smirk, gently stroking his balls with your thumb. He pants, chest heaving and thighs quivering, trying his best not to squirm. "That was very rude, Little Tindle. I think I'm going to have to beat you, too."

You release his balls and let your hand drift upward, circling his shaft.

"Baby, please," he begs.

"Sir, this is between me and Little Tindle, and I must ask you to kindly shut the fuck up."

He groans and smacks his head against the pillow again.

Unfortunately for him, you're just getting started.

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A little metalhead primping

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I think it must've been some others included as well because I'm sure my one anon comment wouldn't fill any inbox, but anyways, I apologize if my comment bothered you, truly. I never thought disliking a character that was meant to be disliked would be so taboo

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part of me would love for eddie to be alive but mostly i feel like death is the only safe place for him like what if the duffer brothers make him do some dumb ass shit he would never do

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Patron me to create a Stranger things slice of life comic

Also black and white

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How would you best describe your OC’s aesthetic(s)?

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So expressive 😍

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Great news! Just started writing a new series for a character nobody cares about, played by an actor with a fanbase of five, in a franchise I hate, with no romance in sight! What's not to love?