#'you know i'm allergic to those sweetie'

[aka-indulgence]

I want Nightmare Sans to sit on his throne

Nd then you're on his lap but laying down sideways

So your head is on one armrest and your legs are over the other

And he's reading a book with grandpa glasses and you're also reading a book/on your phone/playing games

Just... domestic situations with the king of nightmares.........

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part Eight

Camila sat at the family computer, with Vee sitting at the other end of the room, observing her.

"Bass...Ill...Isk," Camila muttered as she typed it into a search engine. "Hm, did you mean 'Basilisk,' sweetie?"

Vee responded with a short nod. Camila clicked the "Did you mean" button and got a more accurate list of results.

"Of course the first thing that pops up is Harry Potter," Camila groaned. "This might take a minute, Vee. Here."

She opens a drawer and pulls out some crayons. Then, moving to the printer, Camila takes out some paper. It made Vee curious of what she was going to do, and then Camila slowly walked over to hand the paper and crayons to Vee.

"You might want to color for a while."

"Color...?" Vee asked.

"Yeah, it's what I have Luz do when I need the computer for important reasons. Helps to keep her entertained and use that creative mind of hers right. Watch."

Camila demonstrated by drawing a little squiggle on the paper with a blue crayon and then handed it to Vee to take a turn. Vee sniffed the crayon a bit, took it, and tried making a squiggle of her own. Satisfied with this perfectly planned parental distraction, Camila went back to sit at the computer to continue her research. She scrolled past the Harry Potter wiki and went straight for the wiki about basilisks.

"'Legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king...who causes death to those who look into its eyes?'" she read. Camila turned to Vee, who looked up from her coloring to make eye-contact. "Well, I'm not dead, so that's not accurate. Are you sure you're a basilisk?"

Vee nodded again. "It's...what they called me."

"You said that before. Who's they?"

"Men...In robes...And big noses..."

Camila hums in thought and then got an idea when she looked at the crayon in Vee's hand. "Could you draw what they look like?"

Vee looked at the other crayons Camila gave her as well as the few sheets of paper she had left. She grabbed the paper, the crayons, and started drawing the best as she could. As for Camila, she turned back to the computer.

"Let's see..." She scrolls through the rest of the article. "Can leave a venomous trail--Hope that's not true...Lots of stuff about kings...Weakness is the smell of the weasel? I can't tell if some of this is true or people are making things up for the heck of it."

After some more time scrolling, Camila feels a tug at her pant leg. Glancing downward, she noticed Vee holding up a paper she drew on.

"The men," she said. And to Camila, it looked like...nothing. It was a bunch of squiggles of different colors, mostly black, dark blue, and light blue. And a bit of red in some spots.

"I...don't think any of this is accurate," Camila told her, which got Vee to pout a little. "But it's fine. You're a baby who likely never drew before. Nothing you can't handle without a little more practice."

Vee sniffed. "Not baby...Bas-ill-isk..."

"Whatever you are, it looks like only you know the answers to it." Camila sighed. "All the internet seems to have are fantasy stories or weird facts that do not line up with what I've seen of you. Unless you are allergic to weasels or something."

"What's a weasel?"

"It's, uh, well..." Camila did another web search and then lifted Vee up to sit in her lap. On the computer screen was a picture of a weasel. "It's a type of mammal. A lot like a ferret, in fact?"

"Ferret?"

"Yeah." Camila did another web search to pull up a picture of a ferret. "Like I said, the same thing. And while some might call them rodents, that's a whole different family together. You see..."

Camila did a lot of other web searches, showing Vee a vast array of animals and all the fun facts that Camila knew about them. All while Vee just sat, her eyes shiny and astonished to see this new, wide world in front of her.

[scribbleswithsaro]

𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬. a collection of lines from the 2003 movie Uptown Girls.

❛ Some fairy tales are true. ❜

❛ I’ve alerted the management company about this. ❜

❛ You did this to me on purpose. ❜

❛ You’re my best friend in the whole entire universe, how could you possibly think a thing like this? ❜

❛ There you are, sweetie. ❜

❛ You know, you can get botox injections for that forehead wrinkle. ❜

❛ Hey, you want to pick up bacterial meningitis or polio, you be my guest. ❜

❛ Listen, I didn’t mean to – uhh... ❜

❛ You always do this. When are you gonna grow up? ❜

❛ This is like a world gone mad. Like I’ve stepped through the looking-glass or something. ❜

❛ I need my shirt back. ❜

❛ This place is beyond its normal grotesque. It’s post-nuclear. ❜

❛ I can’t believe you did this to me after all the strings I pulled. ❜

❛ I know that I’m an undeserving creep, but can we please talk about it over lunch?❜

❛ Fine, see if I care! I’ll live off of water and sunshine. ❜

❛ I actually am uniquely qualified for this position, having spent so many years developing my skills as a people person.

❛ What is this, The Shining? ❜

❛ How cool is this? Look at this little tea set! Look at these cute little scones! ❜

❛ Hey - hey. You don't touch that unless I happen to invite you to tea. ❜

❛ Ugh! You just got your germy drool all over my plastic scone, you freako! ❜

❛ You missed a spot. ❜

❛ Why don't you get your little plastic baggie out and dig up some penicillin? ❜

❛ When you work for me, you leave when I say you can leave. ❜

❛ For your information, I do not work for you. I am employed by your mother. ❜

❛ Swinging door. ❜

❛ Baby, what are you doing outside all by yourself? ❜

❛ I know this is a big change for you, but it'll feel like home in no time at all. ❜

❛I can't believe those creeps would throw a destitute woman out onto the street.❜

❛ Chivalry is so dead. ❜

❛ You can't keep all this stuff. ❜

❛ You sure looked great out there. ❜

❛ I just... you know. Yelling at you the other day and all..? I'm sorry. ❜

❛ What are you doing here? ❜

❛ You're on probation. ❜

❛ Act your age, not your shoe size. ❜

❛ Don't you ever do that to me again. ❜

❛ You're hurting me. ❜

❛ You hurt me. Take it back. ❜

❛ I really hate surprises. ❜

❛ My glands are swollen. I'm having an allergic reaction. My immune system is crashing. ❜

❛ You know you had fun. ❜

❛ It must be hard getting rid of all this neat stuff, huh? ❜

❛ Can I have just five more minutes, please? ❜

❛ God, you're pathetic. ❜

❛ That's kinda harsh. ❜

❛ It's a harsh world. ❜

❛ Could you please help me? This is starting to hurt. ❜

❛ There is never, ever an excuse for hitting another person. ❜

❛ We need to talk. ❜

❛ Those are the four most hateful words in the English language. ❜

❛ Why are you buttering my plastic scone? ❜

❛ I invited you to afternoon tea. The least you could do is be polite. ❜

❛ Are you still moping over that disgusting guy? ❜

❛ Other people always let you down. Why don't you forget them and do something for yourself? ❜

❛ Maybe some of us aren't good at anything. ❜

❛ Every grownup is good at something. ❜

❛ What's so great about being a grownup, anyway? ❜

❛ You're scared. ❜

❛ If you refuse to have a nice time with me, I'm going to have fun by myself. ❜

❛ What is with this music, anyway? ❜

❛ You know, I thought that maybe - just maybe, you'd remember we had plans tonight. ❜

❛ If I never have a drop of tea again, it would be too soon. ❜

❛ Please, go without me. ❜

❛ Is that what you think of our friendship? ❜

❛ Thank you for taking me in like this. ❜

❛ Well, look at this. Perfect 98.6. Only twenty degrees above the temperature of the beautiful day awaiting us outside. ❜

❛ I'm not going anywhere. Especially with you. ❜

❛ We're going to sit in giant tea cups and spin round and round in circles until we puke. ❜

❛ I can't believe I let you talk me into this. ❜

❛ Haven't you ever been to an amusement park? Ever? ❜

❛ Why is it so dead around here? ❜

❛ Let's go home. ❜

❛ You're lucky that you were mad. See, when you're mad, you don't miss people. And if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all. ❜

❛ I wasn't mad, [Name]. I was confused. ❜

❛ You were right, [Name]. I am scared. But you're scared, too. You're as scared as I am. ❜

❛ That water's contaminated, you know. ❜

❛ If you don't get out of there, I'll call the police. ❜

❛ A hundred and one degrees. Sick as a dog. ❜

❛ You better hope you don't get radiation poisoning from that toxic pond scum. ❜

❛ Take two echinacea and a Benadryl for your sinuses. Call me if you need anything else.❜

❛ You're the doctor. ❜

❛ I can't think of what to say. ❜

❛ When I'm not ready, you hunt me down. When I try and make it work, you're not interested. ❜

❛ All you do is take, and I've got nothing for you right now, so... maybe it's a good time to start thinking about someone other than yourself.. ❜

❛ This is everything that he's left behind in the whole world. ❜

❛ Grownups never stay friends with kids. ❜

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Whumpmas in July 2024 - Day 8 - Describe your favorite type of whumper

This post is part of my participation in the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

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There are so many great whumper types, but I've gotta go with creepy and intimate whumpers. There's something about them that makes me shudder and get whumperflies hardcore, especially when they seem one step ahead with their plans and are full of confidence that they have their whumpees under control. Some of these dudes can be the most evil and devious whumpers around.

Some creepy/intimate whumper things that I love:

Pet names for their whumpees. "Sweetie", "Dear", "Love", "Pet"... Anything that shows that the whumpee is their property or that they're affectionate toward them in some way

Touching and intimacy, whether the whumpee wants it or not. Gently stroking a whumpee's cheek, kissing, hugging, cuddling, running fingers through whumpee's hair, tilting their chin up up look at them, rubbing their hands over the whumpee's back... I love itttttt. Violence and hard hits can be fun, but when a whumper can make their whumpee fall to pieces with a gentle touch... OOOH~ <3

Caretaking. Maybe the whumpee is crying and the whumper is trying to comfort them, or maybe the whumper is simply giving whumpee food. It's the little moments of sweetness and care that help flavor these whumpers so well. Are they gentle and genuine, or are they mocking and belittling?

Affirmations of love. "You're beautiful like this", "I'm so happy that you're mine." "You're safe." "Shhh, shhh. It's okay." These are lines that would be wonderful coming from a caretaker or loved one, but whumper is the one saying them, putting a whole different twist and meaning to the words.

Threats. When things go south and the doting whumper threatens whumpee in some way. Is the threat personal? Do they say they'll harm someone important to whumpee? Do they know the little ways to get to whumpee? Are they so in tune with who whumpee is that the punishment they think up is something that will really shatter them on a deep level? What do they know, and how will they use that knowledge to harm?

Their pleasure, not whumpee's. They keep going when the whumpee begs for them to stop. They say things like "This is for your own good", and maybe in their own sick twisted way they actually believe it. They want what they want, and nothing will stop them. Maybe they even enjoy their harm more when whumpee is protesting.

Proof that they know their whumpees. It's the whumpee's birthday and whumper gets them exactly what they'd want, but it feels wrong coming from whumper. They're out at a restaurant and whumper stops whumpee from ordering something because they know that the dish contains an ingredient that whumpee is allergic to (alternatively, they DO let the whumpee order it just so they'll suffer later). Any time that a whumper knows a whumpee just as well as (if not better than) they know themselves, that's the good stuff.

Confidence. When the whumpers are so sure that they have things under their complete control that they feel comfortable enough to mess with the whumpee in the first place. It's the "No one will save you"s and the "You're all mine now"s that get me.

What creepy/intimate whumper tropes did I miss? Are there any on this list that you particularly enjoy? There sure are some vile villains and characters out there that are creepy whumpers, but I can't help but be fascinated by them. Gotta love those whumperflies!

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Tags: @whumpmasinjuly-archive

[livingfictional]

Hiya!!!

I just stumbled upon your blog, and you're match ups, I really like your content! :D I saw that your requests are open, and I thought I might as well request one! ^^

I would like to request a match up for COD and The Arcana. I am 19, female, and use she/they pronouns. I am also Pansexual (I don't have any gender preferences, we just gotta vibe and all is well✨️).

I really love listening to music and singing, I'm also an avid reader and have recently started down my path with practising witchcraft. I am not sure if this qualifies as a hobby, but I also enjoy taking my motorcycle out for a ride across the country whenever I have time (and money for gas 🥲). I do not do well in crowds or around loud and mentally draining people. Neither do I enjoy cooking because it, for some odd reason, drains me incredibly, baking on the other hand I enjoy thoroughly!

I speak English, German and Italian. My father is from Scotland🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 and my mother from Austria🇦🇹, I have an equally good connection with both sides of my relatives even though I am more in tune with my Austria side due to the fact that I grew up there.

I'm an INFP, I wouldn't call myself shy or skittish but I do struggle to build up relationships because of trust issues and fear of betrayal. I prefer a small circle of people around me, mostly calm and like minded people that know how to get me out of my shell. I'm also a big fan of animals and especially fond of dogs and cats (even though I'm allergic lol).

I hope that was enough info for a match-up! Have a wonderful day/night, Lily!✨️💜

Sorry you had to wait so long, thank you for your patience 🩵

I match you up with... Asra!

I genuinely think Asra would be the best choice for you.

Lazy mornings in the back of the shop. A mess of limbs tangled into the blankets as you slowly flip through the pages of your book.

Asra just lays there, watching your focused expression with a content smile. He could stare at you for hours. The shop won't run itself, though. Unfortunately.

He'll happily support your witchcraft journey, helping whenever possible. He grabs any and every book he thinks you might like.

Asra is one of the least draining people to be around, his company is always pleasurable. The atmosphere never feels heavy, and he can make the converation flow for hours on end. It always feels so natural and nice to be around him.

Might as well mention Faust, who fell in love with you just as Asra did. You can often find her perched up on your shoulders as you go about your day.

I match you up with... Soap!

Not an avid reader, doesn't always know what books to buy you. Just ask! He would buy the whole bookstore for you.

Johnny wants to spoil you, okay? He can be gone for long periods of time, and your books are the only thing keeping you company on cold winter evenings. So in his mind they are perfect gifts for you, might as well, with some help, get you one of those gift baskets with a fuzzy pair of socks, a blanket, some candy and books.

Before he has to leave, he will also take your bike and fill it up for you. Can't afford gas? Well, he can. Go for your ride sweetie :3

Slow evenings with him after he comes back from being deployed are the best. You guys are full after getting takeout from your favorite place, you've got a fire going in the fireplace and a random movie is playing on TV.

To be fair, you are not paying attention to it at all. You're brushing your fingers through his dark hair as he goes on about anything and everything.

Just as with Asra, conversations with Johnny are so natural to you, nothing ever feels forced. You guys can talk for hours and not get bored.

He can be more on the hyper side, but next to you, he can truly unwind. He will lie on top of you, placing his head over your heart.

[idyat]

Hey, if you're still up for it, would you mind making some Skinner M.D. content please?

(Though any art and/or writing made of the Arena crew is a blessing.)

I hope an x reader is okay with you (although I may draw some arena content later)

Bakery Infirmary (Skinner M.D x reader)

Warnings: Food

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5:37pm, you were walking to the infirmary in no rush, as your daily raids and thefts and street fights left you unscathed for today. No, you were just going to get a health check-up and take the opportunity to see your big lover. Alongside all the other daily, sometimes hourly opportunities you take to see him. But come on, who wouldn't want to kiss their warm doctor g03lem boyfriend first thing in the morning?

You were already smiling from the thought as you opened the door to the medbay, peeking your head through to make sure you weren't interrupting anything.

"Hey sweetie, I'm here!"

Skinner whips away from whatever work was absorbing him enough to not notice you, but his surprised look quickly switched to joy as he realizes who's speaking.

"Oh! Hunny bunny!"

He gleefully says as he walks towards you to cup your cheeks and plant a masked kiss on your forehead.

"Hey hey there big guy!"

You hold and carress his huge hands with your own, giving him that grin he loves oh so much.

You then sat down on the consultation chair, having done this enough to know almost exactly how it goes every time. You probably wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for Skinner to be honest, the man cares a lot about other's health, and that worry is only amplified when it's about his own lover.

"So how's everything? No big injuries, no sickness, no seemingly random nauseas or faintings or anything similar?"

He asks as he pulls out a notepad and sits in front of you.

"Nope. Not sure why you're asking though, since you'd immediately know about anything like this."

"Just in case. The people here always underestimate their wounds."

His eyebrows furrow a little when saying that. Watching people ignore injuries that could potentially be harmful in the long run, would feel for a medical professional like watching a toddler think they can fit the big square in the small round hole.

You two continue with the check-up, Skinner definitely not missing the opportunity to give you little kisses and other physical affections for pulse and pressure tests, until eventually the tests are finished and you can leave (not sure if you really wanted to, but whatever).

But on your way out, you notice something. The jar right next to the door, usually filled with sweets, some of them baked by the medic himself, was empty.

"Hey, has that been empty for long?"

You turn back to him, pointing the jar.

"Ah, no actually. It just ran out yesterday. I was planning to bake some cookies for it tonight."

"Could I help you with it?"

You both light up at the idea.

"Of course! I'll see you at 9pm sweetie! Toodles! *kiss kiss*"

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9pm exactly, you walk with your lover to Chef Pava's kitchen. Although it's mostly just a hideout for black market merchandise, it does have enough actual food to cook somewhat edible stuff for the gang. Even if you recall having found some bits of plastic, metal or blood in your food sometimes.

"I've already got a dough freezing in the fridge! Helps make the cookies tastier!"

"Where'd you even get all those ingredients? Last I recall, Chef got all of this from shady contacts."

"Oh I have my ways..."

You take out all the ingredients and start cooking, making some new dough in case the one Skinner had saved wouldn't be enough, filling one batch with raisins instead of chocolate chips for that one guy who was allergic, and taking the intimate occasion to be disgustingly sweet with your big boyfriend. Seriously, it was sweeter between you two than in the sugar you used.

"Alright, now we just need to bake. Did you preheat the ov-"

When you turn your head to look at Skinner, you are interrupted by a dallop of batter being smoshed on your face.

"Boop. Hehehe."

You can't help but smile at his playful giggles. God you love this man so much.

"Are you gonna kiss it off at least?"

You ask with a raised brow, pulling gently at his mask. He swiftly reveals his face and consumes the cookie dough off your face, although it was more like biting and licking it off. G03lems don't have many lips.

Of course you kiss him back while laughing and grinning like an idiot until he hugs you back. Cue you two cuddling and cooing over eachother for several minutes, only remembering the cookies when you almost knock the bowl over in your affectionate haze.

"Ah, right. Did you preheat the oven?"

"Oh...uh...did you?"

"Yeah, I did."

Skinner sighs in relief before you two throw the trays in the oven.

"Aaaand there! Now we just wait."

You lean back onto the wall, crossing your arms as your sweetheart walks over to you.

"Are the candies out too or just the cookies?"

"All out. The people here have quite the sweet tooth."

"Heh, it's one of the tastiest things you can get here. I'll try to pick up some sweets next time I go run errands, how about that?"

"Perfect!"

You feel yourself be pulled to a soft and warm torso, Skinner's arms doing good work of gently wrapping around your form.

"I love you."

You bring a hand up to his face, carressing it as you place more kisses over his hands.

"I love you mooore~"

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I'm so sorry that this ended up so short

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: *snoring*..mmmmm uh fuck....hello..*sniff*.... yeah....maki-mahi.. what is it? What's up?..... Yeah yeah he has the job he can come in Tuesday or whatever..... Yeah no you can go home *yawn* I don't feel like opening the store today something's come up. No, everything is fine. I'm fine. Just something has come up recently. Don't worry about it......ok bye

Ikkan: *yawn* so he has the job?

Neta: yeah

Ikkan: and you're going to be nice?

Neta: ..........as nice as I can be...... hehehehe Mommy and daddy took away his money hahaha *sigh* I love it

Ikkan: yeah. He's going to be a part of normal everyday society for a little while that's good I think he needs this.

Neta: you think ?

Ikkan: last winterfest he gave me an eight carat tennis bracelet and all I gave him coffee table

Neta: why a coffee table?

Ikkan: it came with the record player and it had a little shelf where you can store vinyls. It was like $300, the bracelet he gave me was more than my first car.

Neta: Cod..............how long are you staying?

Ikkan: I think I missed the train to the airport.... honestly I wanted to stay for another night anyway

Neta: that's good I missed waking up next to you

Ikkan: mmmmm you're sweet....you want to go to fishies get some breakfast or something?

Neta: yeah let me check my sugar and I'll head out.... Cirrina. Morning crab cakes.

Cirrina: what is it dad

Neta: going out to get something to eat. You want me to get you a shrimp scramble and maybe some warm tea. You said you were still cramping you want me to get you something?

Cirrina:ugh......Cod dad.....No! I don't want anything. I'm going back to bed.

Neta: ok.... wanted to see if you're doing ok. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you crab cakes

Cirrina: Wait! Can you give me extra lemon for the tea and no ketchup on the scramble

Neta: ok baby

(car ride)

Neta:...........

Ikkan:.........

Neta: so how are things?

Ikkan: it's fine. Diss-pair is on a break, college is good. I'm getting into pottery, I'm now allergic to citrus so is noji now apparently

Neta: I always forget you two are related

Ikkan: yeah, we're the definition of fraternal.... I got offered a job at a school as a teacher for mollusk academy private school. They said after I graduate I can get the job.

Neta: babe that's amazing! You're gonna say yes right please tell me you're going to say yes.

Ikkan: I don't know....it's one of those fancy school..... I'm not really good with kids... What if they don't like me?

Neta: those kids are going to fucking love you babe. I think you should take it. Where is it anyway?

Ikkan: It's in the next city over by Inkopolis

Neta: Cephal City?

Ikkan: yeah

Neta: I think you should take the offer... I really do what kind they want you to do be a band director ?

Ikkan: music teacher....so mostly orchestra. With Warabi working now this could be a nice career change.

Neta: yeeesssss..... Besides it doesn't mean diss-pair has to end.

Ikkan: yeah. You're right....how are things with you?

Neta: it's been great.... The stores doing amazing. My store was featured in a magazine as one of the top 10 stores right under Toni kensa outlet

Ikkan: that's really good to hear!?..... And cirrina? How is she been? She was really quiet when I came over

Neta: she's........... She's 13 now......*sigh* She's growing, developing and maturing......you know....

Ikkan: oh....I get what you're saying.

Neta: she's not my baby girl anymore and I don't know what to do. It just feels like I'm either doing too much or not enough for her.

Ikkan: you doing enough babe you're there for her and you're doing your best to support her

Neta: It just feels like she's pushing me away. I used to be her favorite person. Every time I come home she'd run to my arms. Now I'm lucky if she looks at me.

Ikkan: sweetie, she loves you. She's just trying to find her independence and where she fits in this world and that comes with some boundaries challenging authority. You can't take them personally. She still loves you. She's just going through a lot at that age..... I remember I used to be like that.... Except with crippling gender dysphoria .............but other than that I understand what it's like. This rebellion will soon fizz away and she'll be back to normal. Maybe just sit down and talk to her and ask her how she's feeling from time to time. Maybe that's all she needs at the moment

Neta: I'll try. Maybe start with her behavior in school. Her grades are amazing. Straight A's and everything better than me!! But she's also getting in trouble and I caught her skipping school a lot like I ground her but she goes back to doing it after the punishment is over

Ikkan: maybe she's not challenged enough. Maybe put her in another school if this one isn't working out. She's still playing the cello?

Neta: yeah! She's really good...........You're a good teacher

Ikkan: hehehe.....,*sigh* maybe enroll her in mollusk academy.

Neta:....that's something else I need to think about......... unless.......I've been thinking of expanding the store.

Ikkan: it's already big

Neta: ha! no. I mean I'm thinking of opening another store. You know the arowana mall? they're moving the Rockenberg store to the back and they have a space open..... they offered it to me it's a two story space they left the lounge upstairs with self-serve coffee place

Ikkan: that sounds really cool.....arowana mall is 20 minutes away from cephal city...............

Neta: ..........................yeah it is...... huh-

Ikkan: I graduate in 2 years and mollusk academy is a high school she'll be in high school by then. How long will it take for your store to be built?

Neta: 3 years at best......... But I'll have to move and I'll have to find someone to run my other store

Ikkan: mahi! They're your longest employees? Have them run the store how old are they?

Neta:Mahi? They're 24.

Ikkan: by the time your other store opens they'll be 27, perfect age they can run the store by themselves. Now with Warabi working there they'll have some help

Neta: yeah that sounds like a solid plan. Sooooo what is this? what are we doing? What's going on?

Ikkan: I don't know but we have at least 3 years to figure it out. That's plenty of time.

Neta: *sigh*............... I hope so

Epilogue at

Warabi: so what he say?

Mahi: He told me you got the job

Warabi: That's it. he didn't say anything else? there's no catch or anything. Didn't you say no the first time.

Mahi: He actually said 'hell no' but yeah he did say no the first time. I don't know what convinced him

Warabi: hm... Maybe he just had a change of heart and just-................ Oh my cod..........

Mahi: what? what's wrong?

Warabi: shhhhhjj be quiet. Don't turn around hehehe

Warabi: let me call him............ Hey ikkan. Where are you?..... Oh you're at home?....in splattsville...... that's funny because I see someone standing in line at fishies. Looks exactly like you and he's with your ex. That couldn't be You could it?.................. Your silence is a lot louder than-......... I'm literally staring at you! Don't you fucking!.............He hung up

Mahi: something's come up huh!?.....oh shit.. Hehehehe they're fucking leaving

Warabi: hehehe we're going to get fucking fired for doing that hahahaha

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[imaginalatomizer]

you know you know you know it makes me shy

so what i mean by daddy daughter feelings with D is exactly that. i really dont think he has any perverted or inappropriate feelings... those are all mine >_<

but hes just so so so beyond sweet and caring to me in particular. and no one else! hes always feeding me right out of his hands... or doing things where he gets in my space and shows me things with his hands so near mine... wah.

there was a situation where no one was in dress code for a work day so i saw him in short sleeves for the first time and he has tattoos!! i never would have guessed that. hes so proper. but i also kept having verified Forearm Vein Staring moments. im sure he noticed my cheeks getting red because i was kneeling doing tasks in front of him so much and hed keep coming over to talk to me and well teehee... dirty mind... but he'd show me things i had to do better because i kept needing a little help with physical tasks and he'd tease me about getting my muscles burning and said none of this was a measure of how good i am at [real job] which. silly. at some point i had to tell him stop watching me because i'm getting self conscious!!

the feeding thing is silly because it brushes up on so much of my bad feelings about myself and life and. man. i know he can tell. about the bad things. he just kind of interrogates it and doesn't leave it alone. he was feeding me little chocolates right from his hands and id ask what they were and he'd say "they're good and you're not allergic and there are no nutrition facts to read >(" ah... you got me there... he just keeps bringing sweets in and at some point was really pressing me about my not eating them and i had to dance around everything... i'm still umm curvier than other girls even though i try to be good... i wonder if maybe he likes that >< but i don't think that is anywhere on his mind

but then... i don't know if it would be SOOOO delusional to think that maybe he has silly thoughts too... he has a girlfriend and he's 20 years older than me and i really think a lot of it is just pure wholesomeness. but he called me adorable and cute on two separate occasions... and he keeps buying me gifts... and other people even get really mean about me being his 'little favorite' which WELL?... and he says weird things sometimes thats all... but i think maybe he just has an emotional attachment to me... hes even said im precious to him and stuff and that he could never lose any regard for me and overwhelming sweetie things like that ><

so... what's complicated here is... i dont think he sees me as a kid but i do think he WANTED kids and maybe thats where his feelings are coming from and im making them perverted because im a pervert... and hes so sweet that i feel bad like sometimes i have moments of perfect lucidity that hes just mentoring me and here i am having other thoughts

but my fantasies.. and there are a lot!!!... don't even get explicit because it would feel violating to think of him that way... because hes precious to me too, and i think hes an honorable standup person, and a sweet person and a professional too and a man with integrity, a good man, and i want to think that hed never do something bad to his girlfriend, and that he would feel not good kissing and doing things with an employee of his 20 years younger than him, i really dont think he is that type of man

plus gosh how could i ever be interesting enough for him, even throughout the act of lovemaking how could i ever be smart and clever and funny and wonderful enough for a man like him to not be bored of me... i think he likes me but i think he'd be bored of me and hes a good family man too and how could either of us ever take the other home? i mean my sister dated her much older boss (cheating on her childhood sweetheart boyfriend!!) and brought him home a lot and it was icky

but i get so silly about a man like that, a strict stern father mentor figure who is all sweet and melty to me is like... ULTIMATE FANTASY and i'm living it >< how could my head not get all fuzzy and silly

and so my fantasies are all about getting in his car and curling up and listening to him talk and looking at his lovely forearms (<3 <3 with tattoos!! hehe) and not HAVING to be interesting or clever because he is jsut teaching me and taking me home to take care of me. and he undresses me and washes me and curls me right up on the couch where he wants me or at his feet or even at the foot of his bed maybe even on it maybe even for a cuddle ><

because, hes an important man, with a high stress position, and lots of responsibility. but i think he likes taking care of things, and i think he already likes taking care of me. so, maybe i cant be his very good favorite little girl, in a dirty perverted way, the way i want to sometimes. but i could be his little puppy and very precious to him. a good obedient little puppy... hehe... and he could pet me to relieve stress... and i would just blush and blush and fawn all over him and rub my head against his thigh... >< and cuddle cuddle cuddle... his long arms all around me and im soft and pretty and goodsmelling for him...

you can tell how much of a fantasy this is... its one ive had ABOUT HIM for YEARS and he was talking the other day about wanting a small tiny puppy but not being at his apartment enough to take care of it but how hed want his doggie even as an adult to be tiny in his arms. and i felt so silly blushing and looking away because he was talking about A REAL DOG A REAL STINKY ANIMAL and here i am silly perverted girl thinking what about ME!!!

but you know whats funny!! he doesnt think of me as his puppy he thinks of me as a little bird. he always was talking about taking me under his wing or me leaving his nest or him babybirding me information (lol gross) and then one time i teased him for it and he blushed and thats when he said well its because youre just adorable. hehe 🐣 to daddy im a cute little bird isnt that funny

hmm... its bad... i have vague dreamy sleepy thoughts in the air when i wake up about dreams ive forgotten where im all curled in his bed for a cuddle... i dont know... i feel silly and it makes me work even harder to impress him but i need to calm down because i dont want to be distracted or make a fool of myself by being obvious...

but you know this week was the first time i ever did something wrong and he snapped at me a little and i won't pretend it didn't just make me a blushing wet trembling little mess >< puppy needs discipline sometimes too from her lovely daddy >< because she has to be very good... but i learned about myself that i could NEVER be bratty on purpose because it also made my heart drop a little until he comforted me.. he always tells me to never apologize to him but i want to so often and so much... sorry daddy sorry daddy didnt mean to >< and he would pet my head (in the fantasy... weve only ever touched hands in real life...)

i dont want to put more importance on it than it will ultimately have in my life but gosh. im a scorpio im allowed to be super super obsessive!! i dont believe in astrology at all really but its funny how much i find online about capricorn men liking younger girls and well actually ill make another post about that because gosh some of the stuff is just uncanny. almost like its all vague on purpose >< but some part of me thinks well of course the stars would say, here is a daddy for you. and i feel so guilty that i think of him like my daddy when he doesnt think of me that way and its so perverted. and i dont think he would like it. i think he would pull me aside and discipline me in a heart dropping way and id be in real trouble and id lose some of his regard. if he knew that he was already my daddy in my heart. but i just cant make myself feel too ashamed. i feel like i have a naughty secret. and theres no one online talking about that sort of thing... about if you think of someone as your daddy but they never agreed to it... its clear im doing something wrong but gosh no one is getting hurt and he thinks of me like his little bird so is it really so bad to think of him as my daddy ><

i wanna end on a high note but idk what to say... he pulled me aside friday to say "thank you for everything... earlier this week and now and forever" and it made feel very head spinning silly. nice thoughts about daddy cherishing me forever... and i can never do anything bad or wrong to make him hate me...

oh gosh... who am i kidding... all the shame and stomach churning is just as much self inflicted fantasy, its not like im bringing myself back to reality... and i'll NEVER tell him so i hope its ok to be in silly puppy fantasy heaven sometimes i think hehe

[damien-devil-art]

Check and Duke episode 2 script part 1

(Check and Duke are at their house.) Onion lady: Come on check and Duke, we are going to the grocery store. Johnny Smith, you'll be watching the house. check: make sure to Home Alone the house Johnny Smith. Johnny Smith: My family could never afford to watch Home Alone. I grew up homeless with company. Duke: Oh, that's kind of sad. check: Anyway, onion lady, are we taking the onion mobile? Onion lady: no unfortunately Johnny Smith ate the onion mobile last night. check: Johnny smith! Johnny Smith: eerrmmm Whoopsie Daisy *throws up* I think I ate too much onion. Duke: Okay, let's get out of here before my allergic reaction starts acting up again. (It shows check, Duke and onion lady walking to the store.) Duke: Oh my God, it's so hot out. check: Yeah, it's like we're in a desert. onion lady: You do have a point. My onions are starting to cook. It's so hot out. But don't worry, we are almost there. Check: Duke, can't you turn into a water type Pokémon to cool us off? Duke: Do you want to get sued by Pokémon? Check nooo… Duke: That's what I thought. Check: I just thought they wouldn't really know. What are they Santa claus? Besides, my soda is going to run out soon, and then what will I drink? (Check is carrying a dim desert soda. They walk by a billboard for Home Alone that glitches into homeless with company. Eventually, they finally get to the grocerystore.) Check: we finally made it. We're here! Duke: And look at Home Depot! (Check and Duke's faces light up.) Onion lady: Why are you two sillies so happy? it's just a Home Depot. Check: Do I need to play The Home Depot song for you!? Onion lady: You mean the jingle? Duke: No, the Home Depot song is 5 minutes long. Onion lady: Duke sweetie, I feel like that's just a marketing tactic. Duke: Gasp how dare you say that about Home Depot they would never market to us. Check: or sponsor us. Onion lady: they wouldn't just sponsor a random family, honey. Check: but we have powers! Shouldn't that make us rich and famous or whatever!? like that creepy bald guy Jeffrey based toe. Duke: his toes are so based. Onion lady: Well, I need to go shopping for onions. So you two can go explore Home Depot. Both of them: Yay! (They're walking to Home Depot when, all of a sudden, checks soda glitches into intense Northern fizzy water. Check takes a sip of it.) *Spits it out* ew what the heck!? Duke: What? Check: My dim desert soda #not-sponsored is all of a sudden this weird intense Northern fizzy water. Fizzy water shouldn't even be intense! Duke: check you don't have to say not sponsored. I know we aren't sponsored. Onion lady just established that we wouldn't be sponsored because we're just two kids. Check: Yeah, but I'm saying it for them. you know the ones. Duke: Oh those ones. (they look into the camera.) Duke: Whatever, let's just go into Home Depot and drink paint instead.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

The NHS has done it again, the absolute champions of arsing people about. Got the chirpiest little text today - you know the type, probably written by some bot that's been programmed to sound like your nan after three sherries. "Sorry sweetie, your appointment's cancelled! Teehee! We'll get back to you sometime between now and the heat death of the universe! XOXO"

Friday's appointment - the one I'd practically performed bloody circus acrobatics to arrange my life around - gone. Poof. Vanished like my will to live. I'd already cancelled two meetings, rearranged a dentist appointment, and told my mother-in-law I couldn't go to the shops with her. But no worries! I'll just sit here marinating in my own histamines while the medical establishment plays calendar Tetris with my life.

It's not like I've spent the last year feeling like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards, is it? Not as if I've been walking around looking like I've gone ten rounds with a particularly vindictive bunch of pollen, oh no. My face only swells up like a baboon's arse every other day - totally manageable! The constant itching? Character building! The random episodes of looking like I've been pepper-sprayed? Adds drama to my otherwise boring life!

But here's the best bit - they expect me to just... wait. Like I'm some sort of patient patient. Ha! Get it? Because I'm neither patient nor a proper patient yet, am I? Just another name on their ever-growing list of poor sods waiting to find out why their body's decided to declare war on bloody everything.

The real kicker is trying to maintain that perfect balance of being just annoying enough to stay on their radar without getting labeled as one of "those" patients. You know the type - the ones whose files probably have "HIGH MAINTENANCE" stamped across them in big red letters. Can't be too pushy, might hurt the receptionist's feelings. Can't be too passive, might die. It's like playing medical Goldilocks, trying to find the exact right amount of desperation to display.

So here I am, writing in my diary like some Victorian lady with the vapors, while my immune system continues its crusade against my existence. Maybe I should start a blog: "Adventures in Medical Limbo: Day 394 of Being Allergic to Life Itself." At least then my suffering would serve some sort of purpose, even if it's just entertainment for other poor bastards stuck in the same boat.

But don't worry! I'll soldier on, maintaining that perfect British stiff upper lip, even though said lip is currently doing its best impression of a balloon animal. Perhaps I'll develop some sort of superpower from all this waiting - like the ability to telepathically communicate with antihistamines or the power to sense when appointments are about to be cancelled.

In the meantime, I'll just keep documenting my slow descent into becoming one with Benadryl. Maybe by the time they finally see me, I'll have evolved beyond the need for medical intervention. Wouldn't that be a laugh?

P.S. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room, practicing my "I'm fine, really" face for when I eventually do get an appointment. In 2025. Probably.

[goldenempyrean]

“Did you manage to get much sleep? I heard you tossing and turning all night.” and “I just cant stop sneezing!” With sick Wanda please

Pancakes And Cuddles

〚 Notes - This req was so freaking cute! I loved writing it :D Also I've had sooo many reqs sent in too so if yours is taking a while to be answered just keep that in mind! 〛

〚 Summary - Wanda's had a rough night and it seems shes getting sick but no way that you're gonna let that stop you from cuddling her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 785 〛

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You happily hummed along to the tune of whatever song was playing on the radio sat ontop of your counter, the cheery music filling the kitchen. It was one of those tunes that just got you moving, like it was designed to be perfect for dancing in the kitchen. So, you found yourself swaying your hips to the beat of the music whilst carefully watching over the stove, patiently waiting for your pancakes to cook. You loved cooking in the morning, you always had, and you especially loved cooking for your girlfriend. 

Speaking of, it wasn’t too long before you heard the small padding of footsteps behind you as Wanda came into the kitchen.  

“Goodmorning, my love.” You called without turning around. 

“Morning, darling.” Wanda replied only her voice sounded unusually groggy, a sharp contrast to your cheery tone and you heard the movement of a chair as she came to sit at the small island behind you. 

“You okay there?” You asked, turning around to see Wanda, she was wearing one of your baggy long-sleeved t-shirts and had small dark circles beneath her eyes, she looked so adorable and so so tired. 

“Just abit drowsy.” She admitted as she gave you a soft sleepy smile. 

That made sense. You’d heard her shuffling about all night, seemingly unable to get comfy or fall asleep. “Did you manage to get much sleep? I heard you tossing and turning all night.” You asked as you began to plate up some pancakes for her, making sure to drizzle on some maple syrup in the form of a smiley face. 

"Not really, I think I’ve laid down funny too, my muscles are all achy." Wanda mumbled with a pout but her expression soon changed as laid the finished plate down on the table, “These look so amazing, I love the smiley face, thank you so much sweetie.” 

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at her, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips before turning back to plate up your own. You’d just finished pouring yourself a heart-shaped drizzle of syrup when you heard Wanda give a sharp inhale behind you. 

“Hhuh’tsss! Hh-Hh’hehtsoo!” 

“Bless you!” You cooed as you came to sit beside her, “What's this, are you allergic to my cooking now?” 

Wanda giggled beside you as she gave you a playful nudge with her elbow, “Of course Im not, my nose is jus- just- Hh'iishiew!-” 

“You sure about that?” You smirked, earning yourself another nudge, but when Wanda sneezed again only moments later you found yourself starting to become slightly concerned, “Let me go get you some tissues.” 

She didn't object to you returning a moment later with a box of tissues, her lips quirked into a soft smile, “Thank you sweetie.” 

“Don't worry about it, just tend to those sniffles of yours” You returned her gesture as you sat back down to finish your breakfast. Both you and Wanda managed to eat the rest of your food without any other interruptions, and she’d even insisted on doing the dishes since you had taken the time to cook for her. 

“You got anything you’d like to do today?” You asked watching as she continued to wash the dishes. 

“Not really, kinda just in the mood for staying inside and cuddling.” She shrugged, as a soft grin crept over your face. 

“I'm down for- You began but stopped hearing Wanda’s breath give a knowing hitch. 

“Hi’ishhuu! Hh..’iiishoo!” 

“Bless-” Your brows crinkled with slight concern but yet again you were interrupted by twitching of Wanda’s irritated nose. 

“Hh’iishiew! Hh..Hhi’tshhoo! 

“Ugh!” I just can't stop sneezing!” Wanda whined as she rubbed at her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. 

“No getting your icky-ness on my favourite shirt,” You deadpanned, as you came round to stand beside her, making sure to plant a small kiss on her forehead before offering out some tissues for her before softening your tone as you wondered, “do you feel okay though? You're starting to sound like you’re catching a cold sweetheart.” 

Wanda took a second to think about and now that she did, the lingering scratchiness at the back of her throat confirmed your suspicions, “I think you’re right, my throat’s been really dry all morning too.” 

“Plus, you said you were achy earlier too.” You added as you remembered her earlier complaints, “Aw, maybe you are getting sick then.” 

“That’s so not fair,” Wanda sniffled as you opened your arms out for her and she fell into your warm, loving embrace, “I wanted to spend the day cuddling, now I'm gonna be all contagious and gross” 

“Still,” You smirked as you ran your hand down her back, “Who says we can't cuddle.” 

[olderthannetfic]

I really don't get the issue with tagging stuff like goncharov as unreality, lmao.

"Oh why can't you just google it??" Because nonnie, having an entire website act like this one pretend thing is real can be disorientating even if the words on the Google search page say that thing doesn't exist, especially before there were articles specifying it was just a joke. Hell, i don't have any particular health condition that would require this type of tagging for my own continued wellbeing, but it was still extremely disorientating to log on one day and see everyone talking about this one thing as if it were a fully fledged movie while at the same time being told it didn't actually exist. I can only imagine how it felt like to people who are liable to experience hardship when confronted with this type of scenario.

Like, if you personally dont want to tag for a certain thing on your own blog, then all the power to you. Whoever doesnt like the way you do things can just unfollow you, no harm no foul. But people taking that idea a step further and saying "Oh, if stuff like goncharov upsets you then why are you on the internet in the first place?" is like me asking people with allergies or other diet restrictions why they go to restaurants every one in a while. "Like, hm actually sweetie, why are you eating out if you're intolerant to gluten/allergic to x? You cant expect the world to cater to your needs :/". "Why should I put an epilepsy warning in this movie or video? If you don't want to trigger an epilepsy attack the you shouldn't be watching videos in the first place.", so on and so forth.

"Oh but those are serious!" Not necessarily. An allergy can just leave you feeling itchy for a while, and lactose intolerance can just give you a stomach ache, depending on the person. "Oh, but those are physical conditions!" So? Why should that make them more worthy of your considerations? They are still health conditions that need to be accounted for and looked out for. And the people who have those health conditions should be able to go about their life without fear.

It's actually not that weird to ask the people that share your space for some kindness and consideration when it comes to dealing with your specific needs, especially if those needs can prevent you from coming into harm. As long as, of course, "asking people to tag a type of post" doesn't snowball into, I don't know, insults or demands or what not. I haven't seen that sort of post or discourse yet, but I'm just leaving the caveat to be safe lmao

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This is becoming tedious. There's a disability need here that is clashing with the fundamental nature of the activity. People will make various choices about what to do about fundamentally incompatible needs. The end.

[talkfantasytome]

Finally Reading 'The Cruel Prince'!

Yes, you heard that right! 😄 I'm about 12-13 chapters in and I'm invested!

Now, I present to you my real-time thoughts/commentary, as sent to some friends in slack as my form of "live-tweeting". I am tagging with "the cruel prince spoilers", for those that don't want to see these.

I will also note that I am reading this with the knowledge that Jurdan is a thing on some level...whether I just follow people that like that ship and it's not canon, or it is canon, I have yet to find out and have now appropriately blocked those tags (and some other books, but I need to work on that cause I keep getting these types of spoilers 😫).

On chapter 4. I like Locke.

Tournament happened, loved her little speech, I hope Cardan understands the irony. But, considering they're, like, allergic to iron or whatever, I'm guessing not. (Sorry, not sorry, I think I'm hilarious.)

Locke is a secret sweetie, and it's so cute! But I can't figure him out. He's reading Cardan well, and still giving Jude smiles that thrill her...I really don't want some weird love triangle. But I'm hopeful cause I was told to not approach this book as a romance.

Also, mortal land chapter...dayum gurl. I can't remember if this is the one that has a sort of corruption arc, but it feels plausible and I'm here for it.

And Cardan sucks, but their conversations keep just sounding like heavy dom talk and I blame my friend on tumblr and her stupid, glorious toxic Nessian AU (we all know who, but I won't tag her cause she hasn't read this yet)

Omg, the prince wanting her to lie. Do it again! 😂😂

Also, PHEW! I honestly thought Dain or whatever was about to ask Jude to be his wife...but just his spy!

I hope she accepts

Yesssss!

Oh fuck

He can control her

I'm happy and worried...like, madoc's not there, there's a reason, and idk that it's good

WAIT! Is HE gonna turn out to be the cruel prince??? 👀

Awww...Locke wants to see her again. 🥰 But Cardan was furious and then stabbed her finger to help her become disenchanted or whatever...👀

Clearly Jude doesn't understand she's in a book when she enters Cardan's room. From the moment she mentioned annotated papers and piles of books I was like "I betttt"

Then Alice in Wonderland - so obvious, but she had to see the clothes 👀

Struggling a bit with the way some things are written. Like, it's right, but certain things given early on imply something other than the way the world is actually built and, like, it just seems like it could've been an easy thing to avoid. But it's pretty minor.

Response to a friend who said Cardan has mostly been "kind of being a dick" up to this point: Always being a dick 😂

They're all scheming! What's up with Balekin?? I thought he was also a drunk?? But instead he is trying to teach Cardan by abusing him? And why must these dark characters always have some deep horrors. Is it too much to ask for a dick to just be a dick and have her fall for him anyway?

I'm sure I'll update more later when I have time to read again.

[kendrickslmanburg]

the start of a wonderful friendship

summary: this is just a short fic about how Beca and Stacie's friendship started.

First day of third grade, also known as Beca's first day of school for the school year. Ever since her parents divorced, they're only concern is her education and where she'll study her parents somewhat agreed that she'll be staying with her mom until she graduates high school, and she'll move with her father for college. Beca's mom stopped in the entrance of the school to drop her off "Have fun at your first day of school sweetie." Her mom planted a kiss on the top of her head. Beca smiles at her mom and nodded and left the car, heading inside the school building.

Beca's first few classes weren't really somewhat interesting, she didn't talk to anyone but greeted her new classmates and old with "Hi" and "Hello"s. But during lunch time, she decided to eat outside. While she's having lunch she hears a faint "Give it back!" coming from the playground, she turns her back to see a tall, lanky girl reaching for her glasses from a bunch of boys on the slide. One of the boys intentionally stepped on the girl's glasses, snapping it in half. This made Beca get up, grab her bag and march to the playground to help the poor girl "Hey! Leave her alone." Beca told the two boys off, knowing that Beca is short the boys start to laugh at her "Oh no! Scary, what will she do?" One of them mocked being scared. Beca grabs a handful of rocks from the ground and threw it at them, this made her feel like she's David and the bullies were a bunch of Goliaths. The bullies start to scream and run away as she chased them around the playground throwing rocks at them "That's it, scram or I'll find a rock that's bigger than I threw at you and bash your skull!" Those are some words that came out of a nine year old's mouth.

Beca heads back to where the girl was, she looks down on the ground and picked up her glasses handing it to the taller girl. The taller girl frowned to see her glasses are broken in half "They're broken." she muttered to herself, Beca opens her bag and pulled out tape from her pencil case "Give me your glasses." She reached her hand out. She hands the glasses to Beca and watched as she tried to fix her glasses with layers of tape "Here." She handed the glasses back, the girl puts her glasses back on and smiles at her "Thank you so much!" She pulls her in for a tight hug.

Beca lightly pushed her away smiling at her as well "You're welcome, I'm Beca by the way." She introduced herself to the taller girl reaching her hand out again for her to shake. "Stacie, Stacie Conrad! Nice to meet you Beca." Stacie introduced herself to the shorter girl vigorously shaking her hand, Beca lets go of Stacie's hand "Thank you for saving my life by the way." Stacie said. Beca shrugged "It's nothing, they are a bunch of idiots anyways." The two girls laughed it out as a response, the two of them climbed up on the slide and decided to eat together there. "I have a sandwich that we can share!" Beca looked at her lunchbox again, "Does it have peanut butter? I am allergic to peanut butter." She asked the shorter girl. Beca shook her head "This one doesnt have any peanut butter." She handed a sandwich to Stacie.

As the two of them are having lunch in the playground, the both of them start to realize that this will be a start of a life long friendship.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Better Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Seventeen:

"I should've worn it more," Bucky sighed, looking at his reflection while tugging at the itchy, purposely ugly sweater that Zayde Harold had knitted years ago.

Steve buttoned his simple long sleeve shirt, ignoring the dark purple-red stretchmark – his first – and reminded, "You're allergic to wool."

"Still," Bucky scratched his blunt nails over his broad shoulder, the sweater already getting to him. Moving onto style his hair, Bucky combed his tousled brown hair with glassy eyes.

Rubbing his back, Steve leaned closer. Pressing a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around Bucky's trim waist as much as he could with his freshly turned twenty-two week bump. Trying to give his husband as much comfort as he could. Knowing that, while he mentally checked out at Flora's funeral, he wasn't going to do that this time.

Bringing one of Steve's hands up, Bucky kissed the palm and asked, "Can you get the boys ready?"

"Of course," Steve readily agreed. Standing on his tiptoes, he pressed a kiss to the back of Bucky's neck before moving away and leaving the bathroom.

Since Steve and Bucky were encouraging their children to be independent, they allowed the boys to dress themselves. All Steve had told them was that it had to be green. It was, after all, one of Zayde Harold's requests for his funeral: everyone wear green. Claiming that it was to wish him well and hope his next chapter – whatever it may be – was full of promise. And really, who was any of them to argue with what their loved one wanted?

Pausing in the boys' doorway, Steve doubted that Zayde Harold imagined his great-grandsons showing up in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles footie pajamas. Because while they were green, they seemed entirely inappropriate. Even if they were toddlers.

"Guys, you can't wear those," Steve informed, crossing the messy room to the closet.

"But papa," Oliver whined, theatrically throwing his head back and inevitably causing the attached hood with the thin purple eye mask to fall back.

"But nothing," Steve immediately started combing through their dress clothes. Realizing that (1.) his children had too much clothing that they hardly ever wore and (2.) why did they have so many different shades of the color blue?

Finding one holiday sweater and one button down that was possibly too small for either boy, Steve turned to face his sons. Finn was sitting in front of the tree shaped bookshelf with one of the soft cloth books in his lap and a plush Big Bird on his lap. Oliver on the other hand was explaining why he wanted to wear the pajamas.

"And they're cool," Oliver ended his statement, pleading.

"Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but we're going to a funeral. And you don't wear pajamas to a funeral," Steve held up the sweater and handed it to Oliver. Figuring it'd fit better than the dress shirt.

"But they're green," Oliver whined.

Inhaling deeply, Steve got down on his knees so he'd be eye-level with the five year old. Taking Oliver's hands in his, he kindly asked, "Are we big boys?"

When Oliver nodded, Steve nodded and continued, "And what don't big boys do?"

Sighing in his annoyance, Oliver finished, "Throw fits."

"Exactly," Steve leaned in, letting Ollie meet him the rest of the way as he rubbed his nose along Steve's. "Now, will you please put this on?"

"Okay," he rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly sighed before pulling down the zipper of the footie pajamas.

"Thank you," Steve moved over to Finn. Gesturing for the almost three year old to stand, Steve was glad when he did without making a fuss. Of course, that was how they usually worked. Easily balancing each other out.

As he helped Finn unzip and step out of the pajamas, a RIP! was heard and he immediately started looking over the button up shirt that he had helped Finn slide into. Only, it was from the other side of the room where Oliver said, "Uh oh."

Turning to face the tiny brunet, Steve asked, "What do you mean, 'uh oh?'"

"It ripped," Oliver's lower lip quivered as he stood there with the sweater only half on with one arm through the sleeve and the other one highlighting the new tear.

Clenching his jaw to stop his own tears from building in his eyes as he watched Oliver angrily wipe at his own face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and glanced at the doorway. Finding Bucky standing there with furrowed brows, he silently questioned what was going on. Before Steve could tell him though, Oliver noticed him too and ran for him.

"It was an accident," Oliver insisted, crying harder now.

"It's okay," Bucky assured, lifting the five year old into his arms. Wiping his face, Bucky asked, "What happened?"

"Papa said no jammies," Oliver sniffled, "But they're green and zayde wanted green."

Helping Oliver remove the ripped sweater, Bucky just looked at the five year old for a moment. Then, he decided, "They can wear them."

Steve's brows arched high on his forehead as he considered his husband. Still holding the too-small button down, he questioned, "You sure?"

Nodding, Bucky confirmed, "Yeah. Zayde did get them for them, after all. He would've wanted this."

"If you're sure," Steve shrugged. Placing the shirt on Finn's bed, Steve helped the toddler back into his pajamas and zipped him back up. Fondly accepting the hug and slobbery kiss his son gave him. Smoothing down his unruly blond curls before moving to stand.

With some assistance from Bucky, Steve took the torn sweater from him and stood on his tiptoes to give him a fond kiss. Ruffling Oliver's messy brown hair on his way out of the room. Letting the little boy redress himself. Placing the small dress shirt in the diaper bag and putting the sweater in his craft room, so he could try and mend it later.

"Hey," Bucky softly called after him.

Pausing in the doorway of his craft room, Steve turned to look at his husband, "What's up?"

"It's okay if they wear their footies, right?" Bucky asked, genuinely checking in with Steve.

Cradling Bucky's face in his hands, Steve assured, "It's okay with me, if it's okay with you."

Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Bucky thought it over before nodding and leaning down to kiss Steve. Resting his forehead against Steve's, the pair just stood there for a moment. Steve's hands sliding around to the back of Bucky's neck. Stroking the soft brown hair there and seeking Bucky's emotion through the bond. Trying to comfort his spouse the best way he could. Even if that meant just holding him a little longer.

However, they couldn't stand there all day, not even if they wanted to. So, they shared one more kiss before getting the boys in their coats and heading out to the garage. Since Steve was still small enough to comfortably sit in the driver seat. Neither of them were prepared for another funeral, but as Steve held his hand out for Bucky, he was prepared to be there for his family. It was the least he could do.

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Hello there! It's your favorite Knifey of all knifeys.!

Sorry for lack of response but.. but what. I dont know if it's because of vaccine, but I'm exhausted lately. I could sleep all day and all night. My concentration doesn't exist anymore. And yes, vaccine knocked me out! My hand didn't hurt to be honest, but I had high fever and migraine. I got blood test to see if there is anything wrong, but the results are good. I have no idea what's going on. 😐

How are you Sweetie? Did you have proper rest after your trip? Tell me how it was! What did you see! Tell me everything!

I was thinking about words you said. That adventures starting in a secret are the best ones. You were right. When I got my dog I was trying to hide my allergy for almost 4 month! I was determined to have a doggo, so I have been talking my friend's meds for allergy as she is hardcore allergic. I admit, it was stupid and irresponsible, but definitely it was worth all the risk!

Haha, yes, I was in Venice and in Florence and other Italian cities. I just love travelling! It's not I am from wealthy family or something, I am not. I have no savings, because I spend all my money on traveling. I was working for 3 month everyday for 12-13 hours in a pub so I could spend half month in South Korea. Dealing with all those creepy and drunk men was also worthy!

And I just wanted to say you are the sweetest! Your messages always make me smile! Always! Thank you so much for all your encouraging words! They make me feel better! Your messages, your writing, everything.! I love to check your blog, I love content you share with your followers. And you deserve all the support! Please don't change, you are wonderful and so asdfghjkllove!💕

Sorry for all mistakes and grammar, my brain doesn't want to cooperate.

Loads of love! Take care of yourself or Altair will be highly disappointed if you don't! And me too.!

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Dont worry about response! Its worth waiting to see your message in my inbox! And I get it, vaccines are scary and you never know how it will make you react. For example i had jj vaccine my hand hurt for like 5 days but except from that i was fine! So if you feel exhausted just rest, drink water, eat something tasty. Im happy you are not so much more safer! I hope you'll feel better soon, please keep me updated!

Ah as for me... I have health problem again. My leg suddenly got swollen almost 3 weeks ago and now it hurts a lot so I cant walk. I already have usg of veins and x-Ray but it showed nothing so tomorrow ill call another doctor and make appointement.

Fortunately my trip was amazing! What I saw? Well I love museum so we went to musaum of torture and museum of sex toys. Honestly the second one was my fave - the have sex toys from all around the world and from different periods. Like they have full bdsm equipement and shoes and ancient roman prostitutes (u know, the ones that left foot print on the ground with words 'follow my foot steps'). It was so amazing! I also saw charles university, charles bridge, rose gardens, cafhedrals and all amazing places. I also was in metro! (there is 1 line of metro in my country and its in the capital). I also had Czech McDonalds which is so tasty! And for the first time in ny life i was in a vegan/vegetarian restaurant and i truly liked the food!

As for adventures. It was my firdt. I love traveling but unfortunately i have no friends to travel with. So I used to travel with family and prague was my first, alone travel abroad to visit a friend. I hope i can do it more often because world has so much to offer. And you know what? Our lives are so short there is no point of wasting them on being afraid to risk!

YOU WERE IN SOUTH KOREA?! I ENVU U SO MUCH GOOD GODS. Knifey you are such a role model for me 🥺💜 i want ti be as brave as you. And hard working as you.

Tell me everything please?

Also doggy! Yes, hiding allergy wasnt the smartest move but im glad you are fine (you are, right?). I hope you can fight thst allergy and enjoy floofy companions!

One again thank you for your kind words and support. Honestly I want to change a bit, i need to go back to who i used to be in terms of working. I cant focus on stuff, i cant make myself do things i love. It tiring, you know? I used to read one book a day. Write a lot and a lot of fiction and my own stories. I used to study Japanese fir fun, writing all the signs and trying to remember them. Now I feel like a wreck that cant concentrate. But I will work hard to become a better person so I can post more! And I wish to make more people happy. You know whag is for me the biggest achievement? When people say i managed to make them smile/laugh and something i made made them happy. Your messages give me so much positive energy! Thank you again!

You asked for pictures so here is astronomical clock, president Palace and a rose from rose garden!