#Freezer Bunny Popsicle

[sommeliersims]

Quinn treats herself to a freezer bunny popsicle

[freezerbunny-sims2]

Hello, I love your game pics, they're very creative. Your 20th anniversary post was wonderful. I especially love the freezer bunny party scene! :-D On the table, you have a plate with some freezer bunny popsicles or cookies, can you please tell me where I can get them? Thanks!

Thank you! The anniversary pictures are actually pretty old, I reused them. It's been a decade, so I don't have that plate of popsicles in my game anymore. I looked for it online but I can't find it either. Can anyone help?

Update: it's by Amovitam (thanks to @deedee-sims for the link!)

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.143 Loitering

When I got home, I found Kooper waiting on the porch, looking like a freezer bunny popsicle. Despite the summer heat, he shivered as though a blizzard had blown in. His fur was blue like ice and nose was red as a cherry. Something was bad wrong, so I scooped him up and went back to Newcrest expeditiously. I'd never been to a vet before and had no idea what hours they kept and hoped they worked a bit longer than sim doctors. The lights were on when I arrived, and I felt so relieved to see the doctor still inside. He took one look at Kooper and ushered to a room right away. I feared his alarm showed the severity of Kooper's condition, but it did not. He said that particular illness could lead to more serious things, and at Kooper's age, we needed to act quickly. Good thing I didn't try to solve this on my own.

Kooper was a champ, looking completely unbothered, though the situation was foreign to him. Even the doctor commented, saying first-timers were usually nervous and sometimes got aggressive because they went into self-preservation mode. I presumed my presence had a calming effect on him, and it was fascinating to observe the trust between us in action.

His illness may not have been serious, but the bill certainly was. Between the pets and my daughter, I realized my life was about to get very expensive, and it seemed like every day I had a new reason to appreciate the money tree.

Before leaving, I remembered I wanted to get him and Rosie some age down and wellness treats. Even though I never wanted to see my pets suffer, I was glad for the opportunity to take care of that errand because I kept putting off.

Sophia was waiting for me when we got home and looked very relieved when I came in with Kooper.

"There he is! I couldn't find him for like two hours. I thought he ran away or something."

"Nah, he's fine now. I got home a little while ago and saw he was really sick, so I took him to the vet."

"Oh! Oh gosh. Well...I'm glad he's alright."

"Yeah... I got them some wellness treats...and something to make them young again."

"Oh good! We don't need dying parents and pets."

"You got that right."

She fell onto me and squeezed super tight, and I melted into her, not realizing how much I had missed her. I loved my daughter, and hanging out with my niblings, parents, and Less had been great. But this... That hug was what I really needed. I tried to keep all my visits short, but it still felt like we'd been apart for way too long.

"I miss you, Luca," she said, purring in my ear.

"I miss you too."

"I really really miss you."

I knew she wasn't trying to make me feel guilty and was just stating her truth, but I still felt it. Every day, it seemed like I ran off to go be with everyone else besides her and Desi.

"I'm right here," I said. "You don't have to miss me anymore."

"Desiree is asleep," she whispered.

"Oh, good... Oh!"

I started to ask something dumb like if she felt up to it, but she wouldn't be loitering in our living room if she didn't. Sophia never beat around the bush when it came to woohoo, so I took her hand and went upstairs. That was certainly not the actions of a depressed woman.

[imeverywoman420]

I wanna eat them the fudge popsicle looks sooooo good doesnt it??? The freezer bunny one also looks soooo good like it might taste like a spongebob ice cream

[beresimsdreamworld]

When he's not a wolf, he's just a weirdo who like to take popsicles on rainy days, strawberry freezer bunny his favorite.

[aajjks]

to bunny Koo

I grab two cylinder popsicles from the freezer, sits down on the couch next to him, and hands him one. “Here.” I smirk, keeping eye contact, as I slide my entire popsicle into my mouth until it’s touching the back of my throat and then slowly slide it out.

(I’m sorry I just need to know his reaction 😭)

him^

[andramsimming]

Freezer Bunny Popsicle

Sometimes you just gotta enjoy a cold snack in the hot summer weather. Yum!

[appellosimae]

Has been a lot of fun playing with Oona, not sure why we didn't turn her real since they were teens. But anyway, she goes out a lot more than Iris who's just hooked in his video games and has turned down a lot of dates. Today Oona went to the dog park, made friends with a stray dog who died right on the spot because he was already elder. Oona was very sad about it and decided to get a freezer bunny popsicle.

[starryhyuck]

Hi~ can I request Jaehyun or Johnny “accidentally” exposing something nasty you said or did the other night in front of some of the members who only know your “lollipops and gummy bears and bunnies” side not your “tiny little slutty sub” side and then when your eyes get big and you’re trying to will yourself to evaporate on the spot he makes it worse by being acting surprised that you’re embarrassed like the smug giant he is 🐣

you’re not as innocent as you seem.

you play the part very well, but jaehyun knows better. there have been countless nights you’ve spent on your knees, his cock shoved down your throat as you choke around him. there have been times where you really couldn’t wait, and jaehyun took you in the inkigayo waiting room before going on stage.

you’re his pretty little slut, but that information was for him and him only.

jaehyun’s been testing your limits lately, particularly in front of the members. he’s been grabbing handfuls of your ass and slipping his hand inside your underwear all while the boys were inches away. you don’t really know what’s gotten into him, but you like it.

tonight’s different and you can’t exactly pinpoint why.

jaehyun’s been throwing you odd looks ever since you sat down to eat dinner with some of the other members. you ignore him, leaning over to steal some of jungwoo’s food from his plate. he pouts cutely at you.

you ignore jaehyun’s gaze when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. once you’re out of sight, he leans closer to speak to the rest of the boys.

“guess what y/n did last night.”

“did she try to kill doyoung again for making the wrong sandwich?” yuta asks.

doyoung scrunches his nose. “i didn’t make the wrong sandwich! she told me her order wrong!”

“whatever,” jaehyun rolls his eyes. “but no. she let me take her up against the wall.”

the table grows silent. all of the boys have wide eyes, and most of them are blushing pretty bad. johnny’s the only one who doesn’t seem flustered.

“y/n? are you sure it’s y/n who did that?”

the boys have only seen you in a certain light — asking mark to teach you to play the guitar, play fighting with haechan for the last popsicle in the freezer and requesting for taeyong to bring you to that bakery you like in the cute voice of yours. they have never once seen you and jaehyun actively go at it with each other, only leaving light kisses here and there.

mark is as red as the food in front of him. jaehyun smirks at their reaction.

“of course. you guys don’t even know half of the stuff we’ve done in this dorm. on this table, even.”

doyoung gags, quickly shoving his hands off of the table.

you walk back into the room, oblivious to what jaehyun just exposed. you hum and take your seat next to him. you resume eating your food, and it’s only until a few seconds later when you realize no one else is eating or talking.

you look up, and you’re surprised to see all eyes are on you.

“um, what’s going on?”

jungwoo pouts. “y/n, did you and jaehyun have to do that in our room?”

“...do what?”

jaehyun chuckles. “don’t you remember what we did last night, babe?”

you remember exactly what you and jaehyun did last night. jungwoo had gone out to eat dinner with doyoung, leaving you and jaehyun all alone in the room. you usually don’t waste any time, and jaehyun opted to take you against the wall, spread out over his bed and finishing on the floor. you cleaned everything up by the time jungwoo returned, innocent smile on your face when he came back.

you cough. “um, no.”

jaehyun leans closer to you until you can feel his breath on your cheek.

“you don’t remember, baby? don’t remember how i made you cum five times?”

“jaehyun!” you screech, hitting his arm. your eyes widen and you try to make yourself smaller so the rest of the members don’t look at you.

“oh,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “did i say that out loud? i didn’t mean to.”

you slam your head against the table, ignoring the looks from the rest of the boys. jaehyun isn’t convinced by them, eyeing the way yuta and mark awkwardly adjust their pants to hide their growing bulge.

“sorry, guys. that was meant to be private.”

you think jaehyun’s trying to embarrass you until you melt into a puddle on the floor.

later that night, the members listen intently as jaehyun turns you into a whimpering mess, begging him to fuck you until his cock has fully stretched out your pussy.

guess you really weren’t that innocent.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

hot & cold

Okie so technically it’s not a prt two... but there is more foodplay with Rumi

Rumi x reader

warnings: sumt, food play, oral, Mommy kink, fun fact: you will 100% get a yeast infection if you put any kind of food in somone’s snatch so please don’t do that, This is kind of a crack fic.

word count: 1,000(about)

summary: there is bunny girl smut not plot you can’t have both

It was an unbearably hot day when you decided to mess with Rumi. You bunny girlfriend was laying in a pool chair under a large umbrella, She had just come from the pool and you could still see the water droplets rolling from the curves of her body and the strings of her purple bikini. Her white hair was tied in a not at the top of her head and her red eyes hidden behind sunglasses. 

You really were lucky to be with the prettiest woman in the world. You were watching her sitting across the pool from her in your own deck chair. You bit your lip looking at her, it was hot, but surely she could take a little more heat right? 

You stood and seductively walked away from the pool back into the pool house, before relaxing you didn’t know if she even saw your little strut, if she was awake there was no doubt her eyes would follow you wherever you sauntered, but there was a good chance she had dozed off while laying in the shade. 

You grabbed an iced bottle of coke and a popcicle from the freezer before strutting back out to your chair. This time you spared a glance to your girlfriend and saw she had taken off her sunglasses so that you could see her bright eyes, so she was denfetly watching you, and more than that she was letting you know about it. Well that just ment you’d better put on a good show. 

You pulled your chair out of the shade a little bit and settled in the beating sun. you started slow, rolling the iced bottle of soda over your throat and chest, tossing your head to the side to roll it over the back of your neck. You hoped your hair gleamed in the bright light or that you at least looked like one of those supermodels in the commercials. You moaned at the cool feeling and watched her ears twich in response. You undid the top and took a long pull of the sweet drink before intentionally letting a small trickle of Coke fall past your lips and dribble down your chest inviting Rumi to take in your whole body. 

She didn’t say anything, but when you glanced at her, you confirmed she was still watching. Guess you’d have to push her a little further. As seductively as you could you peeled away the rapper of the popsicle before licking a long strip along the side in sort of “don’t you wish this was you?” way.

You knew Rumi loved your mouth, even if you were just sucking on her strap on. You teased the the tip of the popsicle letting your tounge lol out of your mouth before running the whole thing in your mouth. You looked up at her as you sucked on the popcile teasing her directly. 

“(y/n)?” She called from across the water, seems like you had finally broken her. 

“Yeah baby?” you asked trying to sound as teasing as posible. 

“Come over here,” She demanded. You smiled and crossed over to her, popsicle still in hand. 

“Did you need something?” You asked leaning over her resing your hands on the arm rests. 

“I thought you could help me cool down,” she said letting her head fall to the side. 

“And how do you suggest I do that?” you purred. She took the popsicle from you and mashed the ice into her chest and used the stick spread it down to her stomach. 

“Clean it up,” she ordered and you were more than happy to obey. You fell to your knees and happily spread your tongue over her chest sucking off the crushed ice from her sternum. 

You eagerly ate the sticky sweet dessert from her body until you reached her swimsuit bottoms. You looked up at her silently asking for permission,

“Awe sweety do you want to eat more Baby? Was one desert not enough for you?” she teased pinching your cheeks mockingly. 

“Yes Mommy,” you said to the best of your abilities when she was squishing your face. 

“Okay lets go inside then-” and she pulled you away from the poolside.

 You found yourself in the kitchen with Rumi digging through the fridge while you waited impatient behind her. You didn’t know why she needed extras for you to eat her out but you weren’t going to complain. 

“Here!” she announced triumphantly pulling out a can of whipped cream. 

Rumi sat in one of the kitchen chair closest to her and stripping off her swim suit and handing the can to you,

“Just thought you might like something a little extra,” She explained when she saw the look of confusion on your face. “So get on with it already,” she demand. 

Who were you to deny her? You were careful not to spray the whipped cream into her pussy, but around her thighs and lips sucking her skin and teasing her with your teeth.

“Stop teasing you little brat,” she growled. 

“I thought you wanted me to have fun,” you protested before diving into her cunt swirling her clit and delving your tounge into her cunt and hitting her g-spot pulling moans from her mouth. 

“I want you to cum, please baby cum for me,” you murmered against her cunt. Pulling her closer to your mouth. 

“don’t tell me what to do,” She snapped. Rumi ran her fingers through your hair keeping your face flush to her cunt her hips gyrating against your face as she got closer to her orgasum. She was so cute when she got bossy like this, even though she snapped at you, you knew she would cum for you. 

Rumi’s head fell back and she moaned biting her lower lip. Her thrusts were starting to falter, but your tounge did not. Her thighs clamped around your head and she let out a cry of pleausre as she came. 

“Much yummier than the whipped crean,” you hummed against her cunt when she finnally relaxed around you. A blush crept across her face. 

“Shut up,” She hissed snatching the whipped cream can from you. Rumi put her sandals foot on your chest, and pushed you back gently before standing and smirking down at you. 

“Your turn baby bunny,”

[voidite]

The night out at the bar might be over...but Marnie wanted to keep it going! So, when she saw the ice cream truck stalking her house on the street...she stomped on over there and ordered a stupid freezer bunny popsicle!

[bonvoyagenoona]

Like Little Children | JJK

pairings: kind of reader x jungkook?

rating: 18+ / Mature 

w/c: 757

synopsis: you and your bff are just kinda ogling jungkook at the local water park

c/w, themes, & more info: soft body worship from afar? a suggestive moment with a popsicle? but nothing really happens. it’s just a super hot day made hotter

a/n: was talking with @mochilatae​ about her swimming to the surface like Phoebe Cates, Tae swimming to the surface like Phoebe Cates in a red crop top, started channel surfing, landed on Little Children (trailer is quite suggestive!), and then this happened?? enjoy!

“You're always full of good ideas, but this one has to be the best yet,” you sigh, lying back on your beach towel.

It's an unnaturally hot day, even for the middle of summer, in a place where summers burn in your heart as much as they do on your skin. Your best friend lies on her blanket beside you in the red swimsuit that she'd tried on last week. When she stepped out of the dressing room, your eyes widened with excitement, and you told her that she looked like Phoebe Cates.

Your kids --- her daughter, and your son --- are even more like siblings than the two of you. They're sitting at the edge of the wave pool. She helps him adjust his precious, neon blue water wings before carefully picking him up and sliding into the shallow end with him. When she giggles at the cool water on her skin, she sounds like Jimin. When he yelps, he sounds like Yoongi.

“She's so great with him,” you comment.

Your best friend smiles, her eyes still closed. "He's so easy."

The water park is smaller than you remember from your youth. The lifeguard is perched on a chair instead of a tower.  The distance to the ice cream stand is more of a scamper than a trek.

"Crowded today," you observe, watching the splashes of color around you.

"Do you know what abattoirs are?"

Her dry voice makes you chuckle, like it always does.

But your last chuckle snags your tonsil.

The crowd parts, and then he strolls through.

"The King has arrived."

Your best friend's eyes fly open. "Fuck." If the sun stings like this, she's going to need more help. She whirls around to her purse, yanking her sunglasses out. She throws them on and follows your fixed stare.

Jungkook was definitely the Prom King in high school. You and your best friend, with her wonderful wit, snort-laughed over happy hour margaritas at the new nickname. She entranced you with her more-than-accurate description of his kind eyes. Eyes that are playing with tint copies of themselves. His strong jaw. A jaw pulling a smile open to let infectious laughter out. His broad chest, always on display. A chest that has tiny arms wrapped around it, giving as much love as they receive. His wide hand stretches across the little one's back. Can't be too careful.

"Pool or popsicle?" you ask.

"Popsicle," your best friend wagers in a soft breath. "Please get a popsicle. Please get a popsicle."

"You don't wanna see all that glistening?" you ask, surprised. "Gleaming?"

He walks toward the pool and starts to bend, abs barely crinkling, ass tight and round in his shorts.

"I wanna see that tongue destroy something cold." Your best friend's voice has shifted from merely captivated to downright husky.

You whip around to her with a bright, titillated smile. "You’re so bad!"

"You’re the one looking without any protection." She places a matching red-polished finger on the right lens of her sunglasses, bringing them down to the point of her nose. "I can only sneak glances, but you? Staring into the light like that?"

You turn back around to Jungkook, who is straightening at his little one’s protest.

"Ohh, yes!" your best friend squeals.

Jungkook laughs and then walks over to the ice cream stand. Through the splashes and shrieks, you hear fragments of his pleasant, soothing voice. His fingers stretch out into bunny ears. The vendor nods and smiles before reaching into the freezer.

You’re not overindulgent. From every angle, in every situation, your muscles have memorized the motions it takes to glance over at your kids to make sure they’re alright, like constantly checking the rear and side view mirrors on a busy highway. Everything’s fine. You can delight in this just a little. You can’t help it if someone stops traffic.

And you enjoy the escape. Just a little removed from the peak of your youth, but still remembering the hormones that this place would never fail to satisfy. The gods you’d worshipped here time and time again. All of them are exactly like Jungkook, who lets his little one reach out for the multi-colored rocket on their own, and then takes one for himself. 

Wide. Flat. And then curling round. The popsicle disappears into his mouth. And then it wipes a rainbow stripe down that gorgeous, undoubtedly skillful tongue. 

She was right. She always is.

"Full of good ideas," you sigh, as you both watch Jungkook and his little one trail off.

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[presidentstalkeyes]

A drabble (by my standards, anyway), based on my Braces!Wendy headcanon...

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Mystery Shack, May 2008

  “MR. PINES! YO, MR. PINES!”

  “Huh, wha-? What’s goin’ on?!” Stan immediately rushed out of his office, hearing Soos scream like his life depended on it.

He regretted doing so seconds later, of course - knowing Soos, he probably saw a spider in the toilet bowl or something, or maybe he walked too close to the ‘real monsters’ mirror and spooked himself. That didn’t mean he could filter out that all-too-familiar sound of terror.

  Sure enough, the heavyset, acne-riddled handyman had hunkered down behind the counter in the gift shop, which had long since emptied out since the last tour group of the evening left. He slowly rose from his hiding place, shaking.

“There’s something in the freezer, Mr. Pines…”

  Stan coughed, righting his posture and rolling his eyes. “Uh-huh. What is it this time, an arctic fox? Bartholomew the Abominable Snow-boy? That hockey-mask snowball critter from that Boxmon game you keep playin’ instead’a workin’?”

“I dunno…” Soos was no less shaken, Stan’s attempts at poking fun at him going over his head (as per usual), “…I think it might be a person. I could hear distinct person-y sounds, the ‘om nom nom nom’ of ice cream sandwiches being consumed. It’s a sound I am all too familiar with…”

Stan huffed, pushing his glasses up his nose. He supposed there was no point asking why Soos hadn’t just opened the lid.

“Well, I ain’t gonna pretend to be happy that you screamed bloody murder over somethin’ so dumb, but if some punk thinks he can eat all my ice cream for free, they got another thing comin’. Get your butt back to the break room while I take care’a this.”

“Ya mean the steam closet?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, ain’t it?”

“Of course! Thank you, Mr. Pines!” Soos suddenly stood up and went all cheery, before bounding off into the hallways like an oversized bunny rabbit.

  Stan couldn’t help but huff again. Sometimes he felt bad for that giant child, the way he always followed his every whim without question. It was welcomed most of the time, to be sure, and maybe deep down he kinda-sorta cared for him and wanted him to stay safe, but sometimes he wished the kid would talk back to him, just once. He was so used to all the rubes in town just going along with his every scheme, sometimes it felt like cheating. …Then again, perhaps after all the crap he’s been through, he’d earned it. Or the world was just setting him up for another long-overdue cruel prank.

He brushed those thoughts off; complaining about his crappy life wasn’t going to save his precious ice cream.

  Thus, he marched out onto the gift shop porch - and just as Soos had said, he could hear a sound coming from inside the freezer. There was definitely something or someone in there - he could hear rustling and shuffling as ice dust was scattered about.

He almost had a flashback to a moment in Vegas from years ago, when he had to meet a ‘business associate’ at an abattoir and heard noises exactly like this coming from one of the walk-in freezers. …He was glad he hadn’t taken the guy up on his offer, otherwise he probably would have been locked in, and now where would he be? A shattered human popsicle, no doubt.

Stan shook his head. He needed to stay in the present before his mind went down another dark path. Not like this was even a rare occurrence - he'd dealt with punks trying to steal his ice cream before, or if not that, then squirrels or birds or that dumb goat who's always hanging around the trash, or whatever other furry jerks came along. Sometimes it was Gnomes or that naked candy-eating... goblin thing (just thinking about that little weirdo made him want to take a shower), but they were all equally vulnerable to nature's snooze button.

Readying his 8-ball cane to hit that button if he needed to, he grabbed the freezer handle, and in one swift motion, swung it as wide open as possible.

  When the cloud of cold air had dissipated, and he’d wiped the fog off his glasses, he had to do a double-take at the sight. He was not expecting this.

  There was a girl in the freezer (thankfully still alive). A freckle-faced redhead with pigtails and braces so huge she had trouble closing her mouth over them. She couldn’t have been more than 12 years old, even if she seemed freakishly tall for her age - she had to bunch up just to fit in, and it seemed like she was wearing her trousers way too high, which didn’t help. She looked like a cartoon character come to life.

  More importantly, though, she was covered in ice cream wrappers, and her mouth was stained with chocolate and sticky fruit juices. Stan had caught her in mid-surreptitious-ice-cream-sandwich-bite.

  The girl didn’t even try to say anything in her defence - after the initial shock had worn off, she got to her feet (moses, she really was freakishly tall - in the freezer, she almost reached Stan’s jaw) and tried to climb out. She hadn’t banked on Stan’s reach, plus the ice cream fatigue she must be feeling right now.

  “Oh, no ya don’t!” Stan declared, holding an arm out in front of her to block her exit. She turned around and tried to flee the other direction, only for Stan to intercept her. This continued for some time.

“UGH!” the girl grunted in annoyance, “will you lemme go, old man?!”

  Stan couldn’t help but arch a brow at the tone of her voice - it sounded a little raspy and lispy, probably thanks to those braces of orthodontic overkill. He wasn’t sure whether to find it funny or worrying.

“Not until you explain’ta me what you were doin’ rollin’ around in my freezer, scarfin’ down my ice cream, like some… penguin-pig hybrid.”

…Huh. There’s an exhibit idea.

“I was hungry!” the girl answered, throwing her hands in the air, “an’ anyway, if ya didn’t want people to eat it, ya shouldn’ta left the stupid freezer outside!”

The girl melodramatically planted her fists on her hips, groaning. “Uuuuugh, what-ever, doesn’t matter, you’re just gonna tell dad I was a dumb, stupid little girl anyway an’ get me in trouble, just like every other stupid grown-up in this stupid town…”

  Wait a second… the pose, the disgruntled look, that groan that sounded far too teenager-like coming from a pigtailed brace-face…

  “Waaaait, hold up. Ain’t I seen you in this afternoon’s tour group?”

The girl seemed to shrink in on herself, rubbing her arm as her gaze fell to the bottom of the freezer. “Hmm…yeah, I guess…”

Stan snapped his fingers as it came back to him. “Yeah, I remember. You were the girl who groaned when I showed everyone the Hide-Behind.”

“Yeah, well, the Hide-Behind looks nothin’ like that!” she snapped again, suddenly regaining her energy, “ya don’t think someone woulda noticed if it was some dude in a trenchcoat holdin’ a camera?!”

“Kid, I was tryin’ta be clever! The whole point was that it hides behind ‘journalistic integrity’, it was s’posed to be a paparazzi!”

The girl couldn’t find a retort to that, instead just throwing her arms in the air again. “…I guess!”

“Ya ‘guess’ a lotta things, huh?” Stan remarked, “I’d ask if yer well-versed in lumberjack lore or somethin’, but if ya were, I ‘guess’ ya wouldn’t need to say that so much.”

“Shut up…” the girl mumbled under her breath, deflating again. “I-I mean, my dad’s a lumberjack, but…”

  That mention of her parents, however indirect, suddenly made Stan’s posture go straight and rigid, and he immediately spied the area for anyone else. Just as before, it was pretty much empty - it was nearly nighttime, who else would be here?

  “Where the heck are your folks, anyway? I don’t wanna get arrested for kidnappin’ or child endangerment.”

  The girl loudly swallowed, trying to wipe some off the ice cream smudge off her face. “They’re… they’re not here.”

Stan’s brow arched again, but his expression quickly softened; the way she said that implied there was a pretty good reason why she wasn't with her parents right now, and in Stan's mind, the fact that she hadn't just opened with that from the start implied she was being honest, and not just trying to guilt-trip him into letting her off the hook.

Feeling a little sympathy for whatever predicament she wound up in, he offered a tissue to clean up her face. She snatched it away, only murmuring a reluctant ‘thanks’ in reply and cleaned the ice cream smudge off. He didn't comment on that, right now he was busy thinking about how strangely well she was taking this.

“…Yanno, ya didn’t hafta tell me that,” Stan finally said, “I mean, I’m a weird old stranger. Not like you can trust me. Ya coulda just said yer folks were around the corner an’ I’da left you alone.”

He wanted to add ‘probably’ in case said folks were less-than-ideal, but A) he felt he was giving himself too much credit by presuming, in the face of bad parenting, he wouldn’t just run off and hide like the coward he is, and B) that wouldn’t sound good in general regardless of the circumstance.

“I don’t care,” she quickly added, finally clambering out of the freezer and onto solid ground, wiping her dirtied hands on the tissue. “My family’s being dumb. ‘Specially my dad. I don’t wanna go home. I’d rather be with a weird old stranger! ‘Least I could bite you on the arm an’ get away with it!”

Hoo, boy. Stan really hoped that hypothetical scenario wouldn’t come up in actual real non-hypothetical life so soon… still, she seemed like a real scrapper, if that comment about arm-biting was any indication. She had energy. Maybe he was underestimating her.

  “M-my name’s Wendy,” she added in, apropos of nothing, again nervously rubbing her arm. “Just… yanno, thought you’d want to know. I guess.”

“I hadn’t asked, but thanks anyway,” Stan responded, as he began to brush his chin, leaning on his cane. Suddenly, the puzzle pieces were fitting together in his head. Gawky, tall redhead, awkward family situation, has a lumberjack for a dad, obviously lived nearby if she could get here without needing a lift...

“I don’t s’pose your dad is ‘Manly’ Dan Corduroy? I’ve worked with ‘im in the past. Pretty sure he mentioned a ‘Wendy’ a couple times. Or he coulda just been talkin’ about his ‘fwendy’. I know he’s got a softer side.”

“Psh, as if,” Wendy scoffed, “he never listens to me! And he’s always forcin’ me to do crap I don’t wanna do! Like, this summer he’s gonna make me go to some stupid logging camp so I don’t ‘slack off’! My brothers are the ones who slack off all the damn time, a-and I got friends here! I have a life, too! Uggghhhh…” she groaned again, slumping down into a sitting position in front of the freezer. “I wouldn’ta told ya this, but you’re just gonna snitch on me either way, so. Whatever! Screw it!”

“Hey!” Stan suddenly felt a wave of indignation wash over him, “now, I’m a lotta things, Wendy - some more prestigious than others - but one thing I’m not is a snitch! This whole incident’s between you an’ me. Yer dad don’t need to know. That’s how we do things back East.”

  Wendy turned away from him; she didn’t seem convinced, but whatever. She didn’t need to be convinced. He already decided he wasn’t going to tell Dan what she’d done here, no matter how good their ‘business relationship’ is. She didn't need him screaming at her over ice cream.

  Stan found himself leaning against the freezer after he closed it, almost mirroring Wendy’s posture. He took his cane and started drumming his fingers on the 8-ball tip, considering the girl’s words. He and Manly Dan were on good terms, but even he could tell that he was an intense guy. Even Stan’s own father might have told him to cut back on the whole ‘manliness’ thing.

He looked back at Wendy, who was still clearly fuming - he had no doubt she’d make good on her threat to bite him on the arm if he ticked her off. He’d only known her for about five minutes, and already, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see a bit of himself in her. Running off to go eat someone else’s ice cream when pa was giving him a hard time was exactly young Stan’s thing. He was pretty sure Poindexter would have been on board.

  He shook that thought off without a moment’s consideration. It wasn’t nighttime yet. He was still technically in Mr. Mystery mode.

  Then he lit up, as that thought made an idea pop into his head. Summer was coming up - peak tourist season - and he could really do with an extra pair of hands to handle the menial customer service drudgery… the kind where you just sit around for hours waiting for someone to walk up to you, and get righteously angry at them if they complain about your prices (as far as Stan’s concerned, whoever said ‘the customer is always right’ can go suck a lemon).

In other words, the perfect job for this girl. He’d worry about her being too young, but he’d already burned that bridge with hiring Soos as a handyman when he was 12. He'd worry that maybe he was taking advantage of her less-than-ideal family situation, but again, it worked for Soos. He wasn't planning on forcing her to do any work she didn't want to. If she wants to say 'no', she can. He's a morally-ambiguous con artist, sure, but he's not evil.

  “Say, Wendy… ya said yer father is sendin’ ya off to this loggin’ camp so ya don’t ‘slack off’ over th’summer, right?”

Wendy turned to face him - now her brow was arched up. “Um, yes?”

“Well… ya just cost me… probably a small fortune’s worth of ice cream. I’m gonna need those frozen assets back somehow. Lucky for you, yer dad an’ I enjoy a… well, I wouldn’t say an amicable business relationship, but let’s just say we traded money an’ things happened, some wild animals ended up on my property after fallin’ outta trucks registered to ‘im, total coincidence,” Stan rattled off, circling his hand. "I figure one possible way ya could repay me was if ya worked for me. Just as long as it took for me to take the damages outta yer paycheck, which would be 100% of yer paycheck 'cause you'd technically be doin' it as a chore for me. Yanno how it is with child labour laws."

"Uh-huh..." Wendy slowly stood up, scratching the back of her neck. "S'what, ya want me to become your debt slave?"

"I wouldn't put it quite like that..." Stan admitted, effectively saying 'yes' without actually saying 'yes' (trick of the trade), "think of it as more, givin' you somethin' low-risk to occupy yerself with. A taste'a the real world. It will last ya all summer, so that means ya won't be able to attend loggin' camp, an' you'll have to stay in town where all yer friends are an' all, but like I said, yer dad an' I are... some degree of friendly. I think we could work somethin’ out with minimal fuss."

The girl, for just a brief moment, impishly smirked, but hid it almost as quickly as it appeared. Stan knew that she was putting the pieces together in her head. "Riiiight... what kinda work?"

"How’dya feel about handlin’ a cash register?”

  Wendy paused, somehow managing to top her previous looks of bemusement.

  “Dude, my dad trusts me with a friggin’ axe. I can handle a stupid cash register.”

“Ha!” Stan chuckled, “then I think you an’ I would get along just swell. Yanno, as long as ya don’t steal any more ice cream …But if ya do, pro tip: just blame it on Soos.”

“Who’s Zeus?”

“My handyman. You’ll like ‘im, he’s a good listener. …Maybe a li’l too good. Ya ever need someone to yell at about random crap without feelin’ bad, Soos is yer guy.”

‘And definitely not me’, Stan thought. After all, it’s not like he’d just let her angst about her preteen issues at him and came out pretty well by the end, and she even pretty much dodged immediate punishment for eating all his ice cream…

Stan sighed again, dragging a palm down his face. He half-wondered if she hadn’t planned this. …Would that even be a bad thing?

"Fine, I'll do it. I guess," Wendy confirmed, folding her arms. "Now where's your bathroom? I need to take a dump."

Stan grimaced for a moment; he did not need to know that, but he honestly had no right to be disgusted - not like he was much more delicate when announcing his bathroom breaks.

"'S upstairs, second door on th'left. Don't panic if it floods, Soos hasn't unclogged it in about a month an' it's prob'ly accumulated bad luck; s'matter of when, not if."

At that, Wendy just made another grunty sound of indifference and wandered inside.

Stan allowed himself a little smile - he had a good feeling about this kid. Admittedly it wasn't the first time he'd hired part-time help over the summer, but they never lasted long. He'd really struck gold with Soos, happily sticking around long after he passed the age where working 'lowly' jobs became a source of personal embarassment for most people. Most people weren't like him; they saw the Shack strictly as a means to an end. He didn't expect Wendy would be any different - she'd probably only work here for as long as she needed to get away from her hyper-masculine family, then 'peace out' (do kids still say that?) without looking back when she turned 18, and that's the best-case scenario. Most of his old part-timers didn't even stick around for more than one summer. It was like they didn't trust him or something, or got squeamish because of his, uh, flexible approach to following the law.

Maybe Wendy would be different; maybe he'd strike gold twice. She didn't seem that bothered about his obvious disregard for child labour laws, after all. Or the fact that he straight-up admitted she wouldn't be getting paid, at least until she'd paid for all the ice cream she'd eaten (which, really, would only take a day, if that - not that she needed to know, it'd be a pleasant surprise when he actually paid her). But his life had taught him that too much wishful thinking is dangerous. Besides, if she quit at the first opportunity, not like he could blame her. He wouldn't even be mad.

Maybe he'd be a little disappointed, since he kinda-sorta related to her already and kinda-sorta wanted to see her grow up happy and safe.

Ugh, what was that... warm feeling in his chest? It felt too sappy and sticky and... no, not good. He needed to find Soos, maybe he'd found another reason for him to get cranky about something.

[storiesbyjes2g]

After playtime, I took Tofu to the cemetery since we were right next door. I told her all about my best girl, Shiloh, and how on a night similar to this, my dear friend, Hunter, came to live with me. Hopefully she appreciated knowing I'm an expert at taking in strays, heh. Of course, I told her all about my parents, too.

"You'll meet the kids again in a few days. I hope Alessia likes you."

It was quite cold, and Tofu began whimpering again. I thought we should head home, but I wanted to try to see Mommy before we left. It was quite early for ghosts, but it couldn't hurt, right?

"Mommy? Are you here?"

No sooner than I put the punctuation on that sentence, she popped out of the grave and gave me the best hug I'd had in a while.

"Hello, my baby! It's so good to see you!"

"Mommy! You're here! I didn't think you'd show. Wait...why are you red? Are you mad at me still?"

"Girl, no! Your lil' friend you left here has way too much energy for me!"

I laughed. "You always thought Hunter was too rambunctious."

"He needs to sit down somewhere sometimes! Anyway...it looks really cold out here, so I don't want you staying long. Tell me everything quick!"

Not even death could stop her from being a mom. She's so amazing.

Too much time had passed since my last visit, and I had much to report. But it was cold, so I gave her the highlights. She was so proud of everything: Proud of me working; Extra proud about my business; Super proud of me becoming the primary parent of my children. I whipped out my phone and showed her the most recent pics I took of them. If ghosts could cry, I'm quite sure her cheeks would have been wet.

She thought Tofu was adorable and jumped for joy when I told her we may move to Newcrest. Hopefully, that would make it easier to visit.

I kept the Dwayne part of my life to myself, seeing as that was a sore spot last time. That and there isn't much to tell at the moment. Maybe one day I'd be brave enough to tell her we were hanging out.

After I'd told all the appropriate stories, I told Mommy I still missed her a lot and I wished she were around for all of this. She did too, of course, but that wasn't how life worked. Before I got too deep in my feelings, she grabbed my neck and told me to get home before I turned into a Freezer Bunny popsicle. Oh, Amina Pope. You're still one of a kind.

[woodstockbtswriter]

Valentine

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.87K

Summary: Jungkook happily cares for you when you’re sick on Valentine’s Day.

Author’s Note: I tweaked the request a tiny bit so you just have a fever, hope that’s okay! And wouldn’t we all love to have a Jungkook to take care of us? I know I would! Anyway, please enjoy! 💕

Requested by @animeenthusiastxoxo​

Valentine

You could hear someone saying your name, but you found it difficult to open your eyes. Then a strong hand was on your shoulder, gently shaking you.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A playful voice teased.

You slowly peeled your eyelids back, and Jungkook’s kind face came into focus in front of you.

“Hi.” He grinned, showing all his teeth. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Taking a second to orient yourself, you realized you were sprawled out on your couch, and Jungkook was kneeling on the floor next to you.

You moaned, covering your face with your hands.

“What time is it?” You asked.

“Just after 6:00.” Jungkook replied, poking your side. “We need to leave soon if we want to make our reservation.”

You uncovered your face, and your eyes were drawn to the bouquet of flowers in Jungkook’s hand.

“Oh, no.” You groaned.

Reservations, flowers… He’d really gone all out for your first official date. He was even wearing a sleek new suit. And here you were, still a lump on the sofa.

Mustering all your strength, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. You felt unusually weak, and your head was throbbing, but still you were determined to apologize.

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to rest for a minute, then I was going to start getting ready, but I must have fallen asleep-”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook’s nose scrunched as he smiled. “You must have been tired. I’m glad you were able to rest.”

You shook your head, despite how heavy it felt.

“No, it’s not okay. I’m not ready. I’m not even dressed.” You said as you ran a hand over your hair, sure it was in knots. “I’m a mess.”

Jungkook gave you a cursory glance, then met your gaze, smiling softly.

“You’re beautiful.” He disagreed, his voice small and shy. “You’re always beautiful.”

A faint pink colored Jungkook’s cheeks, and your own face felt warm, too.

“Thank you.” You looked to your lap to hide your blush. “But I can’t go out to dinner in my sweatpants.”

“I don’t mind.” Jungkook argued. “Really, I don’t care what you wear. I just want you to be comfortable. But we have a few minutes, you can get dressed if you want.”

“I don’t want to make us late.” You protested. “We’ll lose our reservation.”

Jungkook sat the flowers down and grasped both of your hands, pulling you up with him as he stood. A wave of dizziness rocked you as you reached your feet, but Jungkook didn’t seem to notice you sway.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tried to reassure you. “I’ll call the restaurant and tell them we’re on our way. You just go get ready. I’ll wait.”

“Okay.” You agreed, willing your knees to not give out beneath you.

You closed your eyes, trying to clear the fog from your head before you headed to your room to change. After a long moment, you felt Jungkook squeeze your hands.

“Yah… Are you okay?” He asked.

You opened your eyes, and saw Jungkook’s bunny smile was replaced by a small frown. He swept his fingers across your forehead, brushing your hair back, and you felt like your heart might beat out of your chest - though only partially because of Jungkook’s touch.

“Are you still groggy from your nap? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you-” He paused, his fingers still on your brow, and his frown deepened. “Yah, you’re really warm.” He observed, flattening his hand to press his entire palm to your skin. “Actually, you’re hot. You’re burning up. I think you have a fever.”

You blinked slowly as Jungkook moved his hand from your forehead to cup your cheek.

“That would explain a lot.” You admitted feebly. “I’ve felt kind of off all day.”

Jungkook’s thumb gently stroked your cheekbone.

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t feel well?” He sighed. “We could have rescheduled.”

You leaned into Jungkook’s hand.

“I don’t want to reschedule.” You whined. “It’s our first date! Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? And it’s Valentine’s… I’m sure you have a whole incredible night planned. I don’t want to miss it. Just let me throw some clothes on-”

You attempted to take a step, but Jungkook’s arms encircled you, holding you still.

“Your health is more important.” He said gently, his eyes full of concern. “Everything else can wait.”

“I’m fine, JK, really,” You tried to move again, but this time your legs didn’t cooperate, and you slumped in Jungkook’s hold.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go.” Jungkook huffed, and before you could object, he swept your legs out from underneath you and scooped you up into his arms. You wanted to be indignant about being manhandled, but it felt too nice to be so close to him.

Cradling you against his chest, he crossed the living room and reached your bedroom in several long strides. He then laid you gently in your bed, pulling the covers up over you before he sat down next to you on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you have any other symptoms?” Jungkook asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing something in. “Coughing, sneezing, nausea, pain?” He elaborated, his gaze fixated on his screen as he scrolled.

Your eyes fell shut as you tried to think, but you couldn’t concentrate. Your thoughts were too jumbled and fleeting. You took a deep breath, then shivered when a chill ran up your spine. You might be burning up, but you felt freezing.

“I’m just tired.” You grumbled, pulling your covers up higher. “And cold.”

You felt Jungkook lay a hand on your arm.

“You just rest.” He said quietly. “Leave everything to me.”

“Okay. I’ll try.” You exhaled, willing yourself to relax and allowing your drowsiness to catch up to you.

You were just starting to doze when you felt the mattress shift. Not bothering to open your eyes, you heard Jungkook whisper, “I’ll be right back,” as he climbed off the bed and snuck out of the room.

What seemed like a millisecond later, you felt him sink down next to you again, but this time he touched your face.

“I found a thermometer.” He said gently when you looked up at him. “I’m going to take your temperature, okay?”

You gave a small nod, and he slid the instrument across your brow. There was a small beep, and you watched Jungkook’s face, concentrating as he read the display.

“Definitely a fever.” He muttered, setting the thermometer aside. He then produced a small bottle of pain relief medicine and poured two tablets into his palm. He held the medicine out to you with a glass of water. “Here,” He told you, “Take these. They should bring the fever down.”

After you swallowed the pills, Jungkook took the glass from you and helped you lay back down.

“If you’re not feeling better in the morning, I’ll call the doctor,” He explained, fluffing your pillows, “But in the meantime, you should rest. I’ll stay here and get you anything you need.”

“You don’t have to stay.” You said without thinking. You did want him to stay, but you felt guilty. “I don’t want to ruin your night. I’m sure you’d rather go home, and I don’t want to get you sick. Really, I’ll be fine if-”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook shook his head, chuckling, “I’m not going anywhere. We agreed to spend Valentine’s together, and that’s what we’re going to do. And besides,” His gaze softened as he found your hand and squeezed your fingers, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

A feeling of relief washed over you, and you couldn’t hold back the smile that was blooming on your face. You were touched, and so grateful.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You breathed. “That really means a lot to me.”

Color tinged his cheeks again, spreading to the tips of his ears, but he shook his head.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the least I can do.” He replied, then quickly changed the subject. “So, can I get you anything else? Are you hungry? I could order food. Or do you want some ice cream?” He started talking fast. “It’s supposed to help with a fever. Well, popsicles specifically, but you don’t have any in your freezer. But ice cream should probably do the same thing, right?”

“Probably.” You agreed. “But how do you know that?”

Jungkook cast his face down, his expression a little self-conscious.

“I looked up what to do when someone has a fever.” He confessed.

You smiled to yourself, and squeezed Jungkook’s fingers in return.

“I don’t really have much of an appetite…” You told him, and he lifted his face, his large eyes wide, “But ice cream sounds good.”

Jungkook’s bunny grin lit up his face again.

“Coming right up.” He beamed.

Jungkook returned carrying two bowls piled high with your favorite ice cream a few minutes later, and helped you sit up to eat. He then removed his suit coat and kicked off his shoes before crawling over to sit next to you on the bed. Once he was settled, he turned on your TV to play your favorite show, picking an episode you both had memorized. You ate together in comfortable silence, and though you were still chilly, the cold treat seemed to help you feel a little better.

When you finished your ice cream, your mind felt clearer, but the exhaustion that had overwhelmed you earlier was still looming. Jungkook noticed your gaze becoming unfocused, and turned off the TV before pulling you into his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. He encouraged you to close your eyes, and you happily complied, warmed by his body heat and lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest. Rubbing your back rhythmically, he began singing your favorite song, his clear voice hushed and soothing.

“Jungkook?” You murmured into his shirt after only one verse, already half-asleep.

“Hmm?” He hummed back, pausing his song.

“I really appreciate you taking care of me.” You sighed, your voice fading. “Sorry for being a lousy date. I hope I didn’t ruin your Valentine’s.”

“You could never ruin anything for me.” Jungkook exhaled, his breath tickling your face.

“Okay, good.” You sighed again, sinking deeply into his embrace, your heart full. “Mmm, goodnight, Jungkook. I love you.” You mumbled, your unspoken feelings escaping you just as you drifted off to sleep.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, and his hand froze on your back, but when he noticed your breathing evening out, he relaxed. Tightening his hold on you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too.” Jungkook whispered, relieved to feel the skin beneath his lips was already cooler.

He then closed his eyes, gently resting his head atop yours, and smiled to himself, his heart soaring. He didn’t mind at all that nothing had gone according to his plan. As long as he was with you, he was happy. And though he felt bad that you were sick… he couldn’t deny that tonight had been a truly memorable first date.

And the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had.

[papenniesandbentoboxes]

Joe, barging into Frank's bedroom at 1 am: Dude, you won't believe the mess I made in the garage BUT I did succeed in building my own go cart out of scraps. Also, were you attached to that green sweatshirt in the garage? Haha, I mean, no reason, just wondering. Oh, and another thing before you kick me out, I ate all the popsicles in the freezer so you might want to put that on the grocery list. Oh, and also add, like, those whole carrots. Yeah, I've been craving those. Chet came over a few weeks ago and was talking about his neighbors and their bunnies and how they don't feed them carrots, and for some reason carrots were just stuck in me head, you know? It would be kind of cool to get bunnies. I've always liked them. Maybe Playback could use a bunny friend. It could be like one of those videos that Aunt Trudy is always sharing on Facebook. Anyway, yowza, it's late, so I'm going to bed.

Joe, opening the door again 5 seconds later: And before I forget, I fixed the old typewriter you found in the basement. I thought you'd like it so it's down there if you wanna type up some stuff the old fashioned way. Anyway, night.