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thepaperpanda · 9 months ago

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Get Us Some Chocolate || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble

Summary: It's still hard for Eddie to comprehend how Venom has changed his life, especially since Venom has so many demands

Warnings: none, just Venom being Venom 😁

Word count: 856

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As Eddie sat on the couch, he watched the wall of his apartment. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Previously a successful reporter, now a man with some kind of parasite; it had to be a nightmare! Suddenly, Eddie pinched himself and cursed loudly, "Fuck! No, no, no, this has to be a nightmare!"

Venom did not form himself, he simply tickled Eddie's side twice before stopping.

Eddie shouted, "No! You stop that! You're not real, you're not here. I got into a car accident and I'm in a coma. You are not here!" Eddie was lost in thoughts.

Venom formed his head behind Eddie and touched his bearded cheek with his slick tongue. "We're real, Eddie."

Eddie said, "You're not!" and went to his bedroom. Eddie hid in his bed and said, "I will go to sleep and when I wake up, you won't be there."

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Eddie slowly awoke in the morning and raised his head. "Hello..?" He asked quietly.

In an instant, Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's. "Eddie, how was your night? Because the position you were sleeping in squeezed us. We didn't like it. Now, move your ass to the kitchen, breakfast time is here!" Venom chanted happily.

Brock's head fell back onto the pillow. "You are here, still..." He let out a loud sigh, then his response was, "I don't feel hungry."

As Eddie replied, Venom poked him in the forehead. "But we're hungry. And we want chocolate. Get up, Ed. You gotta look like a human to do some grocery shopping," Venom said, forcing Eddie to rise so quickly that he fell.

"What! How could you even do that to me!? I have food in the fridge and I don't care what you want. I have everything I need in my apartment," Brock grunted in a reply.

Eddie was forced to run to the door and further up the staircase when Venom repeated, "AND WE WANT CHOCOLATE, AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD IN YOUR FRIDGE. WE CHECKED IT LAST NIGHT, IT WAS NOT WORTH OUR TIME AND ATTENTION."

"You stop that now! Look at me! I can't go shopping in my..." Eddie looked down, "Underwear! We are going home and I need to change!"

This was the moment Eddie's neighbor walked out of a flat. A woman closed the door and turned around, improving a purse on her shoulder and froze when she saw Eddie half-naked. Squeaking, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

As Eddie ran to his flat, he locked the doors behind him, pressing his back to the wall nearby. "It's your fucking fault! You can't drag me out of my flat when I'm wearing nothing," he said as he went to his bedroom.

Eddie was fully dressed and ready to go after a few minutes. "Okay, now we can go."

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Eddie walked through the supermarket, looking at the shelves. "I don't really know what I need..." He murmured to himself.

Venom recited happily in man's head, "Milk, two gallons. Orange juice. Bread. Chocolate. Chips. Beer. Chocolate. Chicken. Cucumber. Chocolate. Beer. And more chocolate. And cheese. And fries. Did we mention chocolate?"

"Why do I need so much chocolate? I don't even eat chocolate," Eddie asked as he began to look through the shelves.

"You're a loser, and we want chocolate. If you don't buy us some chocolate, you'll be without liver or kidney. Or both," Venom threatened.

Eddie grunted under his breath, "If you don't stop acting like the prick you really are, you'll be short of chocolate, or you'll be short of host. Or both."

After a few growls, Venom calmed down. It wasn't until he spotted jelly beans. "We want this! Oh, and that minty chocolate too. Oh, and these chocolate bars are delicious, too. Oh, and those pralines! We'll treat you like a king if you buy the pralines, too, Eddie."

Putting everything in a basket and listening to Venom, Eddie said, "Please, don't eat it all at once. Chocolate isn't cheap."

"We'll get you a better paying job soon, don't worry, Eddie," Venom giggled deeply in the man's mind.

Eddie sighed in frustration, "How the hell would you even find me a job? Do you even know what one is?"

"Of course we know, it's a useless thing you keep doing. We'll make you hireable again."

Brock shook his head and laughed, "Yeah. Sure you will."

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Eddie placed bags on the table at home. "Okay... So... You're really here? You're not a dream, right?"

Venom formed his huge face and showed his long fangs; some saliva dripped on the floor as the symbiote smirked widely. As he rested his forehead against Eddie's shoulder, Venom asked, "Do we look like a dream, huh? Feel us. Feel the power we provide you with. You're strong now, feel all these muscles. We'll make you a hero."

"The life with you inside me won't be easy. I mean, my life is different from yours," Eddie laughed softly.

Putting his chin on the man's shoulder, Venom assured, "We'll fit in easily. This will be a fucking amazing experience."

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solomonish · 4 years ago

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How To Keep Your Demon Entertained At A Walmart

Congratulations! You've earned yourself a few demon date days up in the human world! But what's this? You have errands to run? Well, we all know these demons can't function without you for more than five minutes....but an entity that's thousands of years old gets a little bored and restless in the hyper-market wasteland of a Walmart...

Nowdateables: coming soon!

Lucifer

if you don't want him getting passive-aggressive about how you should've done this before he got here (yeesh Lucifer some of us have jobs or responsibilities that we can't shove onto our siblings for a day to see our precious mc) then you better be ready to make conversation

definitely not the type to allow you to even think about sending him off so you can get stuff done. he's not even that bothersome, so he'll get offended if you even think about it, but also wouldn't you rather keep him around to reach the top shelves?

basically if you don’t want to keep Lucifer entertained, you have to be the one he needs to keep entertained

do that thing where you roll around on the cart like a skateboard and he’ll be trying to put a stop to it immediately

put random things in your cart that he knows you don’t need and let him take it out and put it back where it belongs

stare him in the eyes as you put that party size brownie mix in your cart then speed walk away. he will come up from an aisle in front of you and silently pluck the box out and take it back. he will come back to see seven boxes of corn dogs and momentarily considers breaking up with you

does not need a treat as a bribe, but will definitely forgive your antics if you bought something from the bakery to snack on as you go home (especially if you did it without him noticing, considering the eagle eye he’s had to have on your cart the whole time)

just don’t have the nerve to complain about the crumbs in your car after that

Mammon

I would say to ask him to scan the area looking for dropped coins on the floor but he'd probably knock down shelves trying to look beneath them so....maybe don't?

also please keep an eye on him or he WILL be shoplifting. human jail is (probably?) a step up from demon jail but like. let's aim for no jail, ok mammon?

instead, give him a pre-portioned off list and tell him it's like a scavenger hunt. he'll scamper off to explore the walmart and his duty to keeping you happy has like a 70% chance of preventing him from stealing anything too important

make sure the stuff you put on the list is kind of hard to find but not too hard. you wanna keep him occupied without risking him freaking out because he can't find this super specific spice you want

either that or only make a really vague list like. tell him you need bread and he'll stand in the bread aisle trying to remember if you like white bread or whole wheat bread until you come to retrieve him

bring money for a treat. if it's near st patrick's day go in the seasonal aisle and hope they have chocolate gold coins

he's not too hard to deal with, but figuring out what's sneaky enough to put on the list is a chore of its own so going by yourself is less work anyway

Leviathan

taking him to walmart was your final fatal mistake

seriously? he has to go in? you could have just left him in the car!!

you take him intending to have him pick out some normie snacks (since you don't have any limited edition whatever-the-fucks in your house right now) but he looks so uncomfortable you make a detour towards the games

just leave him to play on the trial device and go pick out a few things for him to choose from when you circle back to him

arguable the least stressful trip for you until you have to wade through the pool of kids surrounding him and watching him play when it's time to pay and leave

you won't have to buy him anything but you will have to wait for him to finish the level he's on before he lets you drag him away. and he'll probably complain a little bit in the car about how terrible it was to go in in the first place, which a treat would help minimize.

so i guess just pick your battles with this one?

Satan

satan is a refined individual with startling amounts of self control. he does not need pointed in the direction of the books. he can entertain himself on a grocery run.

point him in the direction of the books anyway

their selection is always small (because it’s a walmart not a bookstore) and half of it is children’s anyway so he’ll probably wander off real quick

satan doesn’t need to be entertained, no, he’s past that. he needs to be kept on a leash

you have no way of knowing where he’ll end up. sometimes he’ll be somewhere that makes sense like in the stationary but sometimes you’ll find him staring at the paint samples like it’s a masterpiece in a museum or over by the fishing hooks reading up about local fish populations and how to get a fishing license and you’re just like “???? i’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes???? don’t give me facts about salmon???”

will ask you why you need to buy tires in the same place you get your food. isn’t that suspicious? what do they specialize in?

answer him only with the word “bargains” and he’ll stop asking once he understands or gets annoyed

you don’t need to buy him a treat unless he finds a book he wants. then come on mc, you dragged him out here and you’re NOT gonna let him get this one thing??

Asmodeus

he's fine with making an errand run with you actually!

he's up on the human world for you baby, just make sure to hold his hand so he feels appreciated

asmo is far too entertained with the concept of a walmart for his own good. don't go with him if you want it to be a quick trip because he'll want to go around the whole store

thinks at first that it's kind of nifty that humans just dump all the things they need in one store but is quickly turned off from the novelty when he realizes how short the distance is between the clothes and the nearest package of raw chicken

even if the selection is small, he will want to spend time in the makeup department. probably goes on rants about how he can’t imagine this quality of product is good for your skin

will still buy nail polish though if you let him

overall? not terrible to have around, but make sure you don’t have anywhere to be in the next hour when you take him

Beelzebub

pack a gallon bag of cheerios like he's a toddler and get ready to fucking book it in and out of there

you know how you should never go grocery shopping when you’re hungry? what were you thinking bringing Beel around??

another brother who’s good for reaching tall shelves if you need it

Beel also has this talent where he can just list off the ingredients you need if you happen to forget your list

if you want, you can distract him momentarily by just throwing out random dishes and he’ll get the ingredients right every time (even though they’re human dishes!!) but you’ll end up giving him like five different cravings by the time you leave

only take him if you want to speedrun grocery shopping, because he will start eating food you haven’t paid for if you take too long

bring extra money for that too, just in case he gets caught :(

Belphegor

bringing belphie to walmart isn't a matter of keeping him entertained moreso than keeping him awake

which you will inevitably fail to do

so even if you only need like three things, get him a cart and let him fall into the basket

he’ll try to stay awake (and he’ll give very self-satisfied grins to the people who stare at him ((and especially the ones who say “wow i wanna do that”))) but he can only fight off his sin for so long

stop by the blankets so he can stuff a few soft things in (bc he’s gotta be uncomfortable cramped in the little basket) and he’ll make himself a tiny nest

the good news is you can put anything on top of him and he won’t complain. just don’t drop any gallons of milk on him or anything that’ll wake him up

go to a self check-out so the employees don’t yell at you

after you put your groceries in your car, just dump his ass on the pavement. he’ll forgive you if you bought him the blankets.

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debbiebeary · 3 years ago

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Disgust and Ecstacey

Hayden’s belly jiggled and wobbled violently in the dim, hippy light of the room. The combination of the incense and marijuana haze made the doughy expanse of his body appear even softer and more rounded. The curtains were slightly drawn and in the light was a smoky beam, the rest of the room was lit by red string lights and a few kitschy lamps.

In Hayden’s chunky arms, arms with those beautiful biceps that mushed up against his moobs into a cellulity pillow, he carried Ben and Jerries, peanut butter sandwiches, and some bananas (hey, digestion is important, ok?)

“Alright little britches” said Hayden, time to get to three hundred!” He said as his uncovered belly, lightly shined with sweat, surged forward even more as he added to the snacks already present on the table (chocolate, korean fried chicken and potato chips).

Dillon laughed.

“Oh come on I only reached two fifty yesterday!”

“Only two fifty!?” Cried a voice from across the swirling aromatic haze.

“Only two fifty?!” He repeated, standing up and revealing his own two hundred seventy pound form, he put his meaty paws onto his lightly dark furred, pear shaped body and gave it a strong jiggle, “That’s forty pounds since you arrived, it’s only been a month and a half! If you keep it up you’ll be bigger than me!”

Dillon looked down at his stretchmark covered gut and heaving moobs, which themselves had stretchmarks emerging near the armpits and also stretchmarks on his biceps too. His growth surely exceeded his own expectations. And it didn’t help that Garry, whom was the coffee shops resident chaser turned chub himself, was always feeding Dillon super creamy specialty coffees free of charge throughout his shift.

“Yeah. Who knows,” he began, a smug grin forming between his fattening cheeks and burgeoning double chin, both beginning to dominate his features even under his thickening beard, “perhaps I will hit three hundred.”

“Well it isn’t a matter of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’. And either way,” Hayden paused to toke the joint he just lit, stifling a cough before he continued, “either way, you gotta eat to make that happen, pig.” And without warning he took a peanut butter sandwich and crammed into an unsuspecting Dillon’s fattening maw. Garry wore a lascivious smirk on his face as he yet again watched Hayden work his gluttonous magic on Dillon.

“Remember!” the three hundred fifty pound blonde stud mumbled after tearing a massive chunk out of his own sandwich, “we match each other bite for bite, no matter what” he continued, swallowing the mouthful into his growling, churning tank, giving it an emphatic slap.

Dillon chewed and swallowed his own mouthful,

“Yes big bear-“

But he was interrupted by Hayden once again plugging his airways with the second half of the sandwich.

Dillon could feel the scale shattering beneath his feet already.

Again and again, handfuls of chocolate brownies, of chips, fried chicken (with an inspired melted Velveeta American cheese dip) were shoved into the awaiting Dillon's mouth by the bronze skinned, blonde haired hunky blob. Though Garry was the bottom, Hayden, a versatile boy who when he was a top, was a very dominant top. This extended to feeding.

Though Hayden was attracted to Dillon, he found force feeding him aggressively to be somehow even more… penetrating. More satisfying than the thought of fucking him ever could be. He was morphing Dillon’s body, potentially towards a permanent absolution. He may never go back to the way he was before the summer began.

Dillon could see the twisted thrill in Hayden’s eyes as he crammed in handful after handful and despite the overstuffed pain in his abdomen he kept opening his mouth, begging again and again for the ruin of his once athletic form.

Hayden had heard tales of the pretentious condescension of Brian. Of his prideful taste in skinny boys, his carbon-copied preferences. In this a dark desire lay, one in which to sever Dillon from his obnoxious fuckbuddy. All he would need were calories and time.

Of which he incidentally had both.

“Damn Hayden, you’re turning him into a blimp!”

“Bwaaap!” Was Hayden’s guttural reply, “ugh, fuck. S’cuse me! Turning myself into a blimp while I’m at it too, don’t ya think Gerry boy?”

Gerry was too busy drooling at them both with big horny puppy eyes to respond, but Hayden’s smile curled with smug deviousness.

Eventually the snacks dwindled until nothing was left and Dillon's already stretchmark laden gut was now bright red and itchy with swelling.

Hayden smacked Dillon’s belly, causing him to wince,

“Fuck!”

“Sorry fatboy, couldn’t help myself, you look like you got a full litter in there.”

“Yeah. A hundred food babies in one. Feel like imma puke.”

Hayden snatched a lit joint that Gerry was enjoying and popped it in Dillon’s mouth, Dillon sucked in frantically,

“Make yourself useful, Gerry. Rub his belly with some of that CBD/tiger balm concoction I made, can’t have him purging all these beautiful calories now can we?”

“N-no sir!” Said Gerry, Gerry always turned into a bitch when Hayden threw his weight around.

“Good boy. Alright Dillon, just hold tight,”

“Uuuuhh. Ok. No I can have that last drumstick then we’re done, I’d rather get this over with and just have some cuddles after.”

“Yeah alright, big dude.”

Hayden let Dillon sink his teeth into the glistening red drumstick, courtesy of the local fried chicken restaurant, Han Ten, Han for the name of the chubby korean bear who owned the pace, ten for ten different glazes. Toasted Perilla, butter honey, spicy, lemon, sweet and sour etcetera. They even had a Ghanaian spicy peanut butter based sauce that was a real zinger. But the one they had was the hybrid honey butter/gochujang ketchup, the K-Supreme with American Cheese Dip, toasted garlic chips and green onions to finish, Dillon’s favourite thing in the world besides Hayden’s succulent puckered-in belly button.

Dillon, after finishing the last bite, let out a rather meaty burp and panted out:

“That’s it, all done…” struggling to breathe, “but it isn’t as bad as last time, uuurap, I’m feeling waaay less sick now, Hayden?”

Hayden was in the kitchen, the fridge door shining it’s menacing white light upon Hayden’s summer- bronzed, food-speckled gut. When Hayden caught Dillon's eye reflected in it was his own evil scheming.

From the glowing gainers bastion of the fridge, like an amulet or treasure of untold power, Hayden withdrew a gallon of chocolate milk.

“Uurp! Fuck, no Hayden that’s pushing it too far! There is no way, mmmlf!”

“Hahaha, you like this funnel? Just got it,” but Dillon managed to spit it out

“Hayden no! Even splitting it it’s way too much for me! I’m too packed!”

Hayden’s face took on a demonic appearance as, with the sun now fully set, the red lights stretched the shadows across his face into l demented forms.

“Whoah, shit this is strong weed.” Dillon suddenly remarked,

“Yeah I cut it with a bit of salvia too, gives everything a nice… twinkle.”

“Well I’m not sure ooouhf!” Hayden shoved the tube back into Dillon's mouth,

“You didn’t let me finish… I’m not splitting this with you, you’re taking ALL OF IT!”

“Whoah, Hayden! You sure? He seems pretty full.”

“He’ll be fine once you get your lips wrapped around his cock, Garry.”

Garry grew quiet.

“RIGHT GERRY!?!”

“Yes sir…”

“Good boy… ok Dillon, open up your throat and GUZZLE! Garry. Uh. Do the same.”

As Garry face planted Dillon’s dick, Dillon was reinvigorated and began to suck down the sweet chocolaty goodness. Garry was a master, sucking Dillon’s meaty head, flicking his slit with his tongue, and deepthroating him like a pro, he never let Dillon get used to his w and was building up to a climax rapidly.

“Yeah you fat fuck, we keep this up you’ll be 400 in no time.”

Dillon moaned. The Gallon was now only half.

“Come on tubbs, you know you want it, you want to beach yourself on the couch and eat and smoke and drink until you’re nothing but a big fat whale.” The gallon was empty but still Dillon sucked on the tube.

“Greedy pig. You still want more?”

withdrawing the tube from Dillon’s mouth, his tortured stomach released a torrent of pressure as Dillon sprayed out a fat wet belch which rolled across the hazy apartment like thunder.

“UUURRRRP!”

In the same moment Hayden, smirking demonically, leaned down and pinched Dillon’s nipple, Dillon convulsed and shot his load, hosing down Garry’s throat with his seed.

“FUUUUCK!” He screamed in agonizing pleasure.

Garry nearly choked on Dillon’s load.

“Holy fuck. Looks like Dillon isn’t the only one that sucked down a gallon of sweet nectar, eh Garry?”

Garry let out a burp of his own before responding.

“I’d say it’s rather more savory but yeah. Basically.”

“Come on, help this fat fuck up, I wanna weigh him.”

“Urrp, fuck guys won’t you give me a second?”

“No fucking way, I wanna see the damage we did, let’s go tubbs!”

After laboring them to the bathroom, they made him stand unaided, swaying dizzily under his own strength after a few minutes of assistance, finally the scale read out its deliberation.

Hayden screamed in disbelief:

“FUCK ME! Two sixty five!?!”

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pikablu410 · 4 years ago

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Baked Goods

The sun was out, a few clouds scattered about, and the wind was at Tim’s back as he walked to a group mate's house on a Saturday afternoon. Tim was a young guy, a junior in high school, and with the physique of one. He was pretty thin, with a bit of muscle from hormones and whatnot. Tim never really prided himself on his body, but he wasn’t really ashamed of it. Plus, he was planning on going to the gym more often during the summer to build some muscle.

Tim was wearing some white sneakers, a black t-shirt, and some jeans. He just got on the first things he saw in his closet, not really bothering to think about his outfit too much since he was just going to see some friends today.

While Tim didn’t have any particularly strong feelings for Josh, the group mate’s house he was walking to, he was forced to work with him since his other friends, Dylan and Austin, had chosen him to work on a group project with them. Josh didn’t live far away from all of them, so they were all able to meet up at his house to work on the project easily and quickly.

Josh was also openly gay, while neither Tim nor his friends working on the project were. Regardless, none of them saw it as an issue since Josh was nice person who everyone just saw as the gay kid at school. Sure, he could be a little too open about his affection towards other guys, fondling their hair and getting a bit too close to them, but he never intended to be weird or harmful. Tim didn’t really care either way since he hadn’t interacted with Josh before, and he didn’t plan on talking to him more after this. This was just a group project; nothing more, nothing less.

Tim walked up the concrete steps to Josh’s house and knocked three times in succession. Quickly afterwards, a bit too quickly for Tim who jumped back when the door suddenly opened, Josh was at the doorstep welcoming Tim inside.

“Hey Tim! Glad to see you got here safe!” Josh kindly sang. He was a person who always put on a joyful front, which was a bit annoying but Tim decided he could deal with it.

“Am I the first one here? There’s no papers out or anything.” Tim observed, walking into the living room where an oak coffee table sat in front of a dark blue, comfy looking sofa.

“Yeah, Austin said he was almost here. I’m not sure where Dylan is, but he hasn’t said he isn’t coming at least!” Josh joked, hoping to brighten the mood. He didn’t know Tim too well, so he was hoping he could strengthen the friendship while he had the chance.

“Oh! I’m trying to get into baking, too. I made some cookies for you guys since we’ll be working on this for a bit!” Josh said, placing down a platter of cookies on the coffee table, as well as a glass of milk.

“Uh, thanks?” Tim said, sitting down on the sofa. He didn’t think this project would take more than an hour, but if Josh wanted to bake he wasn’t going to stop him.

A few minutes passed by with Tim just watching whatever was playing on TV. He had expected either Austin or Dylan to show up at one point, but neither did.

“What’s taking them so long?” Tim thought to himself. He had wanted to finish this early so he could get it out of the way, but it was taking longer than he thought it would have.

The smell of cookies distracted Tim, as they had been sitting out for a while. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but they did smell good. He figured why not, and decided to take a bite out of one of the cookies. They tasted astounding. Despite being out for a good 5 minutes, the chocolate melted in Tim’s mouth. The cookie itself, like the chocolate, also seemed to melt once it hit his tongue. Tim immediately took another bite and quickly finished that cookie before eagerly grabbing another. He remembered the milk and took occasional sips from that as well as he ate the cookies.

Tim ate like a starved man, grabbing cookie after cookie in each hand, stuffing more and more down his gullet like he was insatiable. It wasn’t long before he finished the entire platter, chugging the rest of the milk down as he did so. He let out a small burp before placing the empty glass back on the table and putting his hand on his stomach. It felt a little more bloated than usual, which made sense to Tim as he had just stuffed himself full of cookies. However, it was a weird feeling of squishy flab, and not a taut, bloated feeling he was expecting.

As Tim finished the cookies and was a bit taken back by the results, Josh walked in with a plate full of brownies and a gallon of milk.

“It looks like you enjoyed my cookies! I knew a chubster like you would!” Josh giggled, sitting down next to Tim and jiggling his belly.

Tim just laughed with Josh. He wasn’t really chubby, but he did have a slight belly. He just liked to eat a lot, is all! None of his body jiggled like one would expect an overweight person’s to, so Tim didn’t really see it as an immediate issue. It was recent too, so he knew he could work it off in no time. That’s why he walked over to Josh’s instead of getting a ride, but he regretted that when got he got tired and started to sweat after a minute of walking.

Regardless there was a plate with new baked goods on it, and if they were as good as the cookies Tim knew these would be heavenly. Forgetting about his weight problem for a bit, he dug into the brownies with as much gusto as he had with the cookies, continuing to take sips of the milk as he ate. It was creamy, delicious and helped Tim wash down the food he was eating. And was the food ever good! The brownies lived up to Tim’s expectations and then some! They were dripping with gooey chocolate when he bit into them, and they were just as soft and delicious as the cookies.

Again, as he finished, Tim drank the rest of the milk down. He let out a slightly bigger belch than last time, though it could still barely be called a belch. He set his hand on his stomach again and was confused for a bit when his hand came into contact with his belly much sooner than he had expected.

“You finished the brownies already? Wow, you must sure be hungry, but I guess it makes sense for a guy as big as you to be that hungry.” Josh said as he walked into the living room with two plates of cookies and brownies.

“What do you mean by that?” Tim asked, letting out a sizeable belch afterwards.

“Oh, you know what I mean. Your belly! It’s getting pretty big at this point, I don’t think you can just lose it in a week like you’re saying.” Josh said, rubbing Tim’s belly as he talked, as if to emphasize his point. “It’s even starting to lift your shirt up a bit! How much do you have to eat for that to happen?” Josh half asked, half joked. Tim laughed, though, realizing Josh’s point.

He was getting pretty chubby, his belly emphasizing that. His clothes were pretty tight with his shirt showcasing how large his belly had grown. Tim’s jeans were also being strained by his legs, not to mention his plumpened rear pushing against the back of the jeans. His moobs were almost visible through his tight shirt, too, though if Tim was standing it wouldn’t have been so obvious. And Josh was right, there was a small part of his belly at the bottom of his shirt that was starting to peak through. Tim didn’t really mind, though. He had always been a bit chubby as far as he could remember.

But now that there were plates of cookies and brownies in front of him again Tim’s mind wasn’t focusing on his weight, but rather the cause behind his weight. He started to stuff his gullet with the treats faster than anyone would expect someone of his size to. Still, if anything would cause him to be this eager, it would be good food. Tim ate so fast he was starting to get messy with his food, wanting to devour the tasty treats in front of him instead of monitor his hygiene. He figured no one would mind anyways, since all of the guys in his group were cool with each other.

As gooey chocolate covered the edge’s of Tim’s mouth and chocolate chips fell to the floor, Tim was starting to finish up this next batch of treats. He went to sit back and enjoy the sight of an empty plate, but was surprised to see more cookies and brownies left on the dish. In fact, there looked like there were more than when Josh had left the plates originally. His glass of milk was even full again, too. Tim just shrugged off the eerie occurrence, figuring he had just missed Josh put out more to eat and drink while he was busy eating.

This cycle continued for a bit, with Tim continuing to eat without questioning as to why more food was out for him to eat. However, there came a point where Tim finished all his milk and looked down at the plates to see that nothing was left; Josh hadn’t come to refill them. Tim smiled knowing he could now take a break, leaning back and letting out a big belch.

“I hope you enjoyed the snacks, big boy.” Josh teased as he jiggled Tim’s belly. Tim, again, just chuckled and knew Josh was right.

Tim’s belly lifted up his shirt completely, and it was even starting to show a bit of his moobs too. They wrapped around his body, creating a roll all on their own as well as starting to push Tim’s arms up a bit. Tim’s pants weren’t fairing well either, being pushed to their limits by his thicker thighs that were as wide as a person at a normal weight’s waist. His two, huge globes that made his butt also strained his pants, taking up one entire couch cushion and starting to creep over into the other 2 cushions. Tim’s face wasn’t spared from his weight either, having a second chin as well as cheeks that made him look like there was always food in his mouth.

“I might be big, but you don’t have to keep teasing me about it.” Tim joked, rubbing his belly.

“But if I don’t tell you you’re getting fat, who will?” Josh teased again, slapping Tim’s belly causing it to go into a frenzy of a jiggle.

“Besides,” Josh continued, “I think you like all this weight anyways.” Josh sat down next to Tim and started to stroke his flab. “You could’ve just worked off this weight, but instead you keep putting more and more on.” Josh said seductively, almost as a whisper. He continued to stroke Tim’s fat and jiggle it occasionally. “I remember freshman year, when you were just chubby. Now look at you! You’re definitely fat! How long until I get to tease you for being obese? Maybe I already can do that!” Josh teased some more, jiggling Tim’s right moob to emphasize the point.

As Josh continued his work on Tim, Tim started to feel something under his gut. A longing in his groin that he needed to satisfy. He let out a moan as Josh continued to go over his body, realizing just how big he was. Tim tried to reach under his belly to relieve himself, but he couldn’t get past his big belly.

Josh devilishly smiled watching the horny fat boy try to pleasure himself, only to be denied by what turns him on the most. “Don’t worry chubby, I’ll help.” Josh offered, reaching his hand under Tim’s big belly. Not long after that Tim let out a much louder moan, confirming to Josh that he found what he desired. He slowly jerked the fatty off, dooming him to love his fat even more than before. Tim just let out orgasmic moans, submitting to Josh if only for pleasure.

As it turns out, Tim was quite easy to please as he came shortly after Josh started to jerk him off. “Now that you’ve been taken care of, I hope you’re ready for more treats!” Josh cheered as he cleaned his hand off.

“Yes! Please more!” Tim merely shouted, eager to eat more of whatever Josh baked for him.

This time it turned out to be more brownies and cookies, as well as cupcake and donuts too. If Tim wasn’t so eager to dig in, he would’ve noticed these treats were much larger than before, and larger than any version from any place that sells baked goods. The cookies were at least an inch thick with many more chocolate chips, the brownies looked to be double the width of the cookies, the cupcakes were 5 inches tall with the icing being the same if not larger than the actual cupcakes, and the donuts looked as inflated with fat as Tim did, looking less like rings and more like piles of dough with icing on top of them.

Tim didn’t bother with any of those details though, and just decided to eat what was served to him. He continued to eat as he did before, not caring that he made a mess as he did so. Now, however, with more of his body exposed he was able to get more of the mess on himself instead of his surroundings, though chocolate and icing did spread around Tim too. Icing got around Tim’s mouth, chocolate sauce got in between his moobs and his rolls of fat and crumbs accumulated nearly everywhere on him -- even in his bellybutton!

Tears could be heard as the boy continued to gorge, his clothes becoming a thing of the past. Tim also didn’t bother to notice that the treats never dwindled in amount, as he was too busy focusing on which he would eat next to care if he was close to running out. He never was in danger of running out, though, as there seemed to be an endless supply of the treats for him to eat! If Tim knew this, he would’ve been ecstatic about it, but the piggish boy was too busy stuffing himself to gluttony and back to care.

As Tim continued his pig out, he was started to let out more belches as he ate. It was as if whenever he took a break to take a long sip of milk he would let out a loud, long belch. Of course, the glass of milk was larger than it had originally been, but the size of Tim’s belch couldn’t have simply been caused by drinking more milk. That wasn’t to mention his farts, which started to ramp up the more he ate. He was letting out more and more gas the more treats that got in his tummy, and he seemed to be enjoying it all. His love for fat seemed to be leaking into all these other traits, so the more he ate the more he desired for, well, more!

Sadly for Tim, when he went to grab more treats his chubby palm found nothing but empty ceramic. He had finally eaten all his treats up! And, as if on cue, Josh came in to check on the boy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you would eat all of my baking, but I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much you fatso!” Josh joking, giving a slap to Tim’s gut, causing Tim to let out a humongous belch. He also giggled a bit, but more at his belch than Josh’s joke about his weight.

“God you’re huge, I mean just look at you!” Josh said, acting astounded.

“Yeah, I know. I’m pretty fucking fat!” Tim stated, almost as if he was proud of the fact.

And Tim was actually pretty fat. His stomach was so huge that none of his shirts fit completely over it and usually he just didn’t put on a shirt, like he was doing now. He figured his friends wouldn’t care if he was shirtless. Besides, he hadn’t come over to Josh’s house for anything major, right? He had somehow forgotten why he was at Josh’s place. It was probably just to taste test Josh’s food, since Josh knew he loved to eat tons.

Tim’s moobs sat atop his big belly, almost as if they were being shelved there. They were each the size of a grapefruit, with his nipples erect from how big he was. Tim tried to grasp them in his hands, but he couldn’t quite get all of his moob in one hand, just showing how big they were.

His legs were incredibly thick too, now being as thick as tree trunks at the thinnest part, and being incomparably wide at the wider parts--namely where his thighs and butt met. However, his pants were tough enough to stay on, though there were many rips on the jeans. Tim figured having some pants on was better than having no pants on, even if his rear was almost completely visible because of how much the back of his pants were torn. Speaking of his rear, Tim’s butt cheeks were each the size of an exercise ball and were starting to creep into the adjacent couch cushions. They jiggled like mad whenever he let out gas, and that jiggling only encouraged Tim to be gassier, as the feeling brought great pleasure to him.

Tim’s face looked like it was inflated, with his cheeks being jiggly sacks that looked like they were filled with lard. His chins, totaling in three, were hanging down from his face, causing it to be difficult to look down towards his belly. Tim didn’t mind, though, as they reminded him of how big he was.

Speaking of Tim’s affection for his fat, Tim’s hardness in his crotch hadn’t gone away since Josh had pleasured him moments earlier. Which was weird, because from what Josh had heard from the big boy while he was eating had suggested he came multiple times while he ate. Either his libido was that strong or Josh misunderstood, but judging by how loud Tim’s moans were when he was eating Josh was assuming the prior.

“Where’s more food? I’m hungry.” Tim asked demandingly as he rubbed his huge belly, letting out a fart as he did so.

Josh laughed, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” He walked into the kitchen and brought back a sight that made Tim’s huge body jiggle up and down with excitement.

On the plate was a towering cake, covered in icing-both vanilla and chocolate-as well as chocolate fudge which oozed from each layer down to the next. Before Josh could even say “Dig in” Tim was already attacking the cake with his bare hands, not really caring that a fork and a knife were on the table in front of him. To him, eating with his bare hands was the fastest way the food would get in his stomach, so he didn’t care that it was also the messiest way to get the food in him.

Chocolate covered Tim’s hands and the edges of his mouth as he feasted on the cake. It had to be almost twice the size of a wedding cake, but Tim acted like it was completely normal. That, or he didn’t care that the cake was huge, just that he was hungry. It was probably the latter, because he got chocolate and icing all over his hands, which got all over his belly when he went to go rub his stomach while eating.

What Tim also didn’t notice is that the huge cake wasn’t really diminishing in size. Much like his last gorge on the plates of baked goods, the cake still seemed like it had been untouched by Tim. Though, much like with the previous meal, Tim didn’t notice and just ate to his heart’s content. He cared more about getting the food in him than how much of it was left.

As Tim ate, the sensation under his gut started to be less cyclical, with ups and downs of the feeling, and more of a constant pleasure. He felt like he needed to be constantly pleased, his appetite for food only fueling this desire, ironically enough.

His gas also became constant, and the boy started to sweat a lot more too. It was most likely from all the weight on his body, but there was no denying it was a bit excessive. Drips of salty exhaustion went in between his fat folds, fell off his arms and swam down his body to his thickened thighs.

After what seemed like an eternity, but hadn’t actually been more than half an hour, Tim had finished the cake. Just like with the rest of his meals he let out a belch, but this belch was something more than the other ones that had preceded it. This belch shook the entire house, and Tim’s body for a good few seconds with it.

“Seems like you enjoyed the cake, huh piggy?” Josh teased Tim, slapping his fat which caused some of the sweat to fly off the Tim’s entire body to jiggle vigorously.

“Yeah!” Tim started, his statement interrupted by a fart he laughed at. “I want more! I’m so hungry!” The boy whined, jiggling his body in frustration.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never be underfed while you’re here. But I have a surprise for you, it’s upstairs though, do you think your huge body can make it?” Josh asked, though he was still poking fun at Tim.

Tim was never really known for his movement. He barely left the house unless it was for a good reason. And his size was a testament to that. He had a gut that went down to his knees when he stood up, and when he was sitting it still went to his knees! It jiggled at the slightest movements, and with how gassy Tim was known to be it was almost constantly jiggling. Tim enjoyed the feeling though, as if it was a constant, subtle tickle, so he was pretty gassy a majority of the time.

On top of his belly sat two moobs that outclassed any woman’s breasts you’d ever seen. Tim liked to grope them as he ate, which resulted in them getting even messier than they usually would be. They sank under his arms, due to how big they had gotten, and his nipples were constantly erect with how much Tim loved to eat. Tim’s arms were quite thick, too, being twice the size of a normal person’s waist. Tim didn’t move them much other than to eat, though, and he was starting to get thoughts of asking people to feed him since he didn’t want to use all the work to move his arms to eat.

If his arms were thick, then his legs were enormous. They were spread halfway onto the other couch cushions, making it difficult for anyone else to sit on the couch besides Tim. Tim’s legs almost held all of his belly when he sat, but a bit of the edge sank off. Even still, they could hold a dozen kids and still have a bit of room left over. The didn’t look suitable to moving, but Tim wasn’t doing much of that normally anyways. He had gotten a ride over to Josh’s house, after all.

Tim’s face was also filled with fat. His cheeks were starting to mess with his eyesight, and he had 3 rings of chins going around his face when he sat down. He didn’t seem to mind, even if it caused him to be even messier as a result.

“You’ll need to help me...up there.” Tim panted out, trying to get up on his own.

Josh went over to Tim and helped the blobby boy up, with Tim letting out a fart as he got up. He laughed a bit and then placed his arm around Josh’s neck so he could be supported. Then, slowly but surely, the two started to walk upstairs. Well, Tim waddled, but that was besides the point. Tim was already drenched in sweat by the time he was at the stairs, and he was sounding like he was out of breath too.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there. And it’ll be worth it too!” Josh encouraged, which helped Tim lift his his huge up each stair. He was struggling a bunch, but the promise of something great encouraged the greedy glutton further.

Once Tim was upstairs, Josh led him to a bedroom and opened the door. What he saw at first shocked him

“Tim!” A hugely fat blob cheered out, jiggling a ton as a result. He looked to be around the same size as Tim and munching on some donuts while watching some mindless show on the flat screen TV to the right of the king sized bed he was on.

“Aren’t you glad to see Austin, Tim?” Josh asked, though he had a sinister tone behind his question.

Tim’s brain was wracked with questions. How did Austin get here? Was he always so big? What was even happening today and why was his memory so fuzzy?

Josh noticed Tim’s confusion and decided to clear it all up.

“Doesn’t he look so sexy?” Josh asked, but it was more of a suggestion than anything.

Tim, who was once wrought with worry, now looked like he was going to drool over his best friend. “Yeah...he’s so big and hot.” Tim mumbled out.

Josh had to stop himself from laughing and helped move Tim onto the bed. Again, it was a struggle, but Tim managed to fall onto the bed. Josh then shoved Austin onto his stomach, who continued eating his donuts in front of him. By some instinct, Tim knew what he wanted to do and started to maneuver his way towards his knocked-over friend. After a few seconds, Tim had inserted himself into Austin, who gasped at the sudden feeling. He kept eating, though, while Tim started to fuck him.

As Tim continued to have sex with his best friend, memories started to flood back to him for seemingly no reason. He remembered that he actually lived here, because no one could handle Tim and Austin’s appetites besides Josh, and that their families had kicked them out because they ate so much. And Tim realized Austin was actually his boyfriend, who he loved dearly. Him being huge was an added bonus, with Tim realizing how much he loved fat while memories came back to him. He loved being huge, just being able to eat, and having no responsibilities. Tim thought he was forgetting something, however. Like a responsibility he had to complete for some reason. As he came into Austin, however, he quickly forgot about it. He never had any responsibilities. Just eat, grow and have sex with his beautiful boyfriend Austin. He sat back, the bed drenched in sweat now, let out a huge belch and decided to eat and watch whatever was on TV with Austin.

Downstairs, there was a knock at the door.

“Ah, Dylan! Tim and Austin said they’d be here soon. Would you like to try out my baking in the meantime, though?” Josh asked.

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays (Chapter 7)

Happy Halloween!

Warning: Minor burns

Chapter 6 | Masterlist | Chapter 8

V- (8:04 AM) Happy first day of Halloween!

L- (8:05 AM) Virgil, it’s October 1st. Halloween isn’t for another 30 days.

V- (8:05 AM) We must be celebrating different holidays. Halloween lasts from October 1st to October 31st. For the entire month, you watch cheesy Halloween movies and decorate your home in black, purple, and orange. Spiders and bats become your daily esthetic. There are no exceptions to this rule.

P- (8:06 AM) I have arachnophobia and most of our decorations are green. Is that alright, Kiddo?

V- (8:06 AM) … There is one exception.

L- (8:07 AM) This is preposterous.

R- (8:07 AM) Calm down, Specs. Let our Dark and Stormy Knight have his holiday. We don’t want another incident of Pi Day, do we?

V- (8:08 AM) What happened on Pi Day?

P- (8:08 AM) Logan wanted to spend the day memorizing as many digits of Pi as possible. Roman told him that Pi day was only for baking pies. Logan decided to etch as many digits of pi as he could fit into the crust of a pie before baking it. Sadly, baking isn’t Lolo’s exPIEtise.

R- (8:09 AM) He almost burnt the house down. It was hilarious.

L- (8:09 AM) I will back down from this argument, if only to preserve my dignity. Since you decided to text us at 8 AM, I assume that you have plans to celebrate your “first day of Halloween?”

V- (8:10 AM) Yep. I’ve got my Scooby-Doo VHS tapes, an entire gallon of iced coffee, and enough decorations to cover every square inch of my house. Life is good.

R- (8:11 AM) Wait which tapes?

V- (8:11 AM) Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, and Cyber Chase. The 4 best Scooby-Doo movies to ever exist.

R- (8:12 AM) Now I REALLY wanna watch Scooby-Doo

V- (8:12 AM) What’s stopping you?

L- (8:12 AM) The desire to have a stable income

R- (8:13 AM) I’m starring as Van Helsing for our theatre’s production of Dracula. I’ve got rehearsals and performances almost every night.

V- (8:13 AM) Sorry. I’ll watch it in your stead.

R- (8:14 AM) Gee, how thoughtful of you

(October 8th)

L- (2:32 PM) Virgil, did you seriously buy MORE chocolates?

V- (2:32 PM) Do you like them?

L- (2:32 PM) That’s not the point.

L- (2:33 PM) This is the 7th set of sweets you’ve sent us in the past 8 weeks. First of all, this is extremely unhealthy. Second of all, how much money have you spent on these? Third of all, you tend to send chocolates specifically when you’re planning something that we disapprove of. So what, pray tell, are you planning this time?

V- (2:34 PM) Wow, I didn’t realize you were keeping track of that.

L- (2:34 PM) I keep track of everything. Quit ignoring the questions.

V- (2:35 PM) Okay. First of all, if they make you happy it doesn’t matter. Second of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter. Third of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter :)

L- (2:35 PM) …

V- (2:35 PM) Besides, you wouldn’t want me to STOP sending you sweets, would you?

L- (2:36 PM) … Curse you and your knowledge of my sweets addiction.

V- (2:36 PM) :)

(October 15th)

L- (5:47 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (5:48 PM) Hm?

L- (5:48 PM) DID YOU SERIOUSLY TP OUR HOUSE?!?!?

V- (5:49 PM) You have no proof

L- (5:50 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of a door. There is a square of TP taped to the door, the words “VIRGIL WAS TOTALLY NOT HERE” written in sharpie]

V- (5:50 PM) See? I was totally not there.

V- (5:51 PM) And I sent you pre-apology chocolates, so you can’t get mad!

L- (5:52 PM) I CAN STILL GET MAD

V- (5:52 PM) NO YOU WON’T OR I’LL STOP GETTING YOU CHOCOLATES

L- (5:53 PM) YOU WOULDN’T

V- (5:53 PM) TRY ME BITCH

R- (5:55 PM) I don’t know WHAT you did, but Logan called me, screeched your name, and hung up. Keep up the good work, storm cloud ;)

(October 22nd)

V- (3:42 PM) Hey Pat?

P- (3:42 PM) What’s up, Kiddo?

V- (3:42 PM) You bake, right?

P- (3:43 PM) It would be very hard to run a bakery if I couldn’t, Kiddo!

V- (3:43 PM) True

V- (3:43 PM) So what do you do if your cookies catch on fire?

P- (3:43 PM) WHAT

V- (3:44 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of an oven. The door is open, and inside is a tray of Pillsbury ghost sugar cookies. They are all on fire]

P- (3:44 PM) PUT IT OUT

V- (3:44 PM) HOW

P- (3:45 PM) DON’T YOU HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!

V- (3:45 PM) WON’T THAT RUIN THE COOKIES?

P- (3:45 PM) THOSE COOKIES ARE GONERS. ACCEPT YOUR LOSS

V- (3:46 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of the same oven. The door is still open, yet the entire inside of the oven is covered in foam]

V- (3:46 PM) Now what?

P- (3:46 PM) First of all, turn off the oven.

V- (3:47 PM) Done

P- (3:47 PM) Okay. Now answer me this: HOW THE FUDGE DID YOU MANAGE TO CATCH PREMADE SUGAR COOKIES ON FIRE???

V- (3:48 PM) I DON’T KNOW! I JUST PUT THEM IN THE OVEN AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ON FIRE

L- (3:48 PM) Are you alright, Virgil? Did you sustain any burns or other injuries?

P- (3:48 PM) HOLY STARS I SHOULD’VE ASKED! ARE YOU OKAY VIRGIL?

V- (3:49 PM) I’m fine. I burned my wrist but it’s not that bad.

L- (3:49 PM) Will you please send a picture of your injury?

V- (3:49 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of a left hand. The hand is long, slender, and pale. The nails are long and painted black with cat noses and whiskers. The person’s wrist has a minor burn wound, around the size of a golf ball]

L- (3:50 PM) You are correct, Virgil. It appears to be a minor burn, no need to contact the hospital. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you tend to your burn at your earliest convenience.

P- (3:50 PM) Go wrap up that burn, kiddo! Make sure you add burn cream, too!

P- (3:51 PM) AND OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR NAILS! They’re PAWsitively PURRfect!

L- (3:51 PM) Please stop

P- (3:52 PM) Alright. Wouldn’t wanna have a CATastrophe, would we?

L- (3:52 PM) Please. I beg of you.

V- (3:53 PM) Okay, all patched up. What do I do about my cookies?

L- (3:53 PM) Make sure your oven has fully cooled down before attempting to clean it.

P- (3:54 PM) AND DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN, MISTER!

P- (3:54 PM) You nearly gave me a heart attack!

V- (3:55 PM) Sorry, won’t happen again.

L- (3:55 PM) I assume that this means you will be buying post-apology sweets? I assure you that it is unnecessary, Virgil. Your health and safety are more important than confectionaries.

L- (3:57 PM) Virgil?

L- (3:57 PM) Please refrain from buying more sweets.

L- (3:58 PM) I’ve already gained 3.4 pounds alone from these “Gifts”

V- (3:58 PM) Too late, already bought them

P- (3:58 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

P- (3:59 PM) And Lolo, don’t blame V on your weight gain. I know Ro’s not the only one sneaking whole jars of jelly from the cabinets at night.

L- (3:59 PM) Virgil, how much are you spending on these sweets?

V- (4:00 PM) Would it help if I said that I get a discount since I purchase chocolates almost weekly?

L- (4:00 PM) VIRGIL

V- (4:01 PM) :)

R- (6:58 PM) Why does all the interesting stuff happen while I’m at work?

V- (6:59 PM) Get wrecked Princey

R- (6:59 PM) :(

V- (7:00 PM) Don’t worry I got you sweets too

R- (7:00 PM) :)

(October 24th)

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:33 PM) Did you get your sweets? Send me a pick! I didn’t get to see the end result

P- (2:33 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of three vases, each of different colors. The light blue vase is filled with tulips made of white chocolate. There are also chocolate-covered straberry and a giant chocolate lollipop with the words “I appreciate you a chocoLOT!” The red vase is filled with milk chocolate roses and another chocolate lollipop that says “Good luck slaying Vampires!” The navy blue vase is the most elaborate (probably just to mess with Logan). It’s filled with dark chocolate tulips AND roses, with a whole jar of crofters nestled into the middle of the bouquet. It’s lollipop reads “Weight and Cost are just #s!”]

P- (2:34 PM) These are ADORABLE, Virgil!

L- (2:34 PM) How much did you spend on this, Virgil?

V- (2:34 PM) Did you not read your lollipop?

V- (2:35 PM) Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t buy the chocolates if I couldn’t afford them :)

L- (2:35 PM) My digestive system can’t afford them.

V- (2:36 PM) Well I couldn’t give you pre-apology chocolates so I had to give you epic post-apology chocolates.

P- (2:37 PM) Well, I cannot wait to eat these! Seriously, I’ve already eaten half a tulip. And these vases will look so pretty holding ACTUAL flowers! Thank you so much, V! But remember, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need apology sweets!

V- (2:38 PM) I know, but it’s comforting to know that there’s at least ONE way I can interact with you guys beyond texting. I’m sorry that I’m still not comfortable talking face-to-face yet.

P- (2:38 PM) That’s completely fine, Kiddo! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

L- (2:39 PM) I agree.Though I still do not see the purpose of excessive spending on our behalf.

R- (2:39 PM) Well I find it extremely thoughtful, storm cloud. I would type an entire ballad of how caring and kind you are, but I must get back to work. I shall speak with you tonight, fair raven.

V- (2:40 PM) Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me.

(October 31st)

L- (10:17 AM) How are you feeling about your “final day of Halloween,” Virgil?

V- (10:18 AM) Incredibly depressed

P- (10:18 AM) Aww. Why’s that, Kiddo?

V- (10:19 AM) You guys know how I travel around with my friends, right?

V- (10:19 AM) Well apparently we have to travel out today. We won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

R- (10:20 AM) I’m deeply sorry, my precious stormcloud. If I may ask, why do you have to travel tonight?

V- (10:20 AM) My friends like to go to parties out of town, and I go to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

P- (10:21 AM) I’m sorry you have to miss Halloween, Kiddo. I know how much you were looking forward to it.

V- (10:22 AM) I’m still gonna wear my costume. Just because I can’t celebrate at home doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate at all.

L- (10:22 AM) What costume have you decided to wear?

V- (10:23 AM) [*Photo attachment*]

[Photo is the bottom half of someone’s face. They’re smiling, with black lipstick and fake Vampire teeth. There’s red liquid running down their chin.]

P- (10:23 AM) That looks FANGtastic, Virgil!

L- (10:23 AM) I hope you have an amenable experience at the party, Virgil.

R- (10:24 AM) I agree! You look amazing and I hope you enjoy the party, storm cloud. Do not worry, I will watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in your stead!

V- (10:25 AM) Wow I feel so grateful

R- (10:25 AM) :)

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yunggumii · 5 years ago

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I would like to req: trying to cook new dishes with Bokuto because you’re bored in quarantine. Can be headcanon/fic/whatever style of writing works 🥺🥺

omg thanks so much for the req !! i didn’t expect it to be nearly 2k words but this made me so happy while writing it oh gosh ٩( ᐛ )و i hope you enjoy !!

cooking with bokuto🍽

bokuto x gn!reader

summary: with everything being closed due to the current pandemic, you and bokuto decide to have some fun in the kitchen :D

includes: fluff & light cursing

wc: 1.743K

one-shot below the cut

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“Kou, I’m hungry.”

You yawn out as you stretch. Since quarantine started, things have been fairly quiet; all schools and their extra curricular activities have been postponed until further notice, so the time you would normally waste sitting in dull classes and watching late night practices, has instead been spent relaxing with your boyfriend.

“Wanna go get McDonald’s or something?”

Bokuto suggests, sitting up beneath you. You’ve done nothing all day, except for cuddling on the couch and binge-watching children’s movies with him, yet that stir crazy feeling kept nagging you like a bug bite.

“Nah, I was thinking of actually cooking something for once. Constant consumption of fast food has been proven to negatively effect your health.”

You proclaim in an informing tone; he lets out a chuckle, patting the top of your head, “Okay, okay, Dr. [L/N], how does oven pizza sound?”

You shake your head, “I said make something, like, homemade.”

Bokuto chuckles once more, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you tight, “Oh, you meant that kind of homemade! Which recipe do you have in mind?”

With the sudden abundance of free time, you spent most of your days scouring the internet for fun tasks to do during this time off. The one that stood out the most was cooking; there were so many different meals to create and jazz up with your own pizazz, so you decided that’s exactly what you were going to do.

“How do crêpes sound?”

“Skinny pancakes?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response, “Yes, Bokuto, we’re going to make skinny pancakes.”

You get up from the couch and head into the kitchen, excited to actually do something productive.

“Make sure you wash your hands, babe.”

You announce as you walk over to the sink, pushing the handle up and pumping soap onto your palms. After the suds nearly coated the entirety of your hands, you rinsed them under the warm water and dried them off with a towel. The recipe was already on your phone, so you head over to the pantry to grab the proper ingredients with your device in hand.

Most of the dry ingredients like flower, salt and sugar were always available, since you rarely ever used them. You placed the bags onto the counter and walked to the fridge, opening it slowly. You thought there would be nothing in there, but to your surprise, there was nearly a full carton of eggs, 2 whole sticks of butter, and half a gallon of milk remaining, so you pulled them out, placed them next to the other ingredients and grabbed a mixing bowl and measuring cups.

You look up from your phone only to see an empty couch.

“Kou?”

You call out, slightly confused. He was literally right over there. Just as you were about to go look for him, Bokuto slides into the kitchen, clearly holding something behind his back.

“Y/N! Guess what I found!”

You giggle, amused by his excitement.

“What is it?”

He slowly pulls out an apron and a chef hat.

“Ta-da! Matching cooking attire!”

He puffed out his chest, standing proud as a wide grin appears on his face, “I know, I know. Thank me later.” He says as he placed them on the counter.

You smile warmly. I don’t remember ever buying that stuff.

“Aw, babe, those are so cute!”

A few minutes of arguing about who gets to wear the hat passes by; now you can finally start preparing the batter.

“Stop pouting, Bokuto. You look adorable in that apron!” You cooed, rolling up your sleeves and adjusting the big, white hat that sat upon your head. The apron he was sporting was decorated with little crowns, an assortment of jewels, the words “Queen of the Kitchen” near the chest and a strip of black lace lining the hem.

“Whatever.”

He growls, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Okay!” you say with a wide smile, clasping your hands together, “Let’s get cooking!”

You pour a cup of the flower into the mixing bowl, along with 2 eggs.

“Hey, babe, can you start pouring the milk and water while I stir?”

You ask whilst batting your eyelashes. Bokuto was still a bit salty about the apron fiasco, but caved in almost instantly when he saw your cute expression.

“How much does it call for?” He asked, spinning the cap off the gallon of milk.

“Um, lemme check.”

You shift your gaze from the bowl to your phone and look for the liquid’s measurements.

“Half a cup for each.”

He nods, his determination setting in.

“Gotcha!”

You start to mix the flower and eggs while Bokuto pours the milk in first, then the water. The butter, salt and sugar were slowly added in after, until everything was finally in the bowl. Although the batter was fairly thin in consistency and didn’t require much energy to combine, you started to work up a sweat.

“Wow, laying around all day and not exercising has really gotten to me.” You huff out, wiping the thin layer of sweat off your brow.

Without a word, Bokuto steps behind you, placing his hand on top of the one you were using to hold the bowl, and the other on the one that was mixing; they were warmer, rougher, and much larger than yours.

“Let me help you with that, baby.”

He offered, the vibration of his words tingling down your spine.

You let out a soft giggle as a small smile grew across your face.

“Thanks, Kou, you’re too kind~”

After all of the ingredients were well combined, it was time to actually cook.

You set the frying pan on top of the stove, coating the surface with some oil and turning on the flame. Taking 1/4 of a cup of batter, you pour it into the pan and try your best to evenly spread it around by tilting the pan itself until the entire top was covered. After the first side was fully cooked, you scrape the edges of the crêpe to make the flipping process easier.

“Babe, can you start cutting the strawberries and bananas, please?”

You ask, focusing more on speaking than the current task at hand; just then, you felt a burning sensation on the tip of your finger which caused you to jump back, sucking in a sudden quick breath.

“Shit!”

“What happened, Y/N? Are you okay?”

Bokuto asked, a concern expression plastered upon his face as he rushed over to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a light surface burn.”

He immediately reaches for the wounded finger, slowly bringing the digit up to his lips and placing a light kiss on the tip.

“Does it feel better now, babe?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter; that was too fucking precious.

“Yes, thank you, Bokuto.”

He smiled, pecking the top of your forehead.

You resume flipping the crêpe in the pan, hoping it wasn’t burnt; you let out a sigh of relief. Thank god it wasn’t.

After 10 minutes of pouring and flipping, the base of the dish was finished; Bokuto finished cutting the fruit about the same time you did, so it was finally time to eat. You took two of the warm crêpes, and Bokuto took three.

“Man, I’m starving. These smell amazing, Y/N!”

You giggle, a light blush dusting the tip of your cheeks and ears.

“Thanks for your help, Kou!”

“Anything for my little baby cakes.”

He cooed, a wide grin painted across his face as he scratched the back of his head; he loved being praised, especially when it was coming from you. Even if it was a simple task like pouring milk and water into a bowl, or cutting fruit, he was still very happy to be of assistance.

“Okay, let’s start the fun part!”

You grab a handful of strawberries, sprinkling them on top of the first crêpe and folding the corners around the fruit. On the second crêpe, you decided to mix it up and put blueberries and bananas on the inside.

You gasp, remembering something important.

“Do we have chocolate sauce?”

Bokuto looks up from his creation, which was a disaster. A pile of bananas, strawberries and blueberries stretched the “skin” of the crêpe, tearing where it was being pulled a little too taut.

“Uh, it should be in the fridge.”

You rush over to the fridge, practically swinging the door open. You spotted the chocolate, and a can of whipped cream; double win. You skip back over to your crêpe, popping the cap and drizzling the sauce and whipped cream over the tops. After stepping back and admiring your masterpiece, you head to the silverware drawer and grab two forks and two knives.

“Okay, time to finally eat!”

You cut a small portion off, sticking it into your mouth; the crêpe was warm and chewy. Pairing it with the slightly non-ripened strawberries and toppings added the perfect amount of sweet and sour. Bokuto, on the other hand, practically shoveled half the damn thing in his mouth, chocolate sauce dribbled out from the corner of his mouth.

You shake your head, laughing.

“You’re such a messy eater, babe.”

“No, m noth!”

He says, his mouth still very full of crêpe. You laugh even more, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You should see yourself right now. You look like a chipmunk!”

He furrowed his brow, his cheeks puffing out as he chewed the food quickly. He never noticed the sauce nearly dripping off his chin, so you took a napkin and wiped it for him.

“I could have done that myself, y’know.”

”Yeah, but I wanted to do it.”

He lets out a playful sigh of defeat, now eating his crêpe in smaller bites.

After you both finished eating, you brought your plate to the sink and turned on the water. Bokuto nearly jumped out of his chair, rushing over to you.

“I have clean up duty, babe.”

You turn to look at him with a slightly confusion expression.

“We both did the same amount of work, though. Shouldn’t we split it up?”

“Nope! You got hurt, remember? You need to rest.”

You giggle, hugging Bokuto as you peck him on the lips, the chocolate flavor still lingering.

“Alright, Kou. I’ll go rest.”

He smiles, returning the exchange.

“Good. We can watch more movies when I finish, okay?”

You nod happily, squeezing him tight, his sent flooding to your nostrils.

“Sounds like a plan, babe~”

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alicepink-me · 5 years ago

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The New Guardian

New story idea I’m trying. I thought of this back in October and have been writing it since then. It’s very different from my past works and I’ve added a lot of characters and plots that are completely my own. I love reviews and comments. I’ll be posting updates daily.

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

Chapter 1: A New Visitor

Years after obtaining the Ladybug miraculous, defeating Hawkmoth, and graduating high school, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is now 21 and has her own apartment away from her family. While facing several enemies over time, Marinette has also served as guardian of the miraculous, a replacement for Master Fu.

Her apartment was dreary with a dark color scheme and lonely feeling. It was only one room, which had her bed and dresser, a kitchen, living room area and a bathroom off to the side. Marinette laid on her bed, scrolling through her phone, all the kwamis floating around her.

"Hmm." Her thumb slid across the screen. "What do you guys want for dinner?"

"Something sweet." Pollen answered.

"Something spicy." Trixx said.

"Definitely chocolate. Anything chocolate." Duusu squealed.

Marinette rolled off her bed and headed to the kitchen. "Let me see what I have first." She opened the fridge and released a breath. There was only a few ingredients on the shelves, three eggs, and a half gallon of milk. "Not much to work with." She mumbled.

"You don't need to cook us anything, Marinette." Tikki said. "We'll be okay."

"It's fine. I don't mind cooking and if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to talk to you guys." Marinette denied. Tikki sighed. "Since I'm not wearing all of the miraculous, I have to feed you all regularly." She pulled out the milk and poured a glass. "It's not a big deal, so I'll just go to the store."

"Maybe you could invite Alya over." Tikki suggested, flying in front of her. "You haven't hung out with her much since high school."

"I can't do that, Tikki. I have you guys to think of first." She took a sip.

"We can go back in the miracle box for the time being." Tikki replied. "There's nothing to worry about, so surely you can invite your friends over from time to time."

"Yes." Sass slurred. "We'll stay quiet and hidden."

"No need to." Marinette walked back to her bed and grabbed her phone. "As part of being a guardian, I have to focus on the miraculous first and that means no one, but me enters this apartment. No one can even see the box, let alone you guys. It's the least I can do for Master Fu. No friends, no boyfriends, not even family can come in here. It must stay private or else I've failed as a guardian."

"But you still have a life to live, Master." Nooroo advised. "Your job is sacred to us and many others, but it does not take away your humanity."

She grabbed her keys and purse. "I'm an adult now and I have my responsibility to you guys above all else. My high school friends are a close third and my family is put second after you." Marinette made excuses. "Besides, I'd only be lying to them. I could never tell my family or friends anything. The only person I could ever be almost completely honest with was . . . "

"Chat Noir." Tikki finished.

"Yeah . . . " She replied, staring into space.

"Why don't you call him?" Wayzz asked.

Marinette inhaled sharply, dropping her keys. She looked forward in a daze before reaching down to pick them up. "No."

"Aw, but you two were so cute." Duusu cheered. "He was always planning things for you two; all of his gestures. It was so romantic!"

"Chat Noir doesn't love me, Duusu." Marinette stared down.

"Sure he does." Pollen insisted. "After all these years, he only wants you."

"He has a girlfriend last I heard." Marinette stated, playing with her keys. "Chat Noir moved on awhile ago, so I'm sure he's forgotten all about me by now."

"But you still love him." Tikki countered.

"I can't tell him that, Tikki." Marinette turned around. "After every rejection and temper tantrum I threw over his romantic gestures . . . it's not right and it never will be." She paused. "How could I even do that? I won't . . . put him through any pain again. I don't deserve him at this point, so I'll just have to get over him."

"But why?" Fluff asked. "Everything would be so much easier. I couldn't imagine him denying you and it's not a crime to love."

"It's not l-" She stopped herself. "It's too late in my life for this. I need to move on and focus on other things. Not everyone went through three and a half years of guardianship training, so my future is set in stone. I've made my choices."

"How do you know he's made his? How do you know he's given up?" Ziggy questioned. "You only see each other every once in awhile now that Hawkmoth isn't in the picture anymore. Maybe you've forgotten his ways. When was the last time you saw him exactly?"

"Um . . . three months ago." She shifted her weight. "At a store robbery."

"You could use a refresher. Suppressing your memories because of your feelings is weakening your partnership." Pollen informed, flying in front of her face. "Call him." She ordered.

"How about I get to the store?" Marinette headed to the door, ignoring them. "Tikki." She called.

Tikki flew in her purse and the others stayed behind. Marinette closed the door behind her and locked it. She sighed and closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe.

. . .

Marinette walked down the sidewalk towards the store. She continued to type the rest of her shopping list as she walked before bumping into someone.

She looked up. "Sorr-" She stopped. Everyone around her had stopped on the sidewalk staring at the road. Marinette put her phone away and moved to the edge. A bright, dark orange line was painted along the road. She bent down and ran her fingers over it. The mark was made of some sort of dust. It stained her fingers. "What the?"

"This is Nadia Chamack, bringing you the latest news." The reporter began. Marinette moved towards her. "Parisians left their homes this afternoon to find our streets covered with mysterious orange lines. This is the first unusual event in almost two years to happen in Paris. Is this an attack, a warning, or a simple prank? What does all of this mean? More updates will follow." The camera panned down.

The crowds didn't seem too worried, just confused. This definitely wasn't an akuma, but what were they to think? It's been a few years, but they still remember Hawkmoth.

Marinette needed to transform. She ran around the corner, into an alleyway. The crowds began to spread and the people started filming. Once she was hidden, she unclasped her purse. Tikki flew out.

"Tikki, Spots On." She whispered. Once she was red clad, she wiggled her fingers. Her suit felt new and unknown. It looked the same, but it felt like forever since she wore it last. Her yo-yo beeped as she flipped it open.

"Breaking news!" Nadja yelled. "A woman here at The Seine is claiming the orange lines across Paris as her own. She has a miraculous, but is she a hero or a villain?"

"Paris . . . I am Ginger." The woman smiled. "I am not here to harm any of you, but I would like a word with Ladybug and Chat Noir."

Ladybug shut her yo-yo. "Great." She muttered, swinging up to the rooftops.

Ladybug swung over to the Seine and saw her. The woman had an orange suit laced with purple and burgundy shoes that looked like anthers. Her mask has purple and lime details like petals. She had a brown bob hair cut and strong green eyes. Ladybug sprinted down the road until she came face to face with her.

"Well that was quick." The woman grinned.

"Who are you?" Ladybug asked.

"And why are you in Paris?" Chat Noir finished, sliding down his baton next to her. He flashed his signature smile. Ladybug's eyes widened as she looked at her partner. "Long time no see, M'Lady."

"Aw, you two are even cuter in person." She had an subtle English accent. "You're miraculous are like little onesies."

"Kind of hypocritical considering yours isn't so different." Ladybug replied. "But who are you?" She repeated.

"I am Ginger." Her eyes looked them up and down.

"We already know that from the news." Ladybug rolled her eyes. "Where did you get a miraculous?"

"My master of course." She smiled. "I started training from a young age to be a miraculous holder and now I've been granted the opportunity for mine. This is my first mission, but don't think I will go easy on you because you have ones like I do."

"There aren't many guardians though." Chat Noir said. "In fact I've only ever met one, so seeing someone completely new is strange."

"I'm sure one of you knows something." Ginger looked between the two of them. "Whichever one of you is the guardian." She stared, searching for answers. "But I'm not here to chitchat. I must be going, but I do have a purpose today."

"Purpose?" Ladybug raised an eyebrow.

"I bring a warning for you both." She smirked. "We are coming for you."

"What does that mean?" Chat asked.

"I must be going." Ginger used her right foot to draw an orange circle around her. She twirled at the end and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Ladybug sighed. "I guess . . . we're back to the old days."

"Good old days." Chat shrugged. "It's been . . . almost two years since then, Ladybug." He turned to her and smiled. "But it's nice to see you again."

That smile killed her and she refused eye contact. "Yeah." She agreed, her cheeks pinkening.

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bcbdrums · 5 years ago

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Moments

So this came after three days of writing thousands of words that ended with writer's block, and I needed to write something else. And this little thing popped into my head.

It can be read as a sequel to "Empty Embrace" but it also stands alone. Enjoy!

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The lair was too cold, and the bed was too hot. Shego rolled over for the umpteenth time that night and squished her pillow under her head. That was even more uncomfortable, so she rolled to her other side again. The sheets twisted at her feet, and with a groan she sat up and threw back the blankets. She stripped off her pajamas, shivering in the chill, and then straightened the sheets. She fluffed her pillow and lay down again, pinching her eyes shut and willing herself to sleep.

The only problem was, each time her eyes closed she saw the past twenty-four hours on a high-definition replay. From Drakken's abduction by the Lorwardians to their being approached by the authorities who wanted his plant mutagen, she remembered every moment in vivid detail and she couldn't turn the memories off.

She pulled the blankets higher, covering her nose as she shivered. She opened her eyes and stared at the darkness of her room back in the Caribbean lair. She hadn't slept at all since Drakken's abduction. There had been the twelve hours on a plane to the mainland, the attempt to steal a rocket, teaming up with Stoppable, actually finding Drakken, and then—she shuddered—saving the world.

When they finally agreed the world had had enough saving—when the National Guard had stopped them—they spent another hour arguing with the authorities about Drakken's rights to his own invention and about their right to their freedom. The world had a common enemy now, why bother small-town villains? Especially when the world was only free because of them.

Drakken had gloated all the way back to the lair about his newfound status in the eyes of the world and how everyone owed him their allegiance due to his heroics. He was sure he'd be ruling the world in no time. Shego had only bantered with him for a few minutes, exhaustion winning over the desire to belittle him even when those yellow petals popped out around his head. And when they had returned by accident to their recently destroyed but favorite lair, she realized she was too tired to care.

Three hours of attempting to sleep later, she was about ready to give up. Maybe some mindless TV would help...

She threw the hot blankets back again, and shivering she put her pajamas back on. After donning her robe and slippers she tiptoed out to the kitchen for a glass of water. When she poured the glass she realized she was famished, and she tried to remember when she last ate. She frowned when she couldn't, and opened the fridge to make a snack. The dim fluorescent lighting showed only orange juice and nearly-empty condiment jars. She moved next to the cupboards and found them bare as well.

She furrowed her brow. Even when lairs were destroyed, Drakken tended to leave the electricity on just in case of situations like the one they found themselves in. So what had happened to the food?

She downed two glasses of water and then poured a third before heading back to her room. She'd have to ask Drakken about the food in the morning. At least he was getting sleep...

As she passed his door in the hall she had a flash of the abduction again: the beam pulling him up and away from her, the terrified look on his face, and then the ship vanishing up into the stars. The fear she'd felt in the following hours—that she'd find him dead—clenched irrationally around her heart again, and impulsively she stepped back to his door and put in the code to enter.

She expected to quietly peek in on him sleeping, the room bathed in its ominous yellowish glow from the moat. But that's not what she saw.

Drakken jumped when the door slid open, as if he'd just been caught attempting to swipe her DNA. He was sitting cross-legged atop the bed in his pajamas and slippers, the ceiling-mounted TV playing an old 'Pals' re-run, and the bed was absolutely covered in food. There was a full bagged loaf of white bread, open jars of peanut butter and jam with knives sticking out, a giant bowl of popcorn from which several kernels had escaped, a bunch of bananas with one empty peel dropped on the floor, and a half-empty gallon of milk sitting up atop his tricked-out headboard. There was also a mug steaming with something. Probably chocolate milk.

"Oh," Drakken said, his voice muffled. Shego saw him swallow and noted the sandwich in his hand. "Shego. Wh-what—"

He was interrupted by a coughing fit, and he reached up on the headboard behind him for his mug.

Shego crossed her arms and frowned. "This explains why there's no food in the kitchen. You going to eat everything in the lair tonight?"

Drakken downed the contents of his mug and then set it back on the headboard.

"I happen to be hungry, Shego. There was no food in captivity on the alien warship."

Shego felt a pain in her stomach. Probably from hunger, not worry. He was fine.

She watched as he dropped some formerly-unnoticed chocolate bars in the mug and then poured milk over it. Then he produced a ray gun from under his pillow, adjusted the settings to low, and used it to heat the cup.

"Well..." she said as he stirred the beverage, "I'm hungry too. You need to put this back."

He glared at her. "I'm not done yet."

She stepped into the room and picked her way across the moat until she was next to the bed. She cringed at the sight of the mess up-close.

"Just pick something so I can eat too. I haven't eaten since... Since..." She tried to remember again the last time she ate. They'd never had a chance to eat at the lair in the Pacific. So it must have been back at the Himalayan lair... "Rrgh, just give me something!"

She grabbed the bananas and turned to leave, but found herself thrown suddenly off-balance by a force pulling her from behind. She stumbled back against the bed and fell on it hard, the peanut butter and jam jars bouncing up and rolling off onto the floor.

"Hey!" she said, turning around with her hands flaring. He let go of the bananas with a gasp, wringing his hands where her glow had burned him. The bananas charred black in her grip with a sickly sweet smell, and she tossed them in the moat where they sank with a hiss of rising steam.

"What did you do that for!?" he whined, picking up pieces of popcorn that had bounced out of the bowl when she fell.

"You grabbed them!" she retorted, crossing her arms.

"Nghh... I went out for those..."

Shego's brow rose as a sudden pang of fear caused her heart rate to rise.

"Did the peanut butter survive?" he asked, leaning over the side of the bed and casting his eyes around.

She stood up and picked up the two fallen jars and set them on the headboard behind him, where the lids already lay. She drank deeply of her water and set the glass down.

"When did you go out?" she asked slowly.

He settled back against the headboard and resumed stirring his hot chocolate.

"About an hour ago... Why?"

Shego blinked. Why indeed? She crossed her arms as she considered her strange reaction to his words. Half the time she never knew where he was, nor did he know where she was. They had never had that type of schedule, where they reported on each other's whereabouts.

But the sudden fear at not knowing where he was...

"Do you want a sandwich?"

She blinked out of her brown study and looked down at him proffering the bagged loaf of bread with an uncertain expression. She took it after a moment and turned it over slowly in her hands as she continued to think.

The aliens were gone. He could go out for groceries. She should be glad he went out for groceries...even if he did hog them all for himself. He wasn't going to be abducted again...

"I, ah...can't sleep," he said, getting her attention again. "Would you like to watch 'Pals' with me?"

She looked up at the TV playing the embarrassing sitcom, and then back to his anxious face. Was that why he'd gone grocery shopping in the middle of the night?

"Sure..." she sighed, setting the bread down and stepped back around the headboard. He scooted over and swept off the blankets, a tiny smile on his face. She rolled her eyes when he patted the space next to him and she grabbed the popcorn bowl, tossing a few pieces in her mouth as she leaned back on the headboard and stretched her legs out.

He turned up the TV volume with the remote and in two huge bites finished off his sandwich.

"Do you want some cocoa-moo?" he asked with a grin.

She fought the urge to say something about his immaturity and just nodded, tossing more popcorn in her mouth. The tiny morsels in her stomach let her know how hungry she really was and she set the bowl down between the two of them and reached for the bread loaf again.

Drakken produced a second mug from somewhere and dropped the chocolate bars inside before pouring the milk. She watched him use his ray gun to heat the beverage with care as she spread a thick layer of peanut butter on one slice of bread.

"There!" he said, presenting the mug to her as she finished putting her sandwich together. "It's perfect. Try it."

She raised a brow, but sipped cautiously from the warm mug. Her second brow joined her first. "This is really good."

He smiled and sat back again, grabbing some popcorn before he sipped from his own mug. "I'll make cookies tomorrow."

She chewed a bite of her sandwich and sat back with a sigh, turning her attention to the TV. Cookies? Why not... She deserved a break, after everything that had happened. So did he.

She glanced sideways at him. With the low collar of his pajamas, she could see the swollen, reddened slits in his skin where the flower petals kept emerging from. She craned her neck to look for the vine, but wherever it came from was hidden.

She thought again about the moment the mutagen had taken him, like a moment out of a cheesy cartoon. She had been afraid then, but of what she wasn't sure. Thinking back, he could have died then just as easily as he could have been killed by the aliens.

She curled her knees up to her chest with a sigh and took another sip of her hot chocolate. Whatever had gotten into her head that told her he was constantly in danger needed to stop. He was fine. Dumb luck had saved him again, and nothing could happen to him while she was right there in the room to protect him.

"Are you cold?" he asked, noting her posture.

"Yes," she said quickly, startled at having been caught in her worried thoughts again.

He looked contemplative. "You could...put your toes under my blanket," he suggested.

Her heart was racing. Why? He was fine.

She wiggled the red bedspread and sheet out from under her rear and then tucked her toes under, pulling them up to her shins.

"Can you turn the TV up?" she asked. Maybe the show would drown out her thoughts.

She watched the bars rise on the screen and she took another bite of her sandwich. She tried to catch on to the story, but she wasn't even sure who all the of the characters were. She'd never been able to get into sitcoms. They either over-complicated or over-simplified life. And the characters were all the same in the end.

She leaned her head back with a sigh as she finished her sandwich and dug into the popcorn. She'd ask him to change the channel, but she was concerned it would start an argument. She was pretty sure he liked that show. She knew enough about it to know it always had the type of sappy endings he was attracted to.

She glanced at him again and saw he was grinning happily at the TV. Yep, definitely his type of show...

He must have felt her eyes on him, because his expression suddenly became guarded. His eyes slowly slid to the side and then he started slightly when he realized she was watching him.

"...What?" he asked, shoving some popcorn in his mouth.

She took a drink of her cocoa-moo— Cocoa-moo? I've gotta get some sleep... —and thought quickly for something to say.

"Do those hurt?" she asked.

His eyes darted nervously from side to side. "What?"

She lazily brought her hand to his neck and ran two fingers lightly over one of the reddened slits. "Those."

He only shied away slightly from her touch. "Ah...they itch a little. So does the vine," he said, reaching down the back of his shirt to scratch.

She smirked tiredly. "Figures you'd be allergic to your own super-powers."

He glowered at her for a moment before hunching forward and pulling the edge of the blanket into his lap to fidget.

"What?"

He gave her another frown. "It's not funny."

Her smirk grew. "It kind of is."

"I didn't design it for this. I don't even know what it might do to me."

She looked at the real fear on his face and her heart started racing again. What if the mutation really wasn't compatible with his body? What if she woke up one day to find...it had killed him?

Almost as if in response, the flower-tipped vine started emerging from the back of his neck. She leaned away in disgust, and he gasped when he saw it creeping around his face.

"Can't you feel that?"

He swatted at the vine and it retreated out of sight.

"Not...really," he said. He took a sip from his mug and held it close to his chest, his eyes filling with worry.

Shego set her own mug on the headboard behind her and moved the popcorn bowl forward so she could scoot closer to him. She pulled him back with one hand on his shoulder until he turned to look at her.

"Okay, first thing tomorrow you get to work figuring out exactly how this happened. It can't do too much damage to you overnight, right?"

She had intended the words to be reassuring, but he looked even more worried than before.

"Have you ever seen plants grow?" he said bitterly.

Her heart beat even faster. "L-look, the aliens didn't get you and a stupid plant isn't going to get you either. Okay?"

He looked up at her in surprise, and she drew back at the sudden intensity in his eyes. She realized then that her voice had been shaking. Was she shaking? She was shaking.

She reached behind her quickly and grabbed the mug of cooling chocolate.

"How much sugar is in this stuff, Doc?" she said, staring down into the brown liquid.

"Just the usual..."

She set the mug down and leaned back again, reaching for more popcorn. "Probably shouldn't have that much sugar on an empty stomach."

He crossed his arms and leaned back with a frown. "Well, if you hadn't destroyed the bananas."

"Just watch TV," she said, stretching her legs out again and pulling the blankets up to her knees.

He fell silent, and she listened to the voices and laugh track from the TV for only a few minutes before her thoughts drifted back to the plant mutation.

Could it really kill him overnight? What if he was allergic? How could she stop an allergic reaction to something that had become part of him?

She glanced at him cautiously out of the corner of her eye. He was frowning again, and looking concerned. She sighed. The last thing they needed was for both of them to start freaking out. He needed to sleep so he could start working on a solution in the morning. And she would stay awake all night to make sure he lived to see the next morning.

She leaned across him and grabbed the remote, startling him into a jump, and turned the volume down.

"What—?"

"You done eating?"

He blinked. "Yes..."

"Then you need to get some sleep. Did you sleep at all on that alien ship?"

He blinked again. "No..."

"That's what I thought. So you've been awake for about...forty-eight hours?"

Her eyes widened as she double-checked the calculations in her head. His guilty nod confirmed that she was thinking straight. That meant she'd been awake that long too. The last time they'd slept was the Himalayas.

"At least..." he finally said.

"Yeah..." she sighed deeply. Suddenly she felt the exhaustion of every single one of those hours, and fought the urge to rub her eyes. "So, sleep."

He seemed to shrink in front of her. "I can't."

"Will it help if I stay here until you fall asleep?"

He looked slightly less afraid. "Maybe..."

"Then I'll stay," she said, fighting a yawn.

He blinked twice, seeming to consider it. "Okay."

He settled back against the headboard again, his eyes falling half-closed as he stared at the TV and let himself relax. She turned and leaned sideways against the board and watched him, noting the reddened slits on his neck again. He said they didn't hurt... So if the petals popped out, she would pluck them.

Now that they weren't talking, the dialogue coming from the TV suddenly seemed clearer. She glanced at it as she shifted to make herself more comfortable, pulling the blanket up over her folded legs. Whatever the plot was about, it was obviously fake. All the characters were smiling.

She yawned. How Drakken could enjoy something so lame...

His eyes fell closed and then jerked open. He glanced over at her and shifted uncomfortably.

"Sleep, Doc," she ordered quietly. "You'd be more comfortable if you laid down."

He shook his head. "No, this...this is fine."

She looked at him skeptically, but he turned back to the TV.

She watched the battle as his eyes fell closed and jerked open several times in succession. She yawned again and turned her head back toward the TV. Apparently this was going to take awhile...

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The first thing Shego was aware of was the sound of running water. Then, the feeling of being well-rested. She smiled and stretched herself out from head to toe...and then she froze. She was far too warm. And it took only another moment to figure out why.

She was pressed against another body, the person's arms wrapped tightly around her. The arms were familiar, and yet they weren't. She took note of her own arms wrapped around the person's back, and one of her legs between the person's and linked behind one of their heels.

Her heart began beating faster, but she kept her breathing even. As she cast her mind back to the night before it wasn't hard to guess the exact identity of the person holding her. That's why the arms where familiar—they had frequently embraced her without permission in the past. And the running water she heard was obviously the moat.

Part of her was panicking as her heart beat harder and every one of her nerve ends began tingling. But another part of her wanted to hold on tighter and go back to sleep.

Why?

Because if she let go now...it would never happen again. And she wanted it to.

She wanted it to...

She cautiously opened her eyes and tilted her head back. The first thing she saw was yellow, and her brow twisted in confusion. Then she realized she was looking at flower petals and she cautiously lifted one hand to push them aside.

Her head was tucked under Drakken's chin, and all she could really see was his stubble. But if she lifted her head up she could just see one of his closed eyes past his high cheekbone.

He sighed lightly, and she felt her heart beat even faster. She carefully lay her head back down and nestled her face back into his chest. When he woke up, he would freak out... Probably run away, splutter something nonsensical, and then accuse her of something ridiculous.

She closed her eyes. Yes, going back to sleep was definitely the better option...

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Drakken's eyes flew open. Something was wrong. He had only to take a breath before he knew what it was.

Someone—Shego—was pressed up against him in his bed and trapped by his iron grip. He let her go and leaned back with a gasp, preparing to shield himself from attack.

But attack didn't come. She was asleep.

His brow twisted in confusion as his breaths came in great heaves. He yanked the petals out of his neck and tossed them aside, staring at her. She looked...peaceful. Calm.

Very un-Shego-like.

She made a small sound of discomfort and he bit his lip as he felt one of her legs between his, pulling against his heel. He had to get out of there, fast.

He realized then that her arms were also around him, and he swallowed nervously as he gently started to pick one up and lift it off.

She made another sound and moved in close to him again. His heart was pounding. He didn't know how this had happened, but it wouldn't matter. As soon as she woke up, he was dead. He tried this time to pull his leg away.

The result was the same as before, with both her arms and her leg tightening their grip on him. What was he to do?

The petals popped out around his neck again, one of them smacking her in the face. Her eyes flew open.

He opened his mouth to start apologizing and choked on his own breath as her eyes lifted up and narrowed on his.

"I... I'm—"

"What time is it?" she asked.

He blinked. Didn't she realize where she was?

"Um..." he glanced past her at his bedside clock. "It's...2:14. PM."

His eyes widened. How long had he been asleep?

"I'm still tired," she said through a sigh, her arms circling tighter around him. He felt one of her hands reach up to his neck and her fingers begin to run through his ponytail.

"Um..." His voice was shaking. "Shego... Um...don't you think—"

"Doc," she interrupted impatiently, closing her eyes and tucking her head under his chin again. "Just go with it."

What was happening? Why wasn't she killing him? How did they get there?

"Close your eyes," she said, her voice muffled by his chest.

He blinked. He looked at the clock, at the TV, at their cocoa mugs... At her dark hair splayed back across the red blanket that was tucked up tight around them both. When...how had this happened?

"But..."

"Close your eyes. And put your arm down."

He realized his arm was still hovering above her, not daring to touch her while the other was trapped under her. He held his breath and slowly lowered his arm down to rest on her side.

"Wait..." she said. He felt her shift away and he instantly pulled back, waving his hands defensively.

"Shego, I swear I have no idea how—" He stopped, his brow rising quizzically.

She had leaned up on her side and was pulling her sage-colored robe off revealing her darker green cotton pajamas underneath.

"Too hot," she said in explanation, tossing the garment aside before flopping down and snuggling back into him. One of her arms slipped up his back and the other up his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders. His breath caught as her leg slipped between his again and her heel hooked behind his.

He looked down at her at the same time she looked up, his eyes wide and lower lip trembling.

"Dr. D.," she began, her voice soft. "You saved the world. For once...just relax and don't worry. Don't worry about anything. You deserve it."

Her fingers were lightly kneading his shoulders as she looked at him, her eyes entreating. He swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat and gently wrapped his arms around her. Her expression softened into an almost-smile and he sighed shakily, slowly weaving his fingers into her hair.

She closed her eyes, and he saw her smirk before she set her head under his chin again.

"Hmm," she hummed.

"Wh-what?" he asked, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and pulling her closer.

"Hero," she teased, lightly squeezing his shoulder.

He grimaced for a moment at the thought, but it was short-lived as he felt her pull herself closer to him. His heart was pounding, but...he remembered her words. Don't worry...

He closed his eyes and nestled into her hair with a contented smile.

"Back at you."

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miss-musings · 5 years ago

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Four episodes into this season and The Blacklist is already in a slump

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed getting these Aram-centric and Cooper-centric episodes back-to-back, but I sadly feel like it’s too little, too late. The show has punted these characters to the side for so long to focus on the Red/Liz drama, that now that we’re actually getting some character development out of them it’s like ????

I guess the Aram thing kind of made sense, since the big thing for him last season was losing Samar. So, as annoying as it was, I guess it made sense to see him starting to get over her and get a little adventure of his own, since Liz and Ressler have to do so much of the heavylifting when it comes to undercover work, etc.

But, the Cooper thing is just so hard to handle. I really liked his little bits of development in early Season 6, when Red was in prison, and Cooper was having to decide whether it was worth trying to save his life. That’s the kind of introspection that really worked to give him a personality and a character, given that he’s been shunted into the background so much since ... ever. Harry Lennix is so vastly underused on this show, and I really appreciate that he got a chance to shine in tonight’s “Kuwait,” but I feel like it’s a hack way to give him some character development. It was so out of the blue and so forced. Ugh.

Here’s maybe a good way to describe it:

Earlier today, I went to the grocery store to get a few things. Since it’s been getting colder, I’ve been making hot chocolate a lot lately, but I never buy milk, because I don’t really drink it. So, I use water, which isn’t as good for cocoa-making. When I went shopping I decided to get a half-gallon of milk, which -- as I said -- is unusual for me. It’s like “Oh, I have milk in the house now..... okay.” I have it so rarely, that when I do, it’s really an adjustment.

That’s what Cooper’s character development was tonight. We get it so rarely, that it’s kind of like “Okay.... what do I do with this???”

Again, I wish Lennix got more to work with than just bland nonsense most weeks, but this is not the best way to give Cooper character development.

Also, I gotta say that I saw the whole “Hutton is the Simoon” thing a mile away. The minute Hutton said “the Simoon” and Cooper said “He’s been an intel leak in the Middle East for years,” I swear I did a ‘look into the camera like I’m Jim on the Office’ maneuver, because that was super obvious.

The whole ‘Katarina as Liz’s neighbor’ thing continues to bug the eff out of me. It’d be great if we had a sense that the show will eventually go the ‘Liz knew it was KR all along route,’ but I think we all know that isn’t going to be the case. No hate toward Laila Robbins, who seems to be a great actress, but I do hate KR so much in the present-day appearances we’ve had from her so far. I enjoy the KR in the flashbacks infinitely more, but Robbins’ KR -- IDK what it is, but I can’t stand the character. I think it’s partly because she’s so disingenuous and is never sincere. The few times I’ve thought “Okay, maybe she’s not so bad” is whenever she’s talking to Liz about wanting to reach out to her daughter. THAT’s the only part that seems sincere, but even that appears to come and go. I felt like when KR first met Liz and Agnes in the hallway in 7x02 that she really didn’t care about them, and almost looked at them with contempt. But, who knows. I’m sure it’s all mega-complicated, and we’ll get some bullshit explanation as to why in the mid/season finale and/or premiere.

One last little bit of food-for-thought is that I’ve been rewatching Once Upon a Time recently, which is a show that I watched the pilot when it first aired in 2011, and basically watched Seasons 1-5 as they were airing. I fell off after the Season 5 finale, and never really watched Seasons 6 or 7. And, as I’ve been rewatching Season 1 and now Season 2 on Netflix, I’ve been going back and re-reading Lily Sparks’ reviews on TV.com, which I read as the episodes were first airing in 2011 onward.

And, I have to say that my viewing experience at the time the episodes first aired -- which Lily captures in her reviews -- is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO different than rewatching the series now. It’s partly because I already know where the show is going -- even if I don’t remember all the little plot points and small details from episode-to-episode. But it’s also because NOW I’m able to watch them 2 or 3 or 4 episodes at a time, in a single day, and watch another few episodes the next day or a few days later. I’m not having to wait for a new one every single week.

And, as I’ve learned from re-reading Lily’s reviews, that makes a HUGE difference. Lily often complains about how the show moves at a snail’s pace, and we have to wait forever to get little crumbs of backstory or revelation or how annoying it is that the characters continue to point to a bigger story arc that hasn’t been revealed to us, the audience, yet. (ie, plot coupons). And she often half-jokingly, half-serious says that nothing happens on the show outside of mid/season premieres and finales. (Sound familiar?)

I honestly wonder whether I would feel this way if five years from now, I started rewatching The Blacklist from the very beginning in 2-4 episode increments. Would I also feel that the show was dragging its knuckles and treading water in between finales and premieres? Or would watching more episodes in a single sitting and with shorter intervals in between help me overlook so many of the flaws I believe it has?

TBL, I think, is a show that seems to lend itself better to multiple episodes in a sitting. Whenever we had those back-to-back episodes in the latter half of S6 this winter, I thought that was a much more enjoyable watching experience than something like tonight’s eyeroll fest. If it was a show that was like Stranger Things, where Netflix dropped all the episodes at once, so people could watch it at their own pace, I think it would help us to see more of the good and less of the bad. But, because we have to wait an entire week in between episodes, sometimes we’re more prone to be disappointed than satisfied when that Friday’s episode is over and we have to wait ANOTHER week for the next one. In a manner of speaking, it feels like we’re living off breadcrumbs that we get a week at a time.

I have a friend who binge-watches the Blacklist whenever a new season is uploaded to Netflix, and while he is also frustrated with the show, he seems to less frustrated than I am with it. I feel like I’m constantly complaining about it between September/October and May, and he gets a three-week span in August or whatever where he’s like “Yeah, this show is really weird.”

In any case, it’s just food for thought. As much as I’d like to, I don’t think I can wait until August or whenever for S7 to be uploaded to Netflix. I’d tear my hair out wondering what’s been going on with the show, and plus, being on Tumblr is just asking for spoilers, even with blacklisting tags.

And, for the record, I really hope S7 is the last. I don’t want this show to get an eighth season (or if it does, maybe it could be an abbreviated 13-episode one). It’s already overstayed its welcome, I feel like it’s a vampire or some other monster -- draining the life-force out of me until I’m old and tired and don’t have the energy to invest in a stupid hour-long drama on network television anymore.

I mean, it really says a lot that -- earlier today -- I was more excited about next week’s Good Place episode than I was about tonight’s Blacklist one. My interest in this show is taking a sharp nose-dive, and “Kuwait” honestly didn’t help much with that. And, the promos for next week look equally snooze-worthy.

I guess I really just need to find something better to do with my Friday nights and then just watch the episodes on the NBC app later, since this show seems determined to slump only four episodes into the season.

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swinterr · 5 years ago

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VALERIE III

People in Twitter are twitting about a video of Val’s reaction when she saw Shawn and Camila, she received mixed comments about her reaction.

Her parents are really protective about her, even her siblings mostly Vernon. Her Dad and Mom doesn’t understand what’s happening between them, they all thought that Shawn is gonna be Valerie’s forever.

Of course Shawn saw the video. He’s not stupid, he knows that he’s hurting Val.

He also saw the message Valerie send him but he didn’t read the it because he knows he cannot stop himself on answering back.

He loves Valerie so much, but he has to do this.

When he first play the video the first came to his mind is that Valerie looks so pretty, very pretty. Valerie isn’t really like those blonde, long legged, orange tan (well she is tan but not oramge tan). She looks like a goddess. She’s perfect.

Then he saw Vernon from the background, Shawn gets along well with Valerie’s family well but Vernon is the hardest one to get along. He is scared genuinely of Vernon.

The time when Brian told him that Valerie broke up with him, he excused himself on sound check saying he wasn’t feeling well. He went back to his hotel and cried holding Valerie sweater in his chest.

He cried for the half of the day. He only went out when it’s Q&A.

He really wants to fix this but he can’t, it’s too fucked up to be fixed. He feels so powerless.

Valerie feels awful when she got back home.

She didn’t ate dinner instead she spend her whole evening, well half of it, on the gym boxing with Vernon is a good exercise but she did her exercises alone, she did it without a trainer while Vernon does cardio. Actually she didn’t even do her exercises, she just keeps punching the punching bag until her knuckles bleed, until they severely bleed. Her mom has to take her to the nearest clinic to aid her bloody knuckles.

“Val, you’re knuckles are going to bleed if you keep doing this. Stop it you’re hurting yourself.” Vernon tried reasoning with Valerie, growing more and more concerned about her and her new obsession with puching the punching bag carelessly.

“No, it’s either I ruined this punching bag or I do more stupider sh!t than this.” Valerie’s voice is quiet and cold, She always had a my-voice-is-so-soft-and-I-will-not-raise-my-voice-on-anyone-bc-that’s-rude-attitude.

“Can you at least where gloves, hand wrap is not enough you know.” Vernon reminder her.

Valerie didn’t listen and brought her fists close to her face, finding her aim and released all of her pent up anger, frustrations and pain out through quick, sharp punches, showing no mercy on the already worn punching bag wanting to release all the pain she felt in the past few weeks. Sweat glistened every inch of her body, especially in her face.

Vernon can’t even distinguish if that even is sweat or tears, her curly hair sticking to her back, arms and all angles of her face.

Val could her Vernon stopping her in the background but she didn’t listen.

Soon the punching bag falls from where it’s hanging. And Valerie knuckles are bleeding.

“Dammit Valerie! You’re bleeding! Mom!” Vernon shouts.

Ever since Val and Shawn broke up Vernon is more over-protective of Val.

She really wants to go back to Toronto, but Toronto has too much memories for her to handle. She wishes that Bella and Gigi are here with her. She’s lucky enough to have a thought, loving and caring Anwar Hadid by her side.

Gigi, Bella and Anwar (even though they live near), Aaliyah, Ana, Lauren and Dylan (her friends back home), Kiera and Darius (her dorm mates) are texting her everyday saying that everything gonna be alright and Shawn’s a dick.

She can’t wait to go back to Massachusetts and receive pity looks. Insert sarcasm.

She just needs to wait few more days until they are schedule free.

Valerie hadn’t spoken to anyone since they came back from downtown Los Angles (besided her mom and Vernon who approach her). She is currently laying in her king sized bed.

Staring at the clock, watching it tick by. 11 o’clock in the night, she should be asleep by now but her mind is somewhere far away. Far away from all this drama and chaos that is currently happening in her life.

Sobbing her heart out. Puffy eyes and runny nose are they best description of Valerie right now. Maybe a fever in the morning too.

She never wanted to end their relationship like this. To be honest they can survive this relationship, Valerie is just tired of being treated like this.

Don’t get me wrong, Shawn’s a great boyfriend but he focuses on his career more than their relationship.

People though they are perfect for each other. She thought that Shawn will be THE ONE. Her grandparents from her mother and father’s side already met and approve of Shawn even the ones who live in Florence.

She genuinely believe that they are ment to be together but jealousy got her. Her insecurities got her.

Her heart still aches profoundly with pain. She miss her so much but it’s so unfair that he moved in that quickly.

Valerie, Shawn and Camila are trending right now. Everything seems so chaotic. Her sobs still fills her big room.

Instagram stans are making up the craziest sh!ts right, some makes her laugh and some are true that makes her cry hard.

@queenval

@queenval to be honest val is the greatest thing that ever happend to shawn. i love shawn sm but he stupid!!

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Shawn is the greatest thing that ever happend to her.

Shawn’s fans been calling him out because of his stupid moves. Many of her fans are still supporting Valerie even if they are not together anymore.

Valerie shakily reaches for her phone she usually listens to His music when she’s sad, but at this state listening to His music will make her more sad than ever.

Malibu Nights by LANY played. Is it ironic that she is listening to Malibu Nights heartbroken and she really wants to go to Malibu. Its just a 40 minute car ride. She can survive right?

She brought a beach house recently somewhere in Pacific Coast Highway. She brought it the exact day Shawn left Canada to continue his tour, Valerie brought the house because when she will visit Shawn on his tour this will be their hiding place.

People say that Valerie have it all; Brains, Beauty, Wealth but everything means nothing if you aren’t happy right?

Decided to spent the rest of her days in Malibu. Valerie picked this big ass box that has been sent to her by a company. She didn’t even bother to read what company it is all she knows that is a clothing company. Few shoes, hoodies and her underwears on her bag.

She dressed herself into a pair of jeans and a shirt, hoodie on her arm incase she’ll needs it.

Everyone is asleep so this should be the perfect time to sneak out, she closed her room door quietly as she held the big box on her hands, struggling to balance it and keys and a Gucci bagpack filled with he laptop, personal needs, medicines and this tiny vape pen she got from Anwar.

Valerie isn’t the type of girl who does wild stuffs, stuff like normal teenagers do. Maybe that’s the reason why they broke up, she’s too boring for him.

Well now that they are over, Valerie wants to do the things she didn’t do when they were together. Things teenagers would do.

Now she be vaping, she wants to have tattooes too. Val got a rose tattoo behind her ear on her 19th birthday. She wants to add more.

Valerie successfully got down from the 3rd floor, her room, to the ground floor.

She wants to do things that she hasn’t done yet. She opened her parents wine cellar and pulled out a bottle of Pinot Noir with a three bottles of beer and a big bottle of her father’s whiskey.

She didn’t really want to steal this alcoholic beverage but she know that many shops out there knows her and has a high possibility that they will post pictures about her underage and buying drinks.

She puts the bottles on her bag, wanting to go to Malibu quickly, she runs towards their garage, mentally kicking herself for having a loud foot steps.

For Valerie if is she’s sad or disappointed she chooses to be alone. Being with herself alone is always the best part of her day or best time of her day.

Valerie picked the black Mercedes-Benz G wagon.

She puts her things in the passengers seat and zoomed off to Malibu.

She felt tears start to form as the now familiar burn caused her to shut

her eyes for a moment and stop at the side of the expressway she like crying. For her crying is good for her mental health because crying can help reduce pain. Oxytocin is a hormone that promotes feelings of love and Endorphins help relieve pain. These two make people feel good and may also ease both physical and emotional pain.

But sometimes crying too much can also be bad for her, too much crying can lead to depression and she doesn’t want that. All she wants is to move on and live a happy life.

But moving on takes a lot of time.

The whole drive was quiet except for the radio and her quiet sobs.

She stopped on Target along the way to pick up some food for the next few days.

Valerie pulls up on the parking lot. The Californian cold wind creeps on her arm, regretting not wearing a hood and leaving it at the car.

Valerie pulls out the vape pen as she walks along the entrance of Target, she holds it to her mouth, tasting the vanilla flavored vape before releasing it. She lets out a deep sigh with some vapor leaving along her mouth and nose she continues this few times and stopping as she enters the shop.

She just pick up fruits for breakfast, pasta, vegetables and chicken for dinner, chocolate flavored milk, a gallon of water and eggs. She likes cooking, she doesn’t buy a lot of processed foods and microwaveble foods. She payed the cashier keeps giving her looks, is it because the cashier knows her or because she is the front page of one of the magazines on the counter.

“Is this you?” the cashier ask as she types something on the computer.

“Nope.” Valerie answers back as puts the goods she brought on a biodegradable bag and puts it back to the cart.

She walk back to her car and few teenagers curiously stares at her. She struggles to put the groceries on the car because it has a big tires and obviously a tall car competed to her 5’6 self.

She finally sees her house on the view.

Her gates open, headlights giving her the view of her house as well as the Pacific Ocean. The entryway features a reclaimed European fountain and big door that open to opulent interiors.

Her house looks so homey yet loney. She is used to go on a vacation with her family or family or with Shawn.

She inserts the keys while struggling to lift her heavy backpack filled with alcoholic drinks the big box and groceries she brought are stacked upon each other.

She enters her new house, she walks on the hardwood floors pushing the box with the groceries on top, she stares at vaulted ceiling and sees a Indian stone fireplace and custom designed sitting area.

For her, a house with a fireplace and a big couch is a must.

The balcony is a sliding door that has a view of the Malibu Coast.

Valerie finally fixed her clothes on her closet, turns out the box is from Gucci. Now she has a Gucci filled closet. Yey!

Her refrigerator is filled with groceries. Yey!

It’s already 12:34 am and she is still wide awake. She sits on her couch as she finds for her cell.

She looked everywhere, her hoodie, her bag, her car, on the closet even the refrigerator.

She left it on Bel Air. Yey!

She doesn’t have anything to do she she just drinks the alcohol she brought lol! Her TV still doesn’t have any channels and her house doesn’t have a wifi.

Valerie drinks the vodka shot in one gulp, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat caused by the strong liquor.

“I love you so much why did you do this to me!” she gulped the vodka down.

“I wish I didn’t love you! But I did I’m so stupid!” she gulped the other one.

“I don’t wanna date anyone anymore!” and another one.

Despite this, Valerie’s body feels more relaxed and her mind feels lighter and more problem free. It took her couple vodka shots for achieve this but it was worth it.

The bottle is nearly empty so she just decided to drink the bottle.

It’s a quarter past midnight. The buzz has worn off, now she is just dead ass drunk.

She miraculously arrived at her room, passing the stairs and remembering her room is a miracle.

As much as she wanted to sleep she washes her face and brushed her teeth and changes in a bougee Gucci pajama and sleep on her big bed with the view of the sea like a baby.

Alcohol can really make you forget everything temporarily even pain.

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mcuamerica · 5 years ago

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Hiii Katie! I absolutely love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a angsty Peter Parker or Tom Holland imagine with the prompts 8 and 4, please? Thank you.

Summary: There’s only so much that a couple can go through before they become distant. It’s up to that couple, however, to decide if they want to work it out or if they want to say goodbye.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of fluff, swearing

Words: 1401

A/N: Prompts are in bold. I really tried making this about Peter and the reader but I think I got a little carried away lol. Hope you enjoyed it and I’m glad you like my writing! Request a prompt from this list.

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Two hours. Two hours. Two hours he made you wait until he finally texted saying he couldn’t make it. You didn’t know what could possibly hold him up this time, the many excuses starting to get old and tiresome.

It was never like this when you started dating Peter. He was sweet, cute, and never late to a date. And then one day he stopped wearing glasses and got a lot stronger. He seemed to be on edge for the first few weeks, and then his Uncle Ben died. You thought him becoming distant was just out of grief, but after a year you knew that wasn’t the only thing. You tried to keep it going, you tried to be sympathetic. You loved Peter more than anything, but you could only handle the excuses for so long. And you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.

So, when you saw Peter waiting at your apartment with flowers in his hands, you naturally forgot about all of your pent up anger. It was Peter, you saw his chocolate brown eyes and couldn’t stay mad at him, not when you saw the regret in them. He told you ‘I’m sorry’ as you invited him in, you brushing it off while putting the flowers in a vase. He must’ve made half the business of the flower shop down the street with the amount he’s been bringing you.

“Do you want to go to my room and watch a movie?” You asked, just wanting to have a nice movie night with him. You had barely seen him outside of school and you really wanted to catch up with his life, since he obviously did a lot for having to be late or cancel on dates.

He agreed to the movie and told you he would get the snacks as you went to set it up. You put on Empire Strikes Back and pulled out your favorite fuzzy blanket for Peter and you to share, crawling on your bed. You waited for him and groaned when he didn’t come within ten minutes. “Peter, come on. We don’t have all night. We have school tomorrow morning.” You called out, getting out of your bed to go see what was taking so long. You saw him in your kitchen, talking on the phone with someone.

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry..” he trailed off when he saw you, giving you a soft smile. You crossed your arms, the feeling of anger that washed away earlier coming back.

“Peter,” I said with gritted teeth. He said goodbye to the person he was talking to, telling you that it was May and he forgot to get milk. “Really? Because I was at your apartment yesterday and there was a full gallon of it in the fridge.” You caught his lie.

He tensed physically, trying his best to think of another excuse. You stopped him before he could, putting your hand up. “Don’t even try to lie Peter. Don’t try to make up some half-assed excuse that you think makes it all better. Because it doesn’t. And it’s getting old. You know I had to wait for two hours yesterday morning, the waitress had to come over to me to tell me that they were switching over to their lunch menu. And to top that off you didn’t even show up. At all. You told me that you needed to finish up some work for your internship? Well, Tony Stark was in London, and I’m almost positive he wouldn’t make a 16-year-old kid do a bunch of work for him while he was vacationing. I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore! Tell me what’s going on Peter, now.” You said, not wanting to keep this to yourself anymore. He left constantly, he made you feel like you were second in his life, and you didn’t want that anymore. You couldn’t want that anymore.

“I-I… (Y/N) listen there’s a reason that I couldn’t show up yesterday…” He started, messing with his hands and glancing over to his backpack. “You know… I didn’t finish the work I had over the weekend and-”

“Stop,” You said, crossing your arms. “Do I look like I’m stupid? We go to a school for geniuses, I’m not an idiot.”

“So… you know why I’m always late?” He asked, wincing at how much of an idiot he was being, he was going to lose you if he kept this up. And he knew it.

“You don’t want to spend any more time with me, I get it. I guess I got too clingy or too annoying, I don’t know. But whatever changed Peter…”

“(Y/N).”

“Please don’t patronize me and just tell me the truth…”

(Y/N).”

“I’m sick of putting everything into this relationship when you put practically nothing into it…”

“(Y/N)! please. Do you think you could keep quiet for me?” He asked, making you narrow your eyes.

“So I talk too much? That’s it? You could’ve just told me to be quiet and I-”“I just did… (Y/N) please, I do want to spend time with you. I love you.. so much. I’ve been busy, and it hasn’t been fair to you. I’m sorry… I just.. I can’t tell you what I do because it’ll hurt you.” He said, taking your hands in his own.

“It’s hurting me already Pete.” You said, shaking your head and pulling away. “You should go.” You muttered and stepped back, wrapping your arms around your waist. “I can’t do it anymore, every time you cancel or show up late it’s like a stab to my heart. I’m not important to you as whatever you do, I get it.”

“You are! You are (Y/N). You are the most important thing in my life and… You know what? I’m going to show you.” He said and walked over to his bag. He took your hand and pulled you towards your bedroom, shutting the blinds.

“Peter whatever you’re going to show me isn’t going to…” You stop as you turned around and saw him with a Spider-Man mask on. “What- What are you wearing?”

“(Y/N)… I’m Spider-Man.” He said, the eyes of the mask narrowing slightly then going back to wide-eyed. He reached down and grabbed the entire suit, holding it out for you to see. “This is why I’m always late, why I’m canceling all the time.” He said, looking into your eyes. “Please say something.” He said, taking the mask off of his head.

“You’re Spider-Man.” You muttered, backing against your bedroom door. “That- that makes a lot of sense.” You looked down, shaking your head. “And I must distract you a lot… You save people’s lives… and I’m the one who takes you away from that… Peter, I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” He said, setting his suit down on your bed to hold your hands. “You’re the reason I do this, you know? I do this so you can come here at night and feel safe. So you don’t need to worry about walking alone. I know that I should be more invested in our relationship, and I try. I really do. I show up at your door or at the restaurant and right as I’m about to call out to you I get an alert that says there’s been a robbery and there are hostages. I can’t just ignore it. But I’ve been ignoring you, and I’m sorry. I promise you that when we have a date from now on, I’m going to leave my phone at home. No distractions.” You knew he was sincere, but you couldn’t help but think you were going to hold him back if he made that promise.

“How about you just walk me home from school every day… And a weekend coffee date once a week.” You suggested, not wanting him to give up being Spider-Man for you or for your dates. You saw videos of him swinging around the city, of some small fights he got into. He was Peter, you could tell that now. He was quirky and sweet and a teenage superhero, and he loved it.

Peter nodded, not wanting to push your suggestion away. It was reasonable, and something that he could accomplish. “I should’ve told you I was Spider-Man a long time ago.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You giggled, hugging him tightly.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #peter parker x fem!reader #marvel #peter parker one-shot #spiderman #spider-man #sunshine-holland #prompt list #marvel prompt #prompt request #ask #katie answers #mcuamerica

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jcmorrigan · 5 years ago

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Epithet Half-Baked!

I saw through @selfshipimagines that @nougatships is having a Yuletide F/O event...and I know I’m kind of a flighty, shadowy entity in this community, but I do like to write, and thought, what the hey, this’ll be fun. So here I come out of nowhere to contribute a thing.

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!) I decided to go with something a little on-the-nose for the “catering” theme and write about the two of us trying to arrange party food - expect much food talk and many headcanons (e.g. I see Gio as ace, even though that may not end up being Word of God). For optimal results, please listen to the Mariah Carey/MCR mashup “Welcome to the Christmas Parade” while reading this. Not to mention that song will change your life anyway. (Freeman DNI unless you’re going to get the name of the band CORRECT)

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I wouldn’t say Christmas was my favorite holiday, because it really wasn’t. Nor would Giovanni ever say Christmas was his favorite holiday, because he wanted to look like a cool guy who didn’t care about Christmas. That said, when our invitation arrived in the mail, neither of us needed to do much cajoling to get the other to agree to attend as a plus-one. Almost immediately, we’d begun work on what we were going to wear to the occasion.

Well, to be fair, Giovanni was doing most of the work in that department. I’m still trying to figure out how a needle and thread even works for something besides a dangerous impromptu sushi fork. I did play a role in the design of my formal wear, however – a full-skirted red-and-green gown that served the purpose of making me look like the princess of Christmas and thereby able to pass laws banning the repeated playing of “Jingle Bell Rock” more than three times per night. As for Giovanni, he was dead set on creating the World’s Ugliest Christmas Sweater, and boy, did it ever deserve that capitalization. I don’t have the words to you to describe properly the conglomeration of non-coordinating colors and mismatched winter-holiday symbolism that went into that monstrosity. Which basically meant we were going to be the two best-dressed people in attendance.

However, that still left the important factor: the catering aspect. This was essentially a potluck, and as much as we would have loved to skim off everyone else’s hors d’ouevres and pretend we “dropped” ours on the way there, eventually, our need to show off our cooking skills combined with my compulsion to contribute to community activities won out over the dark side of our consciences.

My first mistake was going into that kitchen with no idea what Giovanni was planning on making. Me? I was set on a hot-chocolate-and-marshmallow cake. Festive and full of my two favorite flavors! Not to mention I’d baked in the past as a hobby, though it had, admittedly, been a while. I was actually rather looking forward to this.

“So, Composer,” Giovanni asked as I set up my laptop, “can we expect any musical entertainment?”

“Damn right,” I said as I clicked through playlists.

“Just please tell me you’re not gonna stick us with three hours of Christmas music bullshit.”

“Oh, trust me. We are going to get enough of that at this party.” I set off a rather jaunty emo-pop number with guitars that were just obnoxious enough.

“Oh, yeah,” Giovanni cried, “this is PERFECT! Totally captures our debonair yet badass essence. THIS is why I let you pick the car music.”

I gave him a playful bow. “Okay. Let’s do this thing.”

I began rounding up my ingredients: flour, sugar, cocoa powder, et cetera, et cetera…

“Done.”

Wait…”What?”

I had only just gotten my ingredients lined up on the counter, yet Giovanni was leaning over the other edge of the island, elbows on the countertop and head in his hands to give me a playfully innocent look, as an enormous pot of something steaming, golden, and tantalizingly scented sat before him.

I peered into the vessel, making note of the contents. “Is this…butternut squash soup?”

“You know it.”

“…You made soup.”

“Is there a…problem with that?”

“Your Epithet is literally soup.”

“Aaaaaand…?”

I marched around to shake my index finger at him on every word: “You. Fucking. CHEATED.”

He rose, pointing right back at me: “I’m. The. BAD GUY. So I don’t care!”

I gave my eyes a sufficiently dramatic roll. “You realize this is gonna take me like two hours.”

“I’ll watch.”

“You could at least help. You’re good with this stuff, you know.”

“Hmm…” Giovanni pretended to think it over. “No, don’t think I will.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s too bad, because I love you a lot, Composer.”

I blushed, then muttering “IloveyoutooandIdon’thateyouandIwasjustkidding.” Quickly followed up with “Okay, I’m gonna start doing this shit BY MYSELF, then.”

Baking an entire cake with your boyfriend just smugly staring at you is…an experience. Not a bad experience. But an experience. Still, I thought I was on a good track so far. Until it came to the electric mixer.

As a disclaimer, I stated, “It’s been a while. I’m a little rusty.”

“It’s just an electric mixer.” He shrugged. “Even I couldn’t screw up – I mean even SOME LOSER LIKE SYLVIE couldn’t screw up using it.”

Well, now the pressure was on. I flicked the appliance to life, dipping it into a pool of eggs suspended in buttermilk, and immediately plunged into chaos. The thing about electric mixers is that they are an extreme balancing act. Too far down into the bowl, and the blades will make a horrible grinding noise against the bowl bottom, making a catastrophizer like me worry about glass shards ending up baked into the dough. However, it is very important that if this happens to you, you do not do what I did and overcompensate by yanking the still-spinning blades out of the bowl, thereby splattering eggs and buttermilk all over yourself.

As I was attempting to figure out damage control, I became acutely aware of Giovanni trying to hide an absolute fit of giggles. “You know,” I growled, “this wouldn’t HAPPEN if you would HELP me.”

I absolutely did not want him to help me. See, I have an inferiority complex the size of the sun, and even that feels weird to say, since it’s admitting I actually possess a large quantity of anything. I wanted to make this monster cake my goddamn self, and I wanted him to be fucking impressed. Still, I was pretty sure if I didn’t ask for his help, I would just end up with some kind of inedible toxic waste.

I wasn’t sure if he was just playing coy or if he knew me all too well when he said “No. Don’t feel like it.”

“Come on!”

“Composer, this is YOUR time to shine! I’m not getting in the way of YOUR masterpiece blowing away the competition?”

“…Gio, it’s not a com – “

“OF COURSE IT’S A COMPETITION! EVERY POTLUCK IS A COMPETITION! WHY ELSE HAVE EVERYONE BRING DISHES OF VARYING QUALITY IF NOT TO DETERMINE THE SUPREME CHEF AT THE PARTY?”

Well, if it meant somebody might think of me as supreme chef, I sure wasn’t going to argue. Unhealthy as that might be for my ego.

So I let Giovanni actively not help me. Even when I tried to crack another egg and it rather exploded from my overuse of momentum. But thankfully, the rest of it seemed to be coming together well. As it baked, I decided to use that time to put together the icing. The recipe, of course, called for cream cheese icing, but that is not real icing (don’t @ me) and I absolutely refuse to sully any of my confections with it, ever. I was making the real stuff – just butter, chocolate, milk, and way too much sugar.

However, that meant a rematch with my archnemesis: the electric mixer. I gave it a very sour glare as I picked it up again.

“Ooh, someone’s mad,” Giovanni teased.

“Damn right I’m mad,” I told him. “This thing fucking hates me.”

“No…I think you’re just bad with it.”

“WHAT THE – “

He was at my side then, using one hand to guide my face upward to meet his gaze: “Because no one and nothing could ever hate you, my beautiful, beautiful Composer. And anyone who does can EAT SOUL-SLUGGER DOOM-BAT.”

Well. Now I was a flustered mess. I gently leaned forward to rest my forehead temporarily on his collarbone. “No, you,” I teased. “I mean it. People who hate you don’t have souls. End of discourse.”

“And this is why we GO TOGETHER!”

“Damn straight.”

It would have been a beautiful moment if I hadn’t been thwarted, yet again, by the mixer. The grinding of the glass, the startled removal of the blades, a chocolate splatter –

Except this time, it missed me. No, the stuff made a direct hit on the tall, pink-haired, and handsome card-carrying villain standing next to me.

I gaped at him momentarily, unsure what to say. Then it all came rushing out: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – “

“Sorry?” he repeated, and at first, I thought he actually was angry. “You’re SORRY? Oh, it’s too late to be sorry, Composer.”

When he picked up the quarter-full bottle of vanilla extract from the counter beside us, I realized his game. “This means war,” he growled in a not-very-growly-at-all way.

Our eyes locked. His way of asking permission. I gave the slightest of nods; “I guess I deserve it. But you know I’m not going down without a fight.”

The vanilla sloshed onto me. I smashed an egg onto his shirt. He dumped about a half-gallon of soup down the back of mine.

Now, what you must understand about a food fight that takes place in the Potage-Scribere kitchen is that anything, and I mean absolutely anything, becomes a weapon. Even things that weren’t part of the dishes we were cooking. The refrigerator was raided, the cupboards stripped bare for the ensuing battle. Whatever we could hit each other with, we did. Smashing tomatoes against each other. Sneaking ice cubes into each other’s clothes to try and get a shriek. Several different flavors of soup flying through the air, of course. Retaliation in the form of grabbing the sprayer from the sink and brandishing it like a Banzai Blaster standard-issue pea-shooter.

Then my timer let out a “ding” to inform me that the cake was done baking. Giovanni froze, standing perfectly still as I transferred the cake to the fridge to let it cool down.

Then we picked up right where we left off.

It came to a head when Giovanni had ended up with two cans of aerosol whipped cream, dual-wielding them at me. I had an ice cream scoop in a tub of whipped cream, ready to lob it like a snowball.

Wait - “Gio, why do we have three things of whipped cream?”

“Well, I picked these up when you texted me our respective assignments for grocery day last weekend.”

“I told you to get toilet paper. I was gonna get the whipped cream.”

“No, you said YOU were getting the toilet paper, and I should pick up whipped cream.”

“DID EITHER OF US GET TOILET PAPER?”

“…I’m thinking no,” Giovanni mused.

“Okay, emergency store run after this for toilet paper,” I declared. “Resume.”

Instead of turning the cans on me, Giovanni spun to kick an apple off the counter so that it would hit me in the sternum. I recoiled, but only slightly. “The fuck was that?”

“That? Oh, THAT was…well, Composer, have you been keeping track of how many hits I’ve landed on you?”

My eyes widened. “SON OF A BITCH.”

“THAT’S RIGHT!” Giovanni crowed. “TWELVE! WHICH MEANS WHEN I LET THESE CANS LOOSE ON YOU, IT’S GONNA BE CRITICAL!”

I let go of the ice cream scoop; it clanged to the floor. “Okay, okay!” I put up that hand in a gesture of surrender. “I give!”

“…Seriously? But it’s no fun if you – “

“I am NOT in the mood to get blasted by critical whipped cream, Gio.”

Giovanni shrugged, not letting go of either can. “All right. Then it stops here.”

I pouted. “I really am sorry I started it. Can we just…you know…kiss and make up?”

“Absolutely.”

I had counted on this. I let him shut his eyes, pucker his lips slightly, lean forward. I advanced.

And then, screaming “WORTH IT!”, smashed the tub of whipped cream directly at his face.

The resulting blast of the aerosol whip was like getting hit with the blast of twenty-six cans of aerosol whip – which, really, isn’t that harmful at all. Just a lot messier and with some added momentum; I ended up skidding across the kitchen floor. “Okay!” I laughed. “I really do give in now! I promise!”

Giovanni was already scooping the cream off his face and shoveling it into his mouth (and this is the part where I want to remind you that as ripe of a picking as this seems for innuendo, neither of our sex-repulsed minds would have it). He then slumped down onto the tile next to me, leaning onto me.

“Well played, minion,” he said with a grin. “We’ll make a bona fide villain out of you yet.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m not already there.”

We actually did kiss then, tasting all the sweeter for being covered in sugar.

#yuletide f/o event #selfship #hoooo boy putting myself out here like this #kinda wanna write more of these?#they'd be tumblr-exclusive though #not for my ao3

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daoquin · 5 years ago

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Sericris Cafe chapter 2

quick note, Rayem is Tunisia and Fatiha is Morocco

João awoke to the noise of his phone alarm cutting shrilly through the previously calm and quiet room. He moved to go get it, but in doing so, fell off his bed. He sat up and grabbed his phone, shutting off his alarm. He checked his messages, and saw that he had missed a call from Fatiha (she had left a voicemail though), but no messages from Sadik. He listened to the voicemail from Fatiha, in which it was her reminding him that that her plane would be landing in the afternoon.

He decided that he would deal with that after he ate some breakfast. He walked into the kitchen and realized that he had absolutely no food, let alone anything that he could cook with. A trip to the was in need. He sighed and walked outside his apartment before realizing that he had absolutely no clue where the nearest store was. He pulled out his phone and got the address to the nearest store. Thankfully it was only a half mile walk from his home.

He set out and took note of the interesting shops along the way. There was a knife shop that he would make sure to visit, he did need a decent set of knives for the cafe. There was also butchers advertising that their meats were the freshest in town. And lastly there was a bakery that smelt absolutely amazing when he walked past it, that just so happened to be right by the store.

He walked in and took notice of the sign that said the produce was fresh from local farms. He glanced around the rest of the store, noticing that it was rather small. He grabbed a basket and looked to see what was in the produce section. Some apples, blackberries, various herbs, and bell peppers seemed to be what was the cheapest; so he grabbed a pack of blackberries, two apples and a small amount of basil.

Next he walked down the aisle with the refrigerated items. He grabbed a dozen eggs, butter, and a half gallon of milk. He browsed the rest of the store, resisting the urge to pick up some fancy spices that he knew he had somewhere in his luggage. He did put a chocolate bar in his basket before walking to the check out. The cashier was fast in checking out his items and soon enough he was walking out of the store and into the bakery.

He looked at the few types of bread that the bakery had. He decided on a normal loaf of bread meant for sandwiches. It was a cheap loaf so he also got a few croissants to have for a meal later.

He walked outside with now three bags of food and decided that he would walk home before he lost track of time to look at knives and the butchers meats. He started walking to his home and cast a few longing glances to the previously mentioned shops. He got halfway home before he realized that he had completely forgotten about purchasing cookware. He looked down at his bags and decided that it would be for the best that he waited until later to get them.

He finally got to his home and placed his bags down on the counter. He swiftly put away the groceries, but left out the apples He checked the time and sighed in relief when it was only noon and decided that he would make himself a small breakfast and do a bit of organizing before he went to the airport to pick up Fatiha.

He devoured one of the apples then went to his room to grab his spices, then put them into one of the smaller kitchen cabinets. He heard his phone go off, ad he checked it. One text from Sadik.

“Hey, would you like to go out for lunch sometime soon” the text read.

“Sure, I’ll be able to go in the next few days” João replied. He was excited to be able to see Sadik again, yet he had other responsibilities that he had to attend to, the cafe and Fatiha being the main ones. His phone dinged again, this time it was Fatiha

“Plane landed early, going through customs now” attached to the text was a picture of her in front of the plane, grinning, her headscarf billowing slightly from the breeze. He received another text from her, “There better be food in the pantry by the time I get to the apartment!” this text was sent with more of a playful undertone, although it did remind that he should probably buy some utensils and cookware before she gets to the apartment; and so for the second time that day he set forth from the apartment, but this time in the opposite direction for a bigger general store.

He walked for a mile to the general store and walked in. This store was much larger than the previous one, and João sighed a breath of relief, this one was bound to have all the cookware that he needed. He walked up to a worker and asked,

“Excuse me, do you know where the cookware is?”

“Yes, it’s in aisle 9 down that way.” the worker pointed to the left side of the store. João thanked him and walked off into the direction that the worker pointed in. He very quickly found what he was looking for beside the utensils, plates and bowls. He picked up a boxed set of pans and pots, then realized that there was no way he was walking home with it, for as heavy as it was. He put it back and instead grabbed the small packs of bowls and utensils. He walked to the self checkout aisle and paid for his items.

He sighed and began his trek home, then sped up when he realized that he wanted to get to there before Fatiha. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. When he returned, he found the to be cracked open, and a few bags of stuff beside the door. He walked inside and placed his bad down on the counter again. He then went to grab the bags from the outside and placed them in the front room. He heard a door swing open and footsteps approach him. He turned around happily and embraced the person looking at him.

“And here I thought you were a thief here to steal my things from beneath my nose.” Fatiha joked and left their embrace.

“I feel as if a thief would be smarter than that.” João joked back.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and help me with the bags.” she replied and picked up half of the remaining bags, leaving the rest for João to pick up. He did so and followed her to her room, setting them down neatly beside her other bags.

“Alright, I can unpack later, but for now I think we should go check out our property. We shouldn’t waste any time on getting started and opened.” Fatiha suggested, and João nodded his agreement. They walked outside their apartment and flagged down a taxi. It took about ten minutes to get there.

They walked into their cafe, and was rather pleased to find that the previous owner had left their chairs and tables. They walked into the kitchen area and stared on checking the oven and stoves for any potential gas leakes, in which they found none. Next they ran an empty load on the dishwasher, after cleaning out it’s individual components and filling it with clean water. They had made a list of the things that they would need to buy to start operating.When they finished with all that, the pair sat down at one of the tables and began discussing.

“I like this place, it should be fairly easy to operate and maintain once we open.” Fatiha said simply.

“I agree, it’s also in a very popular and busy part of town, so we should be making decent money, we just gotta start hiring after we purchase the things we need.” João added. They discussed the various things they wanted to add to the cafe for a while before deciding that they should be going home, although a little trip to the store to get some more food for dinner was in need, berries and eggs weren’t going to cut it on their own.

They looked around the various stores for a few minutes, before deciding on one of the shops that seemed as if it would have the things that they were looking for. They walked in and walked straight to the deli aisle. He greeted them with a friendly smile.

“Hello, I’m Rayem, I’m the shop owner,” he greeted them, then looked at Fatiha, “We can always put in orders for specific dietary needs, I completely understand. Everything also comes fresh from the butchers, so no worries there”

“Thank you for clarifying that, it saves me the hassle of asking. Can we please get a �� pound of turkey.” Fatiha replied.

“Of course, I wouldn’t sell my products to people if I couldn't eat it myself.”

João told Fatiha that he was going to browse the store for the few other ingredients they needed for sandwiches. She nodded in agreement and he walked off to the produce section. He grabbed a tomato and a bag of lettuce, then he walked back to where Fatiha was. He stopped when he realized that she was having a full blown conservation with Rayem in their native language, so he walked off and browsed the various�� aisles. He saw a few things that he would like to come back and buy. He finally walked back to where Fatiha and Rayem were.

“Are we ready?” he asked when they turned to look at him after finishing their conversation. Fatiha nodded, he noticed that she looked rather happy, undoubtedly from whatever they were talking about.

“Here, i can ring the both of you up over here.” Rayem nodded to the till between the deli the start of the produce. Fatiha and João walked over to the till, where Rayem rung them up. He bid them farewell, and wished a good rest of their day. They left and flagged down a taxi. They give the driver their address.

Eventually they found themselves in their apartment, and set down their dinner beside the bowls.

“Did you get plates? Or do we need to go out again?” Fatiha asked. João groaned, and she laughed, “I was just joking, I swear.”

“Good, I’m not going to another store today.”

“We’re not, I swear.” she laughed and started getting the things they would need to make sandwiches.

#aph portugal #aph morocco #aph tunisia #aph turkey #Sericis Cafe

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sohotthateveryonedied · 6 years ago

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(Not gonna lie at least 70% of this is me projecting, but oh well)(and I’m sorry for taking so long to answer this but hey, at least the timing works now so I mean)(Also I’ve been informed that periods actually stop once a dude starts taking T, so these headcanons take place both before Keith had access to testosterone and after they got to space when he didn’t have hormones for a while so his periods started coming back until Pidge and Coran could manufacture him some hormones)

• You think Keith is grouchy already? Then you’re in for quite the unpleasant surprise because he can go from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye this time of the month. This dude on his period is like a feral cat and he will Not Hesitate to kill anybody who so much as looks in his direction.

• Lance: “Hi—“

Keith: “If you say another word I swear to God I will put your jacket in the blender right now don’t test me.”

Lance: “Keith, you’re wearing my jacket—“

Keith, crying and stuffing the sleeves into the blender: “GODAMMIT NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’RE MAKING ME DO, LANCE.”

• By some cruel twist of fate, Keith for some reason always craves milk whenever he’s on his period, which is unfortunate considering the fact that he’s lactose intolerant. So he winds up increasing his suffering by double the amount with stomachaches galore after binging gallons of ice cream and chocolate milk.

Keith, screaming across the castle: “SHIROOOOOOO MY STOMACH HURTS.”

Shiro, who is far too tired to deal with his little brother’s self-destructive tendencies: “STOP DRINKING MILK, IDIOT.”

Keith: “BUT I WANT IT.” *chugs another glass and grimaces in pain* “SHIROOOOOO HELP ME I’M DYING.”

Shiro: *kicks in the door* “STOP! DRINKING! MILK!”

• He gets the worst headaches for the first few days, so he spends a lot of time in bed hiding under the covers with the lights off. Shiro has to come and bring him food because he simply refuses to leave his bed for the first day or two.

• One time he was reading a book but didn’t like the way one of the sentences was phrased so he ripped the page out altogether and burned it to ashes with a candle.

• Back at the Garrison, Shiro would have to make up excuses for why Keith didn’t go to classes because he absolutely refused to leave his dorm room—partly because he was miserable and didn’t feel like having to do stuff, but mostly because he just didn’t want more people knowing he was trans.

• Keith: *rips open a pad package in the Garrison bathroom*

Random dude in the stall next to him: “Who the fuck is eating chips in here?”

• For someone who’s so introverted and quiet all the time, Keith is quite vocal when he’s on his period. His rage increases tenfold and he needs to make sure everyone knows just how distressed he is.

• Keith: *stumbles into the lounge where Lance is sitting*

Keith: *flops onto his lap* “I wanna die.”

Lance, patting his back sympathetically: “Aw, you don’t mean that.”

Keith, holding his knife up to his own abdomen: “Did I fucking stutter.”

• Hunk is rummaging in the kitchen when a sudden crashing noise makes him jump a foot into the air. He sees Keith standing there glaring at a shattered food container.

Hunk: “Um. Did you just smash that on the floor?”

Keith, now perfectly at ease: “Yes.”

Hunk: “Okay......Do you have a reason why, or...?”

Keith: “We don’t have any Ramen.”

Hunk: “So you had to smash that.”

Keith: “Yeah.” *walks away like it never happened*

Hunk: “Fair enough.”

• Lance: “Why are you staring at me and crying?”

Keith, weeping: “YOU’RE JUST SO BEAUTIFUL.”

• Keith and Pidge are the ultimate period buddies and no one can tell me otherwise. They’ll sit around all day watching movies in alien languages they don’t know, eating all the junk food they can find, and complaining about their teammates.

• Keith is really frustrated with his body and feeling especially dysphoric this time of the month, so he spends a lot of time training just to get all his anger out. This means fighting as long as he can, even when he’s curled up on the ground and can hardly move but damn it he’ll keep going because stubbornness.

• Shiro, watching Keith hunched over yet still fighting a training bot who’s just standing there while Keith half heartedly smacks it over and over again: “You okay there bud?”

Keith, slowly lowering himself to the ground and curling in a ball, still hitting the bot’s ankle: “Leave me alone I’m busy being a warrior.”

Shiro: “The training bot isn’t even on, you froot loop.”

• Coran goes to the kitchen at night to discover Keith stealing snacks like a raccoon.

Coran: “Keith, what are you—“ *Keith hisses and pelts him with space M&Ms* “hOLY QUIZNACK GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREATURE!”

• The paladins are all eating dinner, and Allura watches Keith’s empty chair suspiciously.

Allura: “Is Keith not joining us tonight?”

Pidge: “Nah, he’s just lying under the table. Say hi, Keith.”

Keith: *moans*

Pidge: “See he’s fine.”

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