#he's making fun of me >> fat gum

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Warnings: Language, smut, and NSFW. Reader uses lipstick on Eddie’s back.

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When you let Eddie use your naked back as a place to outline his campaign plan with his figurines, in exchange, also using your lipstick on his body for a little extra fun…

It’s a story that will be for the history books, it will. Eddie running out of paper and forgetting to add it to his convenience store list - a tale as old as time, really. Having to rely on one sheet you’d scrounged from your small pocket journal — with minimal space for game plan, Eddie was irritated. But you’d been in a playful mood all day, teasing him, taunting him, wearing that oversized t-shirt with a printed bouquet of flowers on it, and having the audacity to change out of your normal underwear for a thong.

“You’re not wearin’ any underwear there, sweetheart,” he says, watching your shirt ride up and the fat of your ass spill out around the thin piece of fabric.

You hum, chewing on your gum, blowing a bubble that touches your cute nose, acting nonchalant — ergo, making Eddie Munson go crazy. “Yes I am, and you know it.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, continuing to rifle through his things, before giving up. He knees his way into the bed with you, arm tossing around your shoulders, kneading tension with a mannerism, in which, only he can provide for you. You form a plan quickly, reaching for your discarded purse on his nightstand, forgoing your magazine to show him an extremely bright, neon red lipstick. “Here’s a pencil.”

“And just what do you propose, little devil of mine?” He’s amused, mirth glittering in those chocolate eyes when you turn into his cheeky smile.

“You’ve got a pencil - check. Well, I do. But that’s for later.” You place the lipstick aside. “And you need a canvas, right?”

He’s nodding slowly, eyebrow raised. “Well established, yes.”

You perform an erotic act next, one that Eddie can’t describe. You reach back to yank on your hem, tugging your shirt up your back until it’s around your neck, then you lift your head, slide it down your arms, and fling it across room — without even showing him just a glimpse of your beautiful tits. He’s cursing, jaw dropping. And then you’re propping on your tucked arms. “A fleshy expanse, for lack of better word terms.”

“You… I… you’re shittin’ me.”

You shake your head. “Nope. Write down a general idea on your paper, then act it out on my back. But only if I get to have a little fun of my own on yours.”

Eddie thinks he’s passed on again. But as you relax back down, he immediately gets to work outlining on his one sheet of paper. It’s done after what feels like forever, but has been half an hour (he hasn’t finished, needing a halfway break by your distraction.) It’s enough for him to slide off his bed and go grab his little figurines he normally maps out on a bigger sheet of paper. You sigh with their tiny little presses, Eddie muttering out commands to them, lining them, shifting. And your ass wiggles a bit, causing him to lose all focus.

He tosses everything aside and it clatters to the floor, but you’re rushing him before he can even adjust the growing hardness between his legs. You shove him onto his stomach, straddling his backside in surprise, a giggle as you sweep the curls off his naked shoulder blades, his ears perking up as he hears the cap click off your lipstick.

“Babe…” he warns, a whine dipping off his hot mouth.

“Shh, you had your fun, now it’s my turn.” And Eddie awaits your ‘fun’, cock trapped between his stomach and the mattress, throbbing.

It’s a weird sensation to have your makeup marking his way — cool and kinda sticky. He doesn’t resist the smirk at his own joke. But he’s curious, he’s turned on, he’s a hot rod smoking at the wheels. And only does he let out the extreme breath he’s been holding, when he hears the cap return. You blow along his back, causing his nipples to perk, and he is lifting himself up.

He can’t wait anymore. He doesn’t care what you’ve drawn on him (an attempt at a bat with heart eyes), he’ll find out later… You’re already consenting with blown pupils and a matching nod, lipstick landing on the dresser across the room from a careless throw. Eddie’s voice is a low rumble, practically making his chain bounce from its echo. He licks his mouth, the corner of his lip, and he speaks. “Turn back around for me, pull your thong down.”

You comply, soaked and ever-so-willing. It makes him cocky, giddy. His sweats catching on his cock as he lowers them below his ass. He can’t wait. Spreads your cheeks apart to see how you glisten for him, how messy your curls are, and ring clad fingers spread you open and he watches, spare hand jerking himself with his pre to slick up. His hands finds yours over the headboard as he takes you, across your sticky flesh, the lipstick stained bat moving when the muscles beneath his skin do…

[https-milo]

I didn’t see him on your list of characters guide but would you ever do Fatgum for the Instagram series? If not feel free to ignore this! I just love him a lot!

I NEED TO UPDATE MY LIST OF CHARACTERSSS I SWEAR!! THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND TIME SOMEONE'S REQUESTED SOMEONE WHO WASN'T ON THE LIST BUT I DON'T MIND DOING :,((

anyways! thanks for the request!!

DATING TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU(FAT GUM) INSTAGRAM!

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instagram posts w/ comments while dating Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fat Gum)!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/nbakes · 13w

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y/nbakes new bite-sized pies at the bakery! come on down and let me know how they taste! :D Tagged: sugarcoatbakery

t.amajiki /bmi.fatgum you wanted a new bakery to visit, right? bmi.fatgum t.amajiki wow amajiki! this is great! if only you could speak out like this during work hours, huh? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum you're so mean. this is workplace harassment

bmi.fatgum THOSE LOOK SO GOOD! I'M RUNNING! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum UH HELLO? I'LL SEE YOU SOON THEN, MR. FAT GUM!

bmi.fatgum · 10w

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bmi.fatgum I've been going to sugarcoatbakery every day for two weeks now, they never miss! The food is so good!

Tagged: y/nbakes

y/nbakes AHH OMG! HELLO?? Thank you so much, Mr. Fat gum! I'm glad you enjoy the food my staff and I make! bmi.fatgum y/nbakes ANYTIME! YOU'RE SO TALENTED! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum you're too sweet :,) <3 bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I should be saying that to you, considering you're the baker! :D y/nbakes bmi.fatgum well, you're the one that eats all my sweets! you inhale everything sweet, sooo YOU are sweet! ^-^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes whatever you say ;)

redriot OH HEY! That's the place you took Amajiki and me to! t.amajiki redriot yeah... I showed it to him and he's obsessed with goin now. only when the owner is working though bmi.fatgum t.amajiki AHAHAH WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN, TAMAKI!? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum I feel your glare through my screen and it's scaring me. I wanna go home.

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: we should do that again buttt without Tamaki and Kirishima!!

y/nbakes: I would love to!! that'd be so fun :D

bmi.fatgum: sooo it's a date? Read 18:26

y/nbakes: SORRY I WAS FREAKING OUT Sent 18:32

y/nbakes: UH YES PLEASE! JUST LET ME KNOW WHEN???

bmi.fatgum: of course, I'll pick you up Saturday?

y/nbakes: YESYESYESYEYSES

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: making me look big and for what :(

y/nbakes: taiiii you realize you eat my entire inventory during your patrols right ^-^

y/nbakes: no offense, but it is also kind of a part of your quirk!!

y/nbakes: besidesss it makes you strong, right? but I think you're already strong, skinny form or hero form!!

bmi.fatgum: you think im strong?

y/nbakes: well duh! why wouldn't I?

y/nbakes: you're not #58 for no reason, y'know? bmi.fatgum reacted "❤️" to this message

bmi.fatgum: thanks y/n :)

bmi.fatgum: are you interested in going out again?

y/nbakes: 1000000000%!!

y/nbakes: tonight was so fun <3

y/nbakes: thank youuu

bmi.fatgum: anytime! :DD

bmi.fatgum: how about a restaurant this time?

y/nbakes: id love that!

bmi.fatgum: great! I'll pick you up Tuesday night? y/nbakes reacted "❤️" to this message

y/nbakes: sounds perfect :)

y/nbakes · 9w

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y/nbakes me and the newly-appointed boyfriend had an amazing dinner <3 (the flowers smelt soooo good!!)

Tagged: bmi.fatgum

bmi.fatgum our past few dates have been so fun, I'm so glad we're together!! <33 y/nbakes bmi.fatgum me too!! I'm super glad you came into my bakery and ate all those apple pies a month ago ^^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I'd do it again 100 times y/nbakes bmi.fatgum for me or the pies? bmi.fatgum y/nbakes both!! 🥰🥰

redriot wow, I dont think i've seen Fat Gum with portions that small y/nbakes redriot don't let the picture fool you!! (he ordered 6 different meals and 2 whole cakes) redriot y/nbakes sounds more like it! 😭😭

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[quirkwizard]

Other than the ones we already know, what products do you think other pro heroes endorse?

I'm not certain how you want me to tackle this, whether it's listing out what heroes may endorse in their line of work or cover specific products for each hero, so I did a bit of both.

So if we're talking in general, I'm sure that there are any number of generic products that heroes would have a brand deal with. Action figures, lunch boxes, children's soap. What I'm saying is that if you've seen a Marvel character on it in the past ten years, chances are that All Might had his own version of it in this setting. For more personal products, there could be any number of options. They could have specific toys, like a gun and target set for Snipe or a set of concrete-like building blocks or grey goo for Cementoss. I'm sure that products would be clamoring to have heroes endorse products related to their power, like Fat Gum having his own line of instant-ready meals or Enji getting associated with a bunch of grills. Some of them may even be intentional, such as Aizawa getting his face slapped on a box of eye drops because of how often he uses them.

Then there are products that the user has a more personal touch in. Fashion is the first to come to mind. This could be something the hero was involved with, such as Best Jeanist having his own clothing brand of his designs, or inspired by them, such as Hawks having a deal with some fashion brand to make versions of his jacket and glasses. There could be any number of businesses that heroes have built up and attached their names to, such as Thirteen having a spaced-themed play zone for kids to have safe fun in or Mount Lady owning a saloon where she promotes her various beauty products. Speaking of businesses, there are going to be restaurants about heroes. I guarantee that even the non-food-related heroes have some restaurants or brand deals with them, something I have talked about at length before with several heroes.

Then there is the more personal side of things, where the hero had an even bigger hand in them. We know that heroes can have documentaries made about them or run radio shows, so it'd be neat to see that expanded on. Something like Ms. Joke running her own late-night show where she messes with various heroes or works out specials done by Miruko that likely kill anyone who tries to do it. The arts could also be covered by them, such as Present Mic having an entire album that he sang and produced or Ryukyu making and selling off personal pieces of art she made for charity. And surely people who had as storied lives as heroes would have book deals about them, such as a book by Gang Orca talking about his struggles with his appearance throughout his life or Sir Nighteye writing a biography about All Might's history.

[dearlymrme]

Hi can you pleaaaaassse do HCs about Copias corruption kink I’ll literally die

Have a little short nonny.

Innocence Is Overated (Copia x Reader)

You both have a kink.

Who does Papa turn to for confession with all his predecessors dead?

Copia has to try hard to convince himself once in a while. He’s a good man. He’s an honest man, well, sure, there's a little white lie once in a while, but he’s never hurt anybody with it. He’s never stolen, and he’s worked hard to get where he is now. (Even though he’s almost certain his name was drawn from a hat.) He keeps everything tidy. He’s frank. He’s polite. He’s a good man.

But his eyes are on you.

You’re new to the sisterhood and still wet behind the ears, with your habit on proper and not a hair out of place. You’re bright, you’re shiny, you’re fresh. You have a soft voice, a shy smile, and despite being a Sister of Sin, you have innocent eyes. He always sees you working, helping someone with their tasks or chores, volunteering to do more. You’re wonderful with the children, compassionate with the ghouls, and come up with fun games for both of them. You’re full of energy, your kind, you have such a sweet smile and give it to everyone, including him, you light up like a festive float anytime you cross someone in the halls. You're just so…pure.

And he wants to see you absolutely destroyed. He wants to see your mascara running with tears down your flushed cheeks. He wants to see your lipstick smeared and your lips puffy and kiss swollen. He was to see your neck decorated with a choker of bruises. He wants to see your tits suckled with bite marks. He wants to see your pussy, puffy and gummed with his leaking cum. He wants to take this pure ray of sunshine and turn it into the dirtiest fucking poster whore he can. He wants to wreck you in every way possible. Stain you in such a way nobody else will want you.

He’s a good man. He swears.

But any time he gets alone in his office, he imagines you and his cock throbs. He imagines you in his office dressed in all manner of skimpy things. Sometimes, it's your habit. Sometimes, it's a cute little plaid skirt. But more often, it's something white. Whatever it is he's flipping up your dress to slide off your cute panties (polka-dot, soft little clouds, even kittens) and stuffing his face between your thighs until your legs are quivering and you can barely stand. He imagines fingering your tight cunt and curling his digits until you sob his name just right and licks his lips at the thought of getting you to squelch.

He wonders if you’ve ever sucked cock before. He wraps a hand around his dick as it jumps at the thought that he’d be your first. Your eyes wide in alarm as he reveals to you his thick fat member and guides your hands down to wrap around it and get a feel for just how large he is. He’s the thickest you’ve ever had.

He imagines you swallowing nervously and looking up at him with a hint of fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He promises. Oh don’t worry, he will. He’ll be gentle up until he manages to get half of it down your throat and then shoves in the other half without remorse. He’ll apologize. ‘An accident.’ He swears. But after that first gag and those first tracks of tears down your cheeks you’ll get the idea. You’ll try your hardest to get all of him down your throat, your pretty pink lips stretched around his cock and shiny with precum, spit, and your cherry chapstick.

He’d shower you with compliments and praise. You’d love it. He’ll help you discover your kink for it.

“Doing so good, taking me so well.” Your face would flush, and your thighs would rub together. You gag, you try your hardest to take him but your jaw hurts and he pulls you off gently by your chin and slaps your cheek with his wet, spit slick cock.

“Look at what you're doing to me. All that is for you. You're making me feel so good. Look how hard and wet I am for you." And you're wet and frustrated before he guides you to the bed and has you lay down. He pulls your legs apart and lines himself up.

Belial, you would be so tight, or perhaps it’s just been too long for you. Either way, you grip him like a vice and whimper when he stuffs you with his cock, he can feel your walls sucking him in and flexing around him as he pushes further and further into you and-

Copia grunts as the band in his lower stomach snaps and cum jets from his cock. He tightens his hand over his dick and squeezes before slowly gliding his fist over his shaft and milks himself of his release.

He sighs, slouching on his bed pillows, and lets his orgasm rumble through him. Then he reaches the nightstand and takes a few tissues, and cleans himself up.

This is always where the fantasy ends. He simply can’t help himself.

Satanas, what he would give for the real thing.

He's in the midst of cleaning up for the night when he hears a knock from his door and goes to answer only to finding you there with a flush on your face, that same flush he had been fantasizing about mere minutes ago. You're wearing a simple but thin tee-shirt with cartoon characters and a pair of shorts.

"Hello Papa...do you have a minute to talk?" And you're shifting your thighs just so, and he can't help but glance at your cleavage so obviously pronounced in your shirt. There, he sees a ruby red fabric with white circles, just barrly oeaking out from the low collar of your shirt.

Polka-dots.

And well...

...He does try very hard to be a good man.

[londonfog-chan]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Rite Here, Rite Now Part 1

This two shot fic is dedicated to that poor soul on TikTok getting shitty comments about a headcanon of Eddie liking Ghost. Fandom has become so damn toxic bro. Who cares about what an imaginary character likes or dislikes?? We are cringe, we are legion. We make out of pocket headcanons sometimes. Like come on, Eddie might “theoretically” dislike Mary On A Cross specifically for various reasons, but I could see him having some favorites. You can’t say he would entirely hate Ghost when fucking Year Zero and Mummy Dust exist. Or the whole of Prequelle as an album. I had to laugh at one person saying he liked Avenged Sevenfold (it didn’t exist in the 80’s and neither did Ghost like we are literally arguing about shit he wouldn’t have known about be so serious rn). But I digress. I’ve even gotten a couple hateful comments on a fun little TikTok I made and I honestly have just been deleting them and blocking. Don’t even want to deal with people’s bullshit anymore. Please enjoy this spite fic and continue writing and having fun babes. Go against the flow and make Eddie proud.

Part 1 (You are Here), Part 2

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Every member of Corroded Coffin could tell when you arrived to a function. Eddie knew the sound of your car like a cat that knows when its owner is home, and he’d be waiting outside the school to greet you first. That and the car make and model. Someone always called it if not Eddie. He’d been off his game today though, definitely the excited nerves. Jeff called out your 1979 Volkswagen Beetle heading up the driveway by slugging Eddie hard on the bicep, Gareth and Dougie immediately following up with calling “no tag backs” as they rushed to hit each other and Eddie like a bunch of middle schoolers. Eddie almost got nailed by Dougie’s beefy fist until he nimbly dodged out of the way, cradling his prized Warlock like it was a newborn.

“God dammit, easy asshole!” Eddie laughed. “Don’t be hitting my baby! I need her intact if I’m going to impress our songstress.”

“Trust me Ed, she doesn’t need more impressing. You had her in a tizzy when you asked her to write a song for you. I wonder what she came up with.” Gareth said, leaning forward so his hands were settled on both his high and medium toms, he was watching your approach intently with a gleam in his eye. “She didn’t even make it to campaign on Friday. Must have really been in the zone.”

You parked the car against the side of the driveway, emerging looking as though you’d just swallowed a whole mouthful of cry baby sour gum. Your lips were pressed tightly together, clutching your fat Trapper Keeper to your chest as you approached the group.

“Hey sweetheart!” Eddie called, waving you over enthusiastically. “You okay?”

“Eddie… God it’s so bad… It’s worse than I thought.” You said, grimacing.

God you looked delicious. He couldn’t help himself but to stare and smile like a dope. With each step your flowing gray skirt swished enticingly side to side, and with a bit of pride Eddie noticed you were wearing the Twisted Sister shirt he’d distressed for you, looking like an adorable snack of a metalhead with your black clothes, black opaque tights and dirty Chucks.

Eddie’s smile faltered only slightly when he heard your self depreciation.

“Oh come on, can’t be that bad. Not with those grades you’ve got in English. Let me see…”

“Fuck no! No seriously… it’s worse than you think.” You insisted, shaking your head and pulling away from his outstretched hand, “It’s so… God dammit! What the hell was I thinking…?”

Gareth, Jeff and Dougie left their instruments to approach you, Eddie putting both hands on your shoulders to comfort you.

“Hey, hey… come on, don’t be like that.” He said, smile gone and a more serious look on his face. “I get it, I really do. It comes with the territory of writing your own songs. Trust me, I’ve done it for years. You won’t pick it up overnight, and whatever you think is weak we can work on it together. I’m a DM honey, I can have my pen out faster than you can blink and help redraft as many times as it takes.”

“Oh… god dammit… okay, fine…”

You reluctantly handed Eddie the trapper keeper, the velcro making a harsh rip as he pulled it open to the first page where your lyrics neatly sat waiting for him to peruse. Eddie’s eyebrow raised when he saw the title, “Square Hammer”, outlined in red ink.

“ ‘Square Hammer’? … Huh… I like it, that’s good.” Eddie nodded, and continued to read on.

The lyrics were certainly unique to say the least. It was obvious you’d tried to go with a theme based on the prompt he’d given you: something that oozes the brooding dark metal he envisioned Corroded Coffin would croon to thousands of fans. You certainly had an affinity for the macabre, and he knew he could trust you with everything he wanted in his vision. Then again you could have written the cheesiest, poppy trash in the world and he would have loved it. He was extremely biased, far too sweet on you for his own good. But these weren’t bad at all. The lyrics reminded him of old Hollywood vampire movies, echoing the work of Doctor Faustus with the thematic element in the song. The voice of the lyrics seemed to be coming from an otherworldly entity, one summoned to offer power and prestige to the listener.

And Eddie was obsessed with every word the further he read on.

“Woah, woah…”

His eyes widened with every sentence he read.

“Holy shit…”

Powers clandestine, solving a crooked rhyme… Every line, no matter how simple, packed a lot when combined in the collective.

Eddie finally looked up at you, completely bewildered.

“You wrote this by yourself?!” He croaked.

You were embarrassed to hell, curling in on yourself and looking like you wanted to die.

“Ye… yeah… I… When you asked me to write for you, I got really stuck on what I wanted to do. But I remember you mentioned Black Sabbath was one of your first covers, and then I couldn’t get the image of the coffin out of my head because, you know, “Corroded Coffin”… and then we were reading Faustus in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class and I thought since you asked me to do you this favor and Faustus is all about favors…-“

You were rambling. Not even paying attention to Eddie’s continually growing grin. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet the longer you ranted on, until his untamable outburst silenced you.

“THIS IS AMAZING!” Eddie was screaming, scaring the shit out of everyone. “Holy fuck sweetheart! Are you bullshitting me?! This is… fuck! We’ve been stressing for new material for next month’s gig at The Hideout and you just gave it to us on a silver platter?! Jesus H.!”

“Bwha-?!”

“Check this out…!” Eddie turned away to show his friends while you quietly protested, unable to speak as he passed the paper around. The guys crowded around, each one shouting out when they saw a favorite part, “hammering the nails into the sacred coffin” quickly became a favorite, because they immediately began trying to work out how they could fit the lyrics to sound.

“All we gotta do is work out a melody and we’re in business baby!” Eddie said. “This is bitchin’!”

“But it doesn’t even make any sense!” You argued. “Like seriously? The entrance to the shrine part does not fucking fit, I only wrote it because I couldn’t come up with a better rhyme with clandestine!”

“Who cares?” Eddie cried. “It’s badass as hell! The imagery is absolutely savage… ‘Hiding from the night, sacrificing nothing’, and don’t let me forget about the little tongue in cheek line you added about hammering nails into a sacred coffin!”

“It’s fucking great!” Echoed Jeff.

“You should be proud. You managed to take our style and give it a unique spin, that’s not something anyone can do.” Eddie praised. “God dammit… I’d have been a millionaire by now if I could write like this.”

“You… you really liked those parts?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course I did sweetheart! This is real metal shit right here. And the part with the ‘crooked rhyme’? That really captured the creep factor I was looking for. Shit… what’s more metal than summoning a demon for a deal? That’s exactly what Corroded Coffin needs in its material. I love this little brain of yours!”

“Don’t forget Ed!” Dougie cut in. “ ‘Are you ready to swear right here right now before the devil’?!”

“Bitchin’! Keep this up, and I’m gonna wanna make you write all of Corroded Coffin’s songs from now on!” Eddie beamed happily.

“We gotta get the melody worked out!” Jeff said, “Any ideas? I could come up with a few…”

The boys began gabbing together, Eddie unable to help himself as he began to strum his precious 1984 BC Warlock, his black beauty. Without a doubt he could already envision how he could make his baby purr for you, impress you, take you out finally.

And then you changed his world forever.

“… I had an idea for a melody already…” you said quietly.

All eyes turned to you. The guys were thunderstruck.

“Seriously?! Lyrics and a melody?! You’re spoiling the shit out of me sweetheart! Jeff, let her borrow your…-“

“No… no I… I don’t know how to play guitar…” you said, cutting off Eddie sheepishly, “But I… I brought my Casio with me…”

“Where is it?!”

“In the trunk of my bug…”

“Well go get it! Show me whatcha got sweetheart!”

Eddie followed you to the front of the Volkswagen. Everyone always thought the front trunk was the coolest shit ever and he was no exception. The cool car only added to the many things he liked about you. You took out the obnoxiously large keyboard and the stand, fumbling to close the trunk until Eddie stepped in with an “easy… I got it”, slamming the trunk shut and helping you lift the Casio like a gentleman. You were shaking, vibrating with embarrassment so hard that Eddie had to help you plug everything in and adjust the sound, hovering and reaching over you on purpose hoping you’d notice and feel his burn for you.

“Alright sweetheart? Show us what you’ve got.”

You turned on the Casio and fingered the keys gently, warming up with a few chords as you tried to soothe the shaking in your fingers. Fiddling with the settings, you stalled as long as you could while the boys waited patiently. Once you found the setting you wanted, you went for it.

It was like a demon had possessed your body. The melody was quick, but it packed a hell of a punch. It was in the key of D minor, and you had ironically chosen what sounded like a combination of 1960’s psychedelic sticky rhodes and Transylvanian organ to achieve the effect you wanted. The sound overall was eerie, yet enchantingly fun all at the same time. And your singing! You were singing softly under your breath, rocking yourself to the melody on the tips of your worn out sneakers, and you had quite the set of pipes! Despite your shot nerves, you’d clearly come up with something truly special that no one else in the entire world could have conceived of.

It wasn’t the traditional metal Eddie had in mind, more avant-garde, theatrical even. Whereas he had expected a sound more like Black Sabbath, you played something not out of place at a theater performance of Dracula. But this sound… there was something that nagged him about it. It was a sound that Eddie could imagine playing to arenas of screaming, adoring fans.

“Gentlemen… that’s our fucking song!” Eddie cried, “That’s our song, it’s a goddamned masterpiece!”

The Casio halted, and your mouth was hanging open mid play.

“What?! How-…” you began.

“I can already hear the riff, Ed what do you think of following with standard tuning instead of going to D minor?” Jeff picked up his Gibson and began to play, mimicking what he heard on your Casio by ear. “If you move it, the sound is way off from what I’m envisioning. But if you keep it at standard you leave it easier on the fingers with the couple of open notes when you start stretching.”

“Yeah, yeah! If you tune it down it’s going to sound off with her playing when you hit the chords.” Eddie agreed, immediately looking back at you. “Play it one more time sweetheart?”

You cautiously complied, going through the melody one more time as Jeff began to follow with you. Eddie was completely absorbed in your music, listening to both you and Jeff play and following along quietly. The warlock in his hands eventually couldn’t be helped, humming to life when he started playing a chord at a time by ear. As he played, he kept you repeating the melody over and over, both Eddie and Jeff deep in concentration on the sound. It was getting almost exhausting trying to continually repeat the sound until they got it right.

“D minor.” Eddie said, playing a note.

“Then she does B flat there.” Jeff played.

“A minor.” They said in unison.

“C. And that’s what I’m thinking your rhythm guitar can do, meanwhile, I’ll keep the root of the chords for the riff so I can follow her keys.” Eddie said, and he began to perfectly copy your melody. “Okay sweetheart, just one more time… and then let’s bring everything together.”

[mimiriko]

Blue + Gojou? <3

writing game | the famous blue…

There’s gum stuck on the soles of your shoes.

You feel it stick to the ground, a small amount of weight in your steps that captures your attention. Frankly, with the dizzying day you’ve had, full of summer and fun, it takes you by surprise you still have the ability to feel these small details.

Maybe you should reach down and scrape it off. But you really don’t want to touch it. In the 7/11 you’re in, there has to be something to use as a tool—

“Oi, which one do you want?”

You turn back to the freezer. Wisps of cold air chills the sweat on your hairline. “Um,” you point to your standard choice, “that one.”

Satoru crinkles his nose. “Ew.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Yeah? Didn’t think blueberry soda would be any better.”

“Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’, “it is.”

For the final time, he sticks his head into the cocoon of winter, closing his eyes in relief. You count for five seconds before he stands up, as usual, and watch him pick your ice cream, the one a little deeper in the stack. Just like you taught him to.

You two make a beeline for a bench tucked in the grooves of the trees, where the sound of the waves still reach. A hidden place for rest you discovered when your boomerang skittered to the ground, next to its foot. He knows how much you love the sea, and wordlessly leaves the spot nearest to the beach. In thanks, you open his wrapper.

It’s an electric blue; tacky with a dolphin mascot, meant to grab a child’s interest. You find a pattern in Satoru’s choices: he always picks the most colorful, the most interesting. His innocence shows in mundane ways, things only you can see.

The popsicle itself is also a bright blue. He licks with a hum, then blanches.

You wait for the inevitable.

“Hey, hey, switch with me.”

You pointedly ignore him. “There’s two days left to our trip.” You say, watching the faint sight of waves crashing on rocks. “What else is left on our itinerary?”

The sticky blue drips on his fingers. “Couple of seafood restaurants left. Paragliding too,” he reaches out to poke your shoulder. “c’mon, I cant eat this—”

“Wouldn’t this be a nice place to live?” You look up to the dense trees above, fixating on the small fissures of sunlight peeking in. “We can build a house here and eat mango and sticky rice forever.”

He considers you. “We could,” he nods, looking serious. As if leaving your duties was an actual choice you could consider—he could consider. “It’ll be easy.”

You can’t help but snort.

But you can’t help dreaming about it either. Blue swimsuits and blue ice creams. Languid days washing out the bloody past. Maybe.

“Whatever happens, you know I’ll follow you.”

You take his popsicle and give him yours.

“I know.”

You watch him lick a fat strip of your ice cream, and go: “Yuck!”

[faulty-writes]

Hello I'm not sure if you're free right now but could you do headcanons for bully Mirko and bakugou (separately) with a reader who is very chill but when insulted just enough they ROAST THEM TO THEIR VERY BONES (also search up packgod on YouTube if you don't know what I mean) and finally have fun 🙂

[ I listened to this dude, and I almost felt bad for laughing. Goddamn though, he gives Present Mic a run for his money with the way he spits out them words. I hope you enjoy these headcanons, I missed writing for our bunny girl and hot-headed boom boom boy. ]

"Awe, what's a matter? Is pretty face gonna cry?!" Rumi mocked, making the motion of wiping her eyes to further add to the humiliation she hoped you felt. You groaned, picking your now food-covered face up from your tray. Yes, this was your life. Constantly being bullied by Rumi.

Despite the obstacles in your everyday school life, you were known for your calm and collected attitude which at times would bother Rumi as she continuously tried different tactics to get a rise out of you. Jello in your locker, tacks on your seat, hell even physical bruises on your body. But no, nothing seemed to make you angry.

Rumi aspired to be a hero and while she knew the things she did weren't very hero-like, everyone had their own style and that's just something the public would have to deal with. Of course, her heroic side shined more when she witnessed you getting bullied by others instead of her, and frankly, she didn't know how you'd handle them on your own so stepping in was the only option.

"Ya know, that could have been bad back there, pretty face!" she snapped before furiously biting into her carrot. "Keep letting them treat ya like that and ya won't make it in the real world," she noted, but you only smiled in return knowing that the best kind of advantage is when others thought they had the upper hand.

"Big-nosed, big-headed, Fat Gum looking what?" Rumi questioned, holding her hands against her stomach as she laughed. She never imagined she'd step into the middle of you screaming at someone, granted they had just insulted you and frankly you had enough drama for one day, so you unleashed your secret weapon. The power of roasting.

"Hah! Do that again! I dare you!" Rumi said, jabbing your shoulder and well, who were you to deny her wishes? 'Big-toothed, orange carrot eating, no good sleeping, peeping and sneaking, rule-breaking, poor excuse for WWE fighting, Bugs Bunny rip off,' wasn't something she expected to come out of your mouth but in a way, she loved it.

It was partly a relief to know that you could, maybe, handle your own. "Looks like my pretty face is growing up," she declared, placing her hands on her hips. "But don't go thinking you've outsmarted me, got it!?" you should have known nothing would stop Rumi's goal of making your life miserable.

He hated and loved you. It was rare that someone wasn't intimidated by him. Sure, there was that damned Deku and Best Jeanist, and like Best Jeanist, you had a calm composure around him, and it pissed him off.

"Say something already or I'll kick your ass, damn it!" he snapped, grasping the front of your shirt while smoke seeped from his palms. You knew from experience that Katsuki was a hothead and disregarded the rules which is why you had become his target for bullying. But you refused to give him the satisfaction he was looking for and frankly, you didn't like how you got when someone truly pissed you off.

Much like Present Mic, your voice was your biggest weapon. This paired with your intellect or ability to spit rhythms was part of the reason you preferred to remain in a calm state. But Katsuki didn't understand this, not that you admitted it to him, and because of this he continued to make your everyday school life a living nightmare.

"Had enough yet!?" he demanded with his arms crossed, standing in front of you who was currently slumping against a brick wall. There were several burns across your body and the reason behind said burns was because you had refused to give Katsuki the reaction he was looking for and so he decided to try and force it out of you, Of course, this didn't work.

You knew he wouldn't believe you and you couldn't blame him. After all, who would think that you were the master of musical insults? "Heh, so what? Words don't mean anything," he said with a smirk. "If they did, you would have said something already. Challenge me, damn it!" he demanded with a snarl but now wasn't the time. At least that's what you decided.

It took a lot for you to get worked up, but as of late, Katsuki's constant belittlement of you was a little too much. So when you finally spit out, 'Blond anime-looking spiked-up hair, lame quirk using, kool-aid man bursting through walls, overactive, non-stop, mouth flapping, idiot!' you felt an enormous amount of pride fill you as his jaw dropped.

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 31. "Animal". I can't believe I did this. I can't believe I completed it. I loved every second of this. Have some soft dad Buggy with a fussy child.)

"Meow!"

Buggy rubbed his face sleepily as he opened his eyes, frowning at the weight on his chest as he tried to understand what he was looking at. Cat ears, a fluffy mane, and a big smile was on the face of his son as he perched on his dad.

"Daddy, wake up!" Sunny insisted with a giggle.

"Why are you dressed as Richie?" Buggy asked groggily. He knew why. Sunny had made fun costumes for the kids and Prism and Sunny refused to remove theirs. It had been a week. Sunny was a lion and Prism was an elephant. If his son was in here then it meant his daughter was nearby.

"Awoo!"

Buggy forced himself to sit up, looking over the side of the bed as his daughter puffed her cheeks out and pretended to make elephant noises. He lifted her onto the bed with a sleepy sigh. It was his birthday, he was supposed to be sleeping in. Why wasn't it happening?

"Can't daddy have five more minutes?" He whined pitifully as he flopped back onto his bed as Sunny and Prism pawed and pushed him. How did he end up with five kids? Oh, right, he loved his wife and found himself loving being a dad. It was such a weird thought, something he truly didn't think would happen.

"Uh uh!" Sunny giggled as he bounced off of Buggy and onto the bed beside him. "I'm Richie! Roar!"

"Imma elephant!" Prism said before a frown crossed her face. "I want a name."

"Then pick a name, candy corn." Buggy replied sleepily as laid on his back with an arm draped over his eyes. "Any name."

"No, Daddy, I'm an elephant and I can't talk!" She told him with a shake to his arm. "You gotta pick my name!"

"I can pick your name!" Sunny told his twin. She shook her head, giant elephant ears flopping around.

"No, we can't talk 'cause we're animals!" She shot back. "Daddy hasta name me!"

Oh sweet Lord... "Does Daddy have to?" Buggy whined. "It's Daddy's birthday and he was up late. He just wants t'sleep, my precious babies."

"Bu-But daddy-"

Nope, nope, he should have just given her a name and been done with it because he could hear it in her voice that she was about to start crying and he was too tired for that. With a heavy sigh he sat up to face his youngest ones. Sunny was all smiles, just like his mother, while Prism had big fat tears in her eyes as she sniffled, snot already threatening to drip from her big red nose. His wife joked that she birthed their clones because Prism had the same way of reacting to things as Buggy: over the top, loud, and full of all kinds of emotions.

"Oh, gum drop." He rubbed his face, racking his brain for some kind of silly name for her. "Uh... Elephant name... Ellie? Elsa? Uh..."

Prism sniffled and shook her head. "No."

"I thought animals couldn't talk." Buggy said as Sunny made himself comfortable beside Buggy, leaning into his daddy as he tugged at the mane. Prism glared at Buggy and he let out another tired sigh. "I'unno, Mama's better with names."

"Sparkles the Elephant!" Sunny suggested.

"No, we can't talk, daddy hasta do it!" Prism shrieked. Buggy winced at the high pitched noise and put his arm around his son.

"For animals who can't talk, you two sure talk a lot." He mumbled. "Elephant names... Elephant names... Stompy? Tootie?"

She shook her head, sniffling and fussing as she grew more agitated. Of all the kids, Prism was definitely most reactive to things. She got overstimulated quickly, often couldn't process what she needed, but thankfully her parents knew what to do.

Buggy pulled his daughter into his lap and laid her head against his chest. Ever since she was a fussy baby she would be soothed by this, hearing his heartbeat seemed to relax her and still seemed to work. She tugged on the elephant ears with a sob as she curled against him as her brother crawled into Buggy's lap next to her, grabbing onto her sleeve gently.

"It's okay, baby, we'll think of an elephant name for you." Buggy never thought he'd have to say words like that, but since the birth of his first kid he found himself saying the most unlikely sentences. "It might just take daddy a few minutes, okay, because daddy is still waking up."

"Su-Sunny already has a name!" She cried as her brother tried to comfort her. "I want a name!"

"I know." Buggy wanted his wife to show up and make everything better.

"A-And he's named after mama!"

"...okay." He rubbed his face wearily and looked down at his teary-eyed daughter. "Baby, do you want your elephant name to be Buggy?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding, sniffling loudly as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. Buggy nodded and tapped her on the nose.

"You are now Buggy the Elephant, okay? You and Richie the Lion should go find Mama and tell her daddy wants breakfast, 'kay?" He hoped they would. He was hungry and didn't want to get out of bed yet.

"Daddy, I'm an elephant and I don't know how to do that." Prism sniffled. "Can I stay in your lap?"

"Fiiiine." Maybe his son would do the task but Sunny was taking the mane off and getting comfortable in Buggy's lap. "So... No one is gonna go get Mama and tell her daddy's hungry?"

Both shook their heads. Guess Buggy was going to starve.

[our-magical-world]

❀ My Boku no Hero Academia DR ❀ (~ student version ~)

NOTE: I haven't shifted yet, this is based on my script and ideas for this DR

My other main DR (besides my fantasy DR). Honestly, when I started shifting my clear goal was my fantasy DR, but two months into my shifting journey I got hooked on BNHA and started wanting to shift there, it was "just for fun" at the beginning, but now it's one of my biggest motivations.

In my main BNHA DR I'm a student at UA. I have an alternate DR where I'm an adult (not exactly a pro hero, it's complicated) and my DR self is a different person with a different quirk, but I'll make a separate post about that DR later.

My quirk is mirror skin, I can turn my body into a reflecting surface like a mirror. This allows me to reflect attacks and send them back to my enemies, and it's good for stealth missions because I can also camouflage by reflecting my surroundings like a chameleon. Or I can reflect the light to send signals or blind my opponets (similar to Toru's special move). My skin also becomes harder and more resistent when I'm using my quirk (but the mirror can crack if my enemy is too strong). My hero costume is made of a reflecting silvery fabric (similar to a mirror so it blends with my skin when I'm transformed).

I have blond hair, grey eyes, I'm short and tiny, and I love wearing soft fairycore / romantic style clothes and accessories. My signature accessory is a flower crown, I always wear one, usually a simple one with tiny white flowers, but I have different colors and sizes to match my outfits. My room is also decorated fairycore style, with fake leaves, butterflies, mushrooms and fairytale vibes.

I'm in class 1-A because I love them so much, and I'm so excited to meet everyone! Honestly, I haven't scripted any friendships or relationships because I want to meet them in person first and see how it goes, who I vibe with... so I can't tell you who my best friends are, but I can't wait to find out. But I scripted that I live in the same area as Kirishima and I meet him on my way to school on the first day, because he's one of my favorite characters, and making a friend even before starting school makes me feel more confident (I'm very shy and never made friends easily in my CR, plus he's so nice and always tries to make everyone feel included!) And I also scripted little scenarios to interact with most of my favorite characters, so I make sure I'll have a chance to talk and spend some time with all of them.

I'll probably intern with Fat Gum, he's so nice and I get to spend more time with my boys Kiri and Tamaki, but... I'm not sure yet, I don't want to script too much because I also want to be surprised. There are some things I haven't scripted at all like the sports festival, I have no idea how I'll perform there, I assume I'll pass to the 2nd round because everyone in the hero course did, but the teams and the 1-on-1 fights are a mystery.

Also, while I haven't physically scripted it, I imagine my DR in 3D and looking completely real, so I use the BNHA stage plays (and some cosplay photos) to visualize how the characters might look like if they were 3D. Not exactly face claims, though, because I'm open to them looking different, it's just a visual aid. And I don't mind if they end up looking animated either, I'll leave it up to my subconscious.

[hydrangeyes]

Sauce

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Fat gum x male reader, *food smut pretty much, just fat gum coming home after a rough day and seeing you cooking his comfort food gets him going

warnings: light feeding play, established relationship, creampie, cum eating, power bottom Fat gum/Taishiro, giggly sex

I want to come back to this one soo bad! writing giggly sex is so fun, so maybe maybe also unfinished lmao

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A couple of a couple of intense arrests towards the end of his patrol and taishiro was just about ready to eat himself into a food coma he was so exhausted. But given how late it was anything he was craving was closed, so with a goodbye wave to his two favorite interns he starts heading home. Officially.

Using what’s left of his energy, Taishiro makes it back to his home. Yawning lightly he lazily unlocks and makes his way inside, only to smell...

“Takoyaki?”

Which could only mean.

“ Y/N!!!” He calls out hearing a startled yelp and something drop on the floor. He sheepishly makes his way to the kitchen and chuckles seeing you picking up a pair of chopsticks.

There you were looking all soft and cozy, wearing some sweatpants and one of his shirts. “Taishiro what did I tell you about startling me!” you huff tossing the chopsticks into the sink as he comes over and tugging you into a tight hug.

“mmh missed ya~”

You sigh and return the hug happily, you missed him too. Being on a long mission and then coming back only for him to be pulling some extra shifts. You both snuggle and cling to each other happily just soaking in each others warmth.

“MM made you something.” You coo pulling back and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. He doesn’t let go as you walk back to unplug the pop maker. Luckily when he startled you, you already plated the last one.

“homemade Takoyaki? Aw gummy bear~” he perks reaching for one and popping it into his mouth. “Hey! I’m not done, I still have to put the toppings on!” you chuckle as he hums happily going for another.

Slipping off, you go and get the kimchi and shredded chicken mix out of the fridge. “Oh! it’s done?” Taishiro asks excitedly eating his second ball, watching you closely. “mhm! was done yesterday.” you grin putting abit on half the balls and sprinkle the mix on top of the other half.

Happily you lift one up to his mouth with a grin. “Say aahh” You teasingly cooed. Taishiro chuckles opening his mouth and allowing you to feed him the tasty snack. You eagerly watch as he chewed and then brightened. Success.

“Y/n! gummy bear that tasted delicious!! the way you’ve made this batch of kimchi is definitely the best so far!” He gushes nudging for you to give him another.

You can’t help but feel proud as you feed him another one. It took you ages to get the right taste and texture for a decent kimchi, even more for it to taste so good.

“what about you?”

“I’m glad it’s good, I love it when you enjoy the food I make. Especially since I want to make you some comfort food after long days.” you comment watching him nibble on this one. Taishiro hums taking his time with it, even going as far as to lick the fork. you lean against the counter proud of yourself.

“Mh~ Sweethearttt~” he coos leaning forward to give you a soft kiss, just the thought of you making food for when he gets home melted his heart. but hearing you learning new recipes specifically for his comfort?

In the back of his head he notes that he needed to do something for you. Maybe taking some time off, a couples vacation?

Keeping that also in mind, he leans back, foreheads still touching “This is exactly what I needed today.” he says watching you try and put the fork back on the table. You melt, feeling warm always happy to improve his mood after a rough day. “Good, want to finish the rest?”

(Just typing not editing yet):

You grin reaching back for the one he was nibbling on and gently feeds him from your hands. “Trust me, I ate the first batch.”

Taishiro let’s out a pleased sigh eating it up before licking your fingers. An idea came to mind, now taking his time lapping up the salty sauce.

You groan at the feeling licking your own lips as you watch Taishiro stares up at you. “T-tai?” Your heart starts to beat faster, free hand gripping the counter edge. Taishiro grins with a bit of teeth showing. “Come on~ Feed me another one?”

“I really do appreciate you making this for me sir~” he mumbles, eyes hooded as you bring another ball up to his mouth. You try to focus but with how he was staring at you heatedly and the warmth of his body pressing into your own, it was abit hard.

Swallowing and trying to not show how affected you were, you reach for the plate. Only taking your eyes off of him for just a minute, but it was enough for Taishiro to wiggle closer between your legs.

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Popping the takoyaki into his mouth, he playfully takes his time licking 'clean' off two of your fingers, teasingly sucking the tips into his mouth. Pleased as he feels you tremble lightly, slipping his tongue between digits to tease you even more. Finally, he moves back after a soft suck on the tip of your fingers. “So I’m going to reward you.”

Shakily you nod letting him guide you to sit at the kitchen table.

You shivered feeling your cheeks warm and a shock down your stomach. “what type of reward?” is the only thing you can think to say, leaning in as taishiro kisses your cheek and down to your neck straddling your lap.

“Mhm, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Since you’ve last stuffed and fucked me stupid.” He purrs tugging at your shirt hungrily. You couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He pouts and whining softly but also trying to hold in a laugh. “Y/n, I’m serious!”

“I know, I know you’re just so cute when you dirty talk.” You snicker cupping his face and kissing it before settling on his lips giving them a nip. “Mm but you're right ~”

Taishiro groans happily as you start trailing bites and kisses from his jaw to neck. One hand reaching up to grip the back of your head and press for more. You pull back only to try and unzip his jacket. “All your marks are gone too. I want them back.” taishiro almost demands, shruging his jacket off.

You let out a pleasure sigh as he rocks his hips against your crotch. The pressure on your trapped cock working abit too well. 'Gotcha.' Taishiro thinks and groans lightly as you grip his hips and grinding back a bit harder.

"A-ah come on sir~ just a quick round here then one in the bedroom?" He pants out gripping your shoulders now to keep steady as you nuzzle his chest. "Mm so soft~" you whisper mostly to yourself.

Letting out an impatient huff, taishiro grips the back of your head again and yanks "y/n!! Focus!" He growls out arching.

Hissing, you glare playfully up at him and swiftly slap his

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Edit Nov.8.2023: LMAOOOOO it legit ends there. I genuinely don't know if I didn't finish this or if wattpad came in a chopped it like it did my one piece smut one. (fyi I use wattpad as a backup way back when)

[waitingonavision]

Encanto Ficlet: Ladino Lullaby

For @wdtajn Week 4: Song! I had so much fun with these challenges. Thank you for running the event, and on a more personal note for helping me get back into writing!! 💚💚💚 Jewish Madrigals and pudgy Bruno ahoy 😌 To be posted on AO3!

Content warning: references to a major character's death (of old age, which should be a hint as to who it is) and the sadness that comes with it. Otherwise, the story is pure fluff.

...

The rocking chair in the nursery is a bit on the creaky side, though the sound is more soothing than anything else. Bruno’s set the chair in a gentle rhythm, halting at intervals with the balls of his feet pressed against the floor. In his arms, baby Mateo, Dolores and Mariano’s second-born, has begun to gum one tiny fist. He’s regarding his gran tío through long lashes; deep brown eyes rove over the man’s face.

“You hungry, kid?” Bruno asks as he watches his bissobrino continue to root. “Didn’t you just eat?”

Then, with a chuckle, he adds, “Or maybe you’re taking after your chubby ol’ gran tío, who’s always hungry, eh.” He dances his fingertips over Mateo’s fat little tummy.

Despite his easy tone, Bruno feels relieved when the baby releases his mitt, and even more so when he doesn’t show any signs of becoming fussy. The whole point of taking Mateo this time was to give Dolores a moment of rest. Of course she’d drop everything to tend to her son’s needs, but Bruno would rather not need to bother her. (“He seems alright,” he says aloud for her to hear.)

“Pbh,” Mateo grunts, brow wrinkling slightly as he stretches his drool-soaked hand toward his tío.

No visions are required to know what’s coming. Wiping away most of the goo with a well-timed burp cloth and slowing the rocking chair, Bruno tilts his head and lets his nose be captured. From there he maneuvers Mateo into a ‘standing’ position, maintaining support under the armpits and using his own plump tummy as a prop for those teeny feet.

“Ey, you! Respect the pancita,” he laughs when he gets frog-kicked in the belly. At no point has the burbling baby relented his grasp (with both hands, now) on his nose. But Bruno’s used to that. As an infant, Dolores showed the same fascination with his prominent snoot—all the sobrinos did: bopping it, studying it, and even, in Isa’s case, trying to suckle on it.

Eventually (and luckily), Mateo’s fingers start to slip from their hold. The yawn that soon follows makes his gran tío smile and give a small nod.

“I like the way you think, Maty.”

Cradling Mateo once more, Bruno reaches his free arm around to adjust the pillow sandwiched between his back and the chair. The years of odd sleeping postures have really been catching up to him. Resettled, he gazes down at his bissobrino, who appears as alert as ever.

“A-oh no, s-sorry!” He nestles the baby higher, and rocks more determinedly. “Let’s get you comfy again and ready for your nap time.”

For a second he wonders if offering his nose might help, but then he notices the burp cloth is still draped over his knee. Its hue, like that of a bright wine, sets in mind a different thought, a different idea.

Slowly, in the softest of tones, Bruno begins a nigun: “Lai da dai, da lai lai lai…”

As far as he knows, this particular wordless melody doesn’t fit the old Ladino lullaby that he remembers from his childhood. But it probably doesn’t matter. Surely, Mateo won’t judge either—not the mismatched tunes, or the off-key singing.

“…lai da dai,” Bruno warbles. “A la nana y a la buba…”

     Abuela’s lullaby

The baby blinks up at him as he does a refrain, voice hitching over part of the verse: “Da lai lai lai, a la nana y a buba…” 

“Se durma la criatura…” he continues.

     The child sleeps

At this line, he brushes a knuckle across Mateo’s pudgy cheek. Then, from the direction of the courtyard comes a cluster of muted but discernible sounds: a delighted giggle, a wet ploosh, and a baritone whoa—what can only be Mateo’s sister Felicidad practicing her watery Gift with their papá.

The mild commotion has Bruno suppressing a chuckle. But he quickly recovers and returns his attention to the lullaby and his bissobrino, whose increasingly sleep-heavy limbs had twitched in surprise at the noises.

Clearing his throat, he picks up where he left off, with the last pair of lines.

“El Dio grande que los guadre, los guadre…”

     May the great G-d protect, protect

Just like a blessing, a comfortable hush descends upon the nursery. It seems that Felicidad and Mariano decided to move beyond the courtyard (and that perhaps Casita intervened by pushing them along).

“…A los niños de los males.”

     All children from sorrows

Bruno lets the final word trail off before humming the nigun again. He can see that Mateo is truly drifting off now, the very image of innocent repose.

For the next few minutes, the loudest things in the room are the rocking chair and Bruno’s low humming. His eyes finally drift from Mateo’s sleeping form to the burp cloth. …A purplish-red, like his mamá’s color. The lullaby was something she would to sing to her trillizos, and to each nieto when they were babies. It turned out to be a Jewish song—in Ladino, a Judeo-Spanish language, which none of them can really speak but which had nonetheless been passed down through the generations of Abuela’s family.

Abuela Alma herself had known Mateo for only a short time. She was unable to lull him to sleep with the same song, vocal cords too weak toward the end of her life. As Bruno looks at the cloth, the memory of his mamá’s voice floods his senses. He hopes he’s done the lullaby justice in her place.

Tears wetting his eyes, Bruno turns back to the baby tucked sweetly in his arms. Fast asleep, still. He knows that Dolores and Mariano had wanted to follow Sephardic custom and named their son after Abuela, giving him a Hebrew name that honored hers, which was Nehama.

“Dulces sueños, Mattityahu Nahum,” Bruno whispers with a damp smile. This kid will be linked to the past in so many ways, but… he'll have a path all his own, he thinks. It's a promise. The urge to nap washes over him then, and he yawns, melting into the chair.

. . .

Fast asleep is how Dolores finds them. She nudges Bruno first, informing him quietly, “Wake up, Tío. I heard your stomach growling.”

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Note: the reference to Isabela trying to suckle on Bruno's nose comes from this Tumblr thread (thanks for the HC, @sketchncanto and @princesa-pens-and-pizza 😁)

The Ladino lullaby is called "A La Nana." I first learned about it from The Ladino Song Project.

[realcube]

YOU GOT: TAMAKI AMAJIKI

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @sardine-dono

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'Sign: Sagittarius.'

♡ tamaki is a pisces

♡ so i believe that's fire x water

♡ which sounds like a natural disater but may i remind you that the sun is a big ball of fire and rain is water that falls from the sky

♡ and sun + rain = rainbow 🌈

♡ and the rainbow is like the universal symbol of happiness

♡ anyway here is an excerpt i found that described the relationship soo accuratly

♡ 'Despite having conflicting principles and ideas, they usually find common foundation and have a strong bond. Sagittarius and Pisces cherish and appreciate each other's distinctive characteristics. Sagittarius will like Pisces' fortitude, while Pisces will admire Sagittarius' wisdom. They have a really passionate connection together'

♡ i know most people would not describe tamaki as 'having fortitude' because he is shown to be very awkward, shy and often scared. but iirc, there was an episode with a whole arc about him overcoming his fears to trying be a better hero with fat gum

♡ that could be completely wrong though, it's been forever since i watched the early seasons of mha

♡ so yeah he is considered 'cowardly' in comparison to seasoned heroes like fat gum or the other members of the big three BUT relative to the general population, he is undoubtably brave

♡ but he's always being told and being percieved as though he is some wimp just because he is a bit nervous at first so he definitely use the ego boost he gets from being with someone who thinks he is brave for what he does; makes him feel dead heroic and you literally drive him to go to work on days he can't be bothered or is too afraid

♡ as for him admiring your wisdom, that is SO right as well

♡ bc i took a look at your OCEAN and it appears like you have high assertiveness, excitement-seeking and cheerfulness (or at least, a lot higher than his would be )

♡ so there is so much he wants to learn from you, he loves how you jovial you are and he just loves the way you interact with the world so of course he wants to be more like you

♡ so he'd really appreciate the aforementioned characteristics that you have. he honestly hopes they rub off on him but even if they don't , he just loves seeing you live to the fullest

♡ and wisdom doesn't really have anything to do with how smart you are, however you mention you like travelling and discoveing and tamaki would SO want to hear all about it

♡ especially because he would be to nervous and shy to go to all these awesome places on his own but after hearing you tell him all about your experiences, not only does he like how well-travelled you are, it also inspires him to want to go to these places too now that he knows all they have to offer and if you assure him that it's fun and safe

♡ tbh though after a while into the relationship you could be like 'yeah the shark almost bit my leg clean off but the water was so crystalline and gorgeous, i'd love to go back there. would you want to come with?"

♡ and he's be internally screaming crying and petrified but on the outside he's forced a smile and is like "yeahhhh"

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'try new dishes because food is very important for me'

♡ i think this speaks for itself lol

♡ but i'll elaborate anyway

♡ his whole quirk is literally to do with food and i don't recall it ever being shown but i assume bc of that he'd be a bit nervous to try new ones bc he doesn't know what it might do to him but also very eager because it might help him discover new powers

♡ so it's probably for the best for him to try new foods as that'll help him become a better hero

♡ like you introduced him to his first ever dish with rabbit in it and mans was so fast afterwards?? and could jump so high?? and he's been eating it ever since so you are probably inadvertantly resposible for saving many civilian lives icl

♡ plus he just loves trying new things with you because you just put him at ease

♡ and he knows even if he does grow a beak , you'll still love him either way 😞😩

♡ when you first start dating though , homie is NOT taking any chances

♡ like he is so hesitant to eat any food on your dates because he's scared he might sprout a pig snout out of nowhere

♡ like yes he knows that this popcorn hypothetically shouldn't contain any animal meat in it BUT what if it has butter on it, and that butter comes from a cow, and that cow lived on the same farm as a PIG !!!

♡ nuh uh, no way is he letting that happen.

♡ but by maybe your fourth or fifth month of dating, he'll have let his guard down a lot and exactly start eating with you

♡ but it's just his luck that the first time he goes to a restaurant with you and he doesn't nervously ask the server a bunch of questions about the contents of his ordered dish and the cross-contamination situation in the kitchen, he gets served someone else's meal by accident and doesn't realise, thus growing fins and flippers

♡ you laugh and tease him for it but that's when he realises he doesn't have to be embarassed around you , because everything you say to him comes from a place of affection

♡ so that's around the time he'll feel comfortable to start exploring new foods with you too

♡ in fact you even turn it into a little game where you will order two meat-based dishes (without looking at the descriptions on the menu) and try to guess what meat is in which meal just by the taste + what powers amajiki has got

♡ for example, if you each order a soup, he'll try a bit of both then soon after, let's say he gets tentacles and hooves/wool. you then need to guess whose meal has the octopus (or squid) in it and whose meal has the mutton just by the taste

♡ it's fun !! and tamaki is very cute with wool, you regret not shearing him and making an amajiki sweater

♡ when you proposed that idea to him, he turned so red you thought he was suffering heatstroke in the middle of winter

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'Love langage: physical contact (giving), words of affirmation (receiving).'

♡ its so good you have physical contact as your giving love language because he so wants to hug you and cuddle but he cannot for the life of him initiate physical intimacy

♡ mans is just too shy . especially during the first maybe five months of the relationship

♡ closest thing he has ever done to initiate physical contact was when he accidently lost control of one of his tentacles and tied it around you

♡ so he needs you to start it but once you've started, he is the BIGGEST cuddle bunny

♡ like you may wrap your arms around him with the intention of giving him a brief hug before you leave to go somewhere, but he will take it as an invitation to melt into your embrace and never let go

♡ as for words of affirmation, amajiki is probably better at giving quality time or acts of service

♡ HOWEVER when he notices that you respond better to words of affirmation, like any good partner does, he will try to use sweet words for you more often

♡ he's definitely awkward about it at first but he gets used to it after sometime

♡ though that's because at first he'll try to splutter out to you in person what he wants to say but he's to focussed on you so it ends up coming out a mess

♡ eg if he was trying to compliment your outfit, he'd be too distracted by how good it actually looks on you so the sentence would come out like "y-you really look good in that top. and , uh, not in a creepy way! it's just — you, uh— i was thinking it and i just, erm, yeah, i just said it."

♡ what could've been a one sentence compliment turns into a two minute ramble about how he doesn't view you as an object and he was only trying to be nice

♡ he learns quickly that he is a lot better at expressing himself via text

♡ so after dates you'll often recieve messages like "i'm so sorry about how awkward i was when saying goodbye 😓 i just thought you looked so nice so i couldn't put my words together properly, but i really did have an amazing time with you today. 💗"

♡ he'll then go on to describe his favourite things you said and why they are his favourites in detail

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'Ideal first date: a place with a lot of fun activities to do (can be an amusement park or a traveling with many spots to discover)'

♡ okay small headcanon about amajiki at the amusement park djfidf

♡ he'd probably prefer the latter option of going some place less busy and more secluded to explore and discover

♡ however seeing you suggest amusement park date with such an excited glint in your eyes, how can he say no ??

♡ so take him there and he forces himself to go on all the rides so he can hold your hands even though he is scared shitless and ends up looking like 😱 + 😭 in all the ride photos

♡ once you decide to take it easy on the rides and play fair games instead, that's when he really locks in

♡ as first it just something fun but then it becomes serious very quick haha

♡ especially if there is a plush/prize you want

♡ he WILL use his quirk in secret to get it for you

♡ not proud of his actions but also he doesn't like the carnival game attendants anyway so

♡ enjoy your new plush!

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for @sardine-dono: tbh the only other character i considered for you was fatgum but settled on tamaki bc of video game hobby and travelling!

[gottamarauder]

Cosmic Dancer (Part 2)

Word Count: 4,630

CW: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers, drug use.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged Part 1! Here's Part 2, once again not proofread, because I will analyze it to death and never post again.

Part 1

The next day, Colette found it hard to concentrate on any of her tasks. Her mind kept wandering off into what might happen that evening. While she had definitely been anxious the first two times she had spent time with Eddie, it was nothing in comparison to how she felt that Saturday. Without some form of schoolwork to keep them preoccupied, Colette wasn’t sure how the evening would go. And she desperately wanted it to go well.

While it was the right thing to do, Colette hadn’t offered to tutor Eddie purely out of the goodness of her heart. She had harbored a small crush on him since they sat a few seats apart in a typing class when she was a sophomore. The first thing she noticed about Eddie was his hands. The way his fingers moved with precision across the keys, which considering he’d already taken the class before wasn’t a huge feat, but she couldn’t stop herself from sneaking peaks. 

From then on, she would always look for him in the halls at school, and would catch herself looking over at the table he ate lunch at. He spoke and laughed loudly and without regard to what the people around him would think. He was completely, unabashedly Eddie. Something that had never come easily to Colette but something she admired all the same. 

Colette had just copped it up to a silly school girl crush, until the past summer when she saw the way he looked at her at Lover’s Lake. While she was definitely no Elle McPherson, this wasn’t the first time someone had looked at her in that manner. For the past couple years, once she learned how to dress in a way that accentuated her body type, rather than trying to get her body to look good in the current fashions, Colette would get the occasional once over. But it was never more than that. Even when a few guys had approached her, they didn’t ask her out on dates. They wanted to meet under the bleachers, or at Benny’s to fool around. She wasn’t the girl they would make their girlfriend, she was the fat girl they wanted to fuck for fun. 

When Mrs. Dodson asked her if she would tutor Eddie, she thought maybe if she got him to like her as a friend first, maybe something could happen. Maybe her crush wouldn’t be so silly anymore.

Once he arrived, Colette lead Eddie to the back porch looking over her mother’s garden full of sunflowers and sweet alyssum. He made himself comfortable as he sat in one of the rocking chairs and set up shop on the glass side table.

“Looks like a picture from Good Housekeeping back here.” Eddie commented as he shred the herb with his fingers.

“Yeah, my mom’s really into it.” 

“You're not much of a gardener?”

“Ha! No. My mom won’t even let me help her pull weeds anymore.” 

 Colette watched as he expertly filled the rolling paper. Interested, she grabbed the baggy and saw letters written in black marker. “What’s GSC?” 

“Girl Scout Cookies. It’s the name of the strain.” Eddie explained without looking up. “Was probably named after what the person who first smoked it ate afterwards.”

“Is that how most strains are named?” 

Eddie rolled the joint tightly in his fingers, “Some, there’s Bubble Gum, Peaches and Cream…” he brought the paper to his mouth, “Cherry Pie.” Eddie’s eyes met her’s while his tongue glided across the joint to seal it. 

The pinkish hue kissed her cheeks and Eddie laughed while she buried her face in her hands. “Why are you like this?” She asked unable to stop herself from giggling.

“I like to make you blush.” He answered simply as he lit the joint held between his thumb and index finger.

“It’s not exactly difficult.”

“Yeah, I noticed. But just because something’s easy doesn’t mean it’s not fun. Take Savannah Sawyer for example.” Eddie laughed which turned into a disgruntled pout when the girl next to him kicked his shin. “Hey!”

“That’s not nice, Savannah was always really sweet.” Colette scolded, taking the joint from his fingers like a cigarette. “Either way, why is it okay for guys to sleep around but when a girl does, she’s a slut?”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being slutty. Freaks like me wouldn’t get laid if there wasn’t slutty girls.”

“You shouldn’t call yourself that. Self-deprecating isn’t a good look on anyone.” Colette tried her best not to look disheartened. Of course a guy like Eddie would be into girls with experience. Colette took a long hit off the joint, holding the smoke in her lungs for a while before exhaling. “So you and Savannah…?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at the question as he tried to keep himself from smirking.

“I’m sorry, that’s none of my business. I don’t know why I eve—“

“An Eddie never kisses and tells.” He teased. “But I will say that you were right…she was sweet.”

Colette scrunched up her nose and passed the joint back to a laughing Eddie. “I didn’t ask for explicit details. Jeez…”

“That? That wasn’t explicit, that was alluding.” He took a hit from the joint. “However, I have no shame in asking explicit questions.”

“You have no shame period.” Colette was already feeling heavy in the rocking chair.

“Fair enough. Did you bone Adam Del Rossi last year?”

Colette coughed loudly, surprised at his bluntness. “Oh my god, no! Why would you even ask that?”

Eddie shrugged, “I just remember seeing him hang around you and Vickie and her boyfriend…” He snapped his fingers, “What’s his name?”

“Dan?”

“Yeah, Dan! So what happened?”

“Nothing… Adam was a fucking creep. He always asked me to pose for him.” She replied her face scrunched up in disgust.

Eddie’s eyes widened, “Like pose nude for one of his paintings?”

“Yeah! He said something about wanting to challenge himself by using a less conventional model and he really liked to paint cellulite. ”

“Man, that’s fucked up. What a piece of shit… Well I’m glad it wasn’t him.”

“What wasn’t him?” Colette asked, not sure if she was just high or if he wasn’t making sense.

“You know, the guy you boned.” Eddie explained poorly, waving the joint in his hand.

Colette laughed, “What are you talking about? I haven’t—“

“Haven’t what?”

“Haven’t anything, I— Nevermind, I don’t even know why we’re talking about this.” Colette was flustered and Eddie’s mind was reeling.

“What do you mean anything? You have to have done something!” Colette shook her head as she leaned against the porch rail. “Come on… You’ve kissed someone.”

Colette smiled a little then, “I kissed a girl at camp on a dare, but I don’t feel like that really counts. Because it was a dare, not because it was with a girl.”

Eddie knew that he shouldn’t have liked that no guy had ever touched her before. That was some gross alpha male bullshit that he didn’t buy into. But as he tugged at his tightening jeans, he knew that her supposed virtue would somehow bleed into his late night fantasies.

“I don’t get it, are you waiting for marriage or some shit like that?”

“No… I just. I dunno…” Colette trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders.  

“Just a hopeless romantic waiting for a white knight to come riding through, huh?” Eddie teased.

“No.” She playfully swiped the joint from his fingers and brought it to her lips thoughtfully. “I think maybe… I don’t want to be an experiment or a novelty. It should just be like how real people get together. I dunno, I’m probably not making sense.”

“We’ll just chalk it up to you being baked.” Eddie replied, despite her making perfect sense to him.

“Pfft, I am not baked.”

“Look at me.” Eddie ordered.

Colette turned and tried to look at him with a serious face, but immediately burst into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Eddie ashed the joint and packed his lunchbox before leading a still giggling Colette into the house. “Come on, it’s my turn to pick the movie.”

After about 20 minutes of convincing Colette that he wasn’t too high to drive, in fact, he’d been more high driving to school the morning before, they took his van to Family Video. For a Saturday night, it was fairly slow, only a few cars loitered around the parking lot.

Once they were inside, Colette made to follow Eddie, who shooed her off.

“Nuh-uh, I’m picking the movie Princess. I don’t need you batting your lashes at me to get me to change my mind.”

Colette giggled, “I’m not batting my lashes, you just rushed me to the van before I could get to the Visine.”

“Regardless,” Eddie regarded her thoughtfully, her eyes were red and her appearance less tidy than usual, but he relished in the relaxed air about her. Eddie had yet to see that side of her, the side that wasn’t afraid to take up the space she inhabited. Her normally tucked in wings loosened up around her, giving him a better view of the shimmering plumage. Eddie bit his lip and shook his head once, before continuing, “you’ll just have to trust the process. You had your movie, now it’s my turn.”

Colette pouted before relenting with a roll of her eyes, “Fine but nothing too scary.”

“Of course,” he called over his shoulder as he went straight to the horror section, a Cheshire Cat grin across his face.

Colette made her way in the opposite direction toward the new releases where Robin Buckley was shelving the latest returns and talking quietly to no one in particular.

“Yeah, I really like your new skirt. It’s uh— really green…” Robin let out a frustrated groan, lightly smacking a copy of He-Man and She-Ra to her forehead. 

While Colette witnessed all of this, the only thing she could focus on in her inebriated state was the tone of Robin’s voice. “Wow.” She accidentally exclaimed aloud.

Robin turned to her, face like a deer caught in headlights, “Oh—uh hey! Colette. How’s it uh— how’s it going? Did you need some help?”

“No… I’m so sorry it’s just— you have a gorgeous voice!”

The tall blonde blinked twice, “I— what?”

Colette shook her head and laughed nervously, “Vickie had brought it up the other day that you have this sweet, raspy voice, and I guess I just never noticed.”

“Vickie said that?”

“Oh yeah, well you guys are in band together and everything” as Colette trailed off, Eddie appeared at her side.

“Whacha doin’ over here, Princess? Trying to sell Buckley some Girl Scout Cookies?” He casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Nope, I’m on the verge of asking her to read the telephone book to me though.”

Eddie looks exasperated, “I was only browsing for a few minutes, you can’t be that bored already.”

Colette waved him off, grabbing the video without looking at the title, “Nevermind you wouldn’t get it. Robin can you check us out?”

“Sure.” Robin was quick to wave them off, ready to find Steve in the back to relay the conversation she just had. “Have a good night guys! Enjoy your movie!”

Colette let out a sigh, as she and Eddie turned to the door, “Sweet and smoky just like Vickie said. Ooohh! Like Smoked Honey Butter!” 

“What are you even talking about?”

“It’s between me and Rob—“ but as Colette turned to look at the blonde, she was already gone. “Yep, definitely Smoked Honey Butter.”

“Now you’re just making me hungry.” Eddie whined as he opened the passenger door for Colette.

“We’ll feed you when we get back to the house.” She soothed easily. Hmm, Colette thought, this must be what all the fuss is about.

After making snacks, Colette was comfortably nestled on the couch as Eddie put the tape in the VHS player. As he rounded the coffee table to sit down, Eddie grabbed both of Colette’s legs lifting them up as he sat in the space they previously occupied. “Ladies and Gentleman please lower and secure the lap bar in front of you.” Eddie lowered her legs making mechanical sounds  as Colette put her hand in front of her mouth the keep from laughing. “Hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

“You are a child.” Colette smiled. She liked how the pleasant haziness of the second‘Girl Scout Cookies’ joint made her feel. Otherwise she knew her brain would be hyper analyzing every movement Eddie’s hands made. At this particular moment, everything new felt natural.

Eddie’s voice joined the narration in a mock serious tone as the movie started, “The film with you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths…”

“Oh no!” Colette hid her face in a throw pillow. “I should have known you’d pick a slasher film.”

“Hey, I suggested The Shining first! You’re the one that called it a ‘dark comedy’.”

“Because it is! Not the book, but the movie is!” Colette insisted.

Eddie took the pillow from her hands, and replaced it with the bowl of popcorn before continuing the last of the narration. “The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

Colette kept her eyes glued to the screen, occasionally making a face when something particularly gruesome came on the screen. Meanwhile, Eddie was having a hard time focusing on the movie at all. His attention mostly fixed on the plush thighs laid across his lap. He kept one arm casually draped crossed the top of the couch and the other resting on Colette’s left knee. Eddie’s hands itched to be buried in the thick flesh of her creamy thighs. Once he noticed her shorts riding up a little in between her thighs, Eddie groaned audibly.

“Hey, you’re the one who picked this.” Colette chastised, her face scrunched up as Leatherface plunged his chainsaw into Franklin’s chest.

Eddie pulled his eyes away from her thighs to focus on the screen while Colette readjusted her legs in his lap. “You’re right. I did.” Not at all amused  by the irony of watching blood on the screen, while he found himself willing the blood in his body not to rush straight to his dick. 

Eddie finally found himself immersed in the last act of the movie, watching as Leatherface and Nubbins dragged Sally over to Grandpa, Colette jumped,  the empty bowl of popcorn clattering to the floor while she hid her face in the cushion close to his shoulder.

“It’s not funny!” Her words muffled by the cushion as Eddie let out an unattractive snort at her expense. “I didn’t think he was alive, I thought that was a corpse!” 

Once Eddie’s laughter died down he looped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. “I’ll protect you from old Grandpa, I promise.”

Colette felt her heart flutter in her chest, she’d never been held like this before. The violent acts of the movie were lost on her as she soaked in every aspect of him. She breathed in the scent of him, warm amber mixed with a small hint of smoke from their earlier excursion. Reveling in this new feeling, she mumbled into his t-shirt, “Yeah, you better.”

For the next few weeks, Saturdays were for Colette and Eddie. Sometimes they would work on school work, sometimes they would just watch movies and enjoy being together. But there would be times in the warm, comfortable state of her resting her head on his chest, or him laying his head in her lap while she played with his hair, that the tension was no longer just tangible but suffocating. 

The trouble wasn’t the tension, it was the people who sat on either side of it. Colette too afraid that she would just be a ship in the night for Eddie, she didn’t want to be someone’s way to pass the time. And Eddie, too afraid of getting too comfortable with someone that could leave and take that with them. In short, they were both stubborn little shits who wouldn’t budge from the ledges they stood on in fear that the other person would merely watch as they fell into the depths of whatever came next. 

On the last Sunday morning of October, the phone rang twice in the Turner’s kitchen before Colette grudgingly made her way to it. The previous night, Eddie had cancelled on account of feeling sick. Colette, ever the optimist, immediately assumed he was no longer interested in hanging out with her anymore and all the instances where she thought maybe he would kiss her were purely a result of her projecting her feelings onto him. She never changed out of her pajamas that morning, and hadn’t even thought about taking her long hair out of the bun she put it in before bed the night before. She was planning on wallowing in self-pity for the rest of the day and the phone ringing so early in the morning was not fitting into her full schedule.

“Hello?” 

“Hey…” Eddie coughed his voice sounding tired and hoarse.

Colette perked up immediately, “Oh no, you sound miserable.”

“No need to sound so chipper about it.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought… Nevermind. What’s up?”

Eddie didn’t press her, which was a testament to how bad he really felt. “I was hoping you could do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything.” 

“Anything?” Eddie could somehow hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.

“Anything within reason.”

“Could you maybe come by and pick up my paper for Mrs. Click’s class? She doesn’t take late work sick or not.”

“Of course, do you need anything else?” Colette asked concerned.

“No, that’s all. I’m just going to try and sleep it off. Wayne’s sick too but he won’t miss a day of work for nothing.”

“That’s too bad… I’ll head over this afternoon to pick up your paper.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Colette hung the phone up and without missing a beat yelled across the house, “Momma, do we have any chicken?”

Colette arrived in Forest Hills trailer park around five that afternoon with a giant Tupperware container full of chicken noodle soup, a cake carrier with a pound cake, and a small Tupperware container for Wayne to take to work along with a large piece of cake wrapped in tin foil. As she parked next to Eddie’s van, Wayne Munson stepped out the door dressed in his work clothes 

“Mr. Wayne?” Colette asked before he made it to his truck.

“Yes?” He sounded just as bad, if not worse than Eddie had.

“I’m Colette Turner, I’m Eddie’s…” She wanted to say friend, but she wasn’t sure if that was the correct term, “I’ve been helping Eddie with some schoolwork.” Wayne nodded for her to continue, “Anyway, Eddie wanted me to pick up some work to turn in for him tomorrow and I brought some soup and yeah…”

“Door’s open. Eddie’s asleep but he left his paper on the coffee table.” Wayne started to walk away.

“Hold on!” She handed over the smaller containers, “Eddie told me you were still goin’ to work, so I went ahead and set these aside for you.”

Wayne looked down at the containers she had passed him before asking, “Where you from?”

“Um, we moved here from South Georgia when I was three.”

“You must sound like your momma then.” He surmised. 

“Yes sir. Sometimes I’ll answer the phone and her friends will start talking to me thinkin’ I’m her.” 

“What’s in the tin foil?”

“Sour Cream Pound Cake.” 

“Hmm… Well, thank you. This is all very nice.” 

“Yes sir.” Colette knew he was doing his best not to sound suspicious, but that only made Colette all the more sad. People shouldn’t have to question kindness.

Wayne drove off as Colette opened the door to the Munson’s trailer. Black Sabbath was playing loudly in what Colette assumed to be Eddie’s room down the hall. After setting down the soup and cake holder she should have just grabbed Eddie’s paper and left. But looking around the trailer, not filthy, but definitely in need of some attention, she couldn’t help herself.

Eddie woke up to hear a loud sound coming from the living room. He checked his watch for the time. 06:46. Wayne should be gone for work. He took his time getting out of bed, everything hurt. When he opened the door, he saw Colette vacuuming in the living room. I must have a fever. Or maybe this is an acid flashback. But as the sleep started to fade from his eyes and she continued, he realized that fever dreams and acid flashbacks were usually much more creative than the girl he liked cleaning up his living room.

Colette looked up just as she was finishing to see Eddie, clad only in his boxers, looking at her very confused as he leaned against the wall panel. Her face immediately turned red. “Hey, I’m sorry I figured if you could sleep with your music that loud you wouldn’t hear the vacuum.”

“What are you doing?” He asked groggily.

“Well, when you asked me to come pick up your paper, I thought I’d make you some chicken noodle soup. And my mom is really insistent on making things a certain way, so it was taking a while for everything to simmer so I thought, ya know, who doesn’t like pound cake? So then I barely caught your Uncle on his way out. I was just gonna pick up the trash and take it out, but then I saw that the counters should be wiped down. So when I went to do that I saw the dishes in the sink, but there was no soap. So I went to check the laundry room to see if there was any in there and someone had forgotten to turn on the washing machine… And I’m an insane person who doesn’t respect people’s boundaries… I’m so sorry. I’m gonna go.” 

Eddie could barely keep up with all she was saying, his head was already aching without her rambling. But as she grabbed her keys and the paper he had left on the coffee table, he found a word, “Wait!” He bounded over to Colette, eyes wide, and pulled her to his chest. His nose was stuffy but he could still smell the floral scent of her shampoo when he rested his cheek against the top of her head. “Thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Soooo… Not too over the top?” She said against his naked chest.

“Oh definitely over the top, if I didn’t like you so much I’d be calling the guys at Pennhurst to come get you.” Eddie teased.

“You’re the worst.”

“You’re the best.”

“You need to take a shower.”

Eddie laughed and pulled away, “And here I was thinking we were having a nice moment.”

“We were, but you still need to take a shower. Go on now. There’s some clean clothes in the purple laundry basket. I didn’t fold them because I thought touching your underwear might be crossing a line.”

“Be careful, you know how I feel about you bossing me around.” Eddie stated.

Colette was unable to flush any more red, “Go, I’m gonna heat up some soup and put some clean sheets on your bed.”

Eddie walked obediently to the bathroom, when he had turned the water on he heard Colette through the wall.

“Hey!! There’s only sixteen Letters to Penthouse under here!”

“Check by the nightstand,” he yelled through the wall.

“Oh… found it!”

When Eddie made his way back to kitchen, he found Colette pouring steaming hot soup into a bowl. When he sat down at the small formica table, clear of its usual clutter and wiped down, she placed the bowl in front of him. He glanced from the contents of the bowl back to her face. She was excited for him to try the food she had worked on all day, he could see it in her expression. 

“Why is it green?”

Colette scoffed, “Because it has seasoning other than salt.”

“Is the seasoning arsenic?”

“You are such an ass, no it has thyme.”

Eddie looked puzzled, “What does how long it took to make have to do with it being green?“

“Oh my god!” She leaned across the small table and spooned some soup into her mouth. “Mmm..Tasty… See? Not poisoned.”

He swiftly grabs the spoon from her, still giving her a shifty look as he prepares to take a bite.

She scrunches her nose in distaste, “No wonder you’re sick.”

His eyes close involuntarily as the hot soup slides down his sore throat. “Wait… Is this what soup is supposed to taste like?”

“If Campbells has been your standard, then yes.”

He was all but shoveling the soup into his mouth, as she got up to wash the pot and put away the Tupperware container.

“Wait! I’m not done!”

Colette laughed, “Don’t you want to save some room for cake?” She opened the cake carrier to reveal a cake straight off the cover of Country Living. She placed a large piece of pound cake soft and moist in the middle and a flaky crust on top. Unable to stop her eyes from rolling as watched him take a bite. The look on his face was bordering on pornographic, she was pleased. 

Later after everything was put away she followed him to his bedroom. He immediately climbed into bed and reveled in the feeling of fresh sheets around him.

“Okay, I’m not ungrateful or anything but you know you didn’t have to do all this right?” Eddie asked as

“I know, it’s just… my mom always does this for me when I’m sick.”

“Oh, you wanna be my mommy…” He teased, waggling his eyebrows.

“No, obviously not. I just… I care about you.” He smirked at her ready to take a jab before she interrupted.  “Shut-up! I care about you, and I like doing things for people I care about. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

Her sincerity made him a little uncomfortable in the way new things always do. He wasn’t used to anyone doing something kind for him, aside from Wayne. But even then, his uncle never explained his motive. Whether it be love or obligation, that was for Eddie to figure out for himself. He was having a hard time forming words, only able to find one. “Why?”

Colette smiled and let out a small laugh before stating simply, “You make me.”

Eddie had no quick remark like he usually did. He didn’t know how to respond at all, so he didn’t. He only nodded, with a sheepish smile creeping up his cheeks.

“Is there anything else you need before I go?”

“Will you lay down with me for a while?” He asked tentatively. 

When he asked like that, there was no way she could say no, germs or no germs. She nodded, kicking off her shoes before climbing in next to him. There was no space between the two of them as Eddie tucked his head below her chin resting on her breasts. Wrapped in each other’s arms, there were no more words to be said. 

After she was sure he was asleep, Colette climbed out of bed, grabbed her things and Eddie’s paper and drove home. She came down with the flu the following Wednesday.

Taglist: @mystars123, @latenighttalkingwithgrapejuice, @babeyglo

[ctrldoll]

List your husbandos/waifus 🫵

Yayyyy! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) I'll list my main ones!

KENTO NANAMI! (Jujutsu Kaisen!) - The suit! The shirt and tie! <333 He's so husband material! Oh My Days, I love him! The amount of support he seems to offer despite his strict form is so comforting! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

GETO SUGURU! (Jujutsu Kaisen!) - He's so cute! I also feel sorry for him and admire him as a well-written character! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) He's a bit of a sweetheart and cares deeply which is so adorable!

GOJO SATORU! (Jujutsu Kaisen!) - He's so adorable! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I love his bubbly personality! His interactions with his students and the moments he shares with individuals such as Megumi make me love him more! Aww, I love his character sm!

HIGURUMA HIROSHI! (Jujutsu Kaisen!) - Dark hair, a suit and somewhat exhausted personalities always get me because...aaahh, he’s so adorable! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

KÖNIG! (Call of Duty!) - The MAN that you are- (∩˃o˂∩)♡ ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

He's tall as hell and tough with a probably sweet inside! When Tumblr first introduced me to COD through a Simon fic, I wasn't that attracted to Simon. He's alright, don't be sad, but not necessarily my type.

König, though, whooooo don't get me started! He is so adorable! I'd happily be his short wife! I have a thing for tall men! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

JOHN PRICE! (Call of Duty!) - Maybe it's the moustache, maybe it's because he's high-key a DILF & maybe because he is so attractive...IT'S ALL OF THEM! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

LUCIFER! (Obey Me!) - I adored him the second I started playing the game! His strict personality got me in seconds! Plus, he's dark haired and looks stunning in a suit which helped a ton! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ)

DIAVOLO! (Obey Me!) - Look, the sweethearts get me a lot! I adore his sweet personality despite his status! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I haven't gotten deep into Obey Me! (mostly because I have to repeat the game because I deleted it a while ago. I've reinstalled it and installed Nightbringer!) but I hope to.

JOHN DOE! (John Doe Game!) - John Doe's so adorable! I love my wholesome man so much! He's just so silly! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

TODOROKI ENJI! (My Hero Academia!)- I’m not gonna try to defend this one. He's terrible and in a long process of changing his ways, but so hot. I can't be surprised I have a thing for him. Muscles get me, they get me too! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

SAKAMATA KUGO! [GANG ORCA!] (My Hero Academia!) - The suit and his frame got me so good! He's so dashing and so darling! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

(I'm not denying the Venom allegations.)

TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU! [Fat Gum!] (My Hero Academia!) - He’s just so cute! How can I not adore him?! (≧◡≦) ♡ The amount of sweetness that he is- I could get lost in it! I want to get lost in it! ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

MIGUEL O’HARA! (Across the Spider-Verse!) - I love my complicated DILF so much! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）He is so adorable!

HOBIE BROWN! (Across the Spider-Verse!) - His energy is everything! (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠) I love how chill he is! It's so attractive!

HADES! (Record of Ragnarok!) - The throne scene got me! I just adore the way he exudes respect! Him cherishing his siblings is so sweet! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

ARES! (Record of Ragnarok!) - He's dashing and just so silly, it's adorable! ≽^•⩊•^≼ ⋆˙⟡♡ I wish ROR took him more seriously because he'd be an amazing opponent! <3

CONNOR! [RK800!] (Detroit Become Human!) - He’s sweet and undeniably tough when he needs to be! He is so complex, I adore it! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

RALPH! [WR600!] (Detroit Become Human!) - I felt for him so much! (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) He's a little lost but trying his best! He's so cute! (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

This was fun! Thank you, Anon! <3

[the-ghost-of-a-spirit]

continuing watching mha, season 5 episodes 13-25

@maidofdarkness23

Ep 13

i missed something. we went from them just chilling in the previous episode to "a tragedy occurred in deika city" things are gonna get worse and theres explosions. deku explain

concerning person with white hair is laughing. i think they are escaping from something

okay, interview time!

so deika city had a riot

oh hey, its midnight and mt lady. the 2 most sexual heros in this. please just kill me now

Aizawas sleeping bag has sleeves?!

"dense but cute" that he is, todoroki doesn't know anything (boy didnt even know what a concert was)

"holy crap when did he learn to use my quirk!"

deku's quirk mindscape is a kitches. we got eggs, a microwave and a lock. all of those are found in a kitchen (locks are sometimes)

almight's going back into hero-ing as gaunt?

"dont you have a chair somewhere?" "but its so much warmer to be snuggled inside your binding cloths" Nezu, you may be evil and i still hate you. but that was kinda funny

chrismas special? sounds fun i'm in

best jeanist has dad vibes

ERI'S CHRISTMAS OUTFIT

"i'm supposed to say trick-or-treat" "not quite, wrong holiday" "and in sickness, and in health" "no your even further away now"

i love eri, and i love her and aizawas relationship in this

"here take these eggs i painted" "thats easter but thanks"

I WANTED A CHRISTMAS EPISODE AND I GET A MONTAGE. WHAT.

who gave eri a big sword (i think it was tokoyami, cause he had it earlier)

Ep 14

hawks and best jeanist are friends?

also best jeanist has 1 lung now

i like this intro music

so todoroki, deku and bakugo become a thing

also mic's in aizawa's field (why is that guy always in a field in the intro) they're standing near something that looks like a cofiin

hawks almost bought black coffee and freaked out. hes also being tracked. should i be concerned? also who even are those people?

"your a jerk" bakugo said that to the no.1 hero to his face. respect.

hawks is reading that villan book.

"aah my throne is burning!"

this is so funny. it kinda looks like hes about to start dancing

that book is very concerning to me. its planning something (like the book is gonna be a part in something big, not literally)

there is something wrong with hawks and i gotta know what

it would be neat if the text was translated

so theres a libaration front, which hawks is also part of as a spy? my guy is doing alot. give him a break

libaration front is doing something in 4 months

i am very concened/confused right now.

the libaration front = the league of villans? that makes kinda sense

hawks is the main character (of the outro)

Ep 15

Ep 16

fat gum is not skinny anymore and life is good

DRAGON!!! (riyukyu is my 2nd fav hero because she's a dragon)

riyukyu sounds different as a dragon

Ep 17

fuyumi is trying so hard to make the family work

"what the crap!" "why the crap!" -bakugo

deku and bakugo boutta be shoved in to some tododrama, arn't they

so, i think we're getting the dabi being toya todoroki reveal soon

also, he's not the kid with red hair, but i also havent seen the kid with red hair. what happened to the red-hair, presumably youngest todoroki. unless that was dabi. but in endevours picture dabi had white hair. whats with the kid with red hair. he's been in a few scene but never appeared

Ep 18

endevour forgot, he's just saying that

"old man smell" *escapes* -bakugo (hes funny like that)

Ep 19

starting this off by saying i am mildly annoyed because the site i use uses servers with the episodes, and i'm using a different one cause my normal one wasnt working, so now its formatted different. not that thats important. might complain more

did i mention the intro song is kinda a banger? like why. i would watch the intro for the song. but i dont

so the old server had this bit where you can hover over the progress bar and it'll show the frame. this one does not :(

ida's weird dance though (i think hes dancing)

uraraka panicing over an almight figure.

if i have to sit through a bunch of uraraka/deku stuff someone is going to die, probably me

bakugo causally almost killing deku be like:

almight the symbol of sweets

okay why are aizawa and present mic Like that right now. whats wrong

oh so purple-portal guy is one of their old friends?

aizawa seems upset. thats new

i was kinda hoping they'd get him back.

holy shit they're doing it

"they're a bit dry" sir, you are literally crying. eyes cannot get more wet then crying

i wonder if grand torino used to be a UA teacher

shigaraki is also a nomu?

i hate how no-one can be straightforward. like what. tell me the thing, dont just tell me clues

Ep 20

i need to see league be silly in this. please

mini nomu named jonny who teleports people

why is twice's ringtone like that

Ep 21

i wonder who Destro's kid is. it would be interesting if it was eri or shigaraki. but i cant stand the thought of anything bad happening to eri, and shigaraki already has a thing going on with the previous ofa person.

it it important their calling it meta abilities instead of quirks?

while being chased by a bunch of people: "i'm sleepy" -shigaraki

"sounds like a wonderful life NOW DIE" -dabi

i zoned out the last part, but i think it was just the guy talking about twice and toga's quirk

Ep 22

twice be having that existential crisis

the "my villan academia" is kinda funny

damn twicw, thats kinda cool

the guy was using another guy as a chair

THERES SO MANY TWICES, LIKE SO MANY

the "Me's!" though (how does one spell the plural of me, caus it'll be mes, but thats proounced wrong, and me's is gramatically wrong"

oh, re-destro is destro's kid/decendent

i think the name re-destro is dumb. like get your own name dude

Ep 23

re-destro also does % quirk like deku

whoo big guy is here

young shigaraki need a hug.

i am not okay after watching shigaraki's backstory

hey, uh what the fuck did i just watch. can we take a moment here. like what. so shigaraki got his quirk, killed his dog (accidently) his sister (accidently) everyone else (Also accidently?) was like, 5 years old (young kid) so didn't really understand it. his father, who was always mean to him, came and whacked him with a gardining tool. he killed his father (on purpose). no wonder he's messed up

Ep 24

remember how afo said that people abandoned shigarki cause they thought a hero would step in? maybe it was cause he was covered in blood and creepy? but someone should have helped him. i need an au where someone good got to shigaraki before afo

the hands on young shigaraki look so disproportionate. like their so big and he's small

shigaraki has 17 hands (so far, his family (5 people) the 2 guys, the extra and his own) the average person has 2 hands is a statistical error. spider shigaraki who lives somewhere and has 17 hands is an outlier and should not have been counted

shigaraki's first name means to mourn. fitting

"after an awaking, this man has changed" yeah, awakenings tend to change people

whoo, golem's here (idk his name, the big giant thats really likes afo)

"shining beacon" the most beat up and tired man i have seen (re-destro about shigaraki)

shigaraki now has 3 hands, i wonder who's hand is on his face

okay so, league and meta libaration now are paranormal libaration front, and shigaraki's in charge. good to know. i'll be calling them "the front" cause the name is too long, and plf if a weird thing to call them

ive heard things of a paranormal libaration war, or something like that. guessing its heros vs the front. sounds fun

Ep 25

shigaraki has white hair now? blue suited him better

hawks!

hey, uh why the fuck is best jeanist in a bag

i dont really see the hawks/dabi but they have only been together on screen for like a minute total, so i guess we'll see

*sadly* "humans are... scary" -one of the robots

present mic just lying on the table

"i'll have a surprise karoke context with them, then boil their guts while their eardrums bleed" -present mic, what the hell

WAIT, WHATS WRONG WITH ERI, IS SHE OK she's fine (alive and not hurt). i think her quirk is gonna do a thing

"blackwhip helps user move around in air and capture people" so basically lets them be spiderman

bakugo being so agressive all the time is so funny to me

"WHAT FOOL CUT THE CHIVES" "i did" "YOU SHAMED YOUR SISTER" -bakugo, to todoroki

so aizawa is eri's dad, right?

thing

i found a place to watch the movies, so i'll be doing that (theres 4, i'm currently planning to only do the 2 heros one) before starting S6. also ive gotten the intro song stuck in my head also, i feel like hawks has an interesting story, like he was training to be a hero since he was a kid, and is number 2, and right behind someone he used to love as a kid. he's also working with the front, and double crossing them. so yeah, thats fun. i also think i can go somewhere with how he's fast like that, and how he said he needs to go faster, and the whole youngest hero, stopping criminals and just handing them off to sidekicks after being defeated, instead of working with them. also, do you reckon if tamaki eats, like some plant, he could get that Woods hero's quirk, or something simmilar? and if he does canablisim, can he shapeshift, or grow limbs? also, i need to say i love eri, she's adorable. i love her mixing up the holidays from earlier, it was cute and if anything bad happens to her, i will kill someone.

next season i'm guessing will be eri's quirk exploding, training for the big fight, and the fight itself. or the fight is s7, but thats really far, so maybe not

also, MD, would you like for me to stop tagging you, cause i just realised its probably annoying for you

[basingstokemercury]

Finally actually watched the Chocolate Factory film (original). I read the book years back and remember very little of the Depp film I watched when... elevenish maybe?

I had low hopes going in, at least it cleared the musical's "actually killing them on stage" bar?

First off, this feels like some kind of twisted horror world where everyone is obsessed with chocolate. Kids' film, yes, but I had absolutely no investment in the stakes. And I love good sweets as much as anyone.

Related: I don't like the... fetishisation? is that right? of poverty. Charlie comes from a comically exaggerated background, but it's just a backdrop to make the contest more important to him or something. Again, he's a kid, but how is chocolate the most important thing to him? A lifetime supply of it would be a pleasant way to keep spirits up, but wouldn't solve any long-term problem.

Hey, people with chronic illnesses! Turns out all you need is the right impetus to get up and be just fine, right?

And here we see some very sweet little kids who... Well, only one of them really has any kind of vice. One likes eating and has the audacity to also be a little fat, another, well, WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH CHEWING GUM AND BEING A BIT COMPETITIVE SHE IS A NORMAL CHILD, the third could use to have his television habits supervised but as an older sister it's normal for young kids not to understand that violence on television doesn't mean it's fun in real life, and the fourth throws very polite tantrums when she wants something because SHE IS A CHILD.

Gene Wilder's charisma is disarming here, but I must remember that this is a tenor and therefore capable of anything (opera joke, for my non-opera followers). He still smiles placidly and quotes as children are hurt, so I have no sympathy even if his acting was the best part.

"You can eat anything in this room! Wait, not that, I never told you and will do nothing when you are hurt because of it!"

Bodyshaming! How fun! Making fun of a young, adorable kid's looks!

Literal tunnel of horrors with flashes of insects crawling on people and dead animals. Seriously, what the fairfax? This is a kids' film!

"No! Don't eat that! I will not explain why until you are actually harmed and it's too late!"

These are kids. Kids don't always follow rules, especially when they don't understand why the rules are there.

This is where I started really, really hating the Oompa Loompa songs. They're incredibly annoying somehow.

Veruca might be throwing a tantrum, but she is very cute and a good singer. At least the song has the decency to put the blame on her upbringing, but then why should she be hurt? Someone could have stopped her at any time before she endangered herself.

My dad noticed there were only four suits at the entrance to the very creepy TV room. Which seems to mean the accidents were planned.

And here we have an absolutely egregious case. Mike does not activate the device himself, he stands on the pedestal and the operator knowingly presses the button! THIS WAS NOT HIS FAULT THEY INTENTIONALLY HARMED HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That last song personally offends me. "Television makes you stupid"??? I grew up on nature and science documentaries. I was quoting David Attenborough to my parents as a toddler. I'm sure educational TV existed back then in some form, at least?

Joe's indignation at being told off for breaking the rules is just ridiculous. You did it knowingly! You've seen how harsh this man is! Yes, Charlie only strayed at your instigation, but he could have refused, couldn't he?

And we fly into space inside a Dalek. The end.

Oh yeah, the songs? This barely counts as a musical.

Opening number was okay, if rather meaningless lyrically.

I remember nothing of the mother's lullaby thing, literally zoned out while she was singing it.

Golden ticket song a bit more fun but lyrics could still use work.

Pure Imagination, the only one I knew going in, was a bit disappointing in this rendition. Wilder's lovely voice is not at fault, the arrangement didn't grab me.

I've stated my opinion on the "making normal kids out to be monstrous" songs already.

And the one child who gets a song to herself? Okay, that I liked. It was fun.