#i just wanna become one with the soup is that too much to ask?

[soup-soup-soup-soup-soup]

SOUP-ER BOWL ROUND 5

I'M VIETNAMESE AND BORN IN THE YEAR OF THE CHICKEN SO THIS IS HELLA AWKWARD, BUT ANYWAYS--PLEASE WELCOME THIS SIMPLE YET FLAVOR PACKED AND LIGHT SOUP, FEATURING THIN, SMOOTH BROTH AND NOODLES, AND OF COURSE, TOPPED WITH THAT VERSATILE CHICKEN MEAT--GUARANTEED TO PLEASE EVEN THE PICKIEST OF EATERS--PHỞ GÀ!!

(image credit + recipe: https://beyondsweetandsavory.com/pho-ga-vietnamese-chicken-noodle-soup/)

AND ON THE OPPOSING SIDE IS A CHILDHOOD MEMORY FULL TO THE BOWL RIM WITH NOSTALGIA, OF SICK DAYS AND WINTER MORNINGS (OR 2 AM FEASTS)--FROM A CAN OR HANDMADE, EITHER WAY IT'S GREAT--ADD CELERY, CARROTS, YOUR FAVORITE WHEAT NOODLES, AND OF COURSE, YOU CAN'T FORGET THAT CHI-CHI-CHICKEN! IT'S THE CLASSIC CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP!!

(image credit: bhg.com)

[a-boca-do-inferno]

blueberry (caesar x human!reader)

summary: Man is insecure and, perhaps not so surprisingly, so are apes.

warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

words: 3.6k

notes: can be read as a standalone or a continuation to alone. this is set somewhere between the events of wftpota but he is alive in my heart btw. enjoy x

gif credit

“I don’t care”, you sign and huff, glaring at him. You needed to hurt him; like he had hurt you just now. You point to the cave entrance. “Leave.” 

Caesar shoots you a desolated look, standing in the middle of the rain, completely soaked. He can’t speak. Not this time. He’d done it so many times before, repeating the same thing over and over again. I will change. I will stop worrying. I love you. And now you could see the truth: no matter how much he claimed to love you, his sorrows would always be stronger than his feelings and you just had enough. You were a tired woman. And he knew that, too. 

“Okay”, he mumbles at last with a brief sign as he watches his step and backs away. 

He leaves with his head down and disappears into the dark of the night. You’re only left with the sound of heavy drops smashing onto the floor. The ground now felt like opening up under your feet, but it wasn’t always like this. 

Caesar stared at you with widened eyes, not noticing your presence until you spoke up. A smile spread on his face and he shrugged off his worries, his frown fading gradually. “You… lifesaver.” He gesticulated toward the food you carried with a grateful look. It smelled so good and he didn’t hesitate to grab the bowl of soup, sipping on it and letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank you... for everything”, he signed with his free hand after a moment.

“You’re welcome, now what do you want?” You teased and ruffled his head lightly. Caesar had become a good friend over the past few months. It felt like you’ve known each other for a long time, even before the flu. “Or were you just that hungry?”

Caesar snorted, still drinking the soup. “Both… I think.” He swallowed before adding hoarsely, “sometimes I just need… to see you.” It sounded like a lighthearted comment, but he wasn’t smiling because deep down he knew it was true. You made him feel like he never did with anyone, ape or otherwise. He recoiled in his spot, watching you with attentive eyes. 

And you, to your credit, chuckled quietly with pink cheeks, “well, here I am.” You sat in front of him and leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “You know, Caesar, I’ve been thinking… Maybe you should come stay with me for a while.” 

You were well aware of his problem with loneliness ever since he lost Cornelia and couldn’t help but want to take care of him. Being a leader had its perks and many included a deep sense of isolation, especially when the very lives of a whole species depended on him to make it in this world. Humans were still a constant threat, even amidst the downfall of civilization, but you reckoned Caesar felt lonely long before the apocalypse from the few stories he’d tell you about Will. If anything, being surrounded by his own kind only alienated him more overtime due to the burden of the “crown”.

Caesar tensed up, his eyebrows raising at the unexpected offer. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, however his demeanor eventually changed into one of contemplation. Perhaps it wasn’t such a terrible idea at all. He’d been greatly feeling the change in environment since they moved and doing things alone had always proven to be harder for him, if more familiar. Taking another sip of his soup, his thoughtful gaze traveled the ceiling. 

“Sure… you wanna live… with my drama?” He finally asked, with an almost amused expression.

“We can be dramatic together”, came the quick reply, as you carried a playful tone of your own. “But really, I think it’ll do you some good. It’s not permanent, I just wanna help you get a little more time to adjust while you sort things out with the council.” You grinned softly, “change is always overwhelming and some company might broaden your horizons, maybe even help with your decision.”

Caesar pondered your words, still with a humorous smile. “I could stay… for a while.” He added with some emphasis. 

“It’s settled then, you can move in anytime you want”, you stood up and patted his shoulder. As you noticed there was a hint of uneasiness lingering in his eyes, you hummed, “consider it my formal thanks to you for taking me in. Now we’re even.”

“Then I move in… tonight.”, he tried to play it off with humor, signing with a smirk. “Don’t like my place… anyways.”

In fact, deep down Caesar was glad to get away from there; especially because he was about to face the most challenging phase of leadership: letting go. By the end of the day, he was all settled into your home. He took your bed under your indignant protests that the floor was a “back killer”, in your own words. You had a way of making him sustain a smile for far longer than he was used to—which wasn’t often—and that was the sole reason for his compliance. 

As you were fluffing the makeshift pillows made out of animal skin, he organized his stuff in the small cabinet you made yourself. You were a handy carpenter. A quiet chuckle reached his ears and he shot you a glance. 

“I didn’t take you for the messy type, I thought all leaders were neat.”

Caesar rolled his eyes, closing the cabinet door. “I only clean… other people’s messes”, he signed with a wry smile. He turned around and leaned against the wall to face you properly, his grin fading into a sterner look. “I’m glad… you’re here.”

“And I’m glad you’re here with me, that way I don’t have to worry about your insomniac ass wandering in the cold”, you threw a stick at him, sitting on the bed with a small beam. “I really do worry and care for you, Caesar. I hope you know that.”

Caesar caught the stick with ease and met your gaze with warm eyes once again. He was clearly touched by your words and his shy grin turned into a real one, despite the tiredness on his features. He came over to sit beside you, much closer than before. 

“I know”, he replied huskily, gently caressing the nape of your neck with his thumb. “And I hope you know… I care about you.” You shivered under his touch and your lips reached for his rough palm as you kissed it. His breath hitched at the sensation of your smooth skin and he touched your foreheads, shutting his eyes.

It was now but a distant, bittersweet memory haunting you while you gathered your things and left your tent-like home with him, preparing to move in with Maurice. You had a close bond with the ginger ape due to his calmer nature; sometimes you even assisted in his classes, too, and he knew better than anyone about the shortcomings of your relationship with Caesar. This time was no different and he offered you shelter right away. He had always been supportive of you two, but never judging when you had a falling out with the boss.

Maurice knew better than anyone as Caesar got older, his stubbornness and overprotective nature only got bigger. You left out a humourless laugh, walking into your new home. Man is insecure and perhaps not so surprisingly, so are apes. And with insecurity comes obsession, along with an unhealthy need for control. Yet you always had too much understanding in your heart. Caesar just needed help, you thought, as you would peck his head whilst he slept soundly on your lap. It was so rare to see him that serene, and you cherished every second of it. 

He still had trouble sleeping; nightmares and such. Your heart ached with the ever present reminder that you just couldn’t make all his pain go away forever, no matter how hard you tried. And God, did you try. Rocking a grown chimpanzee’s body to make him go to sleep wasn’t exactly in your plans when he brought you into the colony, but you gladly took the task. You loved the guy, after all. 

And wouldn’t it be stupid to even doubt that? Still, that’s what Caesar did on occasion. He wasn’t easily upset, but when he was... It often got ugly. You were never a fearful girl, but seeing his angry fits deeply affected you. Soon talking to him became a constant walk on eggshells and if he noticed your change in behavior, he never really spoke on it, which was perhaps his biggest flaw; not communicating. But he was a leader, and a perceptive one at that. Even though he never said it out loud, it must have been clear that you couldn’t take it anymore. There was something telling about the way he simply let you go a few hours before, with no fight. 

“Comfortable?” Maurice eyes you carefully, bringing some blueberries with him to cheer you up. 

You can’t help but grin at the sight. “I am. Thank you.” You sign back and nod, taking a deep breath as you gaze around. “Caesar?” You hum, curious of where he might be. You hadn’t seen him since last night’s argument.

The orangutan shakes his head slowly, pointing at the forest, “he hunts… when angry.”

You snort. “Sounds about right.”

Maurice grunts in agreement, signing softly, “you two… end?”

You take a moment to consider his question. It looked like a break up, didn’t it? Although you weren’t sure if apes even used the concept of “breaking up” with their mates. Every couple you knew in the colony seemed happy together. No trouble in paradise. You shrug and look down. “Maybe.”

“Caesar is… difficult”, he rasps, causing you to smile despite yourself. That’s the understatement of the year. The ape adds, “you like blueberries… for a reason. They’re not… always sweet.”

You scoff at the comparison. No wonder Maurice was a great teacher. You sign with amusement, “except I can smash a blueberry if I don’t like it, but with Caesar, I can’t.”

Maurice laughs deeply. “Fair enough.”

As the night fell again, you watched the apes gather around the fire to hang out after another tranquil day from a distance. Since the war, things were slowly returning to normal and you felt a mixture of relief and anxiety every time the thought crossed your mind; growing accustomed to peace those days was dangerous. Hope could be a friend, but also a great enemy in the apocalypse. Caesar had taught you that through your many late night talks after you made love. A light blush came across your cheeks as you sighed and tried to shake off those memories. 

Dating another species was already a challenge on its own, now add being the leader of a colony on top of that, you were surprised you two had made it that far. When Caesar found you all alone hiding in a cave, struggling to survive on your own, never in a million years did you think that creature would become your closest friend and even lover. He didn’t like or didn’t see the point of those nomenclatures, sure, as he only ever referred to you as his family. If other apes outside Maurice and Blue Eyes knew about the implications of it, though, no one dared speak on it. Yet it didn’t make it any easier to digest whenever you stopped to think about it, even more so amidst his angry fits.

You finished preparing for bed and lay down in silence, staring at the stars. Another summer had begun with the difference of Caesar’s absence by your side as you tried to sleep. You took a deep breath and wiped away some stubborn tears, turning to face the wall. You closed your eyes for a brief second and when you opened them again, a large silhouette appeared on the stone surface and you slowly shifted back to find Caesar standing tall, eyeing you silently.

“Talk?” He signs hesitantly, his expression difficult to read in the dark. You only nod and he approaches you, and as he steps in an angle under the moonlight, you see he’s got a deep cut across his abdomen. You immediately sit up, looking alert. He smiles weakly and waves a dismissive hand, taking a seat beside you. “It’s… fine. Not… serious.”

You frown nevertheless, tracing his bruise and inspecting it. “What happened?”

“Bear.” He murmurs hoarsely, with an amused gleam in his green eyes. You grunt in displeasure and he asks with an almost mocking tone, “worry?”

“Of course I do, Caesar.” You huff indignantly and it only makes him smirk, but you keep glaring at him. “You think it’s funny?”

“Yes”, he says, reaching out to take your hand over his furry stomach. He comes closer, bringing his forehead to yours, “I’m… sorry.” You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You’re not sure what to say, but he fills in the silence with a low sound, “miss… you.”

“You’re a stubborn old man”, you pull away to look him in the eye, albeit your voice stays tender. He looks humoured by your choice of words. “But I missed you too.”

Caesar’s expression softens significatively. He produces another coo, “forgive?”

You smile and bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. “Maybe.”

“Brought… present.” He rumbles after a moment and you watch him leave in silence, coming back shortly with a bowl full of blueberries. You grin and Caesar hoots quietly, feeding one to you. You blush and accept the gesture, causing him to nuzzle your face gently, “Maurice… advice.”

You roll your eyes. “That turncoat.” 

Caesar only snickers and shrugs, making a face as he tries a blueberry. He signs and pushes the bowl towards you, shaking his head in comic disapproval, “sour.”

It’s your turn to laugh.

[dr-spectre]

Rambling about Marina and Relatability...

I've said in the past that i relate heavily to Marie, but as i think about it further.... I think i relate more to Marina... I just read through this incredible twitter thread by @ _CSenpai_ which i shall leave at the end, but it got me to really think... "huh... Marina is kinda me fr." (Also I'm gonna get pretty personal in this post so keep that in mind too.)

Marina has very serious special interests and clearly spends a lot of time researching and engaging in these interests. She gets VERY excited when someone mentions anything remotely about her interests and takes them seriously. Which is something i do as if someone even remotely mentions Splatoon out of the blue, my chest will go "BZZZTTTT" and i get the tingles and i wanna run around my room.

She's very into machinery, video games, music and manga/comic books. Marina stays up and overworks herself when it comes to music and her interests, which is shown in the dev diaries and chat logs in Side Order and Octo Expansion. This is something i tend to do as well as I consume my special interests way into the night and i can't go to bed because I'm so damn energized. Sometimes i become so focused that i don't even notice that time has passed by for so long and before i even realise it... It's 2pm and now i want lunch.

She corrects Pearl on wizards which reminds me of the kind of stuff i say during my rambles about Callie and her arc in Splatoon 2... I get VERY picky when it comes to people using ahem.... certain words when describing the events that took place.

In the Hero vs. Villain Splatfest, she is the only one who is taking it very seriously while everyone else is smiling or expressing anger.

She's using a god damn GAMECUBE CONTROLLER AND A HEADSET! She's literally me oh my god. When i go over for parties and celebrations and someone brings out a Switch and we play Smash Bros or Mario Kart? I take that shit seriously and i can't tone back my skill level and just have fun.

Also Marina is known to have sensitivity to certain food textures including mayo and pulp in orange juice. Now i LOVE mayo personally but i HATEEEE stuff in my drinks. I am a massive texture eater and i will avoid stuff in food that ruins the texture. When i get pumpkin soup for example, if i see vegetable bits in that shit i will actually feel sick and flick the bits off of my spoon.

Marina is also seen stimming and pacing back and forth when excited. When i tend to get overly excited by myself, i will literally violently shake for a brief moment and then squeal. I'm not joking.

Marina also tends to bottle up her emotions and often lashes out onto others when it's too much for her. Which is something i tend to do... I don't often say how i feel when someone asks how am i and i often wanna scream and break something when the anger is just too much for me to contain. I end up yelling by myself and cuss like no tomorrow. I can find solace in a character who does a similar thing i do, minus the cussing lmao.

I think one of the bigger reasons on why i relate to Marina is gonna be a weird one but... She is almost always seen with her headphones. No matter what situation she is in, she always wears her headphones.

Even when she's Marina Agitando and Overlorder has taken over her body, the Controller VM acts like headphones as it covers her ears!

Now this detail about her wearing her headphones almost often might seem minor, but to me it makes me love Marina even more. I always constantly wear headphones and it's due to various different reasons. First is because i love listening to music and enjoying background noise, second, it dampens the sounds around me as i can be pretty sensitive to certain sounds. And third... well... let's just say that i live with a uh.... loud parent who... gets pretty angry, NOT AT ME! THANKFULLY! BUT... when they scream... and swear... i put on my headphones and wait for the noise to go by. It's a comfort thing for me and helps get through those... rough periods... Marina wearing those headphones often and not being judged for it, makes me feel, happy...

...uh... yeah.

ANYWAYS! Another big thing i relate with Marina on is her want for order and balance in her life. She doesn't like massive changes in her routine and wants to maintain the balance in her life.

i do not like it when my routine suddenly changes and i get upset and angry. I have a strict routine and when it gets fucked over oh MAN OH MANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

And that last point about feeling safe and secure, as i mentioned earlier with the third point about wearing headphones... I wanna feel safe and secure... I want to feel calm... I don't want someone to suddenly shout or get upset or for my routine to change and i can't do anything about it...

The only thing i don't relate with Marina on is well... Looks. Listen, i ain't no tall black octopus woman with a noticeable figure and a pretty face HAHAHAHA! I find it kind of funny that I'm able to relate SO MUCH to someone like her when I'm some 20 year old dude who looks nowhere NEAR like her. Except for maybe height i don't know.

However, i will say, i actually don't act this excited in person, i tend to be very shy and reserved in person compared to my online behaviour. I say words in a dry manner and i don't have the best social skills. So i guess that's where the relatability for Marie comes in as well. I'm a heavy introvert and despite my need for wanting to connect to others, i would rather stay indoors than go out and meet new people to start friendships or potentially a romantic relationship... like that's ever gonna happen anyways...................

I got two brain cells. It's them.

So anyways, that was all i wanted to say! I love Marina and she's my second favourite Idol, you can probably guess who's number 1 but i ain't talking about... her... well not today anyways.

Thanks for reading!!!

The thread that inspired this blog post: https://x.com/_CSenpai_/status/1367219374948376579

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hey, can i have Lucifer x gn! reader that suffers from migraines? It can just be headcanons, really.

I dont have any specifics for it.

Nonniieeeeee, I’m so sorry! I’m not sure when you sent this but I’m finally getting to it. Thanks for being so patient, to you and everyone who’s requested recently. Also, I hope you’re feeling okay, anon. ❤️‍🩹 And as always, enjoy~

Notes: gn!reader, just fluff and Luci being such a sweetheart ALSO I GOT TWO LUCI POSTS DONE IN ONE DAY FUCK YEAH!!!

Lucifer x reader- S/O suffers from migraines

“OH DARLING! MY ANGEL BABY! Come, lay down. I’ll get you an ice pack. Or would you prefer a heating pad? Tell me what you need, my love. Daddy’s here for you~”

Good luck. This guy is gonna cling to you and baby you all day until you feel better okay? Just prepare yourself

Will literally, actually, for real do anything you ask. He just feels so bad for you and hates seeing you like this so go ahead, tell him what you need.

Meds? You got it! He’s flying over to get them so fast and returning to your side before you can even blink

You cold? Need a blanket? Come here, let Luci wrap you up in his plethora of thick plush wings 💋

Wanna take a nap? He’s draping blankets over you, fluffing the pillow before tucking it under your throbbing head, makes sure the room is dark and quiet.

Will definitely hum softly to you as you cuddle and rest together.

Lots of soft kisses to your head and face- comes in waves like…he’ll kiss the top of your head once and then a few minutes later, he’s peppering your face in repetitively sweet kisses.

Will also full-on make out with you if that’ll distract you from the pain *wink wink*

Also, a lot of gentle touches, lightly tickling your skin, letting his fingertips wander over any bits of exposed skin he sees.

Might even strip off some of your clothes but strictly for the purpose of exposing more of your skin for him to softly stroke or rub comforting circles on.

Plays with your hair- starts by gently running his fingers through it and eventually ends up giving you a scalp massage that has you falling asleep in his hands.

When/if you get tired of him being clingy or you just want some alone time, please tell him! He’d rather you bruise his ego a bit by telling him you need space than you be even more miserable with him around. If you need a break from him, just say so and he’ll leave you be but he’s gonna come check on you every 15 minutes and ask you like 50 times if you’re mad at him lol

Will happily run off to the kitchen to make you soup or tea, something warm and comforting

One time he accidentally walked in on you taking a nap and when you woke up, at first he was like “Hi, honey. You okay?” And when you explain in a groggy voice that you have a killer migraine and you’re trying to sleep it off, he lowkey gets mad at himself for disturbing you and begs for your forgiveness. No matter your reply, he still asks “Want some company?” Before crawling into bed with you.

Also, one time found you crying on the couch due to the immense pain in your head, the throbbing and aching becoming too much.

Luci dramatically swooped you up in his arms and took you to lay down in bed. Cooed in your ear while wiping your tears away and holding you close to him.

He shed a tear along with you bc oh no his poor baby is in so much pain, it physically hurts his heart

Basically, just the sweetest little sweet pea in the entire Hellaverse, okay? No one in hell could take care of you better than the big boss himself ❤️‍🔥

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Eren HC’s: Stealing his clothes

Pairing: Eren x fem!reader

Warnings: playful bickering, fluff.

Summary: Wearing Eren’s clothes has started to become a problem since it’s now all you wear.

“Hey, princess~” Eren greets you while walking past in the kitchen. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge, his grey t shirt was slightly soaked with sweat and his hair was tied up from finishing up his workout in the garage. He stops suddenly and glanced at what you’re wearing. “Is that my sweater?”

You were wearing his long dark grey sweater with the hood on the back. After a pretty rainy week, you just grabbed it out of his closet to keep warm. It worked rather well with your tank top and rather short pair of sleep shorts.

Stirring the large pot filled with soup, you nod with a small smile. “Yeah, it got kinda cold in here earlier with all the rain.”

You held a spoon with some of the broth for him to taste and he graciously took it.

“Damn that’s good.” Eren commented as he took the spoon and went in for another taste. As he finished the second spoonful, he drops the spoon in the sink and stares at your figure, he admired the way your ass poked out under the material. “Your ass looks good.”

You smile at the compliment and gasped rather abruptly when he reaches up to give it a hard slap.

“Dinners gonna be good but desserts gonna be even better.”

———

“Eren, can I wear that longsleeve you have? I just started my period and everything’s too tight.” You frown and sift through your closet.

Eren shuffled around the bed, locking his phone and groaning as his muscles stretched. “Sure, why don’t you just wear my sweater though?”

See, you would- if it wasn’t dirty. Over the past few days of living in it, the sweater needed a good wash. “So that’s a yes?” You ask with a grin and fisted the beige longsleeve in your hand before pulling it off the hanger.

Eren watched, completely amused at your antics as you unclipped your bra and slipped it over your body. The article was soft and the extra fabric hid the uncomfortable bloat of your period perfectly.

You give out a small thank you and climbed into bed with him. It was around 9 pm- ish and usually you two don’t head to bed till much later, but after a long day, turning in early doesn’t sound so bad.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Eren asked and grabbed the remote. The tv made a sound as it powered on and you lay next to him on the bed.

“Nothing too gory, please.” You said quietly and scrunched your face up as a small wave of cramps hit you. Eren noticed the discomfort and pulled you into his arms. You curl up next to him with your back against his chest and his head rested against his hand as he was propped up on one side.

He gave a kiss to your temple and scrolled through the platforms before putting on Legally Blonde.

His hand rests on your abdomen and started to sink down to your lower stomach, just at your uterus. Eren’s large hand stroked at your skin below his shirt, trying to ease the pain you felt.

————

A few days later, you were doing some cleaning around the house to catch up on chores, a paisley bandanna was tied in your hair to keep it from falling in your face.

“(Y/n)!” Eren’s voice echoes through the house, making you jump. The cloth you were dragging against the window fell to the sill in a rush.

Eren marched in the room, eyebrow raised with an annoyed look.

“Are you okay?” You asked, grabbing the rag again and wiping the cleaner from the glass.

“Why are half my shirts missing?” He asked.

Your movement faltered ever so slightly with the rag, but Eren noticed it.

“Uhh, they’re probably in the wash.” You said, trying to ignore the daggers against the back of your skull.

Eren draws out a hum, “Really? That’s funny I don’t remember going through all my shirts in less than a week.”

“Yeah, that’s sure is strange.”

“(Y/n), turn around.” Eren asked suddenly.

The rag halted completely and you bite your lip. “Why?”

“Are you wearing my shirt right now?”

“No.”

“Then turn around.”

“No.”

“Eh, it’s alright, I can see your reflection in the window. Great day to clean, isn’t it?”

Sighing, you cursed yourself and looked at the window. Sure enough, your figure was prominent against the glass. You turned around and watch as Eren skims over the design of his 2Pac t-shirt.

“Mhm,” He nods and trailed back to your shared room.

“Eren, why are you getting so upset?” You called after him.

He steps in front of the closet and shuffled through his shirts, the bare hangers clanging together. “I’m not mad, Princess, but I don’t have anymore clothes.” He then gestured to your very full closet,“I guess you can’t say the same huh?”

“That’s not fair, a lot of the clothes I have are cropped and tight . They aren’t comfortable to wear around the house and your shirts cover me.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Eren said and started filtering through your hangers.

“You try wearing a corset top while doing laundry. It’s not fun.” You laughed as he pulled out a white cropped tee with pink trim.

“Then don’t buy this shit.” He smirks and waves the shirt in front on you. “Buy some real clothes.”

A brief pause hung in the air.

“Eren, you’re literally with me 80 percent of the time I go shopping. You always insist I buy stuff like this cause you like it.”

Eren turns around and gawks at you, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

You remain silent, arms crossed and a playful glare on your face.

“Oh yeah, how would you like it if I just wore your clothes then?” He challenged and took the garment off the hanger.

“Eren it’s not gonna fit-” But he didn’t listen. He someone managed to pull the shirt over his body. The shirt was very snug over his shoulders and biceps as he couldn’t even put his arms down. His abs were on full display and the shirt covered just barely past his pecs.

The words ‘Princess’ were printed on the top, the letters stretched out and color fading from the stress.

You burst out laughing at his predicament, clutching your stomach. The white and pink shirt around his large frame was definitely a sight to see.

“Did you prove your point, ‘Princess’?” You tried to say through giggles.

Eren’s face remained in his scowl, “Grab your keys, we’re buying you some t-shirts.” And with that, he started to trek out of the room.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You call out after him, trying not to laugh again.

“Bring the scissors!”

—————

Hey!! This has been in my drafts for a bit, so I just wanted to post something. I’m taking summer classes and it’s literally killing me so I’m trying to at least draft out fics so I have something to post every now and then. There’s only like two more weeks of the courses, so I’ll definitely be way more active after I finish!! 🩶

Tag list: @cullenswife @sad-darksoul

[parkerpeter24]

Omg can I request mcu! Peter Parker going on a date with reader but he’s actually getting sick and trying to hide it cause he’s been super busy and just wants to spend time with reader?

hi. it’s almost december 🥹 i wanna do winter blurbs 3.0

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

masterlist

it was not a fun evening to be out on the streets but you had your muffler wrapped around your neck and ready to meet your ‘friend’ peter– if you can even call him that. he had been so busy working and spider-manning it up for the last month that he barely got any chance to contact you other than a few texts here and there.

you felt so happy when you finally saw a text that you had wanted to for weeks. ‘dinner? mick’s @ 7?’

you smiled, looking at the text and instantly replied with a thumbs up emoji.

as you walked through the streets, you looked up for any sign in case you caught him swinging by in his spandex suit. but there was no sign of him. once once you were inside and sitting in a booth, looking out the window at the slow traffic outside, you saw him and his worn trench coat. he rushed through the doors, instantly spotting you and sitting in front of you.

you gave him a smile, watching him take off his brown coat, noticing the red of his cheeks.

“good evening, mr busy.” he gave you a smile too, keeping both his arms on the table.

“good evening.” he smiled, “did you order already?”

“just got here.” you shrugged, not really knowing what you both were here for as peter suddenly looked at the light bulb hanging right over the counter across from the two of you. then he sneezed, rubbing his nose.

“sorry. allergies.”

you raised a brow, “it looks like-”

“it’s nothing.” he waved his hand around in dismissal, “so uhm. let’s order?”

“...sure.” you said, trying to enjoy the time you had with him, ignoring his unusual behaviour. peter was unusual at times so you didn’t mind much– the only thing you noticed was that he kept staring at the light bulb hanging from the ceiling of his favourite diner.

“your eyes are popping out.” you pointed out, taking an onion ring from the small basket that was over at his side of the table. peter didn’t seem to mind but gave you a question look.

“huh?”

“it’s like... you were here to spend time with that light bulb, not me.” you pointed to the said source of light, “what’s up with you?”

“nothing-”

“if you’re not really free, we can do this-”

“no, no no no no! we can do this now. i want this date with you.” peter cleared his throat and coughed a little, “everything is right.”

you smiled when he called it a ‘date’ and pointed it out, “date, huh?”

“oh, did i not clear that up?” he raised his eyebrows in genuine question.

“oh, no, no. your text was very informative, actually.” you chuckled teasingly, making him rub the back of his neck.

“sorry, i-” he coughed again and this time you became really suspicious with the way he was trying to hold back, stifling his cough with a fist over his mouth.

“peter... let me...” you leaned forward, the back of your hand extended towards him but before it could touch his forehead, he moved back. you gave him a look and peter sighed.

“look, i’m completely-”

you interjected, “not okay.”

“fine.” the two of you said at the same time.

“i call bull.” you crossed your arms, sitting back at the leather seat, “your cheeks are flushed. you keep coughing and-” you found the boy’s eyes again fixed to the light bulb, “there’s definitely something going on with that light bulb!”

peter sighed, “okay, i’m sick. but i didn’t wanna ruin our date.” finally giving in as he sneezed again, “because of one tiny mishap.”

“but you need rest.” you reached out your hand to grasp his cold one, “could’ve at least ordered a soup.”

“i didn’t want you to become suspicious...” peter coughed again as his eyes went to the light bulb.

“peter-” you huffed, “i swear to god if you don’t tell me what’s up with that thing, i’m asking the owner to take it out.”

“wait, please don’t-” peter felt his cheeks heat up even more, his obvious fever having nothing to do with it this time, “i heard that looking at a source of light stops you from sneezing but-” he sneezed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “doesn’t work for me...”

you blinked, “wait a minute, are you talking about that dr. mike video?” he nodded, making you chuckle, “silly, it was the opposite. if you look at it, you sneeze.”

“oh.” was all peter could say, making you laugh at his expression, making his cheeks go redder.

you gently squeezed his hand, “come on. let’s get you some soup.”

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Home is Where His Heart Is

《You are visiting an odd town that isn't on the map.》

《Human Au》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. Welcome Home was created by Clown and artwork shown by @/partycoffin.》

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You had decided to use the vacation days you've been saving up. You wanted an adventure, something to make you feel alive and ignore the monstrous strain of your workload for a month.

So here you were, driving to an odd little city that you couldn't recall ever seeing on a map.

The air was sweet and the sky was clearer than in any place you've been to. After driving around for a few hours, you find a cozy little Bed and Breakfast next to a farmhouse.

A young tall woman with colorful short-haired locks greets you timidly at the front desk. Adorn in a simple shawl with a few rainbow feathers here and there on her hair and clothing.

She signs you on the guest list and tells you what your room number was. Handing you a key, before she happily tells you what tonight's dinner would be...

If you'd like to join her for supper that is!

"Sure! I'd love to!"

She happily leads you to a dining area where a few other guests sat. Digging into what you assumed was soup, she and you chat about this town and neighborhood.

Asking her about the "Must sees!" Or any activities that might be happening that you might wanna watch out for.

"Hmm, not much, I'd say... Oh! Actually, the church is holding a festival in a couple of days. That's something to look forward!"

"Have you gone?"

"Almost every year! But I think this one might be my last year, so I'm gonna make it count."

"How so?"

Poppy, is what she asked you to call her, smiles.

"Well, I've been fancying a man for quite some time. So I thought it'd be my last time going solo."

Poppy brings her shawl closer to her chest.

"I'll be turning in, see' you in the morning (Y/N)." The woman said quietly, leaving only a small trail of feathers behind her.

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After a refreshing sleep, you gaze around your room. Before immediately jumping out of bed and heading to the small balcony in your room.

"This is living, God I needed this so much." You state, fondly gazing at the melting colors in the sky for morning daylight.

You stop daydreaming when you feel your bones become sore from holding your position too long. Stretching your arms behind your head, you yawn.

"Excuse me!"

Startled by the shout, you gaze around the ground below. Falling onto a handsome young man sitting on a small rock with a canvas beside him. Realizing you could be ruining his painting, you shout

"Sorry! I'll leave now!" You call back, slowly backing away from the railing.

The young man hurriedly gets up from his seat, flailing his hands in the air dramatically. Calling for you to wait, which you did.

Listening to the man apologize for bothering you from below the balcony.

"I just came to find some inspiration on this fine day, I didn't mean for it to drive you away."

He calls up to you, thankfully not too loudly. Even if you were on the first floor.

"It's fine... You're fine." You call down, embarrassment evident in your voice. Slowly backing away from the rail. "Uhm, I'll just... Go."

You rush away and back into the safety of the drapes and curtains. Fiddling with the soft fabric, a dreamy smile makes it way on your features.

You think you're gonna love this vocation.

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[Taglist open for a day!]

[Human Au! I just thought what if the puppet show was just a really weird colorful town that is unfamiliar? Fan art, reblogs, hearts and comments are always appreciated!

[bonny-kookoo]

Omg I’m so happy that Seven Days drabbles are welcome! Could I request things like Seven Days MC purposely pushing JK’s buttons to see what happens?

A/N: Hi hello please request for Seven I wanna write for it so bad but I can't because it gets reported please I LOVE THEM SO MUCH-

-> Masterlist

Considering that Jungkook isn't at all what you're used to when it comes to men, it's also surprising to you how your simple interest and somewhat almost childish crush on him has turned into curiosity.

And it's also become quite.. fun to play around with him a little, turning the tables around for a change.

He's not actually ever openly told you what he's into- he always just seems to adapt to whatever you seem to like, and in your own humble opinion, that's just not fair. Is he secretly a sadist? Or into stuff you definitely aren't? You want to know. You don't want him to just bend his bones around you, just so you're happy.

You want him to be happy too.

Something you've learned about him by pure observation alone, is that he literally seems to buzz whenever he can do something for you. He fully immerses himself into caring for you, even if it's just 'hey, can you maybe watch the soup on the stove while I shower?'. It's cute, in a way, how he becomes happy at every touch you offer him.

He's a cuddler, even though he tends to end up in quite frankly ridiculous positions during his sleep- and it also offered one of these 'happy-buzz' moments with him.

He'd mentioned, very fleetingly, how he seems to sleep really well next to you at night these days. How he usually wakes up with a sore throat, and neck pain- but that it's pretty much gone now. You'd told him, equally as nonchalantly, how you noticed that he tends to move into an odd position at night, which makes him snore due to his head being tilted back too far- and that you've started to wake up from it. At first, he'd clearly wanted to apologize- but then you'd said that you just turn him a little, or adjust his pillow, because you already worried about him not sleeping well otherwise.

The look on his face was priceless; eyes all round and lips slightly parted, an expression of surprised affection that seemed to even catch him off guard as he had to visibly shake himself out of it, laughing it off before he thanked you, occupying himself with poking at his food instead to gloss over the almost shy smile growing on his lips.

And it's also really fun to test his patience.

You're not sure if he's aware of your games, but even if he is, you don't really care. Seeing him look at you with his jaw clenched and lips pursed, words on his lips but never spoken, hands having to physically hold onto something as to not move, it makes you feel empowered. You're not worried about any actual consequences- because even if there were any, he'd never hurt you.

You trust him. You're not scared of him.

"Hey, can you give me that?" He asks as you struggle to open the water bottle, but you whine, turning away from it as you continue to fight with the plastic cap. "Darling come on, just let me do it for you-" He chuckles, but you get up now instead, so he can't reach it.

There it is. The first sign- his tongue playing with the silver piercings on his bottom lip.

"You're gonna hurt yourself-" He tries again, voice still soft, but you shake your head.

"I can do it." You deny, now even moving to use your teeth for help- when he gets up, walking over to you.

"Stop being a brat, let me help-" He attempts once more, but you now walk again- falling into a little jog as he grabs for your shirt, fingers barely reaching the straps of it which snap right back against your skin. "Baby..." He threatens now, voice low and challenging. But you're not intimidated.

He's yet to actually prove his dominance, after all.

He thinks you can't take it. You know that's probably what he believes- that you can't handle it, that you're fragile and weak and oh-so-delicate. But you're not. You're not sure if he's turned you into this, but in a way, you've developed almost a hunger for what he might do to you if you were to finally make his patience snap.

You've gotten close before- you're getting close right now, you're sure.

But how much does it take for him to finally put you in your place?

And how will he do it?

[pilot-boi]

further question. does fusing feel different with ozcar later in the merge? like after the monstra nuke causing the whole. magic speeding it up thing. i can see how it could be easier and more difficult at the the same time…i love this au concept btw…

also if other people can fuse it’d be super cool to hear other peoples reactions to fusing with oscar and oz

I can’t go over EVERYONES reactions to fusing with Oscar, so if you wanna hear about someone specific, shoot me an ask

Fusing does feel different later in the merge. As the souls come closer to being one soul, there’s less inherent Wrongness

Earlier, it would feel like you’re trying to shove a cantaloupe in a soup can. Just too much content being stuff in too small a space. Staying fused wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t comfortable. Think of it like the Semblance rejecting the merge magic like it’s a virus

After the whale nuke, that feeling of putting something big in a small space is mostly gone. They’re closer to being one person, two souls are becoming one. So the uncomfortableness is mostly gone. It’s great, but it also sucks, because it means they’re getting closer to losing Oscar entirely

On Oscar’s end though, it feels completely different. The more he fused with people, the less he felt tied to Oz’s soul. They’re fusing with HIM, not Oz, so a distinction is becoming more and more apparent. Instead of it being like Oz’s soul is his own, with every fusion it’s more like Oz is just a passenger in his body

Neither of them really know what to make of it, especially Ozpin

TLDR; The others think that fusing with Oscar is becoming easier because the merge is coming closer, but actually it’s becoming easier because the merge is actively being counteracted by them fusing

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[daphnedauphinoise]

made the sexiest soup and i wanna make love to myself. here is the recipe

chop half an big white onion long so they thin crescents. heat up your pot with a lot of butter. now, put some more butter in. after the butter starts browning a little add your onions. cut up one leek and after couple of minutes of your onions cooking, put your leeks in. we are going to caramelise this. after ten minutes add teeny weeny pinch of salt and stire but largely, dnd your onion + leeks. repeat this 3 times or for however long you have time to caramilse this( for me i woudl say dont fully caramilse it) after put in 3 medium chopped sized potatoes and stir.

now for herbs and spice : ( i measure with my heart and my hand so dont ask)

italian all purpose herb mixture, herb de provence mixture, paprika, black pepper, a little bit of chilli flakes and all purpose polish seasoning you get for like 50p. add a bay leaf too. half a teaspoon of minced garlic. i also did a teeny weeny pinch of nutmeg but i doubt that did much

add enough of these things to the point where all the potato pieces are covered in something BUT do not over do it with spices and seasoning. less is more and you can add but you cant take away

stir it so they all become friends and then let that go on medium heat until one side of the potato is brown and sticking to the pan. pour large six sips of red wine, chicken stock ( not too much or it will be salty. so use one cube), water and diary ( i did coconut milk but that was because that was what was open). let that cook for 20 minutes. blend and enjoy.

i made this stressed because I am writing my finals and i cant get my wording right but omg it is so so so good. the whole thing took me nearly 2 hours but oh my god i wanna drown in it. the soup should be nice brown colour btw like dark mushroom soup

p.s you do wanna add the wine first and let the alcohol cook off for a bit before adding the other liquids. i don't know why but it just works better

p.s.s - i didnt have any bread but pls have it with a good sourdough for me

[or0ch1maru]

I don't know if you're still doing requests but ahhhh

Could you maybe do one with the Akatsuki where y/n and a member are having play banter/teasing eachother for a bit but then one says something too far/or mentioned something their sensitive about and it hurts the others feelings? .3.

I love your writing:3 especially Kisame stuff *giggles*

Here’s a big smooch *MWAHH😘*thank you so much love😩 I love kisa so much and I feel like he’s SUPER underrated.

Here’s a gift from me to you as I write about our big teddy bear🧸

•you’ve been with the akatsuki for about two years now, and they’ve become more than just comrades. They’re family

•and with family comes some hardships, arguing about something like bills, or missions

•then there are the times people bicker between each other like siblings; some that you’ve heard or been apart of that consisted of “move your fat ass Tobi, I wanna sit down” said by Deidara when he wanted a spot on the couch. Then there was the one time someone ate your Onigiri, you questioned everybody and couldn’t find out who the culprit was

•but for the other 95% of the time, you guys love each other and get along as best friends

•today is like any other day

•you find yourself looking for a snack in the kitchen

• “whatcha lookin’ for short stop?” Asks Kisame when he enters, watching you rummage around for something that catches your interest

•everybody, except for Kakuzu is short compared to Kisa, you just happened to be the shortest. Which of course Kisame finds hilarious, but also really adorable.

• “I need sustenance” you comment back lightly, pushing boxes of pancake mix out of the way in the closet to see what’s behind them

•you take a step back, your body hitting Kisame’s torso, you tilt your head, craning to look up at him as he starts shifting things around on the higher shelves. Helping you out

• “we’ve got chicken noodle soup, clam chowder. I’ll actually take that. We also have a few boxes of noodles up here with sauce if you don’t mind waiting a bit.” He lists off

• “hand me a box of noodles, don’t care which, we got pesto up there?” You ask, trying to see if there’s a jar of the green sauce. “Hm” Kisame hums out as he searches. “Ah, here we are. He grabs a container and brings it down to you. You take the jar of pesto and the noodles from him and slip out of the pantry

•as you put a pot of water on to boil you hear the snap of the can opening behind you. You watch as Kisame grabs a clean spoon from a drawer and digs into his soup

•you roll your eyes playfully, “do you not want to heat that up? Or at least put it in a bowl or something?” You ask. Most of the time when out on missions, all you guys bring are canned food, or things that are premade. Not really having much time for anything else.

•you’d think at home, most of your comrades would put a little more time into what they eat

•he shrugs, finishing up the last of the chowder by drinking it out of the can, tossing the spoon into the sink.

• “so uncivilized” you mutter playfully as you dump the noodles into the water. You put another pot on the stove, this one much smaller as you dump the pesto in it. Keeping it on Low so it can be nice and warm

• “I am civilized” Kisame responded, his tone cheerful as it is most of the time, especially when around you

• “hm, whatever you say” you joke, now stirring your pasta to keep the noodles from sticking to the bottom

• “list five times where I came off uncivilized” Kisa says from behind you, leaning up against the counters on the opposite side of the kitchen

• “I’m not gonna go into full detail but you remember that one time Pain decided to treat us to a nice dinner in that village nearby?” You start, holding back giggles when you remember how bad that dinner ended up

• “oh fuck” Kisame replies, trying and failing at holding in his laugh. “It wasn’t my fault their chairs weren’t up to the task of holding me. I didn’t mean to crash into the waiter!” He exclaims, holding his sides as he defends himself.

• as the two of you calm down from laughing , you dump the noodles into the strainer.

• “but but-..” Kisame starts, clearly getting ready to burst into laughter with whatever he’s going to say next. “You remember when we were visiting the Hidden Leaf and you snapped at the waitress because she spilled hot tea in your lap? She looked so embarrassed. Think it musta been her first day or something”

•you shake your head, “yea yea, get it oughta your system. I apologized to her” you mutter as you scoop noodles into a bowl and cover them evenly with your sauce. You mimic Kisame’s earlier movements and grab a fork from the same drawer before haphazardly blowing on a mouthful of noodles

•you shove the still hot food into your mouth, puffing your cheeks out as it burns your tongue. You turn away and swallow, not wanting Kisa to see how ridiculous you just looked as you burned your mouth

• “then remeber when we had that one mission where it was you, Konan, me, and Itachi?” He asks, small giggles slipping between his lips

• “you and Konan were both irritable as fuck because of your periods syncing up or some shit like that?” You freeze, you tried pushing that out of your head. Mid travel, Kisame had noticed that you got blood on your cloak, and he thought it was from the enemy you had taken out an hour prior. He even tried using an old rag to scrub it out for you

•it wasn’t until he saw the look of horror and embarrassment on your face that he knew he was missing out on something

• “I can still remember the face you made. Oh my fuck, it was so funny” Kisame blurbs out, and your face heats up with embarrassment. You and Konan sent Itachi and Kisame off ahead of you two while Konan gave you a spare tampon since you had bled through the one you were wearing.

•it definitely wasn’t one of your proudest moments but you gotta do what you gotta do

•luckily your back is still turned towards your large comrade, giving you a chance to blink away the tears that are now burning your eyes, threatening to fall

•you sniffle, bringing your sleeve up to wipe them away quickly. Acting like you got food on your face. But even you know, the effort is futile

•Kisame is always able to pick up on mood swings(before they even happen), can hear when one’s heart rate changes, and you’re pretty sure he knows whenever you or Konan are ovulating(only because he’s always distant during that time)

• “ah shit…” you hear Kisame mutter quietly. You go to turn, ready to act like you’re fine, putting on a brave face when you’re met with Kisame’s torso right in front of you

• “I realize now what happened. I’m sorry” Kisa says from above you. Your cheeks flush and you cock your head to the side, trying to hide your slight embarrassment

•you feel two large hands on your back, pulling you towards him until your face is buried in his chest. The scent of his cologne filling your nose. Something about that and being wrapped up in his arms is soothing.

• “it’s ’Kay” you mutter into his chest, your words coming out muffled.

•something about how you sounded causes both you and Kisame to burst out into another laughing fit.

•Kisame bends down to hug you tighter, causing your giggles to hitch, and come out sounding broken, which in turn, make you two laugh even harder. Your sides hurt, and you know his must too

• “if you-ever-bring that story up again, I will kill you” you threaten playfully from his chest.

• “I’ll hold you to that short stop”

(Guys guys! Who here would like a Kisame x ovulating reader blurb?!?! Because it came to me when I was writing this and omg)

[bellysoupset]

eeeee I'm so excited for more Luke-centric bromance whump!! I neeed it!

I have a general scenario that has been rattling around in my head:

Luke eating too much with the guys (maybe he's a little tipsy and his eyes are bigger than his belly, or maybe he and Bell got in an argument and he's trying to bury his hurt feelings with so much pasta) and getting a belly rub when it becomes obvious how uncomfortably stuffed he is. I love the frenemies vibe between him and Jonah, but I feel like it would have to be a true emergency for Jonah to rub Luke's tummy, ya know lol

Anyway, I can't wait to see what you do with everyone next!!!

You're right about Jonah, so I went with second best, Luke/Vin self indulgent bromance, with a splash of angst 💛

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"How come you have all these clothes and I only ever see you wearing the same five shirts?" Lucas asked as Vince dumped yet another box of his stuff in his arms.

Vin shrugged, "I'm a consistent man," he said cheekily, before turning around and assessing his dorm, making sure nothing was being left behind. He wasn't quite moving in with Wendy, they hadn't exactly discussed it long term, but she had invited him to stay over for the remainder of the year, so he didn't have to worry about that for the holidays.

If Vin was honest, he knew Wendy wanted him to move in, she had made it pretty damn clear, he just... It was complicated.

Luke was in the middle of the hallway of the dorm building, holding the box still and pouting. Whatever he was pouting over, Vince didn't know, but he knew Luke could never quite bitch in silence and it'd come up soon enough.

"All done?" he asked and Vince nodded, tucking a box under his arm and shutting the dorm door behind him. It was snowing like crazy outside and even in the forty minutes it had taken them to strip his dorm room naked, Lucas' car had already gotten covered in snow.

They dumped the remaining boxes in the backseat and Vince shuddered as he sat on the passenger side, slamming the door closed and starting the car, so the heat would start back up. He pressed his hands to the air vents, even with the wool gloves they were freezing, and shivered again as Luke opened the driver's door to get in.

"Ugh, I hate the cold," Vince whined and Lucas let out a noise in agreement. Luke always was clean shaven and today his cheeks were an angry red due to the cold, which paired with his pout made him look like a teenager.

They didn't chat much during the drive to Wen's building and Vince immediately jumped out of the car as his friend parked behind his bike, so they could get the boxes. He bounced on his feet, trying to warm up.

"Do you wanna stick around for lunch?"

"What about Wendy?"

"What about Wendy?" Vince frowned, grabbing two boxes with one hand, while with the other he threw a duffle bag around his shoulder, "she's not even in, she went out with Barbie and Meghan to celebrate the end of the semester."

"Ah..." Lucas piled up the remaining boxes in his arms and successfully shielded his face from view, "well, if I'm not going to impose..."

"Since when do you care about that?" Vince asked, following him to the elevators, "and since when is it imposing? It's Wendy, man."

Instead of answering him, Luke only shrugged, causing Vin to glare at his back. He joined him inside the elevator and pressed the button, shivering again.

"I'm thinking soup," he said and was even more frustrated when there was no quip back from his best friend. Vince bumped his shoulder with Luke's, "hello? Anyone home?"

"I'm listening to you," the other man groaned.

"So soup alright? No complaints?"

"Do whatever you want, Vin."

Vince's heart squeezed a little bit, he hated to see Lucas upset. Or rather, just how sad he sounded.

"What's wrong, Luke? Did you and Bell have a fight?"

"Uhm? No," Lucas shook his head, leaning forward so he could rest his chin on top of one of the boxes, "no, Bell and I are fine."

"Then what-" the elevator came to a stop and interrupted him, but Vince didn't drop the conversation, walking backwards towards Wen's red door and struggling to unlock it, "what's wrong? You're acting weird."

"Nothing's wrong," Lucas scoffed, "where do I put this?"

"You can just leave it in living room, I'll sort this with Wen later," Vince gestured for him, while walking ahead to the bedroom so he could dump his bag on top of the bed and the two boxes he had been carrying, "I don't buy nothing is wrong."

"Can you not?" Lucas grumbled, hugging himself and pulling on his thick sweater. Vince squeezed his shoulder, circling him as he walked to the kitchen.

"Cheer up, Luke, we're no longer in college. Finals are all done. Life is great," Vince said brightly, opening the fridge so he could grab the ingredients to make soup and mentally starting to list down what he had to get in the next grocery trip.

"Are you excited about moving in with Wendy?" Lucas leaned against the stove and Vince scoffed, grabbing his elbow and pulling him closer, before shoving a peeler in his hands and a sack of potatoes.

"Help around, would you?" he asked, amusing himself on how much he sounded like his mother. He started to mince the garlic, "I mean, I'm not moving in with her, not like, really and I've been pretty much here all of the last month but-"

"I got it," Luke interrupted him, sounding twice as bothered as before, angrily peeling the potatoes. Vince frowned, confused, but opted for not saying anything.

They prepared the food in silence, safe for Vince shoving Lucas out of the way and telling him to do things, then walked back to the living room, Vin turning up the television to fill in for the weird awkward silence.

"Ma texted me yesterday," Vince said, filling up both their plates and walking back to the living room, with Lucas hot in his heels, "she said you, Bell, Jon and Leo have to come spend Christmas with us. Wendy already said she's coming," he rolled his eyes fondly, starting to eat, "she didn't ask, by the way, she bossed you to show up."

Lucas opened a small smile, while wolfing down his plate, "your mom is a sweetheart," he tore into the bread, taking a bite of it without any sauce and slurping on the soup immediately after, "but we can't."

"You and Bella already have plans?"

Luke cringed, shrugging, "not quite. My father demanded we spend Christmas with him and I can't exactly tell him to fuck off this time around. Bella is only alive because he got the damn specialist, I can't- I can't say no."

"No, I get it. It's a great excuse, even my mom won't be able to be mad at it," Vince snorted, "does Bell know?"

"She does and she's not happy about it, believe me," Lucas grumbled, finishing up his plate and getting up to get more, while Vince raised his eyebrows.

"Damn, you're starving."

"Yeah," Lucas said loudly from the kitchen, before walking back to the table, "and I think Leo and Jon are going to spend with us too."

Vince paused, lowering his own spoon. Lucas and Bell he understood, but Jonah and Leo...?

"With... Your dad...?" he said slowly and Luke shook his head.

"No, Jon's dad. Who lives down the block from my father," he rolled his eyes, "I don't even know, don't ask me. Jonah said Jackie texted about Christmas too, so that's a whole other can of worms."

"I always forget you two grew up together," Vince said, trying to keep the jealousy from his voice. It wasn't that he didn't like that Lucas had other friends or that he didn't love Jonah, he just didn't like being reminded that Jon and Luke had twenty years of shared history he'd never know enough of.

"I wish I could forget," Luke scoffed, pausing halfway through his second plate to muffle a burp against his hand, "have you met Jackie?"

Vince opened a cheeky smile, "besides that playboy mag I used to ha-AW-OW!" he giggled, as Lucas kicked him from under the table, "that hurts!"

"Don't be fucking gross about her," Luke wrinkled his nose, in disgust, "I've known the woman since I was in diapers, shut up."

"I thought you hated her," Vince groaned, rubbing his ankle and Lucas shrugged.

"I don't hate her, I just don't like her. She never gave a flying fuck about Jon and then she got married again and suddenly is all my-darling-boy this, my-sweetheart that. Mother of the fucking year."

Vince raised his eyebrows at the bitter words, then noticed Luke's plate was nearly empty again, "Jesus, one would think you're being starved at home, Luke. Pace yourself, there's plenty."

"Shut up, it's good," Lucas pouted, digging back in, "you're gonna meet her Friday, at the graduation. You'll know what I mean."

"What about Jon's dad?"

"What about Jasper?" he used a piece of bread to clear the plate, wiping the porcelain of the rest of the soup.

"Does he suck too?" Vince was very entertained, even if Jonah would have his head if he knew they were gossiping about him.

"I mean, he's friends with my dad, so that goes without saying," Lucas chuckled dryly, "but at least he doesn't... He doesn't pretend like Jackie does."

Vince had his doubts Jackie was actually pretending and mostly he was taken back by Luke's unsympathetic take on the woman. If anything he expected the opposite, for Luke to hate Jon's dad, not his mother.

"Wasn't Jackie friends with your mom?" he asked softly and if he expected any response, he didn't get one, aside from Luke muffling another burp against his hand and glaring at his now empty plate.

Vin finished up his own soup, basking in the warmth that was spreading all over him. He sat back in the chair, "are you gonna spill about what have you in such a shitty mood, Luke?"

Lucas shrugged, his face all blushed, "I'm not-"

"I know you," Vince glared at him, kicking him lightly from under the table, "c'mooon... Is it because I'm moving in with Wen? Because it kinda looks like it is and-"

"No," Luke shook his head, before grimacing, planting a hand on his stomach and rubbing it over the thick sweater, "maybe. I don't know."

"You don't know," Vince squinted at him, "what does that mean?"

"I- I'm gonna get more food," Luke decided, instead of answer, forcing himself up, "do you want more?"

"You really should-"

His friend didn't wait for the chastising, instead he picked up Vince's empty plate, then moved back into the kitchen. Faintly Vince could hear him moving around, punctuated by some soft, dainty burps.

He walked back, with a permanent grimace on now and Vince lazily stirred the soup, waiting for Lucas to sit back down so he could continue the conversation. He wasn't gonna let the other man dodge his way out of this one.

"So? You're angry because I'm moving in with Wen?" he asked, watching Lucas force himself to continue eating, unimpressed by him.

"I'm not angry that you're moving in with Wendy. I love Wendy, she's great," Lucas said, glaring at his plate instead of meeting Vince's eyes. The other man let out a chuckle.

"Okay, try that one again, but mean it," he teased, "Lucas?"

"I'm not-" Luke forced himself to look up, "I'm not angry, okay? I like Wendy, I really do, I like- I think you're super happy with her. I think this is great."

"But...?" Vince frowned, confused. He sounded genuine, "what is it? I'm not gonna be mad, I swear..."

Lucas let out a groan, clutching at his stomach and he annoyedly pushed his plate away, so he could rest his forehead to the table and burp at his lap, "hold on."

"You didn't eat that much," Vince squinted, suspicious this was all acting so Luke could get out of the conversation. His friend groaned, rocking slightly on the chair.

"Ate too... UURghp- Too fast," he moaned, clutching at his middle and pushing back from the table, getting up and bracing against the chair. Vince frowned, despite his doubts, Lucas' face had turned a sickly shade of white.

"Are you gonna hurl....?"

"No-" Luke pressed a hand to his mouth, muffling a string of wet belches, "maybe."

"Goddammit, Luke-"

"I just need a moment," he panted quietly, rubbing at his stomach, "really, it's fine, just-"

"C'mere," Vince abandoned his half empty second plate, grabbing his best friend's arm and tugging him to the couch in the living room area, "sit down."

Lucas grimaced as he plopped down in the couch, cupping one hand over his mouth and letting out a sickly belch that had Vince jumping up to scramble and find a recipient. Luckily, nothing came up.

"I'm not gonna puke," he groaned, as Vince sped to the laundry room and returned with a cute little bucket, decorated with tulips.

"Just like you're not mad?" Vince teased, handing him the bucket, "c'mere, let me rub your stomach. You fucking baby."

Luke didn't fight him at all, promptly falling on his side, so his head could rest on Vince's thigh, "I'm not angry, okay? Or jealous."

"Uhm," Vince rolled his eyes, running fingers through his friend's hair and then planting a hand on his stomach. He cringed, Luke's belly that had been flat not even one hour before, was now tout and warm to the touch, churning up a storm, "so what's the matter?"

Lucas muffled a sickly little burp against his leg, groaning, "I just... Are you- You're not moving in with Wendy, so what are you doing?"

Taken back by the out of the blue questioning, Vince frowned, pausing the belly rub, "uhm... I'm gonna spend the holidays with Wen and start hunting for a place in February, that's the plan... Why? Why are you upset over this, I don't-"

"Here?" Lucas asked, forcing himself up on the couch so he could look at Vince. There were visible pained lines in his face and he hugged his midsection, throat bobbing dangerously, "are you gonna hunt for a place here?"

"I..." Vince paused, feeling guilt wash all over him. All evening he had been thinking Lucas was being jealous and silly, but in reality he just knew Vince better than anyone, "I'm not sure, Luke..."

"Figured," Lucas scoffed, then reached for the bucket, moving on the couch so he was not pressed next to Vin and leaning over it, gagging fruitlessly. He hugged his stomach, panting and then flinched when Vin tried planting a hand on his back, "don't."

"Don't be like that, Luke," Vince whined, moving closer regardless, rubbing his back, "look, I'm not - There's nothing set, okay? I'm just considering it..."

"And you weren't gonna say anything," Lucas scoffed, his voice echoing inside the bucket, before he let out a moan and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth. His tummy let out a loud, upset growl and he belched, clutching his belly, "does Wendy know?"

Vince shook his head, guilt churning his own stomach, "there's nothing to tell her..."

"Coward," Luke groaned, squeezing the bucket, "she's your fucking girlfriend, if you plan on leaving town, you should at least fucking tell her."

Vince winced at the snappish response and continued to rub his friend's back, ignoring Luke trying to push his hand away, "it's not like that, dude. Not at all, I'm gonna talk with Wendy, I -"

Lucas interrupted him, letting out a sudden heave and then a gush of soup splattered inside of the bucket. He let out a whimper, curling up on himself, "fuck..."

"Feel better though?" Vince asked in a small, pathetic voice, his heart squeezing. He hated the idea that he had, somehow, caused Lucas to feel this awful, even if rationally he was aware it was simply because his best friend decided to chug soup instead of eating normally.

"No," Luke scoffed, but planted the bucket down and hugged himself, scooting further away from Vince, until his back met the other couch arm. He curled up, "I can't believe you weren't gonna say anything."

"I was!" Vince cried out, lurching so he could sit closer again. The space between them, of mere ten inches, felt like too much, "I am gonna talk with Wendy and I was gonna talk with you, there's just nothing to tell for now, I'm still just... Just thinking about-"

"About leaving," Lucas groaned, bringing his knees to his chest, "and I knew it the minute you said you didn't want to move in with Wen."

"I never said that," Vince rolled his eyes, "I said I'm already half moved in, don't-"

"I don't want you to leave," Luke groaned, "I know it's not gonna be now, but I don't... You're my best friend, please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere," Vince stressed, frustrated and planting a hand on Luke's arm, tugging him closer, "c'mere, lie down-"

"No, stop-"

"Come here," Vince scoffed, grabbing him tightly and forcing Lucas to lie against his side, "I'm not going anywhere for now, okay? I'm just considering other options, that's all."

"Don't though," Luke whined, pressing his head to Vince's shoulder, "please."

Vince's heart broke in a bunch of little pieces and he forced his eyes on a spot on the wall across from them, forcing out a breath, "let me rub your stomach, that can't be feeling good."

Wordlessly he felt Luke slide down, so he could resume to the position where his head was resting on Vince's lap and his best friend's hand resting on his stomach. He sniffled and Vin pretended not to hear and that his eyes weren't burning either.

"Don't tell Wendy? Not yet?"

"I'm not gonna tell anyone," Lucas sighed, "but you're breaking my heart."

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey!! I really love your writing and have become an avid fan over the past month 😄

I'd like to request a 4,7 and 9 where the whumpee got admitted to the hospital for an injury and developed a fever into their stay, making it impossible for the caretaker to leave their side.

Hi Anon! That’s so kind of you to say! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go!

From this ask game

Whumpee shivered in the hospital bed. Despite the IV flooding cool medicine throughout their veins, their fever was still dangerously high, thanks to the infected injury in their side. Caretaker hesitantly reached out and put a hand to Whumpee’s forehead. They recoiled when they felt the heat there.

“Hurts,” Whumpee whimpered softly.

“I know,” Caretaker said, “I know it hurts. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Caretaker tried, “I can turn on the TV and-”

“No,” Whumpee cried, “I just want the pain to stop.”

Caretaker’s heart sank. Whumpee was already on painkillers and antibiotics, but they were still in so much pain. Caretaker wanted so badly to take it away from them.

“Try to sleep, love,” Caretaker said, “please, just try to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Whumpee sniffled, tears springing into their eyes, “it hurts too much.”

At that moment, a nurse entered the room with a tray.

“Lunchtime, Mx. Whumpee!” the nurse said warmly.

“Thank you,” Caretaker said, “Whumpee, you gotta sit up.”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with wide, fearful eyes. They were already in pain just lying down, they knew movement would make it ten times worse, and Caretaker knew it, too.

“I’ll help you,” Caretaker promised, “come on, on the count of three.”

Caretaker slid an arm behind Whumpee’s back. Whumpee steeled themselves for what was to come.

“One…” Caretaker counted, “two… three!”

Caretaker pushed Whumpee up into a sitting position. Whumpee cried out in pain, their side radiating a terrible stinging sensation.

“There you go,” Caretaker said, “you did so good.”

“Well done, Whumpee,” the nurse praised, “here’s your lunch.”

The nurse set the tray on the little table attached to Whumpee’s bed. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a few packets of crackers, along with a cup of water. The nurse left the room to give the other patients their lunches. Caretaker opened one of the packets of crackers for Whumpee. Whumpee picked up the spoon, but dropped it almost immediately.

“I cant do anything!” Whumpee cried pitifully.

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand again.

“Hey, look at me,” Caretaker said, “you’re hurt, and you’re sick. It’s normal to not be able to do much. Let me help you.”

“B-but you shouldn’t have to!” Whumpee sobbed, “you’ve already done so much, and I’m just keeping you here!”

“Whumpee, listen to me,” Caretaker said sternly, “I don’t care. I want to see you well again, and if I have to stay with you in this hospital every step of the way to do that, well, that’s not an issue for me. Stop feeling guilty, we all need help sometimes. I want to help you. Okay?”

Whumpee nodded tearfully.

“Good,” Caretaker said, lifting up a spoonful of soup, “now open up.”

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[inviiberu]

[MHYK] 2021 Proposal Lines

2021 Proposal Lines from all 21 wizards! Translation by me and proof-reading and some revisions of the western wizards lines by @amorest-viesse​

✧˖°Central Country°˖✧

Oz: Even time, which feels like an eternity, is finite. Think carefully about whom you want to be with in this limited time you have.

Arthur: “Will you make miso soup for me every day of our life?” …I hear this is a common way of proposing in your world. We don’t have miso soup here, but I think it’s wonderful that such a simple word can become a pledge of eternal love.

Cain: We lose our magic if we break a promise, but there must be some other power you gain by makin’ a promise to someone you love dearly. I hope that I can make a promise like that one day.

Riquet: I love you Master Sage! Um, if I may ask, which of the wizards do you love the most? …Huh, me? Ehehe~ That makes me so happy!

✧˖°Northern Country°˖✧

Snow: If I were to ever get married, I would like to say the line that the previous Sage taught me. Ehem. Sage, would you like a meal? Or maybe a bath? Or maybe… Hohoho~

White: Should we be reborn again, I hope to also spend my next life with you. …Hohoho~ That’s my favourite pick-up line. Did I make you swoon?

Mithra: If you love me, please make sure it lasts for a thousand years.

Owen: How foolish of you to ask a promise of me, just as foolish as love itself.

Bradley: Marriage, huh… I’d probably consider it if it were with the kinda guy I wouldn’t be able to live without. Well, it’s not every day ya find someone who’d love ya like that.

✧˖°Eastern Country°˖✧

Faust: You want me to teach you the most common ways to propose in this world? How should I know? I could teach you the most common curses though.

Shino: A proposal is an important line you only get to say once. I should think about it while I still can.

Heathcliff: To think that someone might propose to me one day... I've no idea when that could be, but I'm getting nervous already.

Nero: It seems like everyone's proposin' left and right today. Marriage ain't really for it a guy like me, but I suppose it wouldn't be so bad to live a peaceful life with the person I love.

✧˖°Western Country°˖✧

Shylock: We Western wizards are known for seeking pleasure and thrills. Thus, if you'd like, I would be glad to entertain you for the rest of your life... Am I joking, you ask? Would you like to find out?

Murr: Hey, Master Sage! Gimme a proposal! Huh? Why? 'Cause I wanna know what you'd say! C'mon!! Please?

Chloe: A proposal!? Ehehe, just thinking about it makes me blush, but I think it's wonderful to be able to tell someone how much you truly care. Someday, if I ever get the chance, I want to be able to confess with everything I've got.

Rustica: Have you ever proposed to someone, Master Sage? What did you tell them? We Western wizards are quite fond of love stories after all. Why don't you confide in me next time?

✧˖°Southern Country°˖✧

Figaro: What kind of confession would you like most, Master Sage? I'll tell you whatever you want to hear.

Rutile: “My eyes are like a lake of stars. I gaze at you with everlasting love” …Fufu, beautiful, isn’t it? That was a verse from when my mother and father met. I hope that, someday, I will find a love like theirs too.

Lennox: If I had a significant other...? Ah, I know. I'd like to protect them, so they'll never have to feel sad.

Mitile: I suppose my brother might get married someday, but I'm sure whoever his partner is, they'll be a wonderful person! Eh, what about me? Well, if I ever meet someone, I'll definitely make sure to propose to them in a cool way!

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Hi! Your recent Spiderman storyline was really great. Could you do one where we get to see Spiderman vore Wade, and he's fine at first but starts panicking? It would be great if they could be in a relationship of sorts and if the digestion takes a while too.

Yeah, definitely! Good little prequel to one of the prompts from this ask.

"S.pider-Man, we really have to stop meeting like this~" D.eadpool says, leaning in a bit closer to press his forehead against the hero's. He was happily straddling S.pider-Man's lap, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Just to make sure his favorite boy toy can't shake him off.

"Maybe we will," S.pider-Man replies. He'd been thinking about it all day. He'd been eating plenty of civilians...maybe a bit more than he really should be. It's given him a bit of a pot belly, and D.eadpool has unfortunately noticed it by now, leading to the two of them being so close. But now that soft gut is rumbling harshly against the other man. It was time to put his gut to the test, he'd decided. And as much fun as his on-again-off-again relationship with D.eadpool can be...it's time to turn it off for good.

D.eadpool snorts and leans back a bit. "What? Breaking up with me? We haven't even started dating again--and no, the hand-stuff didn't count. But if you wanna go on a date before we break up then I don't mind--" S.pider-man is thankful to finally make D.eadpool shut up. All it took was engulfing the man's head into his jaws to do it. He reaches up to force the arms around him down to D.eadpool's side, pinning them so he can begin taking wet gulps to work the other man down the hatch. At least he's tasty...

As S.pider-Man starts slurping on D.eadpool's stomach, he notices that his prey isn't squirming at all. In fact, his legs unwrap from around him, giving up his one lifeline so that S.pider-man can tip his head back and start slurping the rest of him down. His suit stretches out as D.eadpool spills into his gut. As the last of his legs are slurped up, D.eadpool is reduced to a human-shaped bulged stretching out S.pider-Man's gut and spandex. S.pidey leans back a bit on his hands, letting loose a thick belch as he feels his meal settle in.

"Y'know," a muffled voice rises from S.pider-Man's gut, "if you wanted to try some new kinky stuff, you could have asked. You know I'm up for anything!"

S.pider-man groans softly and rolls his eyes. "W.ade, I just ate you. You can at least act a little worried about the fact that you're going to be digested in there."

"Worried? What for? It's not like your stomach can melt me any faster than I can heal from it. Maybe once you let me out, though, I can show you how fast my gut works. Wouldn't mind sloshing around some spider soup..."

"Yeah, well, now you're definitely not getting out." Hopefully, what D.eadpool just said isn't true though. S.pider-Man's gut has been working faster and faster as he feeds it more live meals. By now, it should even be able to eat through D.eadpool's super healing. If it doesn't...he might actually become 'spider soup'.

D.eadpool is still kicking around the time most people would have been reduced to slop. Other than making him belch, though, S.pider-Man isn't feeling much discomfort from this. Though that may be because D.eadpool has been content to just lay in there and do nothing. "So...feeling melty yet?"

"Pssh, not hardly. I mean, my feet are sizzling a bit, but it's nothing. Gotta admit though...I didn't think your gut would be this harsh! How's a man supposed to survive in this thing for more than ten minutes?"

"They don't. That's the point." S.pidey rubs over his gut with a soft sigh. Ten minutes and just a sizzle, huh? How much longer will that take?

It's about half an hour in when D.eadpool starts to shift around in the gurgling tank. "Alright...I'm a little impressed. Can't feel my feet anymore...and I think you're starting to melt more of me. Hey, maybe if you cough me up, we can become a real power couple! Huh, whaddya say? The two of us could clear out Manhattan in just a couple years, I bet."

S.pider-Man lets out a crash belch. "Just keep melting in there, W.ade"

It's an hour in when D.eadpool starts to actually squirm. S.pider-Man pushes his hand down on his stomach, and it sinks in just a bit, coaxing out a soft whimper from the meal. "I-I think you've made your point, S.pidey!" D.eadpool says, his voice laced with panic. "You're hilarious, I get it, so you can cough me up!"

"Now that we're getting somewhere? No way." S.pider-Man pushes down on his stomach again, a bit lower. Something breaks apart under his hand and it makes D.eadpool yelp. His legs must be trashed. The rest of him is getting soft, too. Shouldn't be long now...

After two hours, S.pider-Man's gut is a soft, round dome. It bubbles and churns loudly, working on all of that meat as hard as it can. Even so, he hasn't finished the job. "P-Please, let me out of here!" D.eadpool wails. "I'm not ready to be gut fat for some oversized bug! Fuck, I don't wanna die, S.pidey! I'll make it up to you, alright? Whatever I did to piss you off, I'll make it better! Just...cough me up before I'm all gone!"

"All I want you to do right now...is shut up." S.pider-Man pushes down on his gut, feeling the hard lump of D.eadpool'shead plunge into the thick sludge the rest of his body had made. He lets out a deep belch, his guts churning and groaning wetly as it greedily mulches down the antihero. When S.pider-Man pulls his hand away, his belly wobbles and sloshes, but D.eadpool doesn't say a thing.

"Finally," S.pider-man sighs. "Two hours, huh? Guess that's not so bad. Once I finish yo off, I'll give V.enom a ring. I doubt he'll take as long..."