#just spit out of my cheerios

[dewarism]

HE'S ALIVE!!!!!

[stevenose]

simply giving stressed out steve a handjob.

contains: gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; handjobs; very slight feminization; needy steve

“stevie?”

steve doesn’t answer, just huffs. there’s a stack of job applications in front of him. he’s been filling them out all day, and you know he’s exhausted. needs a break before he cracks.

you walk behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. he still sits rigidly in his chair, writing his name on another form. “how many you got left?”

steve sighs. he’s been sighing all day. “five.”

“how many have you filled out?”

“eight.”

you frown. “come on, steve. take a break.”

another sigh. “i can’t. need to get these done by tomorrow.”

“you seem a little stressed.”

“i am.” he sounds a little agitated. “i am stressed, but —“ he rubs at his eyes, frowning. “i can’t keep having you buy the groceries.”

“i like buying the groceries. you always buy gross stuff.”

the corners of steve’s mouth quirk up. “i know you hate plain cheerios.”

“hate them.” you kiss his neck, noticing the way steve relaxes. “know what else i hate?”

“hm?”

“seeing you all tense,” you whisper, lips pressed against his ear. “i can help with that.”

another sigh. “honey, i have to finish these.”

“you can keep doing them,” you murmur, kissing down his neck again. “i’ll work while you work.”

“like that’ll work,” steve mumbles, but he makes no protests when you reach down to palm at his cock through his sweatpants. he just sighs, still writing, but certainly slower. reaching around his chest, you can feel his heartbeat, picking up in pace.

“can’t think with this thing hanging between your legs, huh?” you giggle. it’s a joke, awkwardly worded, but steve still lets out a tiny whine.

“oh, steve,” you sigh, reaching under the waistband, listening to his breath hitch. “i’m staring to think all you care about is cumming.”

“not… true,” he breathes. his pen has stilled in his hand.

“why isn’t that your job? huh?” you pull his cock out. it’s so heavy and velvety and hot in your palm. he’s hardening fast, especially as your wrist begins to slowly flick. “stay at home and be my personal toy. let me ride this pretty cock —“ you emphasize your words with a swipe along his tip, spreading the precum gathering there, “and milk it with my pussy. doesn’t that sound nice?”

his applications are abandoned. steve groans, head falling back. you move your hand to your lips, spitting on your palm before moving it back down to his shaft. “you want that, steve?” you whisper. “be my pretty housewife?”

“stop,” he blushes. but his cock throbs.

you hum, kissing his jawline now, feeling it flex under you. steve starts panting, gentle little puffs pushing past his parted lips. your free hand rests on his neck, gently applying some pressure. his tummy flexes, toes curling.

“feels so good,” he moans. one big hand reaches for yours, wrapping it up in his while you work on him. “so good.”

you smile. you’re sure to move slow, working for your reward. and you know it’s coming soon, with the whiny noises he’s making, the way his cheeks turn red and his chest heaves. you remove your hand from his neck and tuck your fingers under his shirt to run your fingernails on the coarse hair on his chest.

“you’re so pretty, honey,” you coo. “so pretty, you shouldn’t have to work.”

“shit!” he sounds so pathetic. “i wanna - ah! - wanna be yours….”

“you are mine, stevie. see?” you nod towards his cock. “just letting me use you. my little slut.”

“jesus,” he groans, suddenly reaching towards his applications. “gonna - oh -!” and he pushes them away, as far down the table as he can, breathing heavily. then his hands are gripping your arms, his eyes rolling back, his hips bucking.

“cum for me,” you whisper, and he does. heaving and moaning, burying his face in the crook of your arm.

[cvpiddszn]

𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for the lack of content. happy to be back posting my favourite couple

summary: having to explain how babies are made to two five year olds isn't easy.

warnings: children

word count: 1.2k

birdie & jack masterlist

Seven months later

"Mommy?" Little Lake was munching on his Cheerios, his eyes trained on me, a full-on question. I nearly brushed my hand through his brown hair, it was well overdue that we needed a haircut (Jack included). Lake’s hair was beginning to curl at the ends, while Lowen’s had taken longer considering the gum that he had gotten stuck in his hair a couple of months before. 

Switching Amara on my other hip as she held her apple sauce drink in her hands squeezing at the package in hopes that she would be able to suck out anything else. “Yes, baby?” I asked, pulling the drink from the little blonde’s hands to which she whined, I shook my head at her and she made grabby hands towards her father.

Jack only smiled at the girl, taking her from my arms before setting her on his lap so that he could finish eating his toast. He held it out to the little girl to which she nearly bit off his finger while eating it. I leaned down kissing the little girl’s cheek whispering a soft, “good girl” watching as Jack gave me a glare.

Jack was sipping at his apple juice, since he loved it so much, claiming that it was better than orange juice (yes, I argued with him multiple times that orange juice was better). Amara watched her Dad and reached for her cup beginning to drink at it too.

“Where do babies come from?” Lake asked, his voice full of concern as his twin perked up at the question eager to also find out. 

Jack spit out his juice at the question, while I paused watching my husband and then the little girl in his arms follow exactly what her father did, spitting out her juice and then giggling but Jack was so stunned that he didn’t notice the spill on his leg. 

“Jack!” I scolded, tapping his shoulder rather harshly, face cloth in hand wiping at our daughter’s face where she decided that she needed to spit out her drink. I pulled her from his lap, to which her bottom lip came out, missing her father’s arms already. 

Jack coughed, trying to regain his breath. The boys looked toward their father who only sputtered, they looked at me next. Wide innocent eyes and I debated on what I should do, whether it was appropriate or not. We had promised that we wouldn’t lie to our boys but we had already played along with Santa, the Easter Bunny and many other mythical creatures, plus were they truly old enough to understand any of it yet?

Within their childhood, I had already had one kid, another one only four weeks old in my stomach. We had told the boys as quickly as Jack had found out, we knew that it was inevitable that the boys would find out, and they treated their little sister so well, what was one more? 

My husband looked toward me for guidance and I shrugged. “They’re boys, J. Mara and I will just understand each other won’t we, sweet girl?” I cooed at her to which she smiled at me at the newfound nickname. I knew that I would take my twelve months leave with the new baby, Amara wouldn’t be with the Nanny for too long if you counted eight more months. 

Amara grabbed onto my nose, squeezing softly, her small nails pressing into the skin and I shook my head at her. The three boys sat at the table, seemingly waiting for me to say something but it was only a couple of days ago that Jack had complained that he wanted more time with the boys, saying that they clung onto me way too much (which was very true). 

I sighed at the silence, my free hand placing itself on my husband’s shoulders. “You boys actually want to know?” I whispered loudly like it was some secret and even Jack gave a confused look eager to hear me out. The twins nodded eagerly, wide eyes and practically on the edge of their seats with how excited they looked knowing some secrets. “Truth is, there are such things as storks that come to drop off babies at hospitals. We sign a bunch of forms, they run some tests on the mommies to make sure that it’s her baby, and we get to go home with the baby.”

My husband raised his brow at me, looking towards the boys whose mouths made an ‘o’ shape as if it was the realization. “That makes a lot of sense, Annabelle was telling me that it had to do with ‘the birds and the bees’. I don’t know what she meant.” Lowen explained, to which Lake nodded along. The two got out of their seats walking towards their lunches to grab them and make their way into the car.

Jack also stood up from his spot, kissing my cheek and then Amara’s, “Nice save,” He commented, and I only grinned in response, tapping my lips gently so he could get the hint. He didn’t waste another second stealing a kiss from me, hoping to make it last but Amara pushed his face away. Pursing her own lips in an attempt. I laughed at the girl, adjusting her higher on my hip watching as my husband kissed the little girl on her lips as she smiled satisfied.

“Did you get a kiss from Daddy, sweet girl? Hm?” I asked her as she gurgled in response. Surprisingly she hadn’t said her first word but there were many bets placed between our families that her first word would be “Dada” or something along the lines but I knew that it was going to be something else. Call it mother’s instinct if you will. I looked towards Jack who had seemed to admire us, “You’re going to make the boys late, J. You’ll be back with your girl right after you drop off the boys.”

“My girls, you mean.” He corrected me and I gave him an adoring look before placing my hand on his back, nudging him forward hinting towards the time. He only nodded in response, kissing my cheek briefly before racing out the door.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Mrs, Laurier, we had an incident today.” Lake’s teacher, Miss. Calvin, walked up to me as the boys were ushered into the SUV beginning to talk amongst each other. We had thought that it was best that to separate the boys young, it gave them more to talk about in the car and sometimes twins created more chaos together rather than separately.

My brows raised, motioning her to continue as I closed the car door. “There was an argument that broke out between some kids, including Lake. Something about that storks were bringing his new sibling? Our Principal said that we don’t condone lying so we’re going to need you to tell your boy that he’s wrong.” She explained a nervous smile on her face that told me, she didn’t believe in anything she was saying. 

I barely even paused shrugging my shoulders, “Okay,” Was the only thing I said before walking to the other side of the vehicle. 

She waved at me, smiling, “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I mumbled pulling out of the pick-up area, biting the inside of my cheek. Holding me back from parking and storming into the Principal’s office and screaming at her. Who were teachers to tell parents how to parent their children? We certainly don’t tell them how to do their job.

There was no way I was going back to that place, and Jack would agree as he always did

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Characters as things I've said/heard people say

I went to the fair with my family so you get this

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Angel: No regrets, if we die good riddance

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Cherri: I would strap myself to a bomb for fun

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Charlie: I haven't pet a cow in too long I think

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Vaggie: *furious* All because I can't crochet

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Husk: if I was a goat I'd uhhh umm I don't know I'd probably just be a goat... Sleep maybe?

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Angel: I'm going to touch your ankles

Husk: What are you, some kind of Victorian pervert?

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Charlie: *gasping and pointing to a sign* SUPER FRIED CHICKEN

Angel: Lame I want super SUPER fried chicken

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Alastor: *watching pork roast* Gorgeous

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Charlie: *feeding Vaggie* here comes the airplane

Alastor: ... That was embarrassing for both of you

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Vaggie: *watching a man dressed as a cockroach walk by* The men have started morphing into their true forms

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Cherri: Wouldn't it be funny if this place got set on fire

Charlie: No??? There would be a stampede

Cherri: Oh damn I would die

Charlie: No, you would stampede?

Cherri: I wouldn't run

Charlie: *sigh* yeah, of course not

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Sir Pentious: If I died on a rollercoaster my last words would be "Wahoo"

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Nifty: I need to destroy, I need to rip something to shreds with my bare hands

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Lucifer and his Candy apple adventures a saga:

Lucifer: *holding a candy apple* oh hell yeah I'm gonna fuck this shit UP

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Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *doesn't notice*

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks around* ???

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks back at him* What are you doing?

Lucifer: Huh?

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: WILL YOU STOP

Lucifer: What are you talking about????

Alastor: You're throwing something in my hair and on my shoulders and back-

Lucifer: *singing* head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!

(my sister never figured out what I was doing 💀)

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Lucifer: *still eating his candy apple* Why am I eating this like a chicken wing?

Charlie: Is that not how you're supposed to eat it?

Lucifer: You are absolutely right

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Lucifer: *covered in candy apple* I'm sticky 🥺

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Lucifer: *done with his candy apple but still chewing on the stick*

Alastor: *takes a bite of a mozzarella stick*

Lucifer: *gasps* MOZZARELLA STICKS

Alastor: *dips mozzarella sticks in marinara sauce and holds it out to Lucifer*

Lucifer: *reaches for it*

Alastor: *takes it back and glares*

Lucifer: what? oh- weirdo *eats it from his hand*

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Lucifer: Can you bring me to the bathroom?

Alastor: I'm not carrying you

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* can you walk me to the-

Alastor: I might be able to find you a little red wagon

Lucifer: I'm going to punch you

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Cherri: Froot loops are just-

Angel: *nods seriously* Gay Cheerios

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Charlie: I need to find a bathroom to cry in asap

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Vaggie: She's either drunk or high off something

Angel: I think it would be easier if I was high

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Charlie: All I can smell is weed

Angel and Cherri: *deep inhale*

Charlie: NO

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Alastor: Ugh there are so many people

Lucifer: I know I'm dying

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Angel: *gasp* MY PHONE IS ON ONE PERCENT

Alastor: *completely monotone* oh no the horrors

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Stranger: Is that your dad?

Husk: Do I look that old?

Angel: No, we're married

Stranger: Oh... you're married

Angel: *laughing* No

Husk: DO I LOOK THAT OLD????

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Lucifer: *singing along* I can count on you like 4 3 2 you'll be there

Alastor: No I'd leave you

Lucifer: Yeah I know

Alastor: Like everyone else

Lucifer: oh

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Nifty: *staring at crystals* Do I think they could heal me? No, I am beyond repair. Do I think they're so so so so pretty? YES!!! I NEED THEM

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Lucifer: *overstimulated, angry, and grinning with tears in his eyes* I wish I could enjoy things

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[gen-is-gone]

YEAH RIGHT?!? rusty tusty dusty literally called the Doctor 'The Lonely God' while Twelve self-identified as a idiot with a box and screwdriver I'm not convinced op has watched a single episode after The End of Time

i think the reason i like rtd doctor who over moffat doctor who is that rtd doctor who to me had a sense of earnestness - of diving into concepts no matter how silly they were, of an optimistic view of humanity

whereas moffat to me came over as mostly cynical, smug, with a negative view on humanity and people

[according2thelore]

Does LS/ES Sam or Dean have conversations with their respective selfs about their partner like, "So, Sammy *still* does that thing in his sleep?" or "Please tell me LS!Dean grew out of that WildWest fixation".

GAHHHH ANON AHHHHH!!!!!!!!

LS!Dean sits at the library table, and ES!Sam & LS!Sam are sitting at the table in the corner, helping translate some more obscure lore. LS!Dean is tapping his pen on the table, and they can both tell it gets on their nerves as the incessant taptaptaptaptaptap of whatever metal song dean has stuck in his head echoes in the room.

"so discouraging to know he still does that," ES!Sam says, mouth twisted down in disgust, and LS!Sam hides his snort behind his palm. ES!Sam turns to LS!Sam, and sees the familiar judgemental, gleeful glint in his eye, and asks,

"does he still insist on keeping all his socks that are way past their expiry date?"

ES!Dean has a nasty habit of keeping his socks from the fruit of the loom six packs that are now grey or beige with age and have so many holes they could be used as leg warmers. they're perfectly good, sammy, dean insists, even as he wears blisters into his toes from his boots.

"turns out he doesn't just do it with his socks," LS!Sam says, somber, "it's his boxers, too."

ES!Sam recoils, but realizes unless dean put them in the laundry pile, he'd have no idea. LS!Sam gestures for him to get closer, and ES!Sam bends closer to hear him.

"i've had to start sneaking them out of his dresser. i found boxers last week that was just a square of fabric held to a triangle of fabric with one string. it was basically just a thong at that point."

ES!Sam bursts into laughter, shocking them both, and they talk for an hour about the dumb thing that their brother did, still does, and will in all likelihood continue to do.

yes, unfortunately, dean still has his wild west obsession. sam has found it is most productive if he can get dean to vent all his obsession for it into sam wearing a cowboy hat and/or assless chaps during sex once a month and let him spit-fuck him, and ES!Sam's jaw drops comically. no, actually, dean doesn't put that much sugar in his coffee anymore. he drinks it black. they both look a little uncomfortable about it before they confirm that indeed, dean still sneezes without covering his mouth--it's gross.

and yes--the tips of LS!Sam's ears flush when he says it--dean still flirts with people using that facial dumb expression of his but uh...he mostly uses it on sam, now. unfortunately, it usually works.

a week later, ES!Dean shuffles into the kitchen clearly exhausted, and when LS!Dean asks him what pissed in his cheerios, ES!Dean tells him ES!Sam was snuffling and muttering in his sleep again and the noise from the bed over kept waking him up.

"ugh!" LS!Dean says, "what's he stressed about?"

ES!Dean is kinda taken aback but yeah, it makes sense that he also picked up on the pattern, i mean, hell, it's him. ES!Dean shrugs.

"ionknow. but i'm two seconds away from taping his mouth shut. he keeps smacking his lips and it drives me nuts."

"two words," LS!Dean says, going to pour himself another cup of coffee, "oral fixation."

ES!Dean almost falls out of his stool. "fucking pardon??"

"yeah." LS!Dean shrugs. "he just wants stuff in his mouth. for a while he'd sleep with his face pressed against my shoulder, i think just to feel something on his mouth. he sleeps better when you start sharing a bed, though, so..."

ES!Dean looks like someone just hit him over the head, dazed.

"whenever he starts mutterin, i just roll over and throw an arm over him and he sleeps like a baby." LS!Dean takes a long, satisfying sip of his coffee, too pleased by the gobsmacked look on ES!Dean's face to care that it scorches his tongue.

"does..." ES!Dean clears his throat, shaking his head. he almost wants to say Stop Talking About Him Like That but stops himself in time. he forgets it's him he's talkin to. "does he still do that thing where he pushes his mouth up when he's concentrated."

LS!Dean softens. "oh yeah, he does. and he looks like a toddler every time." a pause. "i...uh, keep expecting look up and see him sitting there with bunky."

ES!Dean lights up. "oh shit!! bunky! i forgot about that raggedy thing."

bunky, of course, being a stuffed rabbit that pastor jim gave sam, and with which sam was obsessed for a few years. their talk is a bit more nostalgic, talking about things baby sam used to do that they notice adult sam doing now, including rub his eye with the back of his fingers when he gets tired.

"does sam ever get that stick outta his ass?" ES!Dean asks, and they're both grinning so big, high off being able to talk about sammy with someone who gets it, who knows him.

"nope." LS!Dean beams. "he stays our little pain in the ass forever."

they both kinda freeze, then turn to look at each other. our.

huh.

i had so much fun with this one omg your mind is so HUGE ANON AGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! thank you so much for sending it in mwah mwah mwah

-lizzy <3

(ES/LS verse masterlist)

[tmntartblock]

TMNT LEOSAGI AU

FIND ME IN THE FUTURE

Chapter 2: Finding the truth

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After some weeks, after the physical scars had started to heal, Gen, the old friend of Usagi, came to visit unexpectedly. Gen had been part of Usagi’s military but left after disobeying the leaders. Leo had met him only once when he had just left and had the military after him.

“Gen… What are you doing here?” Leo asked. Hope raised in him. Was Gen here to tell that Usagi was safe and everything was just a horrible nightmare?

“Do you have that Earth leaf juice? I need that stuff before I have to flee again. The army is too active on this planet to stay long.”

“You mean tea? Uh, yeah sure”, Leo said and went to put the kettle on. Finally, after pouring everybody a cup, Gen opened his mouth.

“I’ve heard rumours of a prisoner bunny here on Earth. Is that true?”

“Prisoner bunny?” Leo stood from his chair, staring Gen, afraid of what the rhino might say next. Heart was pounding painfully in his chest. Prisoner bunny could only mean-

“I only know of one bunny who visits this Earth”, Gen said, eyeing the turtles that looked all shaken up, except Mikey, who was more focused on devouring his cheerios.

“You mean that backstabber Usagi?” Raph spitted, anger raising in his voice. “He betrayed us with some Foot ninjas couple of weeks ago and left us to die.”

“What? That doesn’t sound like Usagi”, Gen said and emptied his cup.

“I guess you can’t really trust anyone nowadays.”

“He… He sold us out”, Mikey said, voice quiet, trying to make the words hurt less. “Just like that.”

“There was clearly something going on. He said he was not going back to the Realm”, Leo said.

“Maybe they got him”, Gen said. “It was dangerous for him to come here out of all places. They knew where to look for him if he actually decided to leave.”

“So… you are saying he did not betray us?” Donnie asked.

“I can not be for certain. All I know escaping that hellscape is not an easy task and you have to run for the rest of your life. Not stay with your boyfriend.” Gen gave Leo a pitiful look.

“It’s not Leo’s fault that he’s ex is an idiot”, Raph spitted. Leo looked at him angrily. Raph meant good but it hurt that everybody had just accepted that Usagi was a backstabber and it was jus the truth that he didn’t care about Leo.

“Look. My intels told me that there is a bunny, held captive on Earth. That’s all I know and I wished that you would have more information but you clearly don’t. The Realm is breathing on my neck more than in years and I have to look out for myself.” Gen got up. “Thank you for the leaf juice.”

“Thank you for telling us even if it risked your life, Gen”, Donnie said.

“I still care about my friend even though we did not separate in best terms”, Gen stated, melancholy in his voice. “I can’t wait for the day that the Realm falls finally and we all will be free. Good bye.”

Gen created a portal and disappeared, probably as far as possible. Leo had no time to feel bad for the rhino because all he could think about was that the worst betrayal of his life might not be true at all. He hadn’t sleep for weeks. He had felt anger, shame, sadness, everything in a rollercoaster and all at once. Questioning all the love that he had so blindly felt. And now all those feelings were insignificant. Usagi was probably captured. Being tortured. Weeks of the anger turned to shame. How he could have believed such things of Usagi. Leo knew him better. Leo knew how honourable, how loyal and caring he was. And that one moment let him threw out all of that.

Leo felt hesitant. He remembered how Usagi had looked at him. Directly into his eyes. There had not been any fear, no hesitation. Leo was hurt and Usagi did nothing to help. Maybe Leo had read the whole situation wrong.

He had made a mistake. Why hadn’t he gone after him immediately?

“Leonardo. What are you going to do?” master Splinter asked with his husky voice. He had stayed on the side, like he nowadays did most of the times. Time had done its work and master Splinter had grown weaker. He only could stand ten minutes at the time without shaking.

“I will fix this”, Leo said and looked at his father with determination. Weeks of hopelessness turned into new purpose. “I will start my search in New York.”

“You can’t just leave us for your own little missions!” Raph yelled and pushed Leo’s shoulder. “Foot ninjas could attack any time!”

“You basically demolished them, Raph. They are not coming back any time soon. They don’t have a leader. You made sure of that.” Why Raph always wanted to push him back?

“You don’t know how fast they can reorganize themselves again. You’ve seen they don’t go down easy.”

“I have to do this Raph. I have to safe Usagi. Don’t do this any harder than it already is.”

“He left. Willingly. You saw it. Gen is full of shit.”

“Gen said that there are rumours of a bunny prisoner held hostage on Earth. Who else could it be?”

That shutted up Raph, for now.

Leo started to attack the scattered Foot ninjas, trying to get any information out of them but nobody seemed to know anything about a bunny prisoner even a sword on their throat.

After weeks of inspection, Leo came to the conclusion that Usagi was not in New York. The only other option seemed to be going to Japan, to Tokyo. Raph was not happy, he yelled at Leo for being irresponsible. Leo couldn’t give a damn about Raph’s opinion: Raph didn’t know what real responsibility was. He had never had to make the tough calls and gave bullshit for Leo for doing so. Master Splinter didn’t seem happy either. But for years now he had chosen to give advice to only when asked for it, so his words meant nothing now. The responsibility of the family was put on Leo and he was going to use it. Wether others liked it or not.

It wasn’t easy to leave them all on their own. The last time he had done it, he had to rush back to ruins, thinking that he’s brothers were dead. But his brothers were competent. They’d survive. The Foot was no threat anymore and Donnie had a good surveillance system. The family was safe. With these thoughts he packed a little bag and left, unsure of when he would return. He only knew he could not return without Usagi.

Leo had always wished to visit Japan but this way wasn’t the most pleasant. Tokyo was huge, full of possibilities and dangers. With his elementary level Japanese Leo barely survived and he had no help to gather any information about anything so he had to go in places cold turkey. That meant the stakes were higher, the risk of dying being more imminent than ever.

But Leo knew that he could not give up. Somebody had to know something. Leo attacked ninjas, trying to gather any valuable clues but again, nobody knew anything. He infiltrated the headquarters, searched every single prisoner cell but nothing. He wanted to give up. To go home to his family. But he couldn’t. Fear of failure burned through his veins.

Finally, after months and months of constant attacks from Leo, the head of the Japan Foot clan quelled after a fight and told that they had a deal to help transfer a bunny through a portal. They had forced Usagi to make a deal. Leo tried his best not to have the anger overconsume his senses. The blade of his katana was shaking on the neck of the leader.

“Does that ease your mind, reptilian? His freedom for your life.”

It did, for a second. But that meant Leo had been wrong and it may had costed Usagi’s life.

That’s it. There was no other information. They did not know anything else, the Foot didn’t ask questions for that good amount of money. Leo believed.

Leo went back home, defeated. Usagi was not anywhere on this planet.

The return was difficult. Everyone tried to act like he had not disappeared for months. Leo tried to cover his anger. He tried to act normal. Listen to Mikey’s rampant about his new comic book idea. Sit next to Donnie and hand him over screwdrivers and metal pieces. Let Raph use him as a punching back. But nothing took away the pain.

Disappointment was eating him alive and the only thought consuming his brain was that Usagi was not on Earth.

Usagi was not on Earth.

Usagi was not on Earth.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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[sims-half-crazy]

Norman turned 13 and it was like the world had spit in his Cheerios. He and Thomas were fighting nonstop and he turned the radio all the way up all the time. It was grating on his parents' nerves. One day Gordon caught up with him in the hall and asked about the sudden change. "It's just Thomas. He's so aggravating and mean. I know that you and Mom come down on him the same as Frank and I, but it doesn't seem to matter with him! He's just so DIFFICULT! Do you know what he said to me on my birthday? No, you don't. You weren't there. You were at work!"

Gordon knew he'd stepped in it when he'd gotten waylaid at work and missed Norman's birthday dinner, but he'd honestly thought Norman had gotten over it. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday dinner. I should've paid more attention to the time, but it's not like you've never made a mistake either. We've always forgiven you. You were not an easy toddler, but we didn't hold it against you because you were still learning. Humans make mistakes. The key is to figure out if the mistake was intentional or not, and if it was intentional then why was it intentional. You have to ask questions, son."

Norman paused at his father's words and then snidely responded, "Why were you late? What was so much more interesting than seeing me on my birthday?" Gordon's response shocked him because his father's response about a more dynamic braking system to handle how much faster cars were going piqued his interest. The pair of them spent the next hour or more talking about what Gordon had been working on and why it was important. It was one of the best conversations, and Norman would remember it for many years after.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Does anyone have any food habits that’s literally make no fucking sense?

So like its 2 am and my brain has been thinking about this for a while and honestly I feel so bad for my mom, because I know she was right (for once) about certain things that involved food with me growing up.

This turned into me ranting about food.

Like I know that no matter how you cut your toast/sandwich it will taste the same but god damn the triangle cut is the right way. It just tastes wrong when it’s a rectangle or in any other form. (Though with peanut butter sandwiches, crustables are an acceptation)

I also know that Spaghetti sauce that is mixed in with the pasta is exactly the same as it just being place on top of the pasta. But god damn it my brain won’t allow me to eat it if it’s mixed. (Acceptation being when it’s left overs)

Pizza is pizza but circle pizza is superior to sheet pizza fucking fight me

Strawberry Cake pops will and always taste better then regular strawberry cake. (It’s the exact fucking thing different form, and I hate Starbucks cake pops)

Relish is basically pickles but if you even think about bringing that shit near me I will deck you (I love pickles)

Mashed potatoes taste the same whether you mix them with a mixer or not. But, god damn I want them mixed with a mixer even though most times the texture is the same along with flavor.

You can not simply just fucking bake fries and get away with it, they are named fries for a reason so fucking fry them 😡 (for me, I know some people can’t handle grease)

Bananas are bananas but none of them ever taste the same. I know it has to do something with ripeness but for the love of god ice cream shops have the best ones, but if I bite into one and it doesn’t taste right I’m spitting it out.

Trail mixes taste the same whether you eat them randomly or pick and organize all of them and then eat all of the m&m’s first. (Does this stop me from separating it, no)

Anything with coconut can die

Turkey sucks ass on thanksgiving, or the first day it is cooked. It is far superior as left overs even though it’s exactly the same thing.

Eggs are wacky as fuck, scrambled eggs taste amazing and are good for the first two bites and then after it’s immediate regret.

All of Mcdonalds chicken nuggets are the same, but each shape tastes different to me (I worked at Mcdonalds and have cooked and seen with my own eyes that they are all the same)

Anything with the name casserole in it was created from satans balls and deserves to go into purgatory or be force fed to bigots as punishment.

Shepards pie can not be made with cream corn, it just can’t has to be made with regular

Frosting is overrated

Mac and Cheese has to be creamy, for the love of god don’t bake it. (It tastes the same but oh my god)

I can’t eat something sweet with out having something salty after words it’s becoming a problem because there is nothing salty enough in my place

Fruity Pebbles are far superior then coco pebbles

Cheerios are just the boring straight version of fruit loops (spoiler alert no cereal is healthy) ((I could be wrong don’t quote me))

I don’t trust Squash

Pumpkins are overrated but cookies are okay

Banana bread isn’t good without chocolate chips

Also salads aren’t made the same, they have to be at room temp and not wet for me to eat it.

I don’t even know where I went for some of this, I just blacked out and typed 👁️👄👁️ but does anyone else have a weird thing with food? Another one I have is I can’t drink from a can without tapping the top first.

[invisibleraven]

The more the merrier

A series of ficlets for @polyshipweek 2023!

Day Seven: Accidental Family Acquisition-Ray/Rose/Bobby|Trevor <-AO3 link

When Bobby changed his name to Trevor and walked out the door to stardom, neither Ray nor Rose thought they would ever see him again. The thought stung, as if the years they had spent together, the love they had shared was so disposable.

“We were fine before him, we’ll have to be fine without,” Ray said, resolute. “It won’t be the same, but we’re fine, just us two.”

“Well, maybe more than two,” Rose said, patting her stomach. “In a few years.”

“We did always say we wanted a big family,” Ray replied.

The thought however, was little comfort as they watched Trevor soar from afar. Rose cried after one of the songs he had written first aired on the radio. She remembered sitting in the kitchen when he wrote it, nervous to perform it, but she had loved what he had come up with. Now it was like a knife to the heart to hear it all polished and produced under a false name coming from the airwaves.

Ray banned all Trevor Wilson music from the house after that, if only to spare them both some heartbreak. But he still flinched when the man who used to hold both their hearts showed up on the entertainment news, or on talk shows they enjoyed. And maybe it was morbid curiosity that drove him to watch, but Ray did, and wept when Trevor played himself as some cool, aloof guy with no attachments, rather than the shy teen Rose had brought home one night after he suffered a great loss.

Eventually the hurt faded, though it never truly disappeared. But they learned to live their lives with that phantom limb, and were quite happy. Yet neither brought up finding another third, knowing it would not fill the void-there could only ever be one Bobby.

Then Rose announced she was pregnant, and life became wonderful. Even if Ray wished there was another large hand next to his on Rose’s swollen stomach from time to time. Rose wished that she could turn to the side and see another beaming face as she suggested baby names or nursery colours. The two of them would share a sad, meaningful look, then clasp their hands together, a reminder that they were okay, just them.

Julie was a delightful baby; always happily babbling away, rarely cried, and was the picture of beauty, even at less than a year old. She was trying to take her first steps but had yet to accomplish the feat. That was what Rose was trying to encourage her towards when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it mi amor,” Ray said, kissing her temple. “Don’t let her take her first steps until I get back to film it!”

Rose tittered with laughter. “Oh yes, we can’t have that, can we Jules?”

Julie giggled in response, clapping her chubby hands and fell on her diapered bottom as a result, gazing up at Rose before grinning wide, her little baby teeth shining pearly white in the afternoon sun.

Ray shook his head fondly, unsure how he ever got so lucky as to have such a great girl as Julie with her equally wonderful mother smiling up at her. Yet the smile slipped off his face as he opened the door, seeing a ghost.

“Bo-Trevor,” he whispered. “Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

Ray nodded, then sucked in a breath when Trevor stepped inside, and had a baby carrier in his hand. With a pink wrapped infant inside of it. They sat in the kitchen, and Rose looked almost grim as she entered, setting Julie in her high chair with some Cheerios. “Bobby.”

“Rosita,” he responded. Glanced at Julie. “She’s your spitting image. How old is she?”

“You’d know if you had been here,” Rose replied coldly.

Ray laid a calming hand on Rose’s back. “Julie is almost a year old.” He nodded meaningfully at the sleeping baby next to him. “Who’s this?”

“This is Carrie,” Trevor replied, his whole expression softening as he took in the girl. “She’s just turned eight months old. She’s mine. I… I did some stupid things while I was away. One of which was Paige, who ended up pregnant. She didn’t tell me until she dumped Carrie on my doorstep and hightailed it back East. It’s been-quite the learning experience.”

“Why are you here Trevor?” Rose asked.

“I missed you.”

Ray gave a sarcastic laugh at that. “Well you’ve done a good job at showing it.”

“I’ve done a very bad job,” Trevo retorted. “I left because becoming a big star was my dream, but it broke my heart to leave you both behind. I just…. Didn’t know how it could work, being in the spotlight and making you both take the brunt of it. I was a stupid kid who let fame come before his heart.”

“You left years ago. Why now?” Rose asked, her guard still up. It had taken them so long to get over him leaving, she wasn’t about to let him wander back in with just a plea.

“Lola passed away,” Trevor whispered. “She was the only real family I had, and I didn’t want Carrie to grow up not knowing… knowing who my heart belonged to, even after all these years. I know you have no reason to take me back, but I thought maybe we could at least try to be friends? Let the girls know one another?”

“We could try,” Ray replied. “Julie could always use more friends.”

They both turned to Rose, knowing she was the deciding factor. She held herself for a moment, but then nodded. “But you’re on thin ice Robert. Don’t test me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now let me have a look at the gorgeous girl of yours.” Trevore handed Carrie over who was just blinking awake as he did. She cooed up at Rose, who felt herself falling in love in an instant. “Hi baby. I’m your auntie Rose.”

“Ma!” Julie cried, making grasping motions with her fingers, and Ray scooped her up, bringing her over so she could see her mother and the baby.

“Look Julie, this is Carrie,” he said. “I have a feeling you two will be the best of friends.”

~

At eight, if you asked Julie who Carrie was, she’d respond right away, “That’s my sister.” She didn’t care that she and Carrie looked nothing alike, or that they didn’t share any blood, they were sisters all the same. Delighting in playing together, or discussing how gross their parents were. It was commonplace to find mami, papi, and tatay all cuddled together, sometimes kissing, and both girls would screw up their faces in disgust.

Carlos would copy them, sticking out his little tongue, but he was three and well into his copycat stage, so they didn’t pay him much mind.

However, just because they were sisters, didn’t mean they didn’t have their own friends. Julie and Flynn had met the first day of school and had been thick as thieves ever since. Flynn and Carrie bickered sometimes, but they generally got along. Carrie brought home Alex as her friend. He was a shy, anxious boy who loved to dance, the colour pink, and the drums.

Ray, Rose, and Trevor welcomed the friends that the girls brought home, loving that their house could be a source of warmth for them. Flynn’s parents worked a lot, so they were more than happy to host her. They didn’t know much about the Mercers, but Trevor whispered he didn’t think they knew about the three of them, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Why?” Rose asked, the hurt evident in her voice.

“Because I’m fairly certain they are homophobic idiots, and I don’t want Carrie to lose a friend because her parents won’t let Alex come over anymore if they find out,” Trevor explained. “And that boy-he’s gonna need us after he comes out himself.”

Ray and Rose exchanged a look and agreed. Ray knew what homophobic parents were like, he’d lived through his, and Trevor hadn’t seen his own since he was a teen. Sure they weren’t Alex’s parents, but they wanted to be here as examples, as a refuge, so they kept their relationship mum.

A few years later, Alex brought two boys over with him; Luke and Reggie. Luke freaked out a little, given Carrie’s dad was the Trevor Wilson, his musical idol. Reggie seemed more enamoured with Ray after he complimented the Star Wars patch on his bag. But both booths in the end, only had eyes for Julie, who took them into her heart as easily as breathing.

The garage became a studio, with all the gathered teens going out there to watch movies, study, and most importantly, make music. Carrie was a bit more into pop, finding a group of girls to do more dance inspired songs with, but Alex gladly helped do back up whenever needed. Julie and the boys formed their own punk type band, and Rose delighted that her old instruments got some love.

She watched these kids, and her heart felt full. Ray twined himself behind her, and Trevor clung to her side as she watched them all sing together. Carrie and Flynn cheering from the couch, alongside Alex’s boyfriend Willie.

Sure, they were concerned about how frosty Alex’s parents were after he came out, about how Luke kept making comments regarding his mom and fights, how Reggie clammed up when asked about his folks, how Willie’s foster dad gave them all the creeps. But they tried their best, making sure all the kids knew they were there to talk, the door was always open, whatever they needed.

“Good thing we wanted a big family,” Ray quipped as he dragged his partners off to get the barbeque started.

“How did we accidentally get all these kids?” Trevor jokes. “I could have sworn we only had the three.”

“We have room for all of them,” Rose said, smiling at her boys. “Besides, the more the merrier right?”

[therentyoupay]

Korra nearly spit out her Cheerios. As she typed, chopped-up banana pieces and flax seeds floated in the milk below, just as her eating plan recommended. Don't worry, she replied immediately, barely noticing as Meelo snuck a piece of her toast off her small plate; his munching sent crumbs flying everywhere, but she hardly cared. I think a few years of camping on snow-capped mountains might have prepped me for a little New England rain. Still, when Pema handed her a couple of chewy gummy vitamins after breakfast—See how they look like gummy bears, Korra? Aren't they cute, Korra? These are my most favorite-est vitamins, ever and ever and ever of all time! You see, they look like candy, but they're really not, which is why I like to bite their little heads off first—she took them without protest. Whether her unnaturally strong immune system was due to genetics or decades of trampling through wild terrain, she couldn't be sure, but she wasn't going to test her luck. Besides, truth be told, the strange intensity that'd been floating around all these runners this past week was actually starting to get her worked up about the meet. It's not like she'd say that out loud, though.

As if on cue, Tahno sent another text her way as she was hurriedly chugging down her orange juice. Don't say I didn't warn you. Still, if you have any hope of sucking less than usual at tomorrow's race, then you should probably make an effort to not be so careless today.

You know, If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sounded concerned, she teased, once she was warm in the car. Ikki and Meelo were fighting over something in the backseat, and Jinora was determinedly trying to ignore them, but Tenzin had had enough. Who knows, perhaps you're just projecting, she texted again, not bothering to wait for a reply. You're not afraid that a little cold might slow you down, are you? Despite Pema's harried concerns, all three kids and the teenager were dropped off at their respective locations with time to spare. Korra offered Tenzin a grateful parting nod as he left her at the corner of the main street, and she paused for a moment to watch him zoom down the busy lane off to work. She laughed aloud as he practically ran a red light.

It was going to be a good day, she decided. The race was tomorrow, and she was feeling… alert. Ready. Not necessarily prepared, but… ready. It was beginning to occur to her that the morning on the morrow was going to be big, and that it could really mean big things for her team. And for the Wolverines' captain.

personal record now on ao3!

[elsadaisywrites]

House of sand

On that bed two lie naked. Old skin, thin and worn. Teeth, jagged and stained. At one point they were a man and a woman. But now, they were lumps under sheets. It’d be nice to hold each other, but then that’d mean they liked each other. She wakes up first. It was somewhere between lunch and dinner. The two most important times of the day. She hated waking up, crawling out of bed, and how stuffy the air was. But she got up, and she went to look at the front door. She looked at the front door, but she was naked. She was naked, so she put on a robe. Sometimes she wondered just what exactly went on the night before. The night before she woke with bruises and sore bones. The night before the sheets got covered in blood, or maybe vomit. But any fool would know what went on. She was a fool, for sure. She just much preferred to wonder. He was still naked, stuck in the sheets. Probably glued there, next to their spoons. 

Under her feet, granules crunched like leaves.

Step, step, step. To the pantry. Get your Cheerios. Step, step, step. Here comes the man. Squash the bug. Get your Cheerios. My man, go get it. Step, step, step. Go make some coffee, honey. If only her father had taught her how to box. So he ate his Cheerios, and he liked the Giants. Watched them as often as she’d let him. She was waiting for her coffee. She poured her cup, sat down. He got up. He got his coffee, and she took the Cheerios, because fuck it. She was up first. He was naked. He was just so naked. She should have stayed in high school. 

If she looked through the steam of the coffee, he was maybe handsome. He was maybe not so thin. He was maybe not so greasy. It’d be nice to pour her coffee on him, let it soak into the sand. It’d be nice if he’d shower. It’d be nice if she smiled. It’d be nice… if for just one goddamn day he was enough. 

That was their lives. That was their whole entire lives. That was it. After her coffee she swept the tiles. Out on to the front porch, as there was too much for a dustpan. Beat the rugs, babe. 

When she woke up, she would look at the door. Then put on her robe. At night they’d get high and she’d lay there. Sometimes she’d pour coffee on him, and sometimes he’d want some Cheerios. He never told her to stay. She never told him that she didn’t like it when he took the Cheerios. Often, she didn’t stay. Always, she would come back. It was love. Take me back. Forgive me. And they did. Too many mistakes, and too many miscarriages. He was sorry, and he was guilty. And when she was naked he just couldn’t help it. And she didn’t care (but she cared). He would come home with flowers, and she would take them. Then, scoop the sand off the table, off the counters. Sand was piled next to the T.V., and he pretended to see the Giants, clear-as-day. Babe, get the rugs.

Once she left, gone for a whole month. He thought it was for good. She must have made up with her mother. He got himself a Pittie, named it Blu. Gentle. Blu was a rescue. One day there she was. Fuck him. The man was just so sorry, he was just so sorry, and he was thankful she came back. Sorry about the dog. Only just a dog. She didn’t think so, and she was wrong. But she ran him over in her rusty Ford. He couldn’t have a thing. He buried the dog in back. Her mother had been dead since June, and the sand started coming back.

When one would get mad they’d whoop the other. Then, she would leave. Then, she’d come back. No friends, and their family was gone, who’d love trash anyway? Other trash would. Slap. slap, slap. No doggy for you. No pittie, no kitty, no rotten old fish. Kick, kick, kick. No job. No degree. They just look at ch’ya too funny. Spit, spit, spit. Your family’s shit. Gobble. Gobble, gobble. You can hobble for awhile. What can it hurt? I know you’ll come back.  

They acted like the sand wasn’t even there.     

Would you believe they were 42. Just yesterday they were 16. Just last night he knelt down in front of her, and pulled out a ring. It was nothing special. Bastard probably stole it. He said something about love and God and she laughed him away. It started raining sand. He spent the night on the floor (in the sand), feet away from his Blu who was resting just outside the door. How many times had he asked her? He had lost count. She just wanted to see if he’d ask again. She just wanted to see how many times she could leave before he changed the locks. 

Just the day after she felt eternity would be better. Swearing on her life and on the bible and on Blu that another night in that bed and she’d set the house on fire. So she waited until he went to bed. And pulled out his handgun, the one he kept safe in the closet. And she’d point it at him. Then at her. Then at him. Then she’d put it back. Then she’d pick it up. Then she left the house. How many times had she promised to burn the house down? How many nights were spent staring at the barrel of a gun? Where is my picket fence? They’d lost track.

She never messed with the gun before, long before. But years ago she had never touched drugs. Drugs were here now, and so was her man. Years ago she had never killed a thing. But his dog was gone, and he was still here. People change. There was a time when he had never known what it felt like to have his dick burned. Then she threw hot coffee on him, naked. There was a time when neither knew what it felt like to be forgiven, and then they met each other. 

She came back in the house that very night, ankle deep in sand. The same as any other night she had left the house, but this was like the night she first shot up. This was like the night she killed his dog. This was like the night he choked her and he choked her hard. He loaded up the needle, and wound her arm up good. Off to bed. And in the morning she was up before him, and she was a woman of her word. That extra gallon of gas? Yes, the one in the little red container. Yes, that one. Pouring it on him. At first he thought it was just another wake up call. A pot of coffee. But this one wasn't hot, yet. He jumped out of bed, smelling the stench. Before she lit the match he had her bloodied and out the door, naked. They were both just so naked. 

They were both just so naked all the time. At 16, he had a truck. In the back of the truck they’d get naked. Everything had been so surreal and forgettable and unsure. Hating the feeling of it coming to an end. Rather spend their whole lives in the back of a truck. Under a blanket. When the ground they slept on was clean. No need to walk or to eat or to breathe. That meant it would change. That meant that things would change. Both were just so scared, scared to lose one another. Scared to breathe, because that would change things. Lovebirds tangled up like a web, lying on a bed. Their hearts so far past simple and sweet. 

Their house was just so dirty. She wished he’d let her open the blinds. Burp, burp, burp. He hasn’t shaved in weeks. Yell, yell, yell. Now, they’re 53. Punch, punch, punch. And their lives are still the same. Cry, cry, cry. Together, they were alone. 

Farther along the line they went. An overdose… or two. But they still haven't kicked it, yet. “What a shame…”, said the neighbors. “They’re no good for eachother…”, said the cops. But who would they be without one another? Without drugs and the sand they would still be the same. Without one another, they just wouldn't be together. Sirens heard, everyday. She was soft, like a bird. He went away. Off to the pound, and she brought him back, again. But when she drove her Ford, he fought back. Then naked they would go to bed. Together. 

Each time, the sand rising. Sometimes coming down in torrents. Doing their best to sweep it out. 

She had a vase, once, that broke. He’d used it as an ashtray, for his smokes. All of the ashes and all of the butts came tumbling out, and onto the rug. She had broke the vase, but he was the one who wasn't so kind to her grandma’s old gift. Yes, he had known how much it had meant. Really, now that all was spent, could a vase really break an old lover’s nest? And that was the straw, that broke the camel’s back. Oh, wait… she came back. This time waist deep, then rising rising, until they couldn’t breathe.

Drive, drive, drive. The old man went to sell her Ford. Sweep, sweep, sweep. She finally did some chores. Changing the blanket, and washing the sheets. The sand was blowing away, in heaps. Pour, pour, pour. Gasoline goes in the tank. The tank of a truck, that he had painted blue. Whoop, whoop, whoop. Whoop the cushions of that couch. Where he can watch the Giants, and you can drink coffee without a pout. How? How? How? How does that robe fit you so nicely? Did you buy it for yourself? Where? Where? Where? Where did the spoons go? Did you just throw them out like that? Oh, I know! They went in the drawers. Cheerios aren't just a snack. You pour them in bowls, with milk and your coffee. Then you sit at the table, and watch the sun rise. Then off to the bedroom. Who will be first? “Just sit there, my darling? You’ve tried, did it work?” And he pulls out the gun, and together they stare. Together like always. He points it at air. Then suddenly, she’s looking into that barrel again. She doesn’t care if she’s pretty. She cares if it ends. Then his turn to go. Together again, they lie once more. Their house full of sand. The end.

[left-ts]

• Gum

F.B. x Reader

masterlist

WARNING: implications of throwing up (one time) and bullying

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I was sitting in the back of science class, chewing on my now flavorless gum. Because I didn’t want to get up and disturb the silent air of the classroom.

chewing the gum gave me a headache, and it tasted disgusting. But I was too anxious to stand up and throw it away. 

I had always been like this, I never wanted to disturb anyone.

I never wanted anyone to hate me.

Though I doubt anyone really does..

The person who sits next to me was a pretty quiet kid himself, Finney Blake.

Even though we’ve sat next to each other all year we don’t talk much unless we have a project due.

I’ve seen him walk to and from school since we live in the same neighborhood.

I see him get bullied in the school yard, and I see Robin Arellano saving him.

I think I’ve developed a slight crush on him.

I mean he’s gorgeous, like really pretty.

The problem is he likes that Donna girl, she’s basically prefect. But I don’t hate her, I couldn’t.

I walk making my way to my locker through the crowd of students rushing in the hallway.

After the treacherous walk in the halls I made it to my locker. I was still chewing the gum I had, I couldn’t make it to a trash can in time.

While getting my books out of my locker I heard a group of people walk to the locker two down from mine.

This happens everyday, Donna, Robin, Finney and his sister meet up at this locker to talk before school ends.

I internally rolled my eyes, I don’t hate her. She didn’t do anything to me.

I close my locker and turn around just to get knocked forward by a kids backpack. The flavorless gum I had flew out of my mouth.

And directly into Donnas hair.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and debated making a run for it to avoid the inevitable confrontation.

I decided on staying and fixing this.

I tapped Donna on the shoulder and she turned around.

“Hey, uh.” I couldn’t get it out.

“Some kid knocked into me and.. my gum flew into your hair..”

Her eyes widened and she brought her hand up to her head.

She felt for the gum and pulled on it while yelling.

The rest of those kids obviously heard what I said and rushed to help her.

She was in tears at this point.

“Why would you do this to me!” She yelled.

“Now I have to cut it.”

I looked at my shoes and picked at the skin around my nails.

“What is your problem.” Finneys sister asked with a scowl on her face.

Ok so maybe they didn’t hear me.

“It was an accident.. I swear.” I said shamefully

“I would never.” Yes I would.

It’s not like I wished this upon her.

I don’t hate her.

Donna stomped away with Finneys sister by her side.

I was left with Finney and Robin side eyeing me.

“I’m uh, gonna go now.. tell I said sorry.” I whispered as I walked away.

Great, the one time I get remotely close to Finney I literally spit gum in his crushes hair.

I felt less than human, I mean we all make mistakes.

But this one could quite literally end my life.

Donna hates me, so every else does too.

I was dreading going to school.

I sat at my kitchen island eating cereal staring aimlessly at the swirling cheerios in the milk.

I felt sick.

I got up to run to the bathroom…

Yeah

After brushing my teeth again I walked out the door and started off to school.

I took a deep breath before turning the corner to school.

When I stepped foot in the door some people turned their heads to glance at me and turn back to whisper.

“I heard she stuck gum in Donnas hair.”

“I bet she did it to get Robins attention.”

“Think she has a crush on Donna, I heard she was blushing the whole time.”

I walked faster trying to shut out all the snarky voices.

Once at my locker I opened it to place my books down.

A piece of paper fell out.

It read:

I know it was an accident.

This shouldn’t be a big deal anyway. Meet me at lunch by the doors…

Please.

~Finn

At least he’s not blaming me.

I wanna go, just to clear my name.

All my morning classes flew by and before I knew it, it was time for lunch.

I made my way to the cafeteria with my head down to avoid anymore comments or rumors being throw at me.

I stood by the doors waiting for Finney.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and the gorgeous Finney Blake was standing there.

“Hey y/n, I told Donna that she kinda overreacted and that you apologized.”

“And that she should also apologize.”

He said while avoiding eye contact with me.

He just looked so- “So she’s here, to do that.. uh now.”

“Hmm, what.”

My eyes snapped up to his, and his cheeks flushed a faint pink.

He grinned at my cluelessness.

“Donnas here to say sorry to you y/n.”

“Oh.”

She walked out from behind the doors with her eyes casted to something more interesting than me.

“Sorry.”

Finney nudged her with his elbow and frowned.

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry that I spread rumors about you.”

Her eyes finally met mine.

“And i’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay, you were just caught up in the moment.”

She nodded and then turned to walk away.

Finney was still here though.

“Hey, do you wanna eat lunch with me?”

“You sure.”

“Definitely, Robin and Gwen aren’t mad either then want to apologize aswell.”

Oh

“Come on.” He said with a small smile on his pretty face.

I took a leap of faith and offered my hand.

He took it and walked over to his table.

We sat down across from Gwen and Robin who looked sorrowful.

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Gwen said looking down.

“sorry.” Robin mumbled.

“For what?”

“I thought about fighting you yesterday…”

My eyes widened and I let out a quiet ok.

I forgave them and we ate lunch while talking like actual friends.

This was just the first day of me and Finn together.

Months later he found out I liked him and then confessed his own feelings.

He bought me extra long lasting flavored gum.

I love him.

And about Donna, actually forget about it

I hate her.

This was my first oneshot… how do we feel

I don’t really know, I kinda just thought about the gum thing and ran with it

Have a nice day and feel free to request anything :)

[khplattner]

This boy turned 15 months a few days ago! He is finally walking a majority of the time- he will only crawl if he needs to get somewhere fast. Dad is probably his favorite person, but only mom will do if he’s hurt or getting very tired. He says about ten words- mom, dad, uh-uh (no), hi/bye, hat, hot, uh oh, nana (banana), something like baby (ba-ba) and something like Lena. His most recent word is “eyes.” He will point to your eyes if you say it. He spits all of the time making tractor and car noises. He is obsessed with anything on wheels, particularly walkers and lunch carts that he finds at church. He gets quite upset if I have to take him away from one. He loves books and will often bring one to Kyle or I and sit on our lap. He enjoys the attention from his sisters and they love to see him kick and squeal when they walk in the door after school. He’s fairly picky with his food, but seems to love breakfast foods- oatmeal, pancakes, and waffles are all favorites. I manage to sneak in veggies and protein into as many of his favorite foods as I can. He loves routine and has certain favorite games and activities that he likes to do each day. One of his favorites is emptying the napkin holder basket on the kitchen table, as well as rummaging in the pantry, pushing buttons on the washer/dryer/microwave, playing hide and seek, turning the fan off and on in his room, splashing in the bathtub if someone is taking a bath, and emptying the art supplies out of the office drawers. Needless to say, my house often looks like a one year old lives here as he seems to leave a trail wherever he has been. He likes to point out pictures of daddy in the house and point out things that are daddy’s, like his hats and the coffee maker. He goes to bed by 7 most nights, wakes at 6/6:30, and takes a 2 hour or sometimes 3 hour nap usually between 11-3, depending on my carpool schedule. He is a very busy little guy and climbs much more than my girls ever did- out of his high chair, out of the shopping cart, and I even caught him standing on the kitchen table the other day. My girls used to sit so nicely in the shopping cart and just look around or eat a few cheerios. Leif, not so much. But overall he’s a pretty happy little guy and he is so much fun. The girls love when I bring him to recess duty on Fridays, as they are so proud to carry him around and show him to their classmates. We are thankful for our little Leif!

[lionews]

“god i wish someone would spit in my cheerios. ill stay bitter tho, were all the same at the end of the day, we all get our kicks being a hater.”

Not all of us find joy in acting like a 13 year old who just found out what being edgy is

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[the-tired-ish-rat]

I can't math for the life of me wtf do it do

What is it for - something that isn't my prolonged suffering

I got a root of goddamn 10 out of 27 I am about to start sobbing

I thought oh this will be easy! But nO yOu hAvE tO SiMpLifY tHiS pRoBLeM wHiCh DoEsN't sImPLiFy yoU ArE dUmB fUcKing sQuArEd-

Son of a fucking bitch + nobody likes you + die + die + die + suck on a rock and get a disease and cut up your throat + actually I poisoned that rock so you would just please die + I spit upon you + one day I will murder math and dance on it's body

Anyways! School sucks and I wish for the sweet release of either death, holidays, or passing out. Cheerio!