#like I didn't eat an entire head of broccoli for dinner

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Just started cussing cause Broccoli's on the TV again

[writinghotchner]

I know this is a weird request so please don't feel like you have to fill it lol. Hotch x Reader fic where Reader has a type of disability? Whether its like crippling depression/anxiety or something else, your choise! Something cute and fluffy preferably but that's also up to you!

no such thing as a "weird request" to me, i'm insane <3 and thank you for requesting!!

fandom: criminal minds pairing: hotch x fem!reader rating: E tags: depression, mentions of anxiety

you're on the couch wrapped in the thickest blanket you could find when you hear the front door open and close.

usually, you'd greet your boyfriend at the door, kiss him, ask him about his day, discuss dinner plans and all the usual adult things an adult couple does.

but today you can't make yourself move. that usual spark of joy that lightening strikes its way through your spine when you know he's home isn't there. the excitement to run to the front door to kiss him stupid like you would normally do isn't there. what's there, though, is the soul numbing feeling of absolutely nothingness. you don't feel sad, you don't feel happy, you quite literally feel numb- nothing. so you don't move.

if aaron notices, he doesn't say anything. instead, he makes his way over to you and leans over the back of the couch to kiss your blanket covered head. he doesn't say anything, and you surely don't say anything. you hear him shuffle by, assuming he's going to the bedroom to change out of his suit like he normally does.

a few minutes later, he reappears in black sweatpants and a basic plain white t-shirt. he sits at the end of the couch and lifts you feet onto his lap and gives them a little squeeze.

you've been together long enough for him to know that this is just something that happens. nothing necessarily triggers it, and he knows he didn't do anything wrong so he's not quick to jump on you and ask questions and plead to know how to "fix it". you're beyond thankful for that. you discussed how bad your depression can get when you first got together a few years ago and he completely understood. of course he did, after finding out everything this man had been through, of course he knows a thing or two about being depressed.

"have you eaten today?" you hear him ask, the blanket covering your entire head making it sound like he's underwater.

you want to answer him. you want him to know you aren't ignoring him and that it's not his fault, even if he knows and understands, the anxiety of it all makes it all crush your insides a little bit more.

one day he's going to get sick of this and leave.

after a beat, you unwrap the top half of yourself from your cocoon and stare up at the ceiling and then eventually look over at him. he flicks you a comforting smile as he presses his thumbs into the arches of your socked feet.

you shake your head 'no' at him and he nods his head. "are you hungry?"

you shrug, barely, but he sees it.

"okay," he says softly leaning up, resting his elbows on his thighs. "if i make us something, will you try to eat?"

you stare at him. he waits a second before adding, "you don't have to eat if you don't want to, but i'm going to make you a plate anyway, okay?"

you blink at him, and nod slightly. he gives your foot one last squeeze and gets up to head to the kitchen.

you turn your eyes back to the tv that's been playing in the living room this entire time. you aren't watching it, you truly have no idea what's even on, your eyes not focusing enough to process or care what it is. you barely even register that there's sound coming from it.

you're not sure how long it's been, but hotch comes back with two plates in his hands and sets them down on the coffee table. he sits down on the floor and scoots your plate over towards you. there's not much food on it. a couple pieces of steamed broccoli, a scoop of mashed potatoes and a pathetic excuse of a piece of meat. you stare at it, willing your brain to just let you move and want to eat it.

"it's not much, but it was the quickest thing i could throw together in the air fryer," he tells you. "well, the broccoli was steamed in the microwave...i cheated a little." he shoots you a cheesy grin that you barely catch out of the corner of your eye. "and the mashed potatoes are instant. don't tell anyone though."

it's funny how moments like this make you fall more in love with him. he knows you're hurting, would stop the world and do whatever it took to get the pain to stop, but he acts normal around you, keeping light conversation with you and not trying to get you to "cheer up" like most people would try to do.

you're still staring at the plate, an internal screaming match taking place inside the entirety of your brain when you realize he's still talking. you have no idea what he just said, but he's still got that goofy grin on his face as he shoves a piece of broccoli in his mouth.

something inside of you loosens, the vice grip lets go of your soul for a moment and you huff a small laugh at him.

"are you laughing at me or the fact that jj accidentally broke reid's nose?"

okay, wait a second. what?

"what?" you ask, your voice a little hoarse but full of complete amusement.

he laughs, a full toothy laugh that always makes your heart swell. "yeah," he finishes chewing and swallowing his food and turns to look more at you. "reid was trying to show her some new magic trick he'd just learned and, i'm not entirely sure how it happened, but it startled jj enough to where she accidentally elbowed his face. right in the nose."

you blink incredulously at him before you shift yourself up on your elbow. "is he okay?"

hotch nods. "yeah, he's fine. after the initial shock of it, they all started laughing."

the conversation tapers off and your eyes go back to the plate thats slowly getting cold. hotch is nearly done with his. he pats the floor next to him, "join me?"

and so you do. you really have to make your limbs work and it's such an energy draining task that just makes you angry because why in the world do you have to keep fighting with yourself to literally just...live. but, you shake that thought out of your head and melt yourself off the couch and land on the floor next to him; it makes him laugh again and that seems to help dissipate even more of the darkness leaching to your spine.

"want me to feed you?" you know he's joking, he wiggles his eyebrows at you as he says it, making airplane noises with his own fork as he wiggles it around the air to your mouth.

you actually laugh at that and the smile he gives you is so beautiful you nearly, actually cry.

"i love you." is all you say. you rest your head against his shoulder and slide your plate over in front of you and take a bite of the mashed potatoes. the first bite always kick starts your brain, making you realize just how hungry you are so you quickly scoop up another forkful and nearly shovel it in your mouth.

"i love you too, honey." he tells you and you turn a little to kiss his sleeved shoulder.

"it's because of the steamed broccoli, isn't it? that always gets the girls all wild for me."

the rest of whatever evil lurking inside you breaks and you snort laugh at him, throwing your head back onto the couch cushion.

[drpeppertummy]

i will be real with you the entire time i was writing this i had absolutely no idea what id already written

[very mild stuffing, mostly just two old fruits eating dinner & cuddling & bein mushy]

Leon slipped his arms around Shel's narrow waist from behind while he cooked, propping his chin against his shoulder. Gently, he snuck his hands under Shel's shirt and rested them on his belly. Shel was a thin person; there was no denying that. Where there had once been hip bones sharply jutting out, though, Leon found only the soft swell of his lower belly. He held his hands there for a moment, taking in the warmth of that soft curve, then gave it a gentle squeeze. Shel smiled and craned his neck around to nuzzle his cheek against Leon's forehead.

Shel had been nothing short of scrawny for just about his entire life. It was only once he started spending time with Leon that he began to soften up a little; perhaps trying to get his dysfunctional sweetheart to eat better was rubbing off on him as well. The two spent many an evening enjoying a hearty home-cooked meal together, just as they were planning to do tonight.

Leon was reluctant to take his hands off of Shel's lovely little tummy, but the dirty cutting board was calling him. He leaned up to kiss him on the cheek before retreating to the sink. Shel remained at the stove, stirring the sizzling vegetables around in the pan. The kitchen smelled wonderful. They had salmon in the oven, drizzled with a glaze of dijon mustard and maple syrup, and cooking on the stove was a colorful medley of squash, asparagus, and broccoli. Leon's belly rumbled, and Shel smiled. He turned away from the stove--the vegetables needed a chance to brown anyhow--and pulled Leon into his arms, nuzzling his face deep into the crook of his neck.

"Shelly!" Leon jerked at the sudden tickling sensation, laughing. Shel hugged him tightly.

"I just like cookin' with you is all," Shel mumbled into his neck. "You're my perfect helper."

"Oh yeah? What are the qualifications?"

"Cute, for starters," said Shel, lifting his head to kiss Leon's cheek. "Sweet. Funny. Uh, warm." He slipped his hands under Leon's shirt to press them into his warm belly, and he gasped at the cold touch. There was little Shel adored more than Leon's plush, pillowy tummy, save for his cats and Leon himself. It was delightfully plump, poking out adorably over the top of his pajama pants, and the squishy little pooch under his belly button fit perfectly in Shel's bony hands. Leon didn't share quite the same appreciation for it, but if Shel loved it so much, he supposed it couldn't be bad.

At long last, dinner was ready, and the two decided to forgo the table and snuggle up together on the couch with their plates. It was a chilly, rainy evening outside, but Shel's cozy living room was warm, and the gentle patter of the rain against the windows was pleasant. Leon's belly rumbled again as they got themselves situated. Shel gave it an affectionate pat, unable to hold back an amused grin.

"Hey, you had lunch today, didn't you?"

"Huh? Um, I think so. Probably?" Leon ran through the long, busy work day in his mind. Shel rolled his eyes.

"Eat your fish, you goofball," he said, smiling fondly. Leon didn't need to be told twice. He gladly obliged, and Shel gladly joined him. Everything had come out perfect. The fish was flaky and flavorful, and the vegetables were tender but still just crisp enough. Leon's empty stomach welcomed the first delicious bites with open arms.

"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to eat this whole thing," remarked Shel, and Leon chuckled.

"Have you ever eaten a whole anything?"

"I ate a whole pea once," said Shel. "Skin and all." Leon laughed out loud, covering his mouth in an attempt to keep himself from dribbling half-chewed squash all over the place, and Shel grinned down at him.

As it turned out, Shel was right. He had the stomach capacity of a stray chihuahua, and, despite a valiant effort, the big hunk of fish proved to be just a bit too much. He set the plate on the coffee table, covering it with a napkin to keep the cats out of his leftovers, and settled himself against Leon's lap, resting his hands on his full tummy.

"Full already?"

"Stuffed." Even not having cleaned his plate, Shel had pushed himself just a smidge too far, his stomach teetering just on the edge of discomfort. His tummy poked out ever so slightly under his soft pajama shirt, and Leon gave it a gentle pat.

"Boy, I'll say," he said, surprised at how firm his belly felt. He supposed it couldn't have felt too bad, though; that pinched pout of discomfort he was all too familiar with was nowhere to be seen on Shel's pretty face, only a content, sleepy little smile. Leon gazed down at him a moment, utterly gripped by his beauty--his delicate features, the crinkles of the smile in his eyes, the sea of silver waves that was his hair.

"Leon, eat your dinner," said Shel, both amused and touched by the look of adoration on Leon's face. It wasn't a look he'd ever imagined anybody might direct toward him, but it was one he was almost growing used to now--used to, but certainly not tired of.

"You're very distracting, you know," said Leon, tenderly brushing one of Shel's remaining mousy brown hairs out of his face before picking up his fork again. Shel smiled innocently at him, batting his eyelashes sweetly. Leon rolled his eyes and took another bite of salmon. He was beginning to feel full himself, although not quite full enough to slow down; each bite was still just as irresistible as the last. He didn't start slowing down until he was nearly finished, his belly growing snug against his shirt.

While he only had a few bites left on his plate, Leon's stomach had finally begun to catch up with him, and those last few bites were beginning to seem like a lot. He paused for a moment, letting out a little sigh. His belly gurgled softly as its contents settled, and he brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a quiet burp. Shel gazed up at him adoringly from his lap, appreciating the mundane sweetness of his movements and the way the glow of the light filtering through his thick, dark hair from above made him look like an angel. It wasn't an angle he often saw Leon from, being taller than him. Leon glanced down suddenly, finally noticing Shel's stare.

"Hey, good-lookin'," said Shel with a suave smile, and then he broke into laughter at the cheesy line. Somebody at work had once said that Shel's laugh sounded like an old man being smothered to death, but as far as Leon was concerned, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He grinned down at him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey! I just brushed that," Shel exclaimed, grabbing at Leon's hand.

"You're gonna make me drop broccoli all over your head!"

"I'll just pick it off and feed it to you," teased Shel, reaching up and plucking a piece of broccoli from Leon's plate. "Finish your dinner already so we can get to foolin' around." Leon laughed, and Shel fed him the broccoli, then licked off his fingers.

Slowly but surely, Leon finished off the last few bites of his dinner, his belly feeling snug and tight as he pushed it just over the edge of stuffed. It had rounded out nicely against his shirt, not alarmingly distended but undeniably and visibly full. He set his plate down beside Shel's on the table and leaned back with a sigh. Another little burp bubbled up and escaped, and he rested a hand atop his belly.

"Man, that was a big hunk of fish," he said, rubbing at the taut bulge of his stomach.

"Wasn't it? And you were makin' fun of me," teased Shel.

"I still ate the whole thing, though," said Leon.

"I guess so," agreed Shel. He lifted Leon's shirt up just enough to expose his belly button, then leaned his head in to plant a kiss on his tummy. Leon blushed brightly. With an adoring look in his eyes, Shel sat his hands on Leon's sides, idly rubbing the soft skin of his belly with one thumb. Slowly and deliberately, he placed another kiss, letting his lips linger against the warm surface for an extra moment. Then, he snuggled up against Leon, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and resting his cheek against his tummy.

He remained there while Leon gently stroked his hair, listening to the soft gurgles of his belly as it worked away at the big dinner. As big as it had been, neither of them felt uncomfortably full, although it wouldn't have taken much more to get them there. Leon rested his other hand on Shel's tummy, enamored with the way it bulged just barely noticeably under his shirt. This was all that "foolin' around" would consist of tonight; they both were full and sleepy and perfectly content to simply stay there and hold each other.

[squishy-lombax]

Fortitude (ADJL fanfic)

Yay, another fanfiction to satisfy ya'll while my comic is on hiatus. This takes place before the events of my comic. I have a lot of personal head-canons when it comes to the ADJL universe. Mainly, I envision the dragons as larger and more animalistic. Specially, this story references events from the Hong Kong Longs.

Jake was stuck babysitting Haley once again. He was idly flipping through the TV channels, desperately trying to find something good to watch before he started eating dinner. It was warmed up leftovers from a meal his mom made yesterday: Char Siu with broccoli over rice. Haley, whom he was only vaguely keeping on eye on, was in the other room at the kitchen table. Haley had been irritable lately, probably because she was so tired. After a heated argument amongst her children one day, Mom admitted to Jake that Haley had been having nightmares lately. Jake was still pretty pissed because he'd had his fair share of nightmares after becoming the American Dragon, too. Susan urged him to be sympathetic towards Haley and asked him to babysit her while they were away for the weekend. Apparently, Haley had been spending almost every night in their parent's bed. So, although she didn't outright say it, Jake had a feeling they weren't even going somewhere fun. They were probably just booking a motel and getting a good nights' sleep.

If he were honest, he was surprised. It had been a while since his parents went out for a date. His family had been on edge ever since the Dark Dragon incident. Their shared trauma almost overshadowed the joy of Dad finally being in on the dragon secret which, in of itself, was both a blessing and curse. On one hand, they no longer had to lie to him and figure out ways to sneak around. On the other hand, the once normal man's world had been turned totally upside down. There was now an entire world full of dangerous creatures that he learned were his son's enemies. Not to mention he almost fainted when he found out Haley had also started her dragon training. She was only meant to be a back-up for Jake. So, she was rarely in the field. However, the fact she had already been in the battlefield on multiple occasions upset Jake too, he had to admit. Yet, it was a lifestyle she had to get used to. It didn't take long for him, so he knew Haley would be just fine.

"JAKE!" Haley yelled from the kitchen, jolting the namesake up from the couch.

He put his food down in a panic, but that short amount of time allowed him to process that her tone of voice was demanding, not destressed.

When he got to the kitchen, Haley, not even looking up from her homework, asked, "What's seventy-two divided by eight?"

"Whaaat? Haley Long, Miss 'I know everything', needs help with her homework?" Jake responded.

"Just answer the question," Haley demanded, finally looking Jake in the eyes. Her glare deadly.

"Woah woah, chill," Jake said, sitting down at the table. "Aren't I supposed to help you and not just say the answer?"

"Whatever, you probably don't even know the answer." Haley dismissed him, going back to staring at the paper. Her eyes had bags under them, and her pencil shook ever so slightly in her hand.

Jake's initial instinct was to retort with another insult, but he knew that wouldn't help the situation right now. "How about you take a little break and come back to this later?"

"Do you know what time it is already? If I don't get this done, my grades with drop! Then Oliva Peers will have something else to hold over my head. Heck, I may even be kicked out of my school! It's for gifted children you know! I can't just skip homework like you do," Haley's rant probably would have continued if Jake didn't pick up said homework and burn it up with his dragon fire.

Leaving Haley to her horrified screaming, Jake returned to watching TV in the living room.

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There was more yelling involved and quite a bit more fire-burnt items before the two settled in their own rooms. Jake occupied himself with his DS but soon grew bored and sleepy. Glancing at the clock, Jake was startled to see how late it had gotten. It had been two hours since he last saw or even heard from Haley. Jake hesitated since he was still a little heated from their argument. However, he took some deep breaths and tried to keep a level head. The words his mother spoke to him a year ago always stung him in moments like this, "She looks up to you, Jake." He was a magical defender and mediator for crying out loud. He knew he had to be the bigger person.

Jake wasn't mature enough to admit wrong-doing though. Not yet at least. Instead, he gathered what he needed to get ready for bed. He knew once he left his room and headed to the bathroom, Haley would make her appearance. They would have their traditional race to the bathroom. Jake would let her win, they'd throw some friendlier insults at each other, and then they would depart ways. Jake didn't know how to explain why that substituted as an apology, but he knew Haley would get it.

However, this isn't what happened. As a matter of fact, nothing happened. Jake got his PJs and headed to the bathroom. He made it there completely uninterrupted. Staring in the direction of Haley's bedroom door, Jake attempted to coax Haley out. Just in case she had headphones in or something. "Yo, giving me all the hot water tonight? You shouldn't have!" He teased loudly.

Haley not responding immediately sent him into a panic. He wasn't sure why exactly, but having a life full of danger and crime-fighting probably didn't help. "Ear of the dragon," he whispered to himself. He didn't need to say his powers out loud to use them, but it did help him focus; the actual important factor in using dragon abilities. Jake expected to hear the muffled sounds of a struggle or the wind blowing through an empty window. Instead, he heard crying. There was a tense couple of seconds where Jake didn't know what to do. Haley might be a kid, but she was a tough kid. He wasn't used to seeing or hearing, in this case, her crying. He was sure she cried plenty, but he wasn't usually the person she wanted to cry in front of. That thought stung.

Mustering his strength, Jake approached Haley's door. Releasing a sigh of tension, he opened the door. The lights were off so the room was dark. Jake didn't initially see Haley nor did he hear her cries anymore. Using his dragon powers, Jake was able to quickly find Haley hiding under her bed. She was curled up in dragon-form and turned away from him. "Haley?" Jake said, reaching to touch her. She let out a soft hiss when he touched her shoulder. "Come on Haley, you can't still be made at me?"

Haley rolled over to face Jake. "Of course I'm still mad, but that's not it..." she trailed off.

"Huh?"

"I stopped being mad-mad awhile ago, but I didn't want to be the first to apologize. Then, I thought I saw something in the closet. I'm sure it's nothing, but I froze! Can you check it out?"

"Come on out and let's check it out together," Jake said, extending his hand to his little sister.

"O-okay," she hesitantly took it and crawled out from under the bed.

Her closet was located on the other side of the bed from where the two stood. "Dragon-up!" Jake exclaimed as he transformed into a dragon and leapt over Haley's bed. Landing on all-fours, he used his tail to whip open the closet door. There was nothing in the closest except for Haley's perfectly color-organized clothes. Jake knew Haley was mainly worried about Shadow Demons, so he stuck his head in, illuminating the small space with fire-glow from is nostrils. "Cost is clear partner," Jake stated as he closed the closet door.

Haley's little dragon head was peering over the bed at him. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned on her bedside lamp. "I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Nah, well, maybe a little- but it's cool," Jake interjected as he climbed his large dragon form onto Haley's bed.

"No, it's not! I can't sleep, I can't eat, my grades are suffering! I was trying to nap a little bit ago because I was so tired, but I couldn't! How do I fix this? How am I ever to be the American Dragon if I can't handle even one battle without being helped or becoming traumatized!"

Jake winced at her use of words like "suffering" and "trauma." He felt like he was the only person in the world with an 8-year-old sister who used such language seriously.

Haley paced as she continued her rant, "If I don't get my grades up, I'll be kicked out of my gifted school, and if that happens, how will I get a scholarship for college?! Will I even have time for college? One of use has to go to college-"

Her last statement cut off by a pillow smacking her across the face.

"JAKE!" Haley screamed, grabbing the pillow and throwing it back.

But he deflected it with another pillow that he already had in his claws.

A short pillow fight broke out between them that ultimately ended in Haley's near suffocation. After Haley finally cried uncle, Jake let her up. They were both laughing as they ignored the total mess that was caused by two dragons having a minor war. Haley was apparently ready for round two though when she flicked the end of his snout with her tail and grabbed her PJs, running towards the bathroom. "Hey!" Jake yelled as he chased after her down the hall.

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When they came back in the room, Haley collapsed on her bed. They had deformed back into humans when they got ready for bed. He could tell she was exhausted because she kept having to blink her eyes open while she was brushing her teeth earlier. Jake chuckled as he picked up the toppled over lamp on the floor and placed it back onto the nightstand. Seeing Haley's body dangling halfway off the bed, Jake grabbed her by the ankles and tossed her body further onto the bed. Haley laughing the whole time.

Turning off the lamp, Jake started walking toward the door.

"Wait!" Haley yelled as she sat straight up in bed.

"Geez Haley, do you know how many heart attacks you've given me today?" Jake said, recovering from the sudden mood shift.

"I know I need to get over it at some point, but-" Haley trained off, obviously embarrassed and Jake felt like he knew why.

"Okay, okay. Don't need to get sappy. Be right back," Jake shrugged as he left the room, returning a moment later with his blanket and pillow.

Squeezing onto Haley's small bed sounded like a nightmare, so he came up with a brilliant idea. "How 'bout we make a fort?" He asked as he begun pulling at Haley's sheets. She seemed unsure at first, probably hesitant to ruin her perfectly made bed. However, whatever fraction of childishness she had left in her took over. She got down off the bed and pulled over her lounge chair from the corner. Jake was impressed she had the self control to keep it clean instead of using it as a laundry basket like he did with his.

Haley's perfectionism turned Jake's sloppy tent idea into a legitimate fort with a comfortable pillow nest inside. "It's just like in old storybooks," Haley said, willing her form back into a dragon, "See? A pillow hoard!"

Jake was thoroughly tired at this point. It being way later than when they usually go to bed. However, he couldn't help but smile since It'd been a while since Haley said something that suited her age. Jake played along and morphed into a dragon as well. Pushing Haley aside and curling himself into a ball in the middle of the pillow bed. Haley protested lightly before jumping in the middle of Jake's curled body. It wasn't long before she was purring in her sleep. Jake's tail swished up and turned off the lamp.

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober: "I'm not saying I didn't like it."

Fandom: Lumine

Summary: Noel tried a new recipe for dinner.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of!

Words: 494

“Come on, dinner’s done.” Noel said, his quiet voice almost overshadowed by the sound of plates thunking against the wooden table. “I tried a new recipe. Something Anna texted me earlier.”

“Oh, is that what I smelled…?” Lumine slid off of the couch, his voice wavering with a nervous laugh as he moved into the kitchen. He didn’t take his seat across from Noel, not yet, at least—he stared at the plate-bowls in front of them, it was some kind of stew, clearly. Creamy white-yellow in color, bits of green and flecks of orange—he could see some lumps of… Meat? Large, small, the sizes and shapes varied. They looked like different textures, too, even…

“Did it smell bad?”

“No, ah…” He hesitated, climbing onto the chair; his nose twitched at the aroma—it didn’t smell bad. Not to him. Just… Strong. Different. “I’m not really sure…?”

“If you don’t like it, I can make you something else. Or we can just order something…” Noel pulled the spoon closer to his face to blow on it; he tucked his hair back with one hand, trying to keep some of the strands that fell against his face away from the food itself. “It’s entirely up to you.”

Lumine’s nose crinkled as he pulled a spoonful closer to his mouth; he hesitated, but he took a bite, and stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring down at the stew on his plate.

In the silence, Noel had shifted, resting his jaw against his knuckles as he looked at the kid across the table from him. “You hate it, don’t you?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Tell me what you actually want to eat.”

Lumine’s head whipped up to look at him, and he shook his head, his fluffy hair flinging left and right. “N-No, ah. I’m not saying I didn’t like it…” His voice pitched up as he spoke, a clamminess settling against his palms. “It’s just… A lot? A lot of different flavors and textures. At once. It tastes good, but…”

“It’s got bacon, broccoli, chicken, cheese, potato…” Noel thought for a second, trying to remember the rest of the ingredients off of the top of his head. “… If you want the full list, just. Tell me. I’ll tell you.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s good, really good…” Lumine took another spoonful from his bowl, blew on it, and swallowed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem like it wasn’t. I was just kind of confused…”

“You don’t like a lot of different textures in your food, do you, kid?”

“I don’t think so. My mama never really made anything super complex, and when she did, I didn’t really eat it. She’d make something else for me.”

“I’ll remember that next time. Don’t feel like you’ve gotta eat it, Anna’s coming over later and we can just send her home with the leftovers that I won’t eat. I’ll make you something else if you want.”

[onyxbird]

You consume its soul (side effects may vary)

"Oh, that sounds like the lizard I ate once."

Eliot's brain stuttered to a stop. He slowly, carefully set down his knife next to the cutting board, and turned to give Quinn his full attention. "...The what?"

Quinn was busy stealing half the cheese Eliot had grated (part of the plan--he knew to grate twice as much as he needed) and didn't seem to have registered that Eliot was concerned by this statement. "The lizard. That I ate."

Eliot pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why did you eat a lizard, and what in god's name does that have to do with hallucinogens?"

Quinn shrugged. Stray shreds of cheddar poked out from the corner of his mouth. "Not sure. It was during a retrieval job that went really badly, and the lead-up to the lizard-consumption is all a bit hazy, probably related to the fact that I was tripping balls for, like, the next day and a half. Apparently there are psychedelic lizards. At least that's what the vet said."

"...I'm really hoping that's 'vet' as in 'veteran,' even though I don't understand why--"

"Veterinarian. I told you the job went awry. May have been for the best, though. He said he'd seen cats that have eaten them before, just not humans."

Eliot bit his tongue. Acerbic comments about Quinn's eating habits or taste weren't going to reach back in time and prevent him from eating a damn lizard. And Eliot really had no leg to stand regarding the veterinarian detail--he'd been patched up under severely non-optimal circumstances by people with even less formal medical training.

That should have been the end of it, the subject dropped and remaining that way. But Eliot just couldn't quite stop worrying away at the thought, which is how things came to a head, almost a week later, over dinner with the entire team.

"Dammit, Quinn! I thought Hardison was bad, but you! You'll eat a damn psychedelic lizard but not my broccoli?!"

Eliot regretted his words instantly. Three heads took on curious tilts. Nate sighed heavily.

"Quinn will eat what now?"

(Inspired by this post about Miette's unfortunate lizard-eating adventures, and the fact that I have already cast Quinn as Miette.)

[candy-and-writing]

What A Triple Lutz Can Do

part iii

Dark! Bucky x Ice Skater! Reader x Dark! Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have found each other again, after everything they’ve been through. When Steve meets you at the Winter Olympics, he decides you’re the perfect little doll for their plan.

General Warnings: non con/dub con, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, male masturbation, pet names—kitten, princess, ie; oral sex (female and male), fingering, (forced?) poly relationship (m/m/f), somnophilia, light bondage, more to be added as the story goes on

Chapter Warnings: non consensual touching and kissing, non consensual drugging, mean! Steeb, soft bois, stucky fluff

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Part Two // Part Four

Masterlist

It took you fifteen minutes to gather the courage to take a shower. Another ten to undress. You hated how exposed you felt, how at any moment Captain Rogers or Sergeant Barnes could walk in and see you naked.

The shampoo smelled heavenly, and as you dried your hair you marveled at how soft it was, how the scent lingered in your hair.

You clutched the towel to your body as you rummaged through the dresser drawers, searching for the least provocative set of underwear. You settled on a pair of lacy briefs that showed more of your ass than you initially thought and a matching bra.

You sorted through the wardrobe five different times, trying to find something to wear. Should you wear a dress? Did they want you to dress up? God, why were you complying with them?

You decided on a white sleeveless dress with a pink floral pattern and a flattering neckline. You paired it with a light pink cardigan, pulling the sleeves down past your wrists.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, you find what you need to style your hair, applying a quick layer of mascara to your lashes. While contemplating whether or not to put on some lip gloss, you grabbed the Chanel perfume bottle, examining it carefully before spritzing a little on your neck. It smelled like jasmine and roses. You liked it.

You shouldn't like it.

You're looking through the extensive makeup collection when you hear the door unlock. You turn your head and watch Bucky close the door behind him, balancing a tray with three plates of food in one hand. He spots you in the bathroom and his jaw drops.

"Wow, doll, you look—you look amazing."

You give him a timid smile and watch as he moves out of sight. You follow him to the threshold of the second room, the one you hadn't yet looked in. A small dining table sat in the middle of the room, with an absolutely gorgeous diamond chandelier hanging above the table. A large bookcase filled with books lined the wall. Skimming the titles, you realized that most of them were books that you had at home—or at the very least the same authors. Some were books you've never heard of before, a few were ones you've always wanted to read. Others were older, classics like the Oz series by L. Frank Baum and the Lord of the Rings series. Books that Steve and Bucky would have read in their childhoods.

"That was Steve's idea," Bucky says, walking up to you after he set the plates down on the table. "Wanted to get you something a little more personal."

You hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. Were you supposed to thank them? For what, for kidnapping you? For buying you expensive luxuries you didn't want?

Bucky hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"You look absolutely stunning in this dress, doll," he murmured, his voice low. You swallowed before finding your voice.

"It's just a dress. . . ."

His eyes were gorgeous. Tantalizing blue-grey like the sky at the first signs of a storm. You found yourself lost in them, at the little specks of a deeper blue, of green. You didn't realize he was closing in on you until his lips touched yours.

He smirked against your lips as you squeaked in surprise, your shoulders tensing as your hands flew to his chest to push him away. You felt like you were pushing against a brick wall; the solid mass of muscle beneath your palms wouldn't budge. When Bucky seemingly got tired of your resistance, he gathered your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them to your chest.

He moaned against your mouth, coaxing your lips apart as he dipped his tongue in. You stayed frozen in your spot, letting his tongue roam within your mouth. His hand trailed down to your breast, squeezing softly as you whimpered. His lips moved to the corner of your mouth, then to your jawline, kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

"You're wearing the perfume," Bucky commented, murmuring against your skin. "Do you like it? It reminded us of something women would wear back in our day. Something that fits you."

You shut your eyes, biting back a whimper as he nibbled on your neck. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands flat against the wall and he suckled at your pulse point. You let out a weak mewl as he licked over the dark mark he created, his knee pushing against the apex between your thighs.

"Bucky asked you a question, sweetheart," Steve said suddenly, standing in the threshold, holding a bottle of wine by the neck and three glasses by their stems. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him and you try to push Bucky away, but he doesn't budge.

"When one of us asks you a question, you answer it." Stave's voice was surprisingly stern, sending a shudder down your spine.

It took you a moment to gather your voice. "Yes. . . it smells very nice." If either of them heard how shaky your voice was, they didn't acknowledge it. Steve hummed, setting the wine down on the table.

"Buck, dinner's ready."

"Mmm, I got dinner right here," he mumbled. Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his knee, grinding your core against him. You yelped, pushing against his chest in desperation.

"Bucky."

Bucky grumbled in response, fingers digging into the divot of your hips as he licked a stripe up your neck before finally relenting.

Your knees were shaking so much you could barely keep yourself upright, your hands plastered against the wall for support. Mascara streamed down your cheeks as Bucky held his hand out to you.

"C'mon, doll, let's eat."

Steve pulled out a chair for you, Bucky guiding you to sit down. Steve wiped your stained cheeks with a napkin, shushing you as you whimpered.

"Buck and I made your favorite, sweetheart," Steve beamed. "Fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli. We even got a bottle of Cabernet to share."

You nodded, mumbled a small 'thank you', and let Steve set your plate in front of you.

"Eat up, sweetie."

You were allowed one glass of wine during dinner, which was barely filled a third of the way up. You wanted to drink from the entire goddamn bottle—it seemed appropriate, considering the circumstances.

The fettuccine was good, admittedly, which made you sick to your stomach. You weren't very hungry, you had hardly taken four bites of your pasta, and Steve and Bucky had noticed.

"What's the matter, doll?" Bucky asked. "Do you not like it?"

"No!" you rushed. "No, it—dinner's wonderful. . . I'm just not very hungry."

"You haven't eaten all day, sweetheart," Steve chided. "And you didn't have very much to eat  yesterday, are you feeling okay?"

You scoffed at that. "Other than the fact that a couple of psychotic superheroes have kidnapped me?" you muttered. "Oh, yeah, I'm great."

"Watch the attitude," Steve warned. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at your uneaten food.

"Steve." Bucky looked at his friend, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't ignore. "Give her a break."

Steve sighed. "If you really don't want to eat, fine, we'll go over the rules instead. Buck, you mind cleaning up?"

Bucky downed his wine, sighing as he and Steve stood. You were hesitant to follow, but when Steve held out his hand for you to take, you realized you didn't have much of a choice. He threaded his fingers in yours, guiding you back to the bed.

"Sit," he told you. You took a seat on the edge of the bed, Steve standing in front of you. "Good girl."

You couldn't stop the involuntary shudder that ran down your spine at the pet name. Steve smirked at your reaction.

"We're going to go over the rules, okay? There aren't many." He waited until you nodded to continue. "First off: We won't tolerate disobedience. You'll do as you're told when you're told, and you'll drop the backtalk. Got it?"

You couldn't understand the fear that settled in your gut. You should be angry—furious—at him for trying to control you, but you were just unbelievably scared. They held all the power here. You were helpless.

"Second rule," Steve growled, "you answer when Bucky or I talk to you."

"Okay," you forced out. Steve's expression relaxed a little.

"Good. Until you can show Bucky and me that you're ready to move upstairs with us, you'll stay down here. We bought you some books already, but if you want anything else to keep you entertained, just tell us. We'll get you anything you want, within reason. And you can make as much noise as you want down here—we soundproofed it. Doesn't mean you won't get punished for causing a ruckus, though."

Your lower lip wobbled a little as you responded with, "I understand."

"You will treat us with respect. You'll use your manners, you'll be sweet. You will accept what we give you, and you'll do as you're told when you're told.

"You disobey us, you will be punished. And trust me, Bucky and I can get pretty creative when we want to be. Your attitude at the dinner table was your only warning."

"I understand," you said quietly. "I'm sorry."

The apology slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

"Buck and I will do everything we can to make you happy and comfortable. That's our job, sweetheart, to make you happy." He gently cupped your cheek, his hand so warm you had to stop yourself from leaning into his touch. "You already make us so happy, we just want to return the favor."

You frowned at that, confused. Steve could see the wheels turning in your head, an amused smile on his face.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?"

"Why am I here?" you asked carefully, your shoulders tense as you avoided his gaze. "I just—I don't understand."

Steve sighed, squatting down so he was level with you. "Because, sweetheart, we need you. You are perfect for us, baby, I knew that the moment I first saw you on the ice. The way you danced was so—so beautiful, you know? Like you were walking on water. I saw the way you seemed to relax, like every burden was being lifted off your shoulders. It's the only time you've seemed truly free. You're always so busy, sweetheart; between classes and practice, when do you have time for yourself? You're gonna work yourself to death, baby. We can help you, we can make you happy. I know you don't understand right now, but we are what you need.

"And you'll make us happy. We want you with us, want you in our relationship. We love you, sweetheart, we just want to show you that we love you."

You didn't realize you were crying until Steve brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away a tear.

"I know it's a lot, baby, but it's the truth. We're gonna take care of you, princess. You'll be safe here."

Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap, wringing your dress through your fingers. The fearful pout on your face had Steve trying to stop a smile. The crease between your brows was just too cute.

"But—I was happy," you sniffled. "I love skating, I love dancing. . . I was going to graduate in the spring. You're taking my life away, why can't you see that?"

"We know it's tough, doll," Bucky said, leaning against the threshold, his arms crossed against his chest. "We know it'll take some time for you to acclimate to your new life, but if you're patient with us, we'll be patient with you."

"No. You don't understand—" Your fear was quickly dissipating into anger. They weren't listening to you, they weren't going to listen. "I don't want to be here. You say you care about me? That you want to make me happy? Then let me go, please."

Steve sighed, looking back towards Bucky. His gaze turned hard as he looked back at you. "You're staying with us. We'll talk about some things we can get you to keep you from growing bored."

Your face fell at his comment.

"My ma used to cross-stitch," Bucky commented. "I would watch her and my sister go at it for hours. I'm sure it isn't too hard to figure out."

"Or knitting?" Steve piped. "You ever knit, sweetheart?"

You shook your head after a moment, appalled that they were having this conversation so nonchalantly. Rage radiated within you, angry tears threatening to spill past your lashes as you dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

"There anything you like to do, princess?" Steve asked.

You shrugged simply, looking down at your hands. Steve frowned, opening his mouth to speak when Bucky stopped him, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, doll, think about it for a bit." He gave you a small smile before giving Steve an exasperated look. "Stevie and I'll take the dishes upstairs, why don't you go ahead and get ready for bed?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding.

"Good girl, we'll be back down in a bit."

You watched them leave, the big heavy door locking you in behind them. You felt numb—fuzzy—like you weren't actually there. Or maybe you were just hoping you weren't. That maybe this was all some drunken-induced nightmare. Maybe you had drunk too much and wound up in an alcohol-induced coma.

You stood, stiffly walking toward the dresser. You shuffled through the drawer, looking for something suitable to sleep in. All you could find were silky slip ons and vintage nightgowns with lace on the hems and little bows—you hated it. You hated how they picked your wardrobe like you were a doll, how they were keeping you down here like a. . . a pet. Like you were a puppy they chose to take home from a shelter, keeping you in the basement to acclimate you to the house.

You groaned in frustration, slamming the drawer shut. You pace back and forth between the width of the room, pulling at your hair as you tried to put your thoughts together. Your head was spiraling, completely overwhelmed as you drowned in rage and fear and stress until you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You jumped as you heard the door unlocking, turning your head just in time to see Steve enter the room. You frowned, watching him wearily as he smiled at you, closing the door behind him. "Hey, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" It slipped past your lips before you really thought about it, mouth clamping shut as soon as you saw the way Steve's jaw clenched.

"Made you some hot chocolate," he said, holding up a mug. "Sprinkled some cinnamon in it, just how you like."

You felt your stomach drop. You blinked once, twice, swallowing the bitter disgust that was threatening to overflow your senses. "Oh, um. . . thank you."

He moved to set it down on the nightstand, turning back to you. "Why haven't you changed yet?"

"I—uh—I just—" You looked down at your florally dress, eyes flitting back up to meet his. "I couldn't decide what to wear," you lied.

Steve watched your eyes flick to the side, your hands playing with the fabric of the skirt of your dress. He smiled, stepping close to you and hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. "Why don't we go find something, huh? Come on."

He wrapped his hand around yours and guided you to the dresser, opening up a drawer. He started to shuffle through the clothing. "Let's see. . . how 'bout this, sweetheart?"

He pulled out a little black silk slip-on, holding it up by the straps. Your jaw dropped, completely appalled as tears quickly began to well in your eyes in panic. You had just started to stutter out an answer when Steve chuckled.

"I'm just kidding, sweetie, relax."

Your stomach flipped as you watched him smile—a genuine smile that split his lips and showed off his pearly white teeth. You blinked, stunned, taking in the smile lines in the corner of his eyes and the barely-there dimples on his cheeks.

"How 'bout this one?"

He showed off a modest nightgown with strings laced up the neckline, doily lace trimming the hem of the collar and the skirt and pink bows decorating the fabric. You scowled, barely stopping a grimace from spreading across your lips. Steve caught it anyway, huffing out a laugh.

"Not that one either, huh? Okay. . . . What about this one?"

He pulled out a sleeveless silk sleep-dress with lace tracing the neckline and the straps. The color of the silk reminded you of something a newly wed would wear on her wedding night, that off-white ivory that many women dreamed of. Knowing that was probably the simplest nightgown you had, you let out a sigh, your shoulders dropping.

"That one works," you told him.

Steve beamed, his eyes sparkling as he shut the dresser drawer, handing you the nightdress. "Alright then, go ahead and get changed."

You nodded, giving him a small smile back as you went to turn. He caught your arm, his grip firm yet gentle. "Where ya goin'?"

You frowned at him. "The . . . bathroom? To change?"

His grip on your arm tightened for only a second, enough to send a shudder down your spine. You bit the inside of your cheek to try to steel yourself, hoping you didn't look like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"You don't need to go to the bathroom to change, doll. You can do it right here."

"But—"

"Now, sweetheart. I won't ask again."

You nodded, shuffling the sweater off your shoulders. You ducked your head, your hands wringing the sweater tightly. "Could you—um—could turn around, at least? Please?"

Steve sighed and you dropped your gaze. "Fine. But you're gonna have to learn to get used to Buck and me eventually."

You nodded and watched as he turned, thanking him. You were quick to unzip the dress and let it pool at your feet. You struggled to unclasp the bra, grunting in annoyance when it wouldn't come undone.

"You need some help, sweetheart?" Steve taunted. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"No."

You decided to just slide the straps off your arms and shuck the bra down your body until you were able to step out of it, dropping it on the floor and pulling the nightgown over your head. It was shorter than you anticipated, the hem reaching mid-thigh instead of your knees.

"Okay, you can turn around."

Steve took two steps and he was facing you again, smirking down at you.

"You should drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold," he said.

"Oh, uh—right." You sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping your fingers around the mug before you took a small sip. Steve watched you intently, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. "So —um. . . where's Sergeant Barnes?"

"He's finishing the dishes," Steve told you. "Should be down here soon. Why, you miss him already?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, your fingers tapping against the ceramic of the mug as you sputtered out your answer. "N-no, it—it's not—I was just curious, is all."

Steve chuckled. You swallowed nervously, taking a prolonged sip from your mug—mainly as an excuse to avert your eyes from Steve's gaze. You kept silent, focusing on the warmth that flooded your chest every time you took a sip of your hot chocolate. You blinked lazily, your body feeling heavier. Steve sat down next to you, and as you turned your gaze you realized for the first time he had changed. Before, he was wearing trousers and a button-up shirt. Now, though, he's in sweatpants and a plain white shirt.

"Bucky thinks you'd like a record player down here," he said, "something so it isn't so quiet. We could get you some cd's, some records. Does that sound good?"

Not how does that sound? or would you like that? But does that sound good? He wasn't giving you any other option but to comply. To be okay with his decision. You blinked again, finding it harder to open your eyes this time as you nodded, muttering a soft, "yeah."

Steve smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. You jumped, spine going rigid as you felt his lips split into a grin against your skin.

"You're too cute, babydoll."

You swallowed, sucking in a shaky breath, bringing the near-empty mug to your lips. You couldn't tell if it was the trembling in your arms or if your hands were really shaking, but you gripped the ceramic tighter so you wouldn't drop it. You had never been called that before. Babydoll. You always hoped you would have a partner who would call you by that pet name, but the few boys you dated in high school and freshman year of college were. . . shallow. Your second boyfriend hardly ever told you he loved you. But—even still—you never thought the first time someone would call you that would be a situation as fucked up like this one.

The loud click of the lock broke you from your thoughts, the solid steel door opening slowly. Bucky Barnes stepped in, shutting the door behind him, smiling at you as you heard the dreaded lock click again.

"Hey, doll," he greeted. He ran his flesh hand through his cropped hair, smiling down at you as he crossed over to you and Steve.

You honestly couldn't tell if you acknowledged him or not. Your vision was clouding and your eyelids felt heavy like you could fall asleep in a second if the two men would let you.

"She drink her hot chocolate?" you heard Bucky ask.

"Practically chugged it," Steve answered. You frowned, not understanding their words. You looked down at your empty mug precariously, your brow furrowed as you tried to look for something obvious. Like a roach.

You shivered as Bucky took the mug from you, his fingers ghosting over yours and he smiled. You shuddered again, goosebumps rising upon your skin when Steve started combing his hand through your hair.

"What's the matter, baby?" Bucky asked. "You cold?"

It took you a moment to answer, your eyelids closed, as you mumbled out a soft, "yeah."

You felt Bucky's hovering presence leave for only a moment before it returned; you cracked your eye open to see him holding out a cardigan sweater.

"Go on."

You took it with a soft 'thank you,' and pulled the woven wool over your shoulders. It was so soft against your skin, you hugged your arms around your body as the plush fuzz tickled your bare arms, letting out a sigh. Your head started to droop after you closed your eyes and Steve had to nudge your chin up with his finger. You heard him chuckle.

"I think that's our queue to go to bed," he said. Your world was spinning then, as two hands came under the crooks of your shoulders and lifting you. You let out a lazy yelp as Bucky plopped you down on the center of the bed. You bounced on the mattress a few times before you settled, your eyes falling on Steve as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Wha. . .wha're ya doin'?" you slurred, heart racing as you felt the bed dip.

"We're goin' to bed, baby," Bucky said like it was obvious, crawling into the bed beside you. You frowned at him, your mind foggy as you tried to wrap your brain around what was happening.

"I. . . no—I don't want—"

Steve shushed you, climbing into bed on the other side of you. His hand pressed against your chest, the width from his thumb to his pinky finger spanning across your entire front as he pushed you back with little effort. Your back landed on the plush mattress with a soft 'oof'. "You're just tired, sweetheart," he smiled. "Go to sleep."

You couldn't fight it. Their body heat engulfed you like a typhoon engulfing the mainland; it was overwhelming. You were imprisoned between the two supersoldiers and being forced into a slumber so violently it was like you were being smothered with a pillow. You let out a breathy whine as Bucky wrapped an arm around your torso.

"Hush, doll," Bucky cooed. "You're okay. Just close your eyes."

You fought some more, sluggishly flailing your arm and trying to bat away hands until Bucky had pinned you down, hugging your body flush to his. He crooned your name softly against your ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"You're alright, baby," he hushed. "Just relax, Stevie and I are right here. Just go to sleep, princess."

You didn't know if it was the drug or the cozy heat that radiated off of the supersoldiers—maybe it was both—but you drifted off soon after, your body feeling like maple syrup was running through your veins. Steve and Bucky watched as you settled down, your shoulders dropping as your breathing evened out.

"Is she asleep?" Bucky asked softly, lifting his head to look at Steve.

"Yeah, she passed out quick, I might've put too much of the sedative in her drink." Steve was on his side, arm under his pillow as he looked down at the girl curled against his chest.

"I told you, she isn't very big—half a dose would've done the job just fine."

"I just want her to be comfortable," Steve pouted, letting out a sigh. "She was so scared earlier. I just wanna show her she doesn't have'ta be afraid."

"It'll just take some time, Stevie," Bucky told him. "Soon enough, she'll see that this is what's best for her, I promise."

"Yeah." Steve paired with your hair, listening to your soft snores as silence filled the room.

Steve agreed with Bucky—it was too quiet down there. Apart from your small breaths, Steve could only hear the quiet buzz of silence. He thought about records he and Bucky could get you; you liked soft music—acoustic and folk/indie. You really liked an artist named Taylor Swift. Steve tried to ask Bucky if he knew who she was, but he didn't, so Steve ended up downloading her entire discography onto his phone—with Sam's help, who refuses to leave him alone about it. Steve actually liked a lot of her songs; he thought they suited you.

"Do you think it's too dark in here?" Bucky's low voice seemed to echo throughout the silent room.

Steve had been thinking the same thing. There was only a little night light plugged into the bathroom, so you had a little bit of guidance, but they'd have to get you another—maybe in the other room, if they got one bright enough. You were used to the city noise, the light seeping through the cracks of your blinds.

"Yeah," Steve whispered back. "We could get her another nightlight?"

Bucky hummed in response. "Maybe something that sits on her nightstand? It'd be a little brighter than a plug-in."

"Yeah, we'll look for something in the morning."

They stayed quiet for a while, both supersoldiers admiring you while you slept soundly between them. Steve ran his fingers through your hair while Bucky's traced shapes over your bare thigh under the blankets.

"This is perfect, Stevie," Bucky smiled, breaking the silence, reaching over you to grab Steve's hand.

Steve lulled in agreement, still watching the way your chest rose softly with your quiet breaths. "We waited so long for this, Buck, to have her here. She's gonna learn to love us, We just need to be patient."

"I just. . . she's right here, Steve. We're holding her and all I wanna do is fuck her until she can't think—but she's so scared. I don't wanna scare her."

"I know," Steve sighed. "But soon we won't have to control ourselves, she'll be begging for us soon enough."

Bucky had to stifle a groan just thinking about it — about how your little voice would sound begging for his cock, begging him to fuck you silly.

You shuffled between the two of them, letting out the smallest grunt as you readjusted. Bucky gripped your hip to still you, his thumb rubbing small circles into the divot of your hip. You stopped squirming, letting out a small huff before you relaxed.

"She's restless," Bucky noted quietly like he was talking to himself.

"Side effect of the sedative," Steve said. "We'll have to play around with the dosage. Maybe try half a dose tomorrow night, see if even that's too much."

Bucky nodded. "She'll need to eat more tomorrow, too. What she ate at dinner wasn't nearly enough."

"She had a big day," Steve countered. "She was hungover, for one. And she was a little shell-shocked, poor baby couldn't wrap her pretty head around all this."

Bucky huffed out a laugh as Steve grinned.

"I love you, Stevie."

"I love you too, Buck."

--

Your body protested the first time you woke up. Your senses were fuzzy, only half awake as you protested with a high pitched whine, curling in on yourself. You were so warm, so comfortable, it was lulling you back to sleep as you were struggling to wake.

"Shh, babygirl." There was a hand carding through your hair, drifting you back into slumber. "It's alright, go back to sleep."

You were too tired to actually comprehend the voice, or the hands in your hair and on your hip, running up and down your waist. You were too lagged to feel the two bodies crowding you between them, trapping you between their heat.

You drifted off again just as you felt the lingering touch of lips on your cheek.

The second time you awoke, you were much colder. Maybe that's why it was easier to open your eyes. It was pitch black in your room and for a moment you worried it was still the middle of the night—until you felt the bedsheets. It wasn't nighttime, there just weren't any windows in your prison. It could be noon and you wouldn't be able to tell.

You forced yourself into a sitting position, groaning when your head started to throb so violently you thought it was going to explode. You leaned forward to search for the edge of the bed, yelping as your hand never touched the mattress and you went toppling off the edge. You landed on the floor with a dull 'thump', pulling the covers down with you. You weren't able to catch yourself in time before your head smacked onto the floor.

"Fuck. . . ." you whimpered, shakingly bringing a hand up to your forehead. The lights flipped on, and two pairs of hands were on in less than a second.

"What happened, doll? Are you okay?" It was Bucky. His hands rested on your forearms as he pulled you up, cradling you to his chest. Steve's fingers grazed the bump that had started to form along your hairline and you winced, trying to escape the pain that jolted through your head. "C'mon babydoll, use your words."

"She hit her head," Steve said gently.

"M'fell," you grumbled, clutching at your temples.

"Why don't you let Stevie look at it, princess?" Bucky coaxed, hooking his finger under your chin and turning you to face Steve. You let out a high pitched whine in protest as you were forced out of the darkness the crook of Bucky's arm provided, your eyes closed as your head throbbed in the light. Bucky shushed you, his fingers running through your hair gingerly.

"She might have a concussion," Steve mumbled to himself, his thumb just barely grazing the contusion. "Nothing major."

You grumbled out a garbled response and burrowed your face back into the crook of Bucky's arm.

"No, baby, I need you to look at me."

When you refused to move your head, Bucky kissed your hair, whispering to you, "C'mon, precious. All you gotta do is look at Stevie for a little bit, then we'll turn the lights back off. Can you do that for us?"

You were quiet for a moment before you looked back up at Steve, cracking your eyes open. He smiled at you, sneaking a quick look at Bucky before he returned his focus to you. He holds his pointer finger up in front of your face and tells you to follow it with your eyes. He glided his finger to the left first, and your gaze followed until the appendix left your vision. He did the same thing to the right side. Your head was pulsating under your skull and you had to close your eyes, squeezing the bridge off your nose to alleviate some of the pressure.

"She has a small concussion," Steve confirmed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on it. Nothing else we can do about it."

"Get off me," you scowled, shoving yourself out of Bucky's lap. You were shaky as you stood, tripping over yourself before you found your balance.

"We're just making sure you're okay, doll." Bucky grabbed Steve's hand to keep him from shouting at you.

"You're the reason I fell in the first place," you grumbled, scoffing as you rubbed your temples. They were the ones who brought you to this basement, it was their fault you couldn't find the edge of the bed when it was so god damn dark.

"What'd you say, sweetheart?"

"Let it go, Steve," Bucky pleaded. Steve didn't listen.

You didn't have time to even blink before he was on you, hand gripping your jaw tightly and shoving you against the wall.

You winced when the back of your head collided with the wall, his fingers digging into your jawline.

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?" he scowled.

A whimper escaped your lips, your small fingers wrapping around his large wrist.

"St—stop."

"Last chance, Sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," you squeaked. "I—I didn't mean it. . . I'm sorry."

Steve closed his eyes, inhaling like he was physically restraining himself, and stepped back. He let go of you and you gasped for breath, doubling over and wheezing.

"I'm not gonna tell you again," Steve glowered. "We won't tolerate your attitude. That was your last warning."

You nodded furiously, tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

"Get dressed," Steve ordered, motioning for Bucky to stand up. "We'll be back down with breakfast in a few minutes."

[thispabulum-blog]

A Wink's as Good as a Nod

What's the Tea? Tuesday

When we last left our heroes, Cuddlebug and I were having a nice, busy day.

Tuesday doesn't seem to exist.

Wednesday night we attempted to watch John Wick 2, but the definitely legal website we were using wasn't cooperating. We made a nice fast food run to grab some Wendy's (my God, Wendy really knows how to do lemonade, y'know?).

Few things make this boy as happy as watching a movie - or, more specifically, someone agreeing to watch a movie with him. If only I could get him to watch bad movies.

Thursday Cuddlebug woke me up by eating cereal at his desk, which I've asked him not to do while I'm sleeping (he apologized). I was supposed to have a cute date with Deep Dish, but he had to cancel because one of his kids was sick and he needed to take them to the doctor. And then Cuddlebug quit his job.

It was an eventful morning. Since he didn't have to go to work, we spent a few hours in bed.

For dinner we actually cooked together, which is somehow a thing we hadn't done up to that point. It worked really well, except that I burned my hand being a little careless throwing salmon into a pan and also by not realizing that salmon fucks up my stomach something awful.

We started the most recent season of Better Call Saul. We have not finished it, so no spoilers.

Later I got to finally have Cuddlebug watch (500) Days of Summer, having previously established that he doesn't really understand the concept of Manic Pixie Dream Girls. His thoughts:

It was a very well-made movie. I liked pretty much everything. I hated the characters.

Yeah, he gets it.

For the record, Dr. Strangelove did not.

Friday I had a migraine, and nothing would touch it. I spent most of the day time-traveling to collect art in Animal Crossing, one of my favorite meta-gaming pastimes.

My head hurt so badly that I didn't want to watch Better Call Saul, but I told Cuddlebug I'd be willing to watch a movie if it was something I'd seen. So he pulled out his list and we landed on Arrival.

CB: I think this might be my favorite extraterrestrial movie.

Me: Yeah? What's your second favorite?

CB: I'm not sure, they're mostly shit. The Thing?

After the movie I was feeling hungry, and I ended up picking out a can of biscuits that I guess had been in the fridge for quite some time, because they goddamn EXPLODED out of the can as soon as I started to open it - so much so that three of the biscuits were mangled and I had to squish them back into shape. If I'd recorded that it would have been hilarious.

Saturday I had what I refer to as a "migraine hangover", where the localized area of intense pain seemed to have dissipated and was now a low-level sensitivity spread out over my entire head, threatening to flare up. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it felt really...raw. Idk. Migraines are weird.

Cuddlebug was nice enough to only bitch a little about dropping me off at his favorite Chinese restaurant to have lunch with Dr. Strangelove - I think mostly because it compelled him to run his errands and he didn't want to yet.

Lunch went okay. The food was great - except I thought I ordered beef with broccoli and she definitely bought me a plate of broccoli, and I didn't feel like being assertive enough to correct her. I fucking love broccoli, though. Conversation was okay and he didn't ask any of his usual weird/difficult questions. I didn't feel great, so we didn't hang out terribly long.

Back at the Cuddlebug house I got a short lecture about recycling after putting a can in the garbage, which included the stupidest possible explanation of what is recyclable: "Anything magnetic, anything flammable, anything that holds liquids efficiently" so nobody listen to my boyfriend when he talks about anything, please.

That evening, I connected some dots that I really should have been smart enough to put together sooner, and realized that one of my biggest migraine triggers is mold (especially food mold), and Cuddlebug hasn't really cleaned out his fridge since his roommates moved out.

He tried to get me to come into the kitchen while he was making dinner, and I explained this to him. He was instantly horrified, and kicked me out of the kitchen so he could start throwing things out. He's a good kid.

Also. He was getting ready to make some pasta with chicken for dinner, and he was like "Oh no, the chicken isn't thawed all the way. Do you want me to use bacon instead?" (and I did NOT because I know how long that bacon has been in the fridge and how poorly it's stored) so I made him let me feel the chicken and I told him "Nah, it's mostly thawed. Actually it'll be a lot easier to cut up if it's still a little frozen, and since you're sautéing the pieces they'll cook just fine." And of course he piped up "Wow, you were right!" once he'd done it. I like it when I can teach him a thing, and he integrates that into his life.

But it's a good tip in general. Chicken can be particularly difficult to cut (especially if your knives aren't super sharp) because it moves around so much, but if it's a bit frozen it's usually stiff enough to stay still. I've done the same with beef, and also cheese.

My head felt so much better after dinner! So much so that we went on an ice cream run, where we purchased our own half-gallons of the two most different ice cream flavors - Double Vanilla for the boy, Denali Extreme Moose Tracks for me.

Sunday morning I got a very cute text from Item 9 which was just a picture of a (beautiful) pancake he made. Success! I knew he could do it.

Cuddlebug offered to take me to lunch before he drove me home, and we ended up at my favorite Indian buffet. It was delicious, and I got him to try some new things that he hadn't had before.

There was this table of 5 college-age guys two tables over from us. They weren't being super loud, but we could hear their entire conversation. And for some reason, they kept talking about rats. Like "oh we found this rat in our apartment" "at least it was just one rat" "it's never just one rat" "my girlfriend was freaking out because she hates rats", which is...not great lunch conversation. And every time I thought they had moved on, they'd bring it up again. Finally I was like "Hey guys! Could you please stop talking about rats?" And they did! And they weren't dicks about it.

I hate confrontation, so I'm glad this one worked out.

Monday was a nothing day. I watched The Masked Singer, applied for jobs, played Animal Crossing, prayed for summer to be over - and with the forecast this week, that one might actually be happening.

[izayoichan]

Rylan reaching upstairs finding Hayden in his tub filled with cold water and some ice cubes just for good measure. 

“How’s things?” “Pretty Chill!” “Ouch, that was bad, even for you! Why don't you go downstairs dad, I'll help Hayden.” “Alright, we'll get everything ready down there then.”

Hayden looks at Rylan wondering a little why he is there, as he knows all he had to do was shout and Chris would have taken him down to the others. Vy looks at him and whispers as if saying it out loud would break something. 

“I believe you... “

He squeezes his hand, looking down.

“I would miss you all so much. And I believe you, that's why I am scared because I believe you and I want everything you tell me to be true. You're my family! I feel like you're my family.” “We feel like family because we are family”

He remembers the pizza, turning his head quickly. 

“A family about to have homemade Pizza “

He gives Vy a quick hug before he goes to take the Pizza out as Chris walks in. 

“Oooh, this smells nice!”

Rylan helps his brother out of the bath and over to his bedroom, finding him some light pants and boxers, standing with both in his hands, suddenly stopping, just looking at Hayden.

“Rylan...? Hey, nono, don't go there”

He pushes himself off the bed and walks over to him.

“Hey, look at me, come here... “

he leads Rylan back to the bed sitting him down, understanding why he came up now, Hayden being the best at snapping him out of his panic attacks. 

“Rylan, tell me about Flynn, and how he loses his soul?”

Rylan takes a deep breath, looking at Hayden, anxiety making him shudder, then starts rambling quickly everything that jumps into his mind... 

“Slow, I can't understand you.”

He has done this a few times now and getting him to focus on something, often going into detail on it, and forcing him to speak slowly. Rylan looking at him, their eyes locked as he slows down, breathing deeply, starting over, while handing Hayden his clothes. 

Vy smiles at Chris. Suddenly realizing just how tired he is, both physically and emotionally. It took him a fun day to realized he missed normality, he missed having fun and good days. 

“I think after pizza... I might need to go to bed”

He stretches and looks at the pizza that Hayle is taking out of the oven. 

“You’ll have to cool a few slices for Hayden, mister Hayle…” “I will, and you should do that, get a good night’s rest. 

He takes the pizza over to the table, taking two slices, cooling them on a plate, the temperature in the room lowering, yet oddly not just around the pizza he just took out.  “Rylan, Hayden, Dinner!”

Hayden looks at Rylan who nods and lifts him up.

“Pineapple?” “On your side, yes. Weirdo!”

He smiles, happy his brother helped him out of it, impressed by how he does it. It seems to be by far the most effective way of handling it.

“Coming dads!”

Vy watches the pizza, starts zoning out again, smacking his face on the island counter and waking up with a yelp.

“Sorry!”

He blinks eyes repeatedly and rubs face.

“Owwww…” “Maybe you should just go get some sleep? I'll save some pizza for you if you want?

Hayle looks a little worried at him as Rylan enters the room carrying Hayden, putting him on the chair next to Vy. Hayden just looking at them wondering what he has missed, as he has clearly missed something.”

“More pizza for us! I'm joking Vy, sorry.” “No... no! I'm okay! I can have pizza!” “Well, I say let’s dig in!”

Rylan grabs the chips and the bearnaise as well, putting it so they can just grab some when they want, wishing that River was here, as he grabs a pizza slice, Hayden, looking at Vy as his dad brings him the chilled pizza slices, taking a bite.

“Oh, nice! You guys are getting good!” “Well we have a very good teacher”

Vy picks a slice himself

“I saw another pizza recipe I wanna try, where the dough is made of broccoli and it looks delicious!”

He smiles, taking a bite into a piece of pineapple pizza.

“Like, green pizza!” “I'd try it, have to test if its tasty cold. “Broccoli pizza... I am not convinced!” “Figures mr I hate my vegetables!” “ I don't need to eat, why eat icky things!?”

Hayden laughs and shakes his head at his brother and his dad’s banter.

“Doesn't mean you aren’t what you eat!”

He sticks his tongue out at his brother as he takes another bite of the pizza.

“Says the one who has pineapple on Pizza!” “ Vegetables are good and tasty! I'll make broccoli pizza for you! It has a lot of cheese!”

He smiles, finishing his slice and reaching for a second one.

“Just serve it and don’t tell him what it is, we had vegetables in his favorite meatballs when he was a kid, a picky eater is what he is!” “Oi!”

Hayden just shakes his head chuckling them, enjoying another family dinner together.

“I'll tell him the truth. You'll learn to like veggies with me!”

He chuckles, and drinks a bit of soda, taking one more bite of his pizza, watching them eat. As they eat and talk, he slowly starts dozing off, laying his head against Hayden's shoulder, unfinished pizza slice in hand. Hayden looking at him as he feels the weight off his head on his shoulder. Putting an arm around him just so he can sleep like that for a little while.

“So who is sleeping with me tonight then?”

He notices both Hayle and Rylan raise their hands.

“Wow.. both of you huh.” “Yeah, I need someone to bounce ideas off when you’re awake, and try and keep dad from it, I dare you.”

Hayden just chuckles, gently playing with Vy's hair, a little worried with him, knowing he used way too much energy to just keep him going.

“I'll take him to his room, we have done some changes to it, he probably hasn't noticed since he is always in yours.”

He gently lifts the sleeping dragon into his arms, letting his son kiss his cheek gently before he takes him upstairs. Smiling as he hears a chirp escape Vy noticing he is clinging to him, wondering if he thinks perhaps it is Hayden carrying him, deciding not to ask for now. His room now has a fully open roof, no glass, instead, the cold is kept out with a magic shield Hayle had set up. That way both sun and moon could shine in and help charge him up. The room was also slightly warmer than the rest off the house so he could sleep without freezing.

“Now then, you have a good sleep”.

He sits on the bed like him and his husband had talked about, noticing that Vy looks at him when he puts him down, clearly, a bit confused at first, but then he sees him and calms down.

“Sleep Vy, I'll wake you if I feel the slightest change in Hayden.”

He smiles at Vy, wanting to do what he would have done with his own kids, but a little uncertain Vy would take that well.

“You can use me as a bed if you want, my kids do that so, you are welcome to as well.“

Vy looks at Chris, then at the sky, seeing all the stars, pretty sure this was not in his room when he first moved in there.

“I have nightmares sometimes... “

He scoots closer to Chris, so he can feel his presence, though he doesn't entirely hold on to him, a bit awkward, not knowing if it would be alright, but just being close enough to calm him down

“please wake me up if I have nightmares... “ “I will.”

He closes his eyes, quickly dozing back to sleep. While he sleeps he actually scoots closer to Chris, clinging to the side on his shirt. Chris adjusts his position slightly and lifts him so he can hold him to make him feel safe, doing just what he does with all his kids when they are upset.

“You sleep well Vy.”

He looks up at the stars, half pondering on making one of these for him and Hayle’s bedroom, in the kitchen Hayden sits quietly having finished his food, not really feeling like eating any more than two slices knowing his stomach didn’t like too much food at once.

“I wish he didn't…” “We all do, which it's why it is good he gets a night’s sleep.” “Yeah…”

He knows he will miss him, but with his dad and brother there, it would be good. Not that he would ever say it out loud, but after being told his heart had stopped on several occasions, he wasn't exactly feeling like sleeping alone.

“So you get to help me plot and plan instead.”

He takes another pizza slice, munching on the chips and the sauce, noticing his dad looking at them.

“Plot and plan?” “Yeah, we decided to start up D&D again. Have some fun.” “Oooh, good, then this time we can have homemade dinners!” “Oh wow, that's going to be a shock for them.” “A good one though.”

Hayden watches as Hayle and Rylan start to clean, before he finds himself in his brother’s arms and Carried up to his room, where the tv comes on with a movie, as he and Rylan discuss d&d until Hayden falls asleep.

“I like your idea, with River’s character.” “It was Vy's idea actually.” “It's a nice idea, imagine the surprise when he comes back.”

Rylan looks at his dad and nods, this day has been the first in a while where he has forgotten all about the dream world, and stayed in his real world. And he had to admit, it did feel quite nice. In general, this entire day, or well evening had been nice, they would need to do more off them

Beginning - Previous - Next

[bebestar-lou]

Having a crush on Gryffindor!Johnny

Quick Disclaimer: I've never written anything like this before and English is my second language so I hope it turned out alright :)

so like it all started very innocent

you just had a crush on a Gryffindor boy

nothing big right, everyone has a crush from time to time

or at least that was your opinion

But your two best friends had a different way of seeing these kind of things

Mark and Yeri couldn't stop gushing about it

They made sure to not tell anyone, yeah, they'd never do that intentionally

but everytime they'd see your crush they would whip out an entire notebook, writing down every lottle detail about the things he did

your crush being Johnny by the way

but your friends would write down E V E R Y T H I N G he did in order to evaluate whether he'd be a good match or nah

They really just wanted to do their best to make you happy

and you appreciated it. You really did

but when Mark almost ran full force into a wall, after an intense session of stalking Johnny, you had enough of it

you loved your friends but it annoyed you to no end how they couldn't stay out of your business

so when the three of you were standing in an empty hallway you scolded them about it

telling them how your crush wouldn't be a big deal and how they should start focusing on their own love interests

you obviously knew they had a thing for each other but they....just.... didn't

anyway

so you just finished scolding your friends, being obviously pissed about their behavior

when Johnny and one of his friends come walking around the corner, chatting the day away

and you hoped to God that they hadn't heard anything

and they didn't seem to, they just greeted Y'all with a nice wave and then left you there to finish your conversation

you didn't want them to hear anything about your conversation so you just took a turn and went back to your dorm, leaving Yerim and Mark behind

fast forward to the weekend

it was hogsmeade weekend

and you'd love to go

you really wanted to

but you're so forgetful you missed to ask your parents to sign the permission slip for you

so you had to stay back at the castle trying not to die of boredom

Johnny caught wind of that

and he kinda just decided to stay at hogwarts

for you

The only problem was... he didn't tell you.... so.... he spent his entire day searching do you. without success

Around evening he gives up and goes to sit down on one of the stairs, sulking

Alone

It was about dinner time so you made your way towards the great hall, eager to get some of that nice hogwarts food after spending the entire day doing your homework

On your way there you passed Johnny, silently wondering what had his energetic ass go this sulky and quiet

He spotted you out of the corner of his eyes and,,,, his face brightened up big time

Which honestly confused you but you weren't sure whether you should go talk to him or rather keep walking to go get the food you were longing for.

You took the option more important to you... and so you kept walking, shooting him just a small confused smile before redirecting your attention to the way ahead

Johnny couldn't leave it at that and nearly jumped onto his feet, hurriedly catching up to you all the while trying to keep his cool

He couldn't

Even your dense ass noticed that he was trying hard to keep up something.... That honestly wasn't even there

Anyway so he comes up to you and asks you what you've been up to all day

So you tell him that you've been studying in your room

And two realizations hit him

One: He totally forgot that 500 page essay he had to write for potions

Two: He was pretty dumb for being a flat A student

His hand found its way onto the back of his head, scratching his scalp in his attempt of trying to cover up his embarrassement

You weren't sure whether you should be embarrassed, amused or just confused

So you just went for the most logic option and went,,, awkward,,,

So now you two were walking alongside each other with an awkward aura following you into the great hall

You were about to kind of just try to slide to your table when he suddenly stops you

He really didn't want to let you go just like that

Also he didn't really feel like spending another day of hopeless searching

So his emotions kind of overreacted and he grabs your wrist, seeming a bit panicked blurting out an

'do you want to go out with me?'

And like you were kind of.... Confused...Shocked... And embarrassed.... And oh my God was that the feeling of your cheeks getting hot?

You kind of just stared at him in shock

Because truth be told he almost screamed that into your face

As he realized that as well he let go off your wrist, his hand finding the back of his head again

'I- I'm sorry'

You just shook your head in an attempt of telling him that it wasn't a big deal

BUT HE JUST ASKED YOU A YES OR NO QUESTION

AND YOUR REACTION WAS TO SHAKE YOUR HEAD

It confused him honestly, he was sure he heard you talking about him the other day

Jaehyun confirmed that he had heard it too

But he didn't want to press any further and make you uncomfortable or even scared

So he kind of just nodded, whispering a small 'sorry'

And finally you snapped out of your shock, now it being your turn to almost scream at him

'Oh no no, that's not what I meant. I- I mean- of course! I just- blanked?'

Your voice became quite towards the end but Johnny understood every word

And he was happy again

But also embarrassed

And so were you

Then your senses kicked in and you couldn't hold back a little snort

Which FINALLY broke that awkward, embarrassing tension that was going on as both of you just kind of chuckle-laughed

He nodded relieved and amused

'okay, I'll think of something creative'

You grinned and let out a hum in agreement

'You better!'

After deciding on a day and time you parted ways to go and sit at your house tables

You also took note of the fact that there were only a handful of students that caught up to your conversation, which made you sigh relieved

you sat down on your usual spot, hieving enormous amounts of food onto your plate

You were so deep into your task that you didn't notice the two pairs of eyes, staring at your head like you were Fluffys sister

Until you actually lifted your head and stared right back

'What?'

The innocent sounding question seemed to send your friends off to the moon

'WHAT?'

Yeri repeated your question as if it was the most ridiculous thing someone had ever asked

Mark was just sitting there, still kind of baffled by your previous interaction with the Gryffindor guy

'Your long term crush just asked you out and you're just sitting there..... Eating'

Yeri accusingly pointed her fork at you, waving it up and down as she continued talking

'you should be squealing. You should be gushing about it. Why are you just EATING?'

She wasn't wrong, your were indeed.... Eating

Cheeks filled with food, you weren't entirely able to answer her questions, though you weren't even sure if you could actually find any answers to them

You were just hungry

Anyway the point why I'm still writing about this is

You noticed how she was behaving a bit off

More off then usual

So you let your gaze slide to Mark, looking for answers

When he just kind of starts blushing

You go back to Yeri and she just starts,, blushing

And at first you're confused

But then you get it

You were being way cooler after being asked out by your crush then Yeri would probably ever be

And she just wanted to cover that embarassment up

So you grinned, all the while trying not to loose the food that was stuffed in your mouth

You weren't really able to talk so you just aggressively started to wiggle your eyebrows

Your friend almost screamed as she started to throw broccoli at you

'SHUT up!!'

You started laughing

All the food you tried to keep in started to plop down onto your plate and you almost choked on a carrot before your friends lost it and laughed along

So the three of you were sitting at your house table, laughing the whole situation away

And in the far there was Johnny, watching the situation unfold in silence, an amused smile on his face

He chose the right one and he couldn't wait for that date

[shysupernaturalfangirl]

Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Six

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: No longer doing word count

Warning(s): Cussing,

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805​ @heythereamigodude​ @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo @seppys-return-to-madness @jaylarkson

A/N: Please let me know throw my INBOX if you want to be tagged. Too many are commenting on the stories, it's making it hard to keep up!

Sitting on the table in the kitchen, Dean is stirring gravy on the stove while I strip the corn in the cob, the radio on the corner countertop is playing Sweet Home Alabama as Dean dances across the kitchen. Bobbing my head along to the beat of the music, Dean smirks at me as he turns the volume up a bit as I drop the shucked corn in the pot beside me. Dean grabs my hand, pulling me off the table, before twirling me around as I let out a loud laugh, the two of us dancing with the music, not a single care that it doesn't match the music playing. It seems our laughter draws an audience, because just as Dean dips me, the song turning off, Sam and Castiel are in the doorway of the kitchen, clapping.

"Oh, uh..." Dean lifts me back up, twirling me out of his arms so fast that I have to grasp the table I was previously occupying, the room spinning a bit. "Hey guys." I greet within my best ability.

"Food's gonna be a while." Dean states as he turns the music back down, and takes the pot of salted water and corn cobs, placing it on the stove.

"Oh, we were just checking out the commotion." Sam replies, causing me to blush as Dean nods, though in response to Sam, or to the beat of the new song, I'm not entirely sure.

"Indeed." Castiel states. "Carry on." I have to hid my wince at the way he says it, it sounds rehearsed, almost like being blind-read from a script before him. "Sam and I are going to do a beverage run. What would you like, Emily?" He asks.

"Oh, uh... Grape Crush, or Green Apple Fanta. I'm not large on alcohol, nor caffeine." I reply with little to no thought, a pure answer from the top of my head. The two of them smirk, before nodding as they disappear, and I turn back to the task at hand in the quiet of the kitchen, which is only punctured by the sound of the music. Grabbing a cutting board, I start cutting the tomatoes for the salad, humming along to the music under my breath. "Dean," I finally place the knife down, turning to his broad back as he turns halfway to me, keeping an eye on the pork chops at the same time as acknowledging me. "you have yet to ask. About... anything you saw that day." I cross my arms over my chest as he turns the occupied burners down for safety, and then turns to lean on the counter next to it, eyes roaming over me, studying me.

"Well, I don't make it a habit of digging into the past, when it's obviously something that you want to forget." He replies, causing me to smirk, and he narrows his eyes at me. "Alright Sweetheart, you want me to ask, I'll ask. The douchebag who was throwing and beating on you, what was his deal." If he notices how quickly I stiffens, turning back to my task as if he hadn't spoke at all is sure to worry him, the slight shaking in my arms and shoulders is the only giveaway of the event. "Hey hey hey, Emily, are you alright?" He asks softly, causing me to set the quivering knife down as I slowly turn back to him, and he smiles softly as I force myself to smile at him. "You don't gotta force yourself to say anything." He says softly, reaching up to caress my cheek, looking into my eyes as I bite my bottom lip, before looking away.

"He was my... Ex-fiance." I notice that he stiffens at my reply. "Daniel was manipulative, and accusing and he made me lose all of my friends, isolated me from my family, and made it so I was dependant on him. I didn't notice the signs of abuse, until he started to abuse me, and by then, it was too late. Nobody wanted to help me, or nobody believed me." My explanation causes Dean to look a bit distraught. "I managed to get a restraint order, and moved to a whole new town, new state, to get away. That was a couple weeks before I woke up here." My voice dies weakly, looking up at him sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." He apologizes as I tearfully shake my head.

"F-Forget it." I rub my eyes, wiping away all trace of tears as I smile up at him. "What do you say, we get this done? I'm nervous enough about meeting Jodie for the first time." He chuckles at that.

"Don't worry so much. She's like a big cuddly teddybear. Gruff and surly on the outside, but gentle and loving in the inside." Dean explains, causing me to giggle, shaking my head at him as he turns to the doorway, as if checking that she's not behind us when he's speaking. "Just, uh... Don't tell her I told you that, huh?"

"Hmm... I think I can be persuaded to keeping that secret." I tease, setting the knife down as I turn back to look at Dean as he scoffs and chuckles, looking at me.

"You are diabolical." He taunts, turning back to me, before leaning on the counter as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Alright, what can I bribe you with?"

"I wanna drive Baby!" I burst out with, causing his mouth to drop, surprise on his face as I bounce on the balls of my feet.

"You wanna drive-"

"You let Sam before! Come on, Dean! Please!" I beg, tugging at his arm, and giving my best puppy dog eyes to him. "I'll bake you some pie!" I offer in a sing-song type voice as he looks down at me, quirking his lips as I giggle, and lean up on my tip-toes. "Any. Kind. You. Like." He groans, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.

"Sweetheart, you don't fight fair." He pouts, leaning towards me as he strokes my cheek, causing my face to flush as I step back, and drop my face away. "One time. You can drive Baby, once."

"Really?!" I gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, thank you Dean! Thank you!" I throw my arms around him, hugging him as he chuckles, his hands falling to my waist in return, and I smile up at him. Suddenly, it's like electrical currents are running through my skin from his from where we touch, my heart is pounding as we look into each other's eyes. His thumbs start to stroke my love handles under my shirt, first in circles and occasionally up in down, causing my skin to hum as I struggle to breath, his fanfiction green eyes are on my own, it's like a magnetic pull, drawing the two of us closer until we're just a hair's breath away from each other.

"Hey Dean, I'm here- oh!" We both jump, Dean pushes me back, like we're two teens just caught doing something they're not supposed to be doing. "I-I'm so sorry! I-" Jodi turns to me with an apologetic smile. "Hi, I'm Jodi." She clears her throat, holding out her hand, which I shake as embarrassment floods and stings my cheeks. "You must be Emily."

"Y-Yes." She looks at Dean with a motherly reproachful look, before smiling at me once more as she shakes my hand. After she drops it, my face enflames even more as she looks between Dean and I with curiosity in her eyes. "I-I'll just let you two talk." I stammer out, scurrying towards the door.

"Hey," Dean calls after me, and turning to look at him, our eyes meet, and my breath hitches as we stand there, lost in each other's eyes.

"Dean! Emily! We're back!" Sam's shout draws my attention, and I dash out if the kitchen to help the other two with the drinks they bought. Shortly after the incident, Dean and I are converting the Map Table into a dinner table, placing piles of food on it, before moving chairs around, and everyone is sitting as I go around, pouring drinks for them.

"Em, sit down." Dean urges as he looks up at me, causing me to drop my head with a blush, shaking my head as I pour the last of the drinks, before I dash back into the kitchen as the over timer goes off. After checking the two pies and chocolate cake that are in the oven, I switch it off while leaving them in the oven to cool, before walking back out with the rest of the food in one arm, and the plates tucked in the other.

"Oh, sweetie, do you need help?" Jodie asks as she scoots the chair back to stand.

"No no, we've got it." Dean says and both he and Sam stand, coming over to relieve me of my burden, placing them on the table, and Dean scoots out a chair for me to sit in, before helping me scoot in. Jodie is watching this all with a delighted gleam in her eyes, looking rather impressed as she smiles in approval at me.

"So, Emily," Jodie starts as everyone starts to load uo their plates. "you seemed to have whipped these boys into shape. Look, they're even eating instead of gulping it down like it's going to run away!" She laughs as I let a soft giggle, stabbing a piece of chicken to put on my plate, before adding mashed potatoes and gravy.

"They just didn't get a lot of home-cooked meals in the past, being on the road 24/7. I mostly stay behind while they're on the hunts, and I always leave them both a plate in the fridge for when they get back." She smiles as I add some broccoli and cheese sauce to my plate, along with a scoop of stuffing.

"Yeah, Emily takes good care of us. Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam inquires, causing me to furrow my brow. "Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam says with a little more emphasis, causing me to discreetly look over at the older man, only to find him staring at me as a blush floods my cheeks. Suddenly something brushes my leg as Dean hollers in pain, jumping before he clears his throat.

"Yeah yeah. Em's the best." Dean mutters as he drops his gaze to his plate, shoveling his food into his mouth.

"So, Emily, how exactly did you meet the boys?" Jodie asks in a friendly tone, causing the boys to stiffen as Emily freezes.

"It's uh... A bit of a long story, and we're still not a hundred percent on the details." I explain slowly, before launching into detail about the way I met the boys abd Castiel, and by the time I'm done, she's gawping at me as I slowly start to blush, shoveling food into my mouth to I don't have to speak. Jodie continues to eat as she takes a long moment to process the information that I told her, long enough for me to worry that she might think I'm lying. I turn to Dean with frantic eyes, but he simply holds out a hand as he shakes his head, smirking at me as he looks towards Jodie, who stabs a piece of lettuce and tomato from her salad, before looking up at me.

"I suppose you're lucky to have woken up near the boys, huh? No telling who or what would be after you for the information you possess." She says, causing a cold sweat to break out on my forehead and neck, both of the boys and Castiel all freeze as well, as if the idea just hit them.

"And we've been letting you go on hunts with us." Sam groans as he faceplants into his hand, while Dean's grip tightens on his fork.

"The dangers just tripled on the playing field." Dean states as Jodie snorts.

"She's survived so far. Give her some credit boys." She scolds, causing them to actually look a bit sheepish. "You can handle yourself, right?"

"I would never put the boys, nor anyone else in danger. I would rather bite my tongue off and bleed to death, than hurt you guys." I reply, causing Dean to swallow thickly, within an audible gulp, his hands turning bone white around his silverware. Sam's frown deepens as he shakes his head in immense displeasure at the thought. Castiel shifts nervously in his chair as Jodie looks around at us, before I press my chair away from the table. "Well, I think I'll set the pies and cake out to cool." I state as I disappear into the kitchen as fast as I can.

~3rd POV~

The moment that Emily is out of sight and earshot, Jodie starts to saw into her chicken, watching Sam and Dean exchange looks, almost like they're having a silent conversation with each other. "Dean," His head snaps up at her voice as she points her fork towards the kitchen, a piece of tender chicken dangling from the end. "you look after that girl. Don't let her go."

"Don't let her go? What do you mean?" He asks, causing Jodie to shot Sam a look, as if to say 'is he serious?' to which Sam nods with an exhausted and forelorn look upon his face.

"Dean, even a blind man can see the attraction and tension between you two." Jodie says, scraping her food off her fork with a sharp clink noise.

"Dean, she's right." Sam chimes in. "You laugh and smile with Emily, like I have yet to see you do. You look at the pictures of Jess and I, and you can see the same look I have her, on your face when you look at Emily." Sam says as he takes a bite of his corn on the cob.

"Wait, what?" Dean snorts. "You saying that I'm in love with Emily?" He shakes his head. "No. No way am I in love with that outsider. She doesn't even understand our world, as much as she claims she might. She will never understand, because she is different than us. I will not drag her into a life where she'd be nothing but useless!" Dean's brow furrows at Sam's wide-eyed, grim expression.

"Well," Dean jumps, turning around to see Emily standing there with teary eyes. She slams the pie, dish and all, in her hands, on the table as she throws her oven mitts in her chair. "let me be the last to know where I'm not wanted." She states with a tight voice, before she walks out of the room.

"Way to go, Dean." Sam snaps as Jodie stands, looking at Dean as she shakes her head.

"That was the most cruel way to handle that, Dean." She scolds, hurrying out of the room after Emily.

Well, Dean screwed up. Again. It'd be too easy for them if I didn't throw in a little twist or two! You'll just have to stick around to see what happens next!

Also, sorry for the lack of content. I moved. Again. And I got a severe bout of insomnia, and depression. Things just were crazy and hectic. Anyway! Please enjoy, and I will try to have the next chapter written and up soon. Love you all, my fabulous readers! Remember, my inbox is always open.

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Blundercup”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Leticia Abreu Silva, John Martinez

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

"Butter makes everything taste better." - Ina Garten

The episode starts with a montage of Buttercup doing radical things. Punching an pig shaped alarm clock to get it to stop! Grinding down the stairway in her Derbytante gear! Making broccoli explode, showing that she hasn’t learned anything since the Brocolloids incident! Punching out that one generic monster guy! Being late for that advanced math class, judging by the background and not the almost entirely different teacher, and breaking a clock in response!

And, finally, kicking a kickball really hard into the sky. So hard, they needed to cover up the impact with a hit flash. In this TV-Y7-FV show, not only can we not see that aforementioned monster getting punched, we can't even see a ball getting hit! I'm sure all the balls in the audience would be happy to not see such wanton violence against their kind.

This was all a montage in an in-universe sense: Buttercup decided to make a video about how she's a great superhero. Who recorded Buttercup doing all of these things? Pineapples. We know it's not Bubbles because she reviews it like an art critic. Blossom isn't as big of a fan of this video.

Blossom spends the entirety of the episode nagging Buttercup on how useless she's being. She reminds Buttercup that she promised to make dinner, and she apparently hasn't made dinner for a whole week. She also tells Buttercup that kickball was the last kickball the school had, so they have to use a empty plastic milk jug instead. She then throws the plastic jug at her head, mostly to prove that it would not give her a dent in the head. Trust me, that's the reason, and it seems rather necessary in this show.

She does get another fan, as we cut to a very buttery person clicking the subscribe button, while laughing evilly. No, this doesn't turn into a "be wary of strangers on the internet" episode, though this scene makes me think it could.

I can't help but notice those recommended videos. Specifically, that one in the middle. Outside of this, this episode rarely uses any outright wacky face gags, even if an ability Buttercup will get later in the episode could allow that. Also, there's a model of a muscular Wonder Woman with a golden helmet. Maybe that's their way to save Wonder Woman from that horrible skimpy clothing she had.

The next day, according to an entirely different narrator that never appears again, Buttercup tries to repeat her performance from yesterday. Unfortunately, as soon as she loses balance and falls off of the guard rail she was grinding on, something is immediately off. She gets hit with the refrigerator door. Worst of all, she walks out of the school, and apparently convinced Blossom to do the same! At least this is supposed to be awkward.

After all of this, Buttercup is worried that she's losing all of her mojo. No points for guessing the joke they do with that line. Bubbles shows up with "scoupons" for free ice cream at Penguin Pete's, but Buttercup denies the offer. I can't help but notice they named that ice cream parlor far more than the school where most of these episodes take place. Shows their priorities. Suddenly, Barry says "look out", and Buttercup wasn't quick enough to avoid it.

She gets hit with an empty milk carton, which the school has to use instead of a kickball because Buttercup hit flashed their last one. Yes, they have to re-remind us about this, but it is helpful if you tuned out Blossom’s nagging. A major difference from the previous scene is that it actually does give her a dent in her forehead. See, that was really the reason, and Buttercup is about to find out why this is.

She walks home, apparently due to flying power getting sapped away, sweating yellow while trying to remind herself that she's awesome. She goes into the bathroom to find out that she's melting from being in the sun too long! See, Buttercup is turning into butter. I can't decide if I hate that idea or tolerate it. Her sorrow at this turn of events gets immediately interrupted by Blossom and Bubbles knocking at the door.

Buttercup: Uh, someone's in here!

Bubbles: I think she's pooping!

Bubbles just has no shame, doesn't she? They ask Buttercup why she's home, as she told them she was going to stay at Penguin Pete's to show off some more. Buttercup did not take that offer for those free scoupons, so she tries to find out what's going on by sneaking out the bathroom window. She apparently had enough flying power to do that. They never do figure out what's going on.

She finds herself chugging an entire tub of ice cream and somehow not getting an ice cream headache. Everyone is cheering her name, nobody knowing that this Buttercup is an impostor, while the buttery Buttercup can just watch as she gets all of the glory.

This faker meets up with the real Buttercup, and calls her "Butterfingers". This is the closest we get to a name for this villain, by the way; this villain isn't in the credits. I could tell it's Natalie Palamides doing the voice, as the body snatcher's voice is just a slightly lower Buttercup's voice. At least that avoids the usual problem with body swap episodes; they just happened to share those vocal cords.

If they swapped bodies, why did Buttercup look like and have the flight ability of the real Buttercup in the morning? Did Butterfingers have to slowly turn into Buttercup, too? The answer to both of those questions is also pineapples. However, Butterfingers does tell Buttercup the story that led up to this possession.

We get to see Butterfingers’ previous form: a normal slacker kid that wants to be a superhero like all the people in the comics! They have superpowers, and, most importantly, they fight giant robots and monsters! They don't just eat ice cream, kick those poor little kickballs, and be late for school, after all.

They cut to these panels while this kid is talking about how cool superheroes are, and I can't help but feel a bit confused. It looks like this superhero guy did all the work beating up that evil Hulk and the giant robot, and then this superheroine just shows up, beats him up, and just heroically stands on top of his buried body. The most charitable explanation is that this is supposed to parallel the Penguin Pete's scene, but it seems more like a misguided "girl power" joke.

Unfortunately, Butterfingers is just an ordinary kid who slacks off all day reading comics. No way will kicking out the bad guys, beating up the monsters, fighting against evil, and rescuing the town be in this person's future.

This all changed when this comic fan was involved in an accident at the County Science Fair of Food! A nuclear-fusion deep fryer exploded, accidentally fusing this person’s DNA with the butter. Finally, superpowers!

One thing that really interests me about this plot is the implication that there are other superheroes around. There are supervillains, even supervillains that have superpowers, but the idea of other superheroes being in the Powerpuff Girls wasn't touched upon that often. Even in the original, there were a few one-episode-wonders like Captain Righteous from Fallen Arches and Major Glory's crossover appearance in Members Only. It's cool to see this idea getting a little more spread out in the reboot. Like butter!

Unfortunately, Butterfingers realizes that these butter abilities aren't very good for fighting giant monsters. Butterfingers constantly gets chased by dogs, people scoff at the existence of this buttery being, and buttery hands ends up being very inconvenient for driving a car. Buttercup does ask whether this person is even old enough to drive. It seems like how these people are supposed to be little kids seems to be an afterthought most of the time, so I am glad that joke exists.

This ends up being a rather interesting jumping point for this "other superhero" plot. The Powerpuff Girls, and even the Reboot Puffs to some extent, have essentially won, if not the Superpower Lottery, then the Superpower $5,000 and a Free Spin. Now we see a superhero who feels like they got the Superpower Whammy, and the envy is what drives this villain's act of villainy.

Wallowing in sorrow, this butter-being looks up videos on this episode's YouTube equivalent. They were never really consistent about it; a certain episode even had the website call itself Me2Tube and TvTV in the same shot. There’s a possibility that this was meant to a reference to former short video website Vine, which probably still existed. though this "SuperCut" is way too long to be one.

Apparently finding out where the Powerpuff Girls live from the SuperCut video, this creepy butter person sneaks into the Powerpuff home and uses the "butter fusion" powers that this person happened to know about. Switching bodies is not exactly fusion, but whatever.

If this kid can take over other people's bodies, why didn't "just use the ability to take over other people's bodies like The Thing or Mario from Mario Odyssey" come to mind? This may be a subtle hint that this villain isn't very creative, which is actually something that comes up in this episode.

Butterfingers, the one that possessed Buttercup's body, decides to melt Buttercup with eye lasers, causing her to go into the sewers.

Butterfingers: Butter luck next time! Hahahahaha!

Butterfingers even absorbed her ability to make bad puns!

Butterfingers does a SuperCut video to show off the awesome might of the new body. There’s definitely a contrast between this scene and the real Buttercup’s video from the beginning. Unlike Buttercup’s, which features her doing ordinary rascal things, some of which involving superpowers, Butterfinger’s idea is to just have violence against a bunch of giant monsters. That’s what superheroes are all about to this former butter-person’s mind. Apparently, Butterfingers never needed any help from the other two, because neither Blossom nor Bubbles talks about how they were there.

They do, however, protest about something else. Blossom is just as impressed as the last time someone with a green dress shown her a video, and even Bubbles decides this video was a step down from the previous one. Bubbles even gets to do her usual thing by yelling at Butterfingers to get in the kitchen. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't word it like that. Unlike the last episode, the problems do not get solved by a tantrum.

Blossom and Bubbles don’t get to do much, but they don’t really get in the way, either. We just get occasional jokes about how Bubbles is starving. If the girls are waiting for Buttercup to make them a salad, why is Blossom not starving too? Much like randomly using a word to describe nonsense, it's probably just bad writing.

Butterfingers isn't too happy about this, needless to say. The villain even complains about how none of this has anything to do with punching giant monsters in the face. I wonder if this is a jab at people complaining about how PPG 2016 isn't as violent as if it's the only problem with the show. You know, aside from all the pineapples.

Eventually, Buttercup, the one that was turned into butter, shows up, persumably coming from the sewers. Got to say; I wish we could have saw that adventure. Maybe she met a rat who taught her everything to do with the way of the Bataa. Paula Deen-Jutsu? I don't know.

Because she’s a more experienced superhero, she’s able to learn to use the Butterfinger’s abilities far better than this slacker did. This shows that even butter abilities can be useful with enough practice. Maybe the toughest fighter doesn't need a reason to be as cool as she is, especially when she's fighting against someone who is clearly a slacker that wanted to be superpowerful.

Butterfingers ends up begging Buttercup for mercy. In a twist of fate, Butterfingers learns that with hard work and patience, anyone can achieve their goals. Butterfingers gives back Buttercup her body, and then goes off and fights crime in some other city, learning new techniques along the way. And then Scrooge McDuck shows up to tell Butterfingers to get off of his lawn.

If you haven't guessed yet, I was joking. As Buttercup accepts this mercy, Butterfingers tries to backstab her by melting her again. Buttercup then reforms, missing an opportunity to reference Watchmen, and then envelops Butterfingers with that same "butter fusion" power. It is left entirely in our imagination to what happened next; we never see Butterfingers again.

Also, there's the implication that Butterfingers apparently smothered Buttercup while she was sleeping, if this is the way the fusion power works. Maybe this person is beyond redemption anyway.

What we do know is that Buttercup ends up getting her body back from that. She explains everything that happened, and Blossom tells her none of that matters. Blossom gives up on Buttercup ever following her promises, and decides to order a pizza for the dying Bubbles. The end.

Does the title fit?

They had the perfect pun, and they decided not to use it. Maybe they wanted it keep the butter twist a surprise, as the TV Guide description doesn’t say this is an episode about Buttercup turning into butter...but that’s ruined by the title card being a stick of butter. Also, the Amazon description spoiled it, too.

How does it stack up?

This episode’s idea should have lead to one of the worst episodes ever, but I honestly think this ended up being one of the better ones. Interesting execution, and a moral I could stand behind. Even the way they barely use the other two means that there's no scenes that are a waste of time in this episode.

I could still find problems, though. The way they handled the villain in the end seems really lazy; it would have been cool to see Buttercup teach this kid said moral. Then again, that's expecting way too much out of this show. Despite that, I can't help but like this episode a little more than usual. Maybe you disagree, maybe you don't.

Next, I'm going to push this rock up the hill once again.

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