#my mom makes these big pots of them and i want to eat it all so bad lmaooo

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

my mom and i made dolma today (aka stuffed grape leaves) and they were delicious

[itsanerdlife]

Rumors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

The struggle of living in a small town, rumors run faster than the truth ever could.

“Nah, swear up and down, blue in the face, she was with Rogers last night.”

“Saw her car leaving Rogers’ drive around one this morning.”

“Your girl was with your best friend all night? Man, that ain’t right.”

Four years down the drain. The only woman he could ever love, caught with his best friend. World shattering news coming from around the small town they grew up in. Losing his best friend and the love of his life.

Packing up his truck he didn’t bother to say goodbye to anyone. Leaving behind his phone and no note of where he would be going.

Without waiting to hear the news.

Without confronting either of them.

Three years later

“Don’t forget to sign the card on the counter.��� I call into the kitchen, at the two brothers making breakfast.

“On it!” Howie calls back.

“Sign my name too.” I hear Peter comment.

“We might be twins, but I’m not forging your signature asshole.” Howie retorts.

Shaking my head, I continue to grab up baby toys off the floor, tossing them into the toy bin on the edge of the rug.

“Ohhhhhh.” AJ coos at his uncles.

“Yeah, no cussing in front of the baby.” Peter scolds Howie. “Tell uncle Howie, he’s being bad.” Peter snickers.

“Naughty.” AJ agrees.

“Don’t teach him anything more damaging, I already have to explain the peeing outside thing to Miss. Ivy, he peed in her potted plants outside her shop.” I huff, coming into the kitchen with them.

Both my brothers cringe, AJ grins proudly.

Jet black hair cut short, dark blue eyes, chunky cheeks from baby fat still. He’s a smaller version of his father almost to the T. Aside from the darkness of his blue eyes.

The father that left town without a word. Without a second thought. Without knowing about him. Small town rumors and he split without even a goodbye.

Fuck Bucky.

He missed out.

I smile at my son. Who grins back.

“Momma, we, we, we go to Nana’s today?” He asks excitedly.

“We’re going to Papa’s shop and than you’ll go home with Nana tonight.” I nod, reminding him.

“Momma work tonight?” His head tips.

“Yeah, momma works tonight.” I sigh, shrugging. “But that means, I wake up in the morning and we’ll have a big family breakfast with your uncles and your nana and papa.” I remind him.

“I spend the night with Papa?” He lights up.

“Don’t you let him teach you no more bad habits. He’s still in trouble for teaching you to burp your ABC’s.” I give him a stern look.

“So gross.” Howie sighs.

“I puked on G.” AJ admits, his little shoulders coming up to his ears.

“We remember little man.” Peter chuckles.

AJ goes about eating his eggs and toast.

“No burping.” Howie points a finger at him. AJ sighs in disappointment. I snort into my coffee cups, rolling my eyes.

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“How old is he now?” Gwen the other bartender grins at the photo on my phone.

“We’re turning three in two weeks.” I grin as I lock my phone and slip it into my back pocket.

“Feels like just last week Peter was running around with newborn photos and listing off his stats like he was the hottest rookie to come off the bench.” She laughs, grabbing three beers from the cooler.

“He still does that, let’s not pretend he didn’t want to throw a party cause AJ was successfully potty trained at sixteen months.” Shaking my head, I rinse the cocktail shaker out in the sink under the bar.

“I mean at least he’s not missing out on any love.” She gives me a soft smile.

Nodding slowly. Only a few people actually knew who AJ’s father was. Most people still decided to believe and fuel the rumor mill.

“Yup. Guess good enough is enough.” I nod, my tone slightly bitter. I can’t help it. I hate it, but I can’t help it.

AJ was missing out, because his father chose to believe the rumor mill of our small town instead of trusting me.

Friday nights I worked the night shift at the bar, to help pad out being a single mom and keeping my kid comfortable.

It’s a typical Friday in the bar.

A familiar laugh, slithers down my spine.

“Damn been a long time since we’ve seen your ugly mug.” Sam Wilson greets someone.

The laugh comes again. “Life was good without seeing your big ass forehead.”

My heart races, palms slick, my chest grows tight.

“Y/N?” Gwen is watching me. My whole body jumps, causing me to drop a beer bottle. It shatters, the noise gaining attention.

“Fuck.” I shuffle back.

My eyes connect with winter blue ones, watching me. Shocked to see me. A flicker of anger still there.

“Oh honey, are you okay?” My head snaps to the side. My mom, Pepper Stark stands in the opening to the back, with my son on her hip.

“Mom?” I blink at her.

“I know I normally call, but he had a full melt down about going to bed without a kiss from you.” She bounces AJ on her hip. He’s tucked against her.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” I turn hurrying to scoop him up.

“Always night, night kisses.” He mumbles, completely distraught.

“Yes, always. I know, I know.” I squeeze him to me, kissing him over and over on his cheeks and forehead. Finally, he starts to giggle as I sway with him.

“Better?” I ask him. He nods slowly, still snuggled into me.

“Who that momma?” He wonders, looking down at him, he’s peeked up, watching someone off to the side.

Looking over, I find what has my son’s attention, not what, but who.

Bucky.

Staring at us.

“Mom, take him.” I hurry handing back my son to my mother. “No more fussing, go to bed like a big boy for Nana.” I lean in kissing him. He huffs but nods.

“Night momma.” He pouts.

“Night baby.” I give a small wave as my mother hurries away with my son.

“Y/N?” He’s suddenly right at the bar. Sucking in a deep breathe. I shift to face the man that abandoned me and his son. His jet black hair a little shaggy, scruffy jaw line, and wide winter blue eyes.

“What do you want James?” I snap at him.

“Is that, that my son?” He points towards where my mother had been standing.

“No that’s my son.” I correct him.

“Y/N? Seriously.” He stares at me.

“Why don’t you go listen to the rumor mill to find out.” I sneer at him. I stalk away, leaving him standing there.

-------- Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @babizza @coley0823 @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

[luveline]

dad!steve eek!!! maybe some for kbd!? no rush, anyway love you!! <3

kisses before dinner au —mom!reader, 1.1k

Bethie squirms uncomfortably in your lap. “I’m sorry, mommy,” she says. 

“Well don’t be,” you say, hand to her forehead and holding her back so she can see your face, how you’re not angry. “It’s okay. You don’t like it?” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

You don’t get it. Bethie hasn’t eaten anything all day. She refused breakfast, snacks, smoothies, and hot chocolate. The plate in front of her repulses her, no matter how gently you plead with her to try it. “Honey, I don’t see how that can be true.”

She’s in your lap because you’d been hoping helping her eat might make it easier for her. She was thrilled to sit in your lap, but not even slightly inclined to eat her mac and cheese, or any sides. You offer her a slim carrot baton shining with honey, wiggling it from side to side. 

“Doesn’t that look yummy?” you ask softly. 

She looks down at her hands. 

You drop the carrot. You’re genuinely perturbed. Not easily panicked, this has thrown you off kilter. Beth has been picky ever since she started school, and you don’t mind, you’ll accommodate and feel sorry that she misses out on Steve’s chicken pot pie, but there’s a difference between being picky and having a total aversion to food she used to enjoy. 

Avery tries to pretend she’s not watching. Steve doesn’t bother, frowning deeply despite the baby in the high chair beside him and Dove on his thigh, the two girls giggling about something. The rest of them have cheeks covered in cheese sauce and sticky lips, but your Beth…

Maybe it’s too much to have everyone watching, you think. 

“Okay. Okay, let’s leave it for later, yeah? Will you help mommy with something? Is that okay?” 

Beth nods emphatically. “Yes!” 

You help her down off of your lap and take her little hand. “We’ll be back in a minute.” 

Steve shakes his head, at a loss. “Sure,” he says, though his face says something different. What are we going to do? “Take your drink.”

You grab the glass if only to appease your worrier. 

You and Beth leave the kitchen and the living room to sit on the stairs. There isn’t much privacy to be made in the house, but this will do. You put her on the step above you to sit eye to eye, and you take her little hand, rubbing circles slowly into the soft palm of it. 

“Is there something mommy can get you?” you whisper. “Anything at all. Because you’re so big now, you know you need to keep yourself nice and strong with dinner. Yeah? You need to eat so you can have lots of energy. I know,” —you smile at her startled frown— “you said you’re not hungry, but it’s okay. We don’t have to eat all of something. Me and you could go have McDonald’s, or pizza! We could have something special. We could go get donuts. Anything you want, even if it’s only one bite.” 

“I don’t know, mom…” 

“Anything you want, baby. Even if we get there and you don’t want it anymore, or it’s not what you thought.” 

Bethie decides in whispers that she’d like McDonald’s ice cream. You could cry. You almost do when you con her into eating half of ‘your’ cheeseburger on the drive home, her little feet swinging in the footwell as she licks ketchup off of her fingers. 

You show Steve the wrapper when you get home proudly. 

“Good job, mom,” Steve says, reaching for you in the doorway. 

Bethie brandishes the cup tray of ice creams to her sisters in delight. They scramble in screeches to get there first. 

“Wren!” Bethie cheers, wiggling an ice cream at her baby sister where she lays in a bouncer. “Mom, can I feed Wren?” 

“Only the plain one, baby.”

“Yeah, I know. Wren, look! I have ice cream. You want ice cream?” 

“Little spoonfuls,” Avery says, reaching for her own ice cream, big sister instincts quelled by excitement. “Oh my gosh, there’s fudge.” 

Steve nudges your hip with his hand. “Hey, you okay?” 

“That was a bit scary.” 

“It’s just a bad day for her. She’s okay. Did you eat anything?” he asks, curling an arm behind your back. 

“No. I got you a strawberry-kiwi smoothie, though.” 

“Anything for yourself?” 

You shake your head. “I knew Beth would only eat if I was eating it, so I had a bite.” 

“You’re a genius,” he says, hugging you to his side. His shirt smells like detergent under your nose. “I kept your dinner in the oven. Only take a minute to heat back up.” 

“Did you eat yours?” 

He puts his lips to your cheek and doesn’t answer. 

“This is nice,” you murmur. 

“I know.” He rubs your back. You’ve never had to ask him to do it, he just grabs you up and sets about soothing an ache you don’t have. He’s always been like this. 

“I can’t believe I had to sweet talk my six year old into eating fast food,” you say, watching Beth over the curve of his shoulder. She swallows a spoonful of ice cream and crinkles her eyes at the cold. “I never could’ve imagined this.”

“Thank god. You never would’ve let me date you if you did.”

You laugh and angle your head up for a kiss. “That’s not true,” you murmur. 

He kisses you but seems more eager for a hug, hooking his arm higher up behind your back and cuddling you into his neck. “I’m not sure what we’re going to do,” he confesses, “but if you keep being that gentle? She’s going to be fine.” 

You brim with a weird pride. Steve knows intimately the kind of parent that you are, and how hard you try, so if he thinks you’re doing a good job, you must be. “Dinner was great,” you promise. 

Steve laughs. “I know. It was fucking bomb. Honey roasted broccoli? These kids don’t get how good I am. I could go pro.” 

Dove wanders over with clumsy footsteps but better pronunciation. “Smoothie, daddy,” she says, holding his pink smoothie up to him with an urgent look. 

“Oh, thank you.” He pats your arm and breaks away to bend down. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he says, taking the drink and smiling huge at her. She says something in garbled kid talk and leans in to give him a hug, and then she runs back to her ice cream. 

Steve looks at you adoringly. 

“How’d you give me four perfect girls?” he asks, knowing he’s cheesy, his smile turning teasing. 

“A lot of hard work.” 

“I can tell.” 

[lillchris]

You with the dark curls; You with the water colored eyes (Two Shot)

Chapter One: A Sour Apple Can Spoil The Whole Bunch

Responding to @my-favorite-sign-blog Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: The book title is inspo from the song "Dear Arkansas Daughter" Anyway seeing that this is my first fanfic in a while, I thought it was no better time to start than the present. Most of the plotlines in this book will be ideas from my delusional brain. In this fanfic, Jalen and Paige actually dated so just keep that in the back of your minds ;) I hope you all like this first chapter! <3 TW: Angst, Jalen Suggs, Mentions of cheating and divorce, Swearing, Homophobia

It was Christmas morning in the Fudd household, and with that came Christmas breakfast, it was a tradition the family had yet to break.

It was precisely 8:30am when Azzi looked at the alarm clock beside her bed, and heard the sound of her father's voice ring down the hall as he banged pots and pans that woke up all those who were sleeping.

"Come on everybody up! Rise and shine it's Christmas morning and you know what that means!"

Tim Fudd's morning enthusiasm was not reciprocated as Azzi rolled back over, and pulled the comforter back over her head, in hopes of blocking out the loud ruckus outside her room.

"I'll rise but I sure won't shine." Azzi mumbled groggily.

Just then the door burst open, and she soon felt a dip in the mattress as she groaned from the sudden disturbance.

"AZZI! AZZI! AZZI! Wake up! Come on get up!" The sound of Drew Bueckers voice blared in her ear as she rolled over once again.

"Wow I guess that didn't work, maybe you should try since your besties." Drew shrugged before getting off the bed and walking out of the room.

"Come on you big head, get up. It's rude not to greet your best friend after it took three-plus hours to get here." Paige said in a teasing tone as she attempted to pull the comforter off of Azzi.

"Just five more minutes Paige, pleaseee. You know I'm not a morning person."

"Okay fine, but I'm sitting on the edge of your bed waiting here until you decide to get off your ass and wake up." Paige teased as she picked up a mini basketball that was lying on the floor.

The constant sound of the ball hitting the door and bouncing back, over and over was enough to drive Azzi nuts, she sighed before pulling off the covers.

"When, and how did you even get here? I thought you were going back home to celebrate Christmas with your mom's side of the family in Montana?" Azzi asked sleepily as she rubbed her eyes.

"Well, it took me a minute to realize after I said goodbye to you at the airport a month ago, that I wanted to spend Christmas with you instead. So I bought tickets for the next flight out to Virginia, and viola here I am."

"Paige do you need me for anything else, me and Jose want to play Fortnite," Drew said with a sigh as he trudged back into the room with a PS5 controller in hand.

When Paige didn't respond, Drew took it as a sign, rolling his eyes before leaving once again.

"Come on Azzi I want some of your mom's famous maple apple pancakes fresh off the griddle before your brothers eat them all". Paige says with a long pleading, drawn-out sigh.

"Don't make me force you out of bed".

"Noo Paige Please. Just let me wake up naturally. Jose forced me to watch some stupid ass Christmas comedy movie, and I am so tired." Azzi says with her eyes closed still as an annoyed groan falls from her lips.

"You're getting up whether you like it or not, come on," Paige says mischievously as she swats at Azzi's knee lightly as an incentive.

"Alright guess I'm going to have to carry you out like the princess you are." Paige says before picking up Azzi and slumping her over her shoulder carrying her out.

" Think you might want to carry Azzi more gently, she is Sleeping Beauty." Tim Fudd laughs upon seeing his daughter carried out Fireman's lift-style.

"Well, she is a princess after all," Paige says with a smirk before carrying Azzi bridal style in her arms.

"Wait before you put her down," Jose says laughing, before taking a picture of a sleepy Azzi, as Tim and Katie just laugh.

"Alright, Paige wake up Azzi it's almost time to eat." Katie says with a smile as she sets the last of the pancake on a plate.

"Wakey, Wakey princess, it's time to wake up for real this time." Paige says with a smirk as she bops her best friend on the nose, as she puts Azzi down forcing her to stand up despite how groggy she is.

"I'm up, I'm up! " Azzi says yawning as she puts on one of Paige's hoodies that she's currently "borrowing"

"Hey, that's my hoodie! Haven't you had it for over six months now?" Paige says jokingly with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on her face.

"Whatever Paige. I like it, it's so comfy and it smells like you. I've worn it for the past month since I missed you." Azzi says as she leans against Paige's shoulder, and everyone sits at the table.

"She has hardly taken it off since we picked her up at the airport a month ago." Katie states as she passes the syrup bottle.

"Yeah, she practically lives in it." Tim chimes in, as Drew and Jose give each other knowing looks, as they look across the table at the two girls, who seem utterly comfortable and relaxed in each other's presence.

"Oh? So you actually missed me?" Paige says teasingly to Azzi as she eats her scrambled eggs.

"Of course I missed you! Is that even a question!" Azzi says with her mouth half full of food as she half-jokingly rolls her eyes. She glances over at Paige, before nudging her in the side playfully.

In Azzi's mind, she wanted to say: of course I missed you I always miss you. But she refrained, something in her mind stopped her.

Just as everyone was finishing eating, the sound of the doorbell ringing shifted their attention.

"I'll get it" Tim said as he rose from the table, before heading to the door.

"Is Paige Bueckers here by chance?" A young man says as he stands on the snowy outside steps.

"And who are you?" Tim asks curiously.

"I'm Jalen Suggs, Paige's- friend. I would like to talk to her for a second.

"Oh, so you're- never mind, sure come in," Tim says clearing his throat, letting the young man inside.

"Paige, someone's here to see you."

"Here to see me? On Christmas? I don't know who could possibly want to see m-." Paige's words stopped just as quickly as they had been spoken. Her mouth suddenly goes dry, upon seeing him standing there.

"I need to talk to you, please." Jalen says with a insistent look as she approaches him, firmly grabbing his forearm, and leading him into the living room.

"What the hell are you doing here Jalen on all of the days Christmas! I thought I made myself clear-"

"You did, baby, but I-I want to apologize, for everything." Jalen pleads as Paige's blood almost boils upon hearing him call her baby.

Paige sighs, looking down and shaking her head, before glancing over at Drew who is watching them talk. He quickly snaps his head toward the TV acting like he isn't staring.

"Look, can we just- talk about this outside. The at least decent thing you can do is not have this conversation in front of my little brother." Paige sighs in frustration as she and Jalen walk out onto the small front porch.

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Meanwhile, Azzi is helping her mom and dad clean up the kitchen.

"Whoa, what did that plate ever do to you?" Tim jokes as Katie shoots her husband a not the right-time look.

In Azzi's mind, the thought, the sight, the mention of that person, that man- Jalen Suggs, makes her blood boil to no avail. He was a dick, an asshole, hell, every insulting name in the damn book of insults, for what he put Paige through the last year and a half.

She despised him, how could he do that to Paige, Her Paige. She dismissed that thought quickly, as her mind trailed back to Jalen the more she thought about him the more her mind reeled and turned at just how much she disliked him.

"Azzi." The sound of someone's voice and the feeling of her mother's hand brought her back to reality, and it was only then did Azzi realize that she had been washing the same damn pan for over five minutes. She released the death grip she had on the pan before taking a deep breath.

"Azzi, are you alright?" Her mother's eyes met hers as she looked up from her feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine. its-just why the hell did he have to show up, right here, right now, on Christmas of all days- I just." Azzi sighed and threw her hands up in the air.

"I'm walking out there, I know it's not my place but I'm giving Jalen a piece of my mind."

Azzi says determined, walking out of the house before Katie can tell her not to.

"ooooh weeeh, man! Watch out! Here comes Azzi. That boy is gonna see some Fudd fury from her! That's my girl!" Tim says proudly as Katie shoots him another unamused look.

"One! You are not calling me baby, and two! Don't you dare bring my parent's divorce into this! I might have been only three but that does not make it irrelevant. " Paige says beyond angry.

Azzi stomped out onto the snowy driveway about to give Jalen a piece of her mind, but she stopped beside the two, seeing that she had come at a bad time.

"And don't bring Azzi into this either leave her out of this!" Paige says before realizing Azzi is standing right there.

"Oh I'm sorry did I hurt your "girlfriend's" feelings." Jalen shoots back.

"Don't talk to her like that don't you dare!" Azzi says stepping in front of Paige protectively.

"Oh does Paige need her best friend- or shall I say girlfriend to fight her battles for her? Is that why you broke up with me just so you could fuck your best friend instead?"

That was it Paige had officially snapped.

"I'm not the one who cheated, with my used-to-be friend Hayley Van Leith! And no that's not why I was going to break up with you! I broke up with you because you kept fucking continuously lying to me!" Paige says with venom in her voice.

"You need to leave now." Azzi says firmly as she once again steps between Paige.

"Yeah alright, whatever Paige, at least I tried apologizing. Yeah, you just have fun with your girlfriend here. She'll never be able to give you what I could." Jalen says mockingly.

Before leaving Azzi and Paige in the snowy driveway.

a/n: lmk what y’all think :)

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 37

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 34, part 35, part 36

The house is quiet when Dustin wakes up. Which isn’t unusual here. With how big the house is, and how little people lived in it, it was always somewhat quiet. But there were more people here than normal, so he was expecting it to be louder.

They must all still be asleep.

He wanders out of the guest bedroom that he claimed for when he stayed over. Down the hall to the guest bathroom. Hearing the gentle snores from Steve’s bedroom. Letting Dustin know that he’s still there.

Wayne bumps into him when Dustin leaves the bathroom. Softly apologizing before shutting the door. The shower starting to run.

Dustin goes to the kitchen. Thinking he could eat some of the cereal that he likes but his mom doesn’t buy that much. A box of it always in Steve’s pantry.

The kitchen’s not empty when Dustin walks in. Nancy sitting at the island, drinking coffee while reading a book.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” he says. Digging through the pantry to find the cereal.

“Me and Robin stayed over last night.”

Dustin’s used to Nancy being a part of his life. He was his best friend’s sister, after all. But that was like a completely different section. Tied to certain places in his life. This was the different sect of his life. Steve and Robin, until spring break, were one half. The party was the other. Now they seem to be coming together a lot more.

Not that he’s complaining. He likes it when the people he loves get along. Act as one big group instead of tiny separate ones. It takes some getting used to.

Robin comes down the stairs when the cereal in Dustin’s bowl gets soggy. Immediately beelining for the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. Making it to her liking. Not saying anything until half of it’s drained.

“The fact that you look that good this early in the morning should be a crime,” she says toward Nancy’s direction.

Nancy who was completely dressed, hair pulled back with some clips. Carefully composed like she always is. While Robin stands in what Dustin’s sure is one of Steve’s old t-shirts and a pair of shorts with the drawstring taken out. Hair tangled and puffy.

“Not my fault you are the worst morning person.”

The minute those words are said, Wayne comes down the stairs, gets himself a cup of coffee, and immediately walks back out again. Nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgement.

“I can’t be worse than that,” Robin jokes.  

Robin sets her coffee down, going to root around in the pantry before emerging with a pack of strawberry pop-tarts.

“You are not.” Nancy finishes her coffee. Going over to the sink to wash out the mug. “Is Steve still asleep, he’s normally up by now.”

“He was when I left,” Robin mutters over a mouthful of a pop-tart. Too impatient to wait for them both to be toasted. One in the toaster while she eats the other one dry.

Dustin’s stopped questioning why Robin and Steve share a bed sometimes a long time ago. They have some weird friendship that he will never understand.

“I saw him take some migraine pills last night,” she continues. “I think another big one is coming.”

Nancy sighs. “It has been like a month since the last one.”

“Yeah, I just thought it would start getting better again. Like last time.”

“Well last time he wasn’t strangled twice and had to get a blood transfusion.”

Dustin doesn’t always know what’s going on with Steve’s health. Always kept in the dark for longer than he should. Definitely longer than he wants to be. It was something, if he had the direct control over, he would learn about immediately. So he could track it. Know when to chill down and ask someone else for a ride.

But instead, he’s none the wiser about Steve’s migraines. Always missing “the big one” that apparently happens every month. Because no one ever tells him about it until Steve is MIA for a few days. Called off work to sit in his bedroom, alone. No one but Robin coming over to make sure that he doesn’t die.

Which sure, that one makes sense, he guesses. Who else, other than Robin, would do that? Or who would Steve feel comfortable with doing that?

It would just make Dustin feel better if he knew about them. So he wasn’t so out of loop. He wasn’t some dumb kid anymore who saw Steve as this badass figure higher than everyone else. He knew that there were debilitating cracks under the surface. Knows that sometimes, Steve can’t be the one to fight.

And that was ok. Someone else could take the load for a while. Watch over everyone. It didn’t need to just be Steve’s job. It could be someone else’s job for a while.

A door creaks open down the hall. Thuds of crutches echoing through. Before a second door opens and shuts.

Eddie was awake. Out of the hospital. Here. It still didn’t feel real.

Dustin finally gets up to pour the tinted milk down the drain and wash out his bowl. Adding it to the dish rack, but not leaving the kitchen. Waiting to see Eddie. Proof that he’s really here.

A few minutes later, Eddie comes down the hall. Wincing slightly with every step. “Morning,” he says with a grunt. Sliding onto one of the barstools.

“Morning,” Nancy replies. “Can I get you anything?”

“Coffee,” Eddie says almost immediately. “And probably some water, so I can take my meds. Has Wayne been down yet, I’m pretty sure he still has all of them.”

Nancy sets a cup of coffee in front of Eddie. With a small container of sugar and the creamer.

“I can go ask him,” Dustin suggests. Happy to help. Already moving out of the kitchen before anyone can stop him.

Lucky for him, Wayne isn’t hard to find. Halfway down the stairs in different clothes. “You need something?”

“Yeah, Eddie was looking for his meds.”

Wayne nods, turning around and heading back up the stairs. He comes back down with a few brown paper bags, each one with a different slip of paper stapled to the outside. They walk back to the kitchen.

“You need to eat something before you take these,” Wayne cuts to the chase. “Coffee won’t cut it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Hands shaking slightly as lifts the mug to his lips. “What do you have?” he asks in the direction of Nancy and Robin.

“Pop-tarts, cereal, I think some bagels, if not that then toast, fancy jams,” Robin rattles off, the list getting longer.

“Some toast is fine.”

Robin nods. Grabbing some bread from the bag on the counter and popping it in the toaster.

Steve finally makes his way downstairs. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. He looks miserable. He bypasses the group of people in his kitchen, heading straight to the cabinet for a glass. Filling it with water and pulling a pill bottle from his pocket.

Robin gets close to him. Bumping her shoulder against his. Steve shakes his head, slowly. She nods and goes to close the kitchen blinds.

Eddie stares at Steve like he isn’t allowed to look. A mix of concern and confusion in his expression. Only interrupted when Nancy slides the plate of toast to him, asking if he wanted anything on it.

“Robin said there were fancy jams?”

Something reminiscent of a scoff comes from Steve. “They’re not that fancy,” he slurs.

Robin snorts. “It’s not generic. Therefore fancy.”

Nancy pulls out a raspberry jam from the fridge. “My family uses the same kind. It’s not fancy.”

Everyone keeps looking over at Steve. Waiting for him to move. He just stands there, white knuckling the countertop. Robin tries to touch his arm, but he shrugs it off.

“Give it a second,” he mutters under his breath.

She nods again. Pulling more bread out of the bag and sticking it in the toaster. The setting lighter than he normally likes it.

The only sound that happens in the next few minutes is the slight crunch of Eddie eating, and the pop of the toaster. Robin gets some butter out of the fridge and puts some on each slice. Careful not to rip through the pieces.

With a deep exhale, Steve turns around. Leaning against the counter behind him and grabbing the plate she hands him. Ripping apart the toast into small bites.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks Eddie.

Eddie looks surprised that he asked him anything. “Good. Much better than a hospital bed. Bigger too, that was nice.”

“Sorry I didn’t have anything better for breakfast. I was planning on making something, but-.” He trails off. The obvious staying unsaid.

“That’s fine. I don’t eat much in the morning’s anyway.”

Steve nods. Placing his plate on the counter. About a half a slice of the toast left. “I won’t be around that much to help you get settled in. I was supposed to close tonight, but I’ll probably end up calling out.”

“If you’re about to apologize for that, don’t.” Eddie stares at Steve with an expression that Dustin can’t quite read. “You don’t have to apologize for things that aren’t your fault.”

Steve pauses. Taking a second to stop himself, reset what he was going to say. “If you need anything, Rob should know where it is. And if not, I’ll just be in my room.”

All Eddie does is reply with a small nod. Then Steve is walking out of the kitchen with Robin in tow.

(i forgot to post yesterday because i got fixated on a new knitting project, no joke i worked on it for like six hours straight)

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˖⋆࿐໋ friday 27th of december

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TW FOR THE END OF MY ENTRY !!!!! for pic of sfx blood makeup… T_T

friday hmmmm.. well that was yesterday… i woke up and weighed myself ! i was half a kg less then the day before that… so that was very relieving T_T do you guys like a picture of a guy in a bra ? it was the smallest size they have at the local store… i tried to make it look flattering… but i feel like im too fat too pull this whole… feminine man in a bra look off…

i got up and did god knows what and then ate breakfast !

breakfast :

1 slice of home made bread cut into 2 pieces, the smallest bit of zuivel spread on both, with some smoked salmon, and a bit of crushed salt and pepper (gamechanger)

half a small bowl of vanilla pudding that was left over… and what looks like a big blob of cinnamon

a cup of some kind of herbal tea with some lemon in it

the sandwich was GOOD ! the salt and pepper ontop and just the whole combo was very rich and flavourful,

(can i interrupt this by saying im writing this at work at 8 am and some fuckass came in and said so much with such little actual words and completely fried my brain COMPLETELY like omg ? ok back to what i was saying……)

the salt and the pepper ontop changed it from being a good breakfast to being a really enjoyable breakfast ! the bread is i think the best my moms ever made… i can’t exactly describe it… it was dense and maybe a bit… im not sure, not too dry… which i really like… its closer to one of those bread buns rather than a regular old slice of bread… and so thin too !

the tea was gross…. my mom put a bit too toooo much lemon… so much so it stopped being enjoyable and sour, and went straight to being bitter….

after eating, i felt replenished but also somewhat moody. i started on my treadmill having already collected 2k steps from just doing god knows what, and i was determined to get to 10 k… i kind of zoned out the 75 mins i was walking tbh… but the last 5 minutes were stressful cause my step counter absolutely REFUUUUSED to update and this kind of ticked me off… sighs… i needed 200 steps left so i manually counted them at a certain point and got off even if my step counter didn’t update… waah

then i layed in bed… probably fell half asleep at some point, then got up to eat AGAIN… fatty… you see yesterday i wanted to overeat a lot.. on… a lot… a lot… of food… everything you could think of… not only that but i didn’t smoke at all and had had 0 energy drinks (helps reduce appetite and also boosts energy obviously)

dinner :

1/4 of my bowl was filled with some goulash and maybe 10 pieces of that pasta ?

in a small bowl i had some more pasta, maybe another 10 pieces or so… and some vanilla sugar on it…

a small bowl with some salad

a banana mashed up and microwaved

the goulash is basically just meat left to simmer alllll day long on low in a special pot, making the meat very tender and soft and quite flavourful… but im not a fan of this dish when eating it with pasta… only with mashed potato… so i wasn’t feeling it, that’s why half my bowl is fucking empty lol

the sweet pasta thing, usually you’d also put sunflower oil on it, my mom always made it when i was a child, but ill rather swallow a gun whole than directly consume sunflower oil

the salad was leftovers, and the banana was me wanting something sweet idk. surprisingly good tasting to warm up a banana, i ate it with the sweet pasta and the warm banana made it more good… idk… maybe struggle meal ?

idk what i did, but i ate AGAIN cause i was going crazy i can’t recall what happened inbetween i think this was veeery shortly after dinner

snack :

one piece of dark chocolate, and 2 lotus cookies (came in a pack)

it was good, i felt guilty but it’s like i couldn’t be helped lol… atleast it was just a controlled portion and not just… like eating handfuls of everything in sight kind of deal… i’ve done that before soooo hey ! progress.. i would NOT consider this a binge or overeating

after this my mom asked if i wanted to go on a walk with me, and i thought YESSSS I SCORED !!!! i already had 10 k so it’ll only add onto my successes !!!! so we went on this huuuuuge walk… huge ! it was soooo cold like 2 degrees out… brrr

we went to the store and i got some stuff ! taco shells… and beans… i wanted tacos… ofc i will make them myself, you will see it in my blogpost tonight or tommorow… it depends… and it will be a struggle meal bcs im rlly autistic and specific about my food T_T i asked my friend if he can spare me the cost and he couldn’t… so im not chatting with him till later… he said by next week he’ll have 500 euro so he can talk to me then…

anyways when i got back i had something like 17-18 k ! i was so happy with myself even if i felt guilty… i went into bed and i started drawing again… while chewing on vitamin pills ? see i don’t know what happens when i really want to eat BAD why the fuck would you chew on that ??????

i completed the lineart completely by this point and sighed in relief… then i started colouring my characters first… first my favourite… hehe.. i coloured him in completely and then my second favourite, i half completed him… cause then i remembered i had work

i put my ipad away and i layed in bed and forced myself to go to bed… i went to sleep so early my parents weren’t even sleeping yet, so i could sleep with no headphones, no earbuds, just pure silence… infact it was so quiet i didn’t even put on a video… it was such a weird sleep

i remember having a nightmare but i can’t remember exactly what, most likely something with food or something like that you know ? T_T

that was my day !!! weirdly extensive… but im in one of those moooooods you know ?

ignore monday ew… this is what we call beaaaaaauifull consistency ~ i love it !! you see those beautiful numbers ????? i feel so good about it i kind of never want to be under 10 k again TwT

cals : 3 days binge free !!!! today was hard, but i only had controlled portions of everything, so i see it as a win… feel free to disagree tho… i do understand today was a BAD food day… i ate so much !!!!

steps : 18.6 k !!!

my obsession with this soundtrack needs to be studied LMFAO. this track makes me laugh bcs she’s always playing her stupid rpg when it plays going online with her teacher ??? that’s crazy ToT

TW scaaaaaaaaaaaaaars

bonus !!! TwT i thought these turned out sooo cute… the night before i wasn’t feeling so well, so i got some courage and cvt the inside of my arm… i had been wanting to for a long long time… it wasn’t so bad !!!! i started it off really carefully, but slowly did it more and more… by the end i had one last one at the top that showed a little bit of bubbles, just barely :3 those kinds are my favourite ever ~ they hurt soooooo good …

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Fun summer activities with creepypasta boys! x gn.reader!

➥ with Homicidal Liu, Jeff The Killer, Masky, Ben Drowned, "Ticci" Toby, Laughing Jack English is not my first language so i can make silly mistakes! >:)

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☆ Homicidal Liu - gardening

Okay okay.. but he totally gives off this "plant mom" vibes!!

Just imagine you two planting flowers (eg. Hibiscuses, Marigolds, Daises, Asters, Salvias) or berries (oh god, and later making jam of them..!). Taking care of plants alternately! Because they are your babies and you need to take care of them, right? Almost like parents simulator. Going together to this big markets with plants and spending there literally hours..! Choosing these fancy pots.. OR! Making competition and planting the same plant, see which one grows prettier and faster! And what winners get? Silly question..kissess of course! Also sitting on chairs, having the view on your pretty work and just chatting or drinking tea/coffee and snuggling! Nights would be also cozy..just saying! You two sitting on a blanket, holdings hands or cuddling..dunno man, there is some warm and proud feeling when looking at your plants. Its almost like you watch your kids grown..

„Oh look at them grow! Im so proud of us Y/N” he says with the brightest smile, as his eyes almost shine!

☆ Jeff the Killer - forest hiking

Wild men in wilds? What can be better than that?

Listen, I am sure that Jeff knows forest like the back of his hand. Just you holding hands and walking around forest. You could also do a little competition on picking berries or looking for pretty rocks for eachother (what is more romantic than that??). Also! Maybe animal tracking? That sounds like a fun activity..! On really warms days the bathing in the stream (or just soaking legs if you are constantly cold) - he would definitely push you into water tho, so good luck. If you are behaving well enough, maybe you could even try carvings in wood? And after long, tiring day of having fun? Just laying on the blanket and stargazing, holding hands..

,,I actually had fun today, you know? I love being around you...” he looks into your eyes and gently kisses your hand.

Just remember to be careful and look for ticks after that!..maybe on eachothers body..? (just kidding..or am i?)

☆ Masky - campfire

Im sorry..but I would totally make him a nice marshmallow!

A bit of a dad on barbecue vibe?? Sorry, kidding. Just imagine a nice, warm night and you both sitting on tree trunk, snuggling under a blanket! What will you roast? Anything you want, veggies, meat or marshmallow..just not each other please! I bet he could play something on guitar, and what is more hot than a man that can do that? You singing along to campfire songs or..or whatever he could play. We slowly turning your silly little date to some slasher movie..so why not tell some scary stories or urban legends? You could jump together at the tiniest sounds (it sounds like a good reason to hold hands..just for security ofc). After all, everything is terrifyng in the dark. Oh, just you spending a warm night eating and cuddling..just you two together!..and maybe his bad dad-jokes..and mosquitos..anyways, good luck!

,,Only two of us..I could get used to living like that, you know sweetheart?” he says as he caress your cheek ad look into your eyes, smiling.

☆Ben Drowned - trampoline sleepover

I know its not 2020 anymore..but come on!

First of all..making the trampoline all nice and cozy..many, many blankets, lights and pillows (definitely a pillow fight in the meantime)! When the trampoline-fort is ready? Get snacks and come in! All kinds of junk food are welcome - popcorn, chips, jelly, candies..! Just not the healthy things..okay, maybe strawberries are invited but thats it! What will you guys do? No worries, Ben is definitely a funny fellow (so are you!) so you won't be bored. Playing games on Nintendo? Watching some movies? Playing board games? Just cuddling and laughing at the silly things? Its all up to you! ..Just be careful with scary stories..I dont want you guys to have a heart-attack! And after a night full of cuddling and laughing? The best part of your sleepover - putting cream to help relieve itching on mosquito bites!!

,,Oh man..you are my favorite person in the whole world..you know that?” - Ben gently whispers, giggling, as you hold each other.

☆ "Ticci" Toby - Monopoly night

Good luck..i hope you will survive this devilish game!

You and Toby treating it completely serious.. you know, getting all dressed up into elegant clothes and having the night of your life..or maybe even longer..Hey, you are serious investors! Monopoly deserves to be approach with respect! The other funny idea is just creating the background of character you will play as and trying not to come out of it! Anyways..you sitting opposite and playing against each other. If he is in a good mood, he will let you win just to see your pretty smile! ..well and maybe to finally end your endless game..

,,Ah you got me..you are the best Y/N, arent you? Now..what do you want as a reward?~” - he chuckles softly (if his pupils could turn into the hearts, they totally would!) as you enjoy your victory.

☆ Laughing Jack - making homemade ice creams

Yeah right..what is better than spending time with someone you love and make sweets at the same time??

I think that the whole making process would be way funnier than eating..but hey, how can you ever be bored with Jack? On the nice warm day, you go into kitchen and come up with this brillant idea - its ice cream time. You would definitely wear this silly aprons (you guys look so cute in them!). And even if you put nice music in the background, your laughs are way louder than it..the whole house fills with your happiness! Do I even have to say how much mess you made? The cooking turned into small food fight, the ingredients are anywhere but where they should be. No worries tho..after a long long process the ice creams turnet out great (you will not get poisoned, i promise)! Now you can enjoy your sweet meal AND your company!

,,You are so sweet doll..maybe instead of the ice-cream I should eat you?~” he chuckles and picks you up, giving you a gentle twirl in the air.

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JOEL TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU HAVE A MIGRAINE 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: Guess what: I had a migraine and suffered double because it was no only the pain in my head but also the pain in my heart for not being Joel Miller's wife 💔

Migraines weren't unusual for you: whenever your period was coming, you would suffer from it at least for a day, sometimes two

It was also a sign that baby Miller wasn't there, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, you and your husband Joel had discussed the possibility of having a baby and came to the conclusion you wouldn't try but if you ended up pregnant it would be good as well

And as usual when you had your migraine you took a few pills that didn't work at all, so you did your chores like you normally did because the sooner you started them, the sooner you would finish them

You didn't have energy to cook dinner for your handsome husband and though you wanted to take care of him, you also needed to take care of yourself, so you just baked a chicken pot pie and left it in the oven so it would be warm when he got home from work

You grabbed one of Joel's shirts from the wardrobe and put it on, lying in bed and hugging his pillow so you could try to sleep your migraine off surrounded by his scent

When Joel got home, it wasn't very late, but it was already dark and he thought it was very odd there were no lights on in the house. Perhaps you could have gone out to run some errands but then you would've texted him and he checked his phone and saw no missing calls or texts, and your car was in the driveway

He stepped inside and called your name, having no answer, maybe you were asleep, though he knew you never went to bed that early, he climbed upstairs as silently as possible and found a wave of relief when he saw you asleep

Joel hadn't told anyone other than Tommy and you, but he found out Sarah's mom had left when he arrived home from work and found his daughter peacefully asleep in her crib while her mom had simply gathered her stuff and disappeared leaving only a shitty note telling him to take care of their baby

And since then, a small part of him feared coming back home to an empty house after being dumped by the woman he loved. Again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your hair gently; he didn't mean to wake you up but you were looking so lonely and fragile even in your sleep, he knew something wasn't right

"What's wrong baby girl?"

"I have a migraine, Joel"

You answered him in your low voice, your eyes still half closed as you hugged him and let his big hands caress your hair, your face and your body

"I'm sorry I didn't make dinner, but there's chicken pie in the oven, I hope it's enough"

Enough? Joel wanted to burst out laughing, you had taken your time to bake him a pie that was more delicious than his own mother's - and she should never know that - even if you were in pain and you were apologizing and worrying it wasn't enough for him? He didn't even know if he deserved you in the first place, you were definitely too good for him

"It's wonderful baby girl, everything you do is amazing, you should relax, I'll be back later"

Joel kissed your lips gently and placed a soft peck on your forehead, covering you with a blanket and went to do his own stuff

Joel kept silent while having dinner, showering and watching some TV. When he felt tired he went upstairs with a glass of water and some headache pills just in case you needed them

He got under the blankets and quietly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer and falling asleep

Later that night, Joel would wake up to the bed empty, he would see the pills and the glass of water were gone, so he goes downstairs and finds you eating a slice of your pie. You explain you felt hungry and he feels better knowing that your migraine was closer to its end now that your appetite is back since you get very nauseous during your crisis

He makes sure you drink a lot of water and washes your plate so you don't have any trouble

He sits on the couch with you and decides to give you some clit rubs, hoping it will help you forget about the pain

It does but you are now so wet and needy for him, he decides to eat your pussy, enjoying the fact it's just the two of you at home

Once you cum for him, you try to please him, but he assures you he doesn't want to, as you both can enjoy once you are feeling better

You and Joel go to bed and you fall asleep in his arms, knowing you would feel much better once morning came, because you had a loving husband who takes care of you just like you take care of him ❤️

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A/N: I spent my whole day yesterday struggling with a headache and I know my life would be a lot easier if Joel was my husband 🥺😭

[legitalicat]

Get to know Appalachian Sihtric

Collection Masterlist here!

Appalachian Sihtric is getting interviewed for a local newspaper. He has become a pillar in his community, and the people want to know more. These are his real, unedited answers.

If you have any questions you want to ask Appalachian Sihtric, feel free to drop them below or send them in.

Q: You come home after a long day at work. Name three things you're doing first.

Sihtric: Kissing my woman. That is the number one thing. She opens my truck door for me when I get home just for that. And then, I'm probably gonna hop in the shower. It's dirty work I do. And my woman, YN darlin' I love you, she cooks while I'm showerin' so then I get to just relax and eat dinner with her.

Q: What is your favorite meal?

Sihtric: Aw shit, that's hard. I'm a big breakfast person. Love me a good plate of biscuits and gravy. I think otherwise, gotta say chicken and waffles, or French toast if we go to Cracker Barrel, or pot roast. YN's mom makes the best pot roast, especially her Sunday deer pot roast.

Q: What sort of activities do you like to do in your free time?

Sihtric: Keeping YN away from animal auctions, hahahaha. But seriously, I love to go fishin'. I used to go huntin', but YN worries if I go alone and Finan and Osferth can't shut up long enough to get a deer, and Uhtred has enough kids he can't come out.

Q: What would you say is your favorite childhood memory?

Sihtric: Aww man. My favorite thing ever was when my grandparents used to take me to flea markets and yard sales. I'd find so much cool shit, I was like a dragon and would hoard all the little things. It was so much fun, and I still have a couple things. Like a guitar, I got it hanging up in our bedroom, and I made my grandpa sign it for me. He was crazy talented musically and to this day, that thing is my favorite thing I've ever owned.

Q: Last one for now. Where is your favorite place to go with your wife, YN?

Sihtric: This may be the hardest question ever, hahaha. There are no bad places with her. I think the most beautiful times we have together are like, the really mundane stuff. Going to the grocery store and the like. Something that reminds me, shows me, we're working together and building a life and a future together. She gets really happy when I take her to buy video games, too, so anything that gives her that level of joy is always amazing. As far as like, date spots go? Probably Cracker Barrel. It's probably the simplest place I could take her, I know, but gods above. She loves the food, loves the atmosphere. She loves wandering the gift shop, especially around the holidays and they get a bunch of really neat stuff.

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Alastor x F!Overlord! Reader pt2.

~ this is just a continuation of the bottom half of the previous fic!!! I absolutely adored writing this and I’m so glad ya’ll are liking it too!!

Warnings: dead kid, swears, vomit, bullemia, drinking, insane harm to the body, could be kinda mind fucking,weed, mentions of partying and Valentino wanting to gangbang but not actually getting none.

MORE EASTER EGGS!!!!

Taglist: @genderlessdude92 @projectdreamwalker @whitewolfsoldat @sirens-and-moonflowers

Enjoy~

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“Good morning dear!”

“Good morning darling! I have your eggs and bacon ready for you!” I called out to my husband, taking the coffee pot off the stove and pouring two small cups, wiping my hands off on my apron and calling the children down.

“James, Mary! Come down and get your breakfast before you have to get going for school!”

“Coming mama!” I heard from the top of the stairs, I always end up having their father have to drive them anyways, I think they’re doing it on purpose at this point.

“Mmmmm! That smells delicious y/n!” My husband compliments as he walked into the kitchen, coming up behind me he wrapped his hands around my waist and gave my cheek a kiss.

“Oh Vox! Let me go I’m going to spill the coffee!” I giggled out trying to pour our glasses. He took the two cups along with their saucers and set them at the table.

“Well you look nice!” I complimented, his pinstrip suit and sharp neck tie making him look quite dapper. He sent me a smile and whipped out this mornings newspaper from the dogs mouth. “Good boy sparky.” He patted him on the head and gave him a treat.

“Momma momma guess what!!!” Mary ran up to me with her little hands behind her blue sailor dress. James took a seat at the table next to his father pretending to be him. All gotten and sophisticated.

“What is it my darling?” I asked bending down at the waist inspecting her hair to see if it was fit for school.

“I buckled my shoes on all by myself!” She bounced up and down on her red little loafers.

“Oh look at that! You have!” I smiled at her cupping her hands in my cheeks and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I matched you mama!” She said point to my own red pumps adorning my feet. “Yes darling, now why don’t you go sit and get some breakfast.”

She ran up to the table in excitement, not yet able to reach the chair. Vox picked her up and placed her in the chair, patting her head and serving her some bacon from the plate in the middle of the table.

“Now James, you have little league after school, so you better be going right to practice, if I get another call from Mr.Johnson saying you where out in the field with those “friends” of yours again, your going to be in big trouble mister.” I sternly scolded him, sitting down to eat my own breakfast.

“Yes mom” he looked down embarrassed from our discussion last night.

“Oh cmon dear, let him have some fun occasionally, but James you really should listen to your mother.”

“Okay dad.” He perked up a little and went back to eating.

Playing with the string of pearls around my neck, a bad habit I developed when I became stressed, I tried to not bounce my leg but I couldn’t help but feel this ugly weight on my shoulders.

Standing with my coffee cup in my hand and I walked to where Vox keeps his good liquor, we usually save it for special events but… this feeling… I have a feeling my regular dose of Valium wouldn’t help…

Taking the pristine bottle from the cupboard, I got a flash in my eyes

~ “here you are darling, I got this special blend from a connection of mine on earth, I figured we could celebrate the success of our deal in a more fashioned manor,”

“Oh Alastor that’s wonderful, thank you!” I took the bottle gently from his hands, the heavy glass weighing my hands down.

Popping the cork and pouring a small amount into eachother glass, we cheered then completely disregarded the drink… instead going for each other’s mouths. Missing it like a drug.

“Y/n-“

Clawed hands grab onto my shoulders and I feel the weight of this bottle taken from me.

“Is everything alright dear?” Vox asked, feigning concern .

“Oh, yes I’m just fine, all the chores I need to get done today just making me think a lot.” I replied leaning on him for support, as his hands go to my waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

“Oh dear, why don’t you let me take over for the day and you just go to the salon and get your nails done, maybe see if you can get some extra time on the massage part.” He suggests, starting to pull me away from the cabinet and sitting me down.

I try to come up with a comprehensive anwser but~ I just feel so…… sleepy. So tired…..

Feeling a soft, plush ground now supporting me, I still struggle to come up with a scentence, my head falls to my pillow and I start to drift off.

“Just relax dearest… I’ll take care of everything… trust me….” I turn over and look into my husbands eyes, feeling the malicious intent behind them, yet not being able to…. Actually move my body…. I can’t turn away—

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“Hey y/n did you see Vox staring at you during class?” My hellion friend asked me, closing my bottom locker with her tail.

“What? No he wasn’t.” I respond trying to hide my smile behind my books.

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? Of course he was.” Helga said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me as she applied more of her lipstick, then closed her locker. “Cmon, Heathers waiting for us in the cafeteria.” She said taking my arm and pulling me along.

“Y/n there you are, I need you to forge a hot but horny love note from Valentino to Marta Doonstick.” She said, flipping her hair over her horns, picking up her pencil and paper and handing it to me.

“Shit Heather I don’t have anything against Marta…” I cringed, this high school drama bullshit is so not fetch.

“You don’t have anything for her either, cmon, it’ll gets Vox’s attention too.” She smirked looking over to Hattie. “Hattie bend over, y/n needs something to write on.”

With an exasperated sigh she turned around, mindful to keep the bottom of her skirt held down, as she let me use her back to forge this note. In the most cursive stylish writing I could manage, I wrote out a whole letter to Marta, from Valentino asking her to come to his party this weekend.

Helga slowly made her way to Marta’s lunch spot, as we watched with intent, I quick glanced over to where Vox and Valentino where sitting. Seeing him chuckle made me smile, as I dazed off about him however I failed to notice his eyes shift to me. When I came to I realized we were in the bathroom, Hazel puking her guts up, and Heather and Hattie fixing their makeup in the mirror.

“Y/n did you hear what I asked you?” Heather whipped around the look at me.

“Um… sorry what?” I squinted at her before looking to her lipstick. I blinked and suddenly I’m in a completely different room, a boudoir with a giant vanity set up, I’m sat in front of the mirror with the same shade of lipstick in my hand, and my top lip done, only… it’s sneered over my cheek.

“Y/n deer, we have to go or we’ll be late for Carmillas meeting.” I looked over to the right of me, my surrounding sight no longer being blurry but clear as the morning sky. A man in a red coat with furry ears and a cane stood there fixing his coat in the mirror.

“Sorry I just… zoned out. I nicked some weed off of Angel earlier and I am, whew, I am out of it.” I responded, taking the handkerchief he offered me from his hand and wiping my cheek off. Handing it back to him our hands crossed and he came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, I could see his hands… I could feel myself sitting in the stool, seeing the perfume bottles on my desk… yet I couldn’t feel anything.

“Y/n…..y/n………. Y/N!!” I suddenly DID feel the hands on my shoulders shaking me out of it. Heather was still in the mirror, Hazel was in the stall and Hattie was shaking me.

“Huh?” I replied wearily.

“C’mon Hazel let’s take another look at today’s lunch.” Heather smirked and stormed out of the bathroom.

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“Hi Velvette, this is today’s lunchtime poll.” Heather said to the pink haired girl, all she could do was click away at her bag phone before rolling her eyes to look at us.

“The exterminators come down unexpectedly, saying their going to kill off all of hell in the next 48 hours, the same day King Lucifer comes to you and gives you 58 million dollars, what do you plan to do?” She asked giving Velvet the handful of copies she printed for her to hand out.

With a forced smile she goes “I would throw and end of the world fashion show, only inviting Hell’s most sovereign overlords and big shots-“

“AND THEN PAY EVERYONE FOR A HELL WIDE GANGBANG” Valentino cuts her off, throwing his hands in the air excitedly. Making a disgusted face Velvet turns away with the papers and walks out going to post them around the school.

I looked over at Vox, hoping he would see it as an indication to answer and not me totally saying he should use the money to whisk me away and go to make our point.

He met my eyes then took a deep breath sitting up a bit more. “Well I for one would want to maybe… find a pretty girl-“ shifting his eyes back to me, “then rent a boat and, row out to the middle of the sea, get some liquor and just, have at it.” He said putting his hands under his chin and tilting to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If I was this girl would you keep me safe from the aliens?”

“As long as I could, trust me… with your safety.” His eyes started to become swirly and, my stomach starts to be all twisted… It’s getting like, really hard to… to breath. I feel a weight hold up my hips as I close my eyes and pass out.

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“Oh hello, did Vox show you around the house yet?” I wrapped around his side, seeing his colleagues in our living room for our dinner party. Perm and Jam brought a nice wine and I had just come back from setting it down in the kitchen.

“So shall we head upstairs?” I asked only for my waist to be pulled back down,

“I’ve got it dear why don’t you go finish making dinner?” He asked adjusting his tie and lighting one of my homemade candles.

“Oh are you sure? it’s really no trouble it’s a slow cooking, the ossobuco won’t be done for another 3 hours.” I double check with him.

“Yes of course go get us some wine or something.”

“But…”

“Trust me dear…. Trust me…. With the tour.” He said holding my face tight and forcing me to look directly into his eyes… from which I can’t look away.

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A ballroom, large and golden and grand awaits me when I get to the palace, my dark blue shimmering dress catching the attention of an elegantly dressed man with a yellow and red suit adorning the space below his rectangular head. We danced through the night yet when midnight struck I suddenly remembered my goal, to come and meet the prince.

*clang* *clang* *clang*

“Oh no… oh dear.” I sat away from the gentleman and stared horrifically at the clock.

“What is it?” My gentleman asked trying to reach for my gloved hand again.

“Oh, I have to go, I have yet to meet the Prince..” I trail off.

clang* *clang* *clang*

“No you can’t leave yet.” He begs trying to follow me.

“Oh no please, I must leave.” I rebound and started to leave… I couldn’t let the Prince see me in rags.

“STOP HER”

I bump into a guard and when I went to apologize I turned to his face and there he was again…

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“Alright partner, what are we looking at?” I question putting on some sterile gloves and going to lift the sheet of the stabbed victim when I got pushed away but my asshole of a partner.

“Don’t worry y/n let me handle this.” He said taking the sheet off the body and starting the inspection.

“Ugh, yeah no, last stab case you thought I’d read the neighbor, and Mrs.Santos was an innocent old lady.” I scoffed and shoved him aside only to get elbowed in the ribs. Turning to slap him I looked into his eyes.

“Just trust me….” He spoke lowly, his mouth bleeding just a smidge……..

Why is my stomach queesy-

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“Get up you peice of shit,” throwing a glass of water on my husband he shoots up wiping his screen off the look at me.

“Who’s Venice?” I yell ready to refill my glass.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??” He yells back now fully awake, I came storming back into the bedroom. “I don’t even know who Venice is!!! What the fuck does that even mean!!? Venice?? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my fucking life!!”

“WHOS VENCIE?” I yell again throwing another glass at him.

“Oh, baby…. Baby baby, me and Val we, we’ve been investing in, in Italy.”

“Oh, you were investing in Italy?”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” He says shimmy up the bed to where I am at the foot of it still with a glass of water.

“You know what, you, your a big fucking liar!!” I throw the glass back at him and storm away.

“FUCK YOOOOU!!!” he yells, throwing himself around the bed. Having a tantrum like our toddler.

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He leaned in to kiss me with his eyes closed. But I just kinda stood there looking at him.

Quickly sitting his hips back up he looks at me with hearts for eyes on his screen.

“Wow” he laughs out awkwardly.

“You can go now.” I smile at him, my hair bouncing off my shoulders.

“I thought I might stay over tonight.” He smirks.

“Why?” I asked titling my head.

“Cause we’re girlfriend boyfriend.” He shrugs with that smile still on his face.

“To do what?” I ask again still not understanding.

After a pause he shakes his head.

“I’m actually not sure.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Is it Box?”

“Box is just a really good friend, and this is my dream house, this is y/n’s dream house, this isn’t Vox’s dream house, right?”

“Ah haw haw haw~ right as always”

“Besides its girls night.” I turn to look at the other y/n’s setting up, I see astrophysicist y/n turning on the radio to stream our music when this, earily old love song comes on. I’m meant to turn back to Vox but staring at the radio….. I’m stuck….

“Cmon y/n the presidents here” Hotel owner y/n says going back to brushing bar keeper y/n’s hair.

“She’s right, I am, you’re welcome.” She smiles at me before going back to the hair brushing. I blink out of it and look at my surroundings. I’m standing alone in a dark room… well sitting more like… actually…. I’m tied to a chair. A hanging light turns on and Vox comes into the room.

“Oh Vox there you are, are we in Y/n land anymore?”

“Finally awake y/n.”

“Yeah? I’m so confused where are we?” I ask still smiling at him.

“I want you to tell me where your BOYFRIEND stashes his vault.” He asks swinging a knife around, pulling my hair and nicking my throat.

“OW, what the hell Vox?” I yell at him still struggling against my chair. He pushes my chair down and as I hit the floor, the table to the side of us knocks something over…. It’s my radio!! From y/nland!! It clicks on and as it buzzes through stations my chest starts to feel heavy… wait, where did Vox go? I turn my head to look around for him only to not see him anywhere, sitting up I pick up the radio to try and turn it off.

“Oh hey! How did my ropes come undone?” I ask the air looking around my wrists, not even seeing a red mark. It stopped making noises and just went to static, I saw flashing from the outside of my eyes and turned to look out the window seeing the world flash from a city in the night to …. in between tv stations?

A door to my right creeks open and my curiosity gets the better of me, I leave the radio and make my way to the door, opening it I feel a magnetic pull and fall thro-

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“Welcome back we’re here today making a gourmet venison dish, my assistant chef y/n has so graciously prepared all our ingredients.”

I look out to the wall Vox is talking to, I was no longer in my disco outfit, I was in a chef uniform? Looking down my hands were just cutting the vegetables next to me without me even thinking. Vox was preparing the food but I was dazed out… looking past the wall…

“OW!” I yelped, shifting my gaze to my hands when I noticed my hands had been cut…. Multiple times, blinking a bit I realized there were no vegetables…..

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“How long has she been in distress?”

“About 22 minutes doctor.”

“Don’t you worry y/n, we’re gonna fix you all up.”

I had blinked again and suddenly I’m being rushed around in a hospital bed, the bright lights flashing above me imparting my vision a bit, but I could still make out two figures, one with big pigtails and one with… a rectangular head…. The only thing really standing out to me was that… I still had my chef clothes on…

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I’m wheeled into an operating room where they start to wrap up my hands and….. other stab wounds….

“She’s started on some saline doctor.” I hear a British voice state.

“Good good, let’s get these cleaned out.”

I turn my head over to see a radio in a patients room and suddenly my head goes fuzzy again, I close my eyes trying to drown out the noise, but it starts to grow… and grow… in my head, it feels like my brain is vibrating… I need to get out of here, I… I can’t….

“AHHHHHHH!!!” I sit up, starting to rip the operating sheets that where laying on me off, and running out of the room to the outside of the hospital…. And nobody followed me?

I could feel the stab wounds folding in on my body, like an empty hole all over my insides. I ran, and kept running, not even realizing the scenery changing all around me, all I had was one though, I’m getting the fuck away from here.

Looking behind me I noticed I was quite far from the hospital now, so far I couldn’t even see-

“Ow! What the hell y/n?!” Hazel yelled at me, I had bumped into her on her way out of the cafeteria, her chocolate milk carton spilling out all over her outfit.

“Oh what the fuck.” I yelled to nobody in particular, I looked around seeing I was back at Westbork high school.

“Y/n are you feeling okay? The party you and Heather went to must’ve been a rager. You’ve been off all day.” Hattie comforted, putting my hair up with her scruncci.

“Uhm, I gotta go guys.” I said backing away and trying to run out the door when Heather made eye contact with me.

“YOU! You’re a dead girl walking Y/N!!” She screamed and started chasing me. I booked it towards the door, and tried not to look back but Velvet and Valentino where chasing me too now.

“Y/N darling let’s talk, just stay here at school!” Velvet yelled at me reaching her arm out to try and grab me. I could see the door… it’s right there, so close!

I burst through the door trying to gather my bearings. I reached up to wipe my forehead but my hand was all wet.

I was dripping with water and sitting on my bed,

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”

I heard from the other room.

“Oh HELL NO.” I screeched and stood up to try and get out through the balcony in our room. Juuuuuust to trip over something… squishy and hard?

“Hey Mamaaaaaa! You tripped on my baby doll!” Mary scolded me. Sitting up I was now lying face down on our living room floor, Sparky licking at my face… the liquor cabinet open and all the bottles smashed. Sitting up with my hands shaking harder than a washing machine with too many clothes in it, I reached for my baby.

“Mary… sweetie, where’s daddy?” I asked her, scared for the answer but needing to know.

“He’s at James’s game remember?” She said holding onto my chest tight and playing with one of my pin curls.

“He’s there right now?” I inquired holding her head close to my chest. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know my babies need me to be there for them. “No he just left a few minutes ago, he said he was going to stop at his office to grab his camera before going to the game. Mrs.Gabole is gonna be here in a few minutes to babysit me.” She responded bouncing up and down in my lap, excited for the sweet elderly neighbor to come and hang out with her.

“Not today baby.” I replied picking her up and scooping Sparky under the other arm, I hurried out to the garage grabbing my purse with my car keys in them.

“Awwww why not?” She whines petting sparky while I buckled her up.

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” I kissed her head and shut the door, jumping into the drivers seat and thinking of the quickest way to get to the baseball field.

In my panic I didn’t even realize how fast I was going through all the stop signs and officers blowing their whistles at me.

“Mommy slow down your scaring me!!” Mary shouted from the back. Snapping out of it I took my foot off the gas and turned to console her.

“I’m sorry baby mama’s just worried for Jam-“

“MOMMY” was the last thing I heard before we were rammed by a large produce truck.

There was smoke clouding my vision, I could feel the blood dripping front my forehead, I couldn’t hear Mary anymore…. But when I turned around she wasn’t in her seat… she was stuck in the back window

Stepping out I saw the damage to my car. I walked over to a field near the intersection and laid down. I feel like I’m in this weird dream, all I can hear is ringing… faint voices of officers and the guy I hit and pedestrians… static…. I could see my vision start to go blurry again, grasping the ground beneath me I tried to stay on this plane… I’m done… I don’t wanna do this anymore….. I want my kids….. I want my bed….. I want…. Alastor……

Closing my eyes I succumbed to the feeling just so that I wouldn’t have to fight it anymore, but when I opened my eyes… I had that. I had a blaring headache, as the feeling came back to my body it felt like I was stuck in a lightning storm and my whole body was electrocuted. But out of all the faces stood above me, painted with worry, there was only one I could pick up on…. His pointy ears and sharp smile standing out amongst the rest.

“Hello deer! How are you feeling?” He questioned, his smile never faltering.

Sitting up I looked around, I was back in the hotel, Husk holding a glass of water for me, Angel dust comforting fat nuggets and the grey one calming the princess.

“You were asleep for a loooong time y/n.” Husk said non-cholantly. “Are you okay?” He got closer to me. Taking a deep breath and not feeling like my chest was duct taped closed, I took another panicked look around…

“……….WHAT THE FUCK”

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AN: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE YA’LL LIKE IT TO

MWAHAHAHAHAHGAA IVE LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO COME BACK FOR PART THREE 😘 SEE YOU THEN!!!

If you can pick up on any of the Easter eggs, (places y/n was, objects, storyline) within this chapter or the last one, leave a comment and you can get a sneak peek for chapter 3 ;)

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I know I'm late but if you're still looking for prompts:

"So you stabbed me??"

It's not the first time TK has met his family. It's not even the first big celebration that TK has been to with both of his sisters and their husbands and assorted children in tow. It is, however, the first church picnic that TK has been to with them.

Luisa currently has five plates of pie in front of her and she's angling for the point of the nearest slice of Ana's selection. Ana's fork comes down on top of hers without even looking away from the conversation she's having with Mrs. Cairns. "That's my pie."

"So you stabbed me?"

Ana nods politely at Mrs. Cairns who looks amused, and turns back to Luisa. "You know the consequences for pie theft." She looks at Luisa's hand. "Don't be a baby, it didn't even break skin."

TK's staring at all of them over his one (singular) slice of black bottom cherry pie. Not a bad choice, but it's an amateur move not to start at the other end of the table so you can get to Anabeth Pritchard's buttermilk pie before it's gone. Luisa and Carlos both scored slices, but Ana got waylaid by Lucy Muller on her way to the table. Ana's eying Luisa's slice and Luisa ostentatiously moves it away from Ana.

Ana switches her attention to Carlos. "Trade you half of your buttermilk pie for half of my lemon meringue?" He shakes his head.

She narrows her eyes. "Half of your buttermilk pie for half of my slice of Mary Gearson's peach pie." He starts to shake his head and she holds up a finger. "And I don't tell TK about what happened at your 5th grade square dance recital."

TK looks up, interested, and Carlos narrows his eyes at her. "You really want to play dirty? I can tell Mom about what really happened to that pot of chili," he trails off.

Ana darts her eyes in their mother's direction and hisses, "You wouldn't dare."

TK looks around the room and asks nobody in particular. "What happened to good clean Christian fun?"

Luisa snorts and waves a fork. "It's all fun and games until someone loses a pie."

TK blinks at her, and opens his mouth like he has questions and then thinks better of it and takes a bite of his pie and chews thoughtfully. "It's good pie?"

Carlos sighs and reminds himself that he loves TK and mentally sacrifices his buttermilk pie and cuts a piece off for TK and hands it to him. TK eyes him dubiously, and Ana and Luisa stop talking to stare and him and wait for his reaction. TK's eyes close as he chews and he lets out a tiny broken sound that Carlos is intimately familiar with, and he licks the tines of the fork to chase the rest of the buttermilk filing clinging to them. Carlos's mouth feels dry.

TK swallows and his eyes slowly open. "That was . . ." He eyes the rest of Carlos's pie, and Carlos wordlessly pushes it in his direction.

Ana looks at both of them and smacks Carlos with the back of her hand. "I offer to trade you half my slice of Mary Gearson's peach pie and you give it up for free to a pretty boy who puts on a show?"

He cocks his head and watches TK take another bite, cheeks hollowing a little as he makes sure to suck the filling off the fork, red lips closed around it, long lashes dark against the pale skin of his cheeks. "Worth it."

Luisa leans her head against Ana. "That's how you know it's true love." He spares a glance away from where TK is making eating pie look like something that ought to be done behind closed doors, to find both his sisters looking at him with soft smiles.

Luisa catches him looking and straightens, and makes a play for his slice of Mary Ellen Fahey's banana cream pie, and that is an act of war.

Note - I don't know if Buttermilk Pie is orgasmic per se, but it is really damn good.

[enteringdullsville]

Underrated Real Time Fandub Lines: Sonic Adventure 2

“Za Warudo!”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

Sonic trades barbs faster than his mind can process them.

“THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC! I’M TAKING IT FROM THE oh wait, Sonic isn’t here. Knuckles, I’m taking your emerald.”

Eggman fails to account for the Master Emerald’s guardian.

“SHADOW.”

“Thanks, I forgot who this was! Did we ever establish our names? Hi, I’m Sonic!”

All said in the same angry tone of voice.

“F*** you, moon! You never had the cheese I wanted!”

Doctor Ivo Robotnik, IQ of 300.

“I’m sorry, did you not consent to me saving your life? I’ll put you back down, I’m sorry!”

Knuckles knows not to push his boundaries.

“And now I will control the universe! AND EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO WATCH splatoon2letsplays BY EGGMAN! NOW GET IN THE F***ING ROOM!”

I feel like it would’ve been easier to put it on the news while you were taking everyone’s Best Buys, but you do you, buddy.

“THANKS, JESUS!”

Knuckles and the big man upstairs go way back.

“You know I’ve seen my fair share of piss rocks~”

“…You said that really sensually!”

I quote Sonic’s response constantly.

“What you see is what you get! Just a guy who loves piss rocks…and adventure. I’m gonna run now.”

“What the f***.”

From Shadow, that kinda hurts.

“It’s been seventeen days…”

Cut to later…

“THREE YEARS! I’VE BEEN IN HERE FOR THREE YEARS!”

How much time passed between those fades?

“Please stop, Ivo.”

“Uh…HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME?”

This can go one of three ways. Either Eggman’s lying to cover his tracks, his full name is Ivo Ivo Robotnik (his actual name is pronounced “Eee-Voh”), or he’s just named “Doctor”.

“I put hot sauce on everything-”

“No.”

Alfred immediately catches on to what Ryan’s going for.

“WOOP! WOOP! THAT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE!”

“That rap! It reminds me of her!”

I really want to know what the heck crimes Maria committed.

“I’m here to show you what Ninten can do…and what Za WaruDON’T!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Shadow as he prepares his epic Earthbound Beginnings/Jojo crossover fanfiction.

“My follower base!”

“And yet they still can’t figure out how to get nazis off their site.”

In which Shadow utterly scorches the entire platform.

“As long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.”

“I don’t have a character motive.”

The best part is that since Shadow’s been shot down to Earth for reasons completely unrelated to G.U.N., he really doesn’t have a character motive other than being a troll.

“Are you my mom?”

“No? What? The f***?”

Amy the Hedgehog to Tails, who is a boy, a fox, and far younger than her.

“Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.”

You can just hear the realization hit him.

“NOW GET OUT OF MY F***ING FACE! BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO.”

Odd as it may be to put a line from the moon rant in an “underrated lines” compilation, nobody talks about how brilliant a conclusion this is.

“I can’t believe he came to his intervention drunk.”

Really? Because it sounds just like him.

“Here comes the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!”

DJ Inexplicable Talking Gemstone’s new hit rock song.

“Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!”

That’s one heck of a way to introduce yourself, Amy.

“When I see you, it is ON SIGHT! IT IS ON! SIGHT-”

“Yeah, piss off.”

The Ultimate Life Form cares not for your threats.

“What the f***, you Hot Topic hot sauce motherf***er, why would you even say anything!?”

“There’s nothing hotter than hot sauce, Rouge.”

That’s not even remotely an answer to the question she asked you!

“But I wanted the last thing I breathe to be pot!”

I always used to mishear it as “pie”.

“I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO REEEAD!”

“That’s not really a surprise!”

Amy’s line was golden as is. Tails’ barely audible snapback is just icing.

“And that is why I! Am the true owner of the world! That’s right! All that you see before you? Everything the piss touches? That is your kingdom! And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it!”

…what?

“MAN, THOSE BALLS SURE ARE SHAKING.”

Yes, thank you, Knuckles.

“Ah gave birth.”

Another great throwaway line.

“As we know, my dick is on my hand.”

This guy’s about to jack off…

“If I gave Shadow fifteen apples…and then Amy gave Shadow another sixTEEEN…and then Tails took away three…my question is…what is the total mass of the sun?”

“As Obama told me, it’s THREE!”

“YOU FIGURED IT OOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu…ah.”

“Why does it sound like he’s getting further away-this is stupid.”

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful binge watch.

“Wait, that’s no moon, that’s a space station!”

“Nice reference. I also love Star Trek.”

Oh, Shadow.

“Shadow didn’t deserve to die for his piss-”

“Yeah he did!”

“-but here we are.”

She’s not wrong.

“My shoes-my shoes in my reflection are opaque, bye!”

Again, she’s not wrong.

“I’m not understanding any of this, but here’s a gloog.”

We all need a gloog in our life.

“So if we were to all drink piss, does that make you or me?”

“It makes us both avid piss drinkers.”

This explains so much.

“Can I ask you, um-”

“No. Make sure to like, comment and subs-”

No is one of the greatest words in the English language.

“This is a Big McIntosh…”

“Eeyup.”

It took me years to catch that reference.

“This is wagyu steak. Named after the dog, because wagyu tail?”

“WHAT?”

…I got hit by a “deez nuts” joke.

“I’m gonna get a paper towel.” (Grabs a jar of pickles)

Eh, close enough.

“Don’t worry, this one literally has gold on it, so you will die if you eat it.”

“Good, that was the goal.”

Talk about a rich flavor.

“You hit me in my nose! That’s the spot where I don’t like being hit!”

“Well then that’s where I’ll hit you on repeated instances!”

Sonic being a menace to society.

“Hey, that’s some good bars man, y’know I’m coming to kill you right now.”

“…Can you not do that?”

“Uhhh, for how long?”

“Give me at least…y’know fifteen, sixteen…years.”

Followed shortly by Eggman trying to gaslight Sonic into thinking he destroyed the world.

“If they did make a prune juice cocktail, like half prune juice, half vodka, that would be called the ‘factory reset’.”

I have no idea how they started talking about prune juice, but whatever.

“I HAVE…REEFER MADNESS!”

The Dark Story version of Rouge and Knuckles’ encounter is…strange to say the least.

“Hey that’s…”

“Hey, that’s…”

“Hey, that’s…”

“Hey, that’s!”

I think Shadow’s the fake hedgehog around here.

“I’m gonna kill you, and I’m sober now, ‘cause I went to my own intervention!”

Sometimes it just be like that.

“That was completely unnecessary. My back hurts now.”

Screaming for three consecutive years finally caught up with him.

“I diagnose you with DEAD, Wazowski!”

The entire Roz sequence came out of nowhere, and I love it for that.

“IS THIS WHAT HOT TOPIC IS NOW?!”

Not pictured: the epilogue to the Piss Saga.

[two-sides-halved]

Continued | @erisdiamas

"Yes, Human Steven is the vice principal of Little Homeschool's program. He needs his rest and he needs to eat. I wish he didn't have to put more responsibilities on himself, but this is how he takes a little control of his life, and that's making sure this program runs smoothly." Gem Steven replied, as he cooked, hearing the sizzling calming his soul, as well as the pitter-pattering of feet slowly creeping down the stairs. The soft yawns echoing through the hallway, it made him feel a little better about the conversation. "Sometimes all we need to have in life is a little control... I have my own methods of escapism to give me a little control... I've got my games, and I've got mom's room... to help me go over things so I know that they are in fact my fault or not... because sometimes things bother me a little more than they do everyone else... and I know that's a me thing..."

"The fact that it happened once is already troubling... but maybe, you're right about this, maybe it is a different Lapis... and I'm just overthinking things as I am one to do... but I know for a fact, there is a fine line between lying and choosing not to say anything because they can't or they deem it as unimportant, from experience..." Gem Steven replied, he wanted to reassure her that this was coming from a place of worry and concern for her safety but he feels like constantly reminding her would make her sick of him. The boys finally round the corner.

"AaaaaaaaaHHHHHnnnnmmmm... Good morning Gem." Classic Steven said with a sleepy filled yawn as he slowly headed down the stairs, his eyes waking a little more seeing Eris, and waved back with a sleepy wave and warm smile.

"Good morning... you seemed like things were getting heated earlier in the conversation... you both doing alright?" Human Steven asked, as Gem Steven nodded simply in response lovingly making stuffing for the ravioli that he was making on the floured counter top, before gently putting them into a pot of boiling water.

"Yep, just catching up on Eris' time away from home for the last three days... very eventful... very troubling to her poor older brother." He replied with a playful overdramatic huff, before his mood swung back to being annoyed at the sight of that cursed substance, but said nothing since he didn't need to reprimand his brother right that instant since he say that he took it, and started carrying it over to the rest of his stash. "Thank you, Eris. I appreciate it."

"It wasn't a matter of rather Cherry forgave me... I am grateful you all do... it was just I don't forgive myself as easily...--" He stared at her offended.

"I DO NOT HAVE A LAZULIPHOBIA... I literally said through the entire conversation how I didn't like ONE LAPISS... I will admit that my experience with her isn't the most pleasant... and my brother's know how I can be with new people... so forgive me for being worried that you might have been with the one fucking lapiss that I despise because of how she has treated my family and my friends thus far... but it sounds like you're the one afraid that I'll forbid you from seeing her, like I'm some father from a super relatable sitcom, who's forbidding his one and only daughter out of his family of all boys since his wife is gone... is she dead, did she divorce him and leave him with the kids cause they were cramping her indepentant live style of drinking and partying with strangers because waking up to one man for the rest of her live is too fucking mundane for this bitch of a woman to ever want to have in her life... and he's left to raise two sons and daughter on his lonesome so he's even more worried that his only little girl is going to get hurt in that big scary unforgiving world and it'd be all his fault because he cares too much and ended up pushing her right into the dangerous, oncoming traffic of teenage hormones in the form of a bad boy, leather jacket wearing, dickhead archetype with dyed blond hair and kissable lips, who make you feel so special in the moment but so fucking stupid after it all comes crashing down around you. Who wears all the red flags imaginable on their sleeve to everyone else but to this teenage boy in the whirlwind of emotions and hormones that is puberty, all those red flags... just seem like shiny neat quirks on this cool and chill persona, who's only gonna end up breaking your heart the longer you watch this trainwreck of relationship go on because you know that never had any substance to begin with..." He huffed, his face twisting into a grimace as if he felt that personally. "But still you watch because it's just a show and the little people on tv can't fucking hear you scream he's gonna break your heart for that new more attractive looking toy on the shelf." He brushes his fingers through his hair and takes a breather.

"Like I said before, I don't have trouble trusting you to know what's right from wrong, it's just the company you choose to keep is what I question... same goes for this dork over here." Gem Steven replied as he gestures to Classic Steven. "So if there's this big announcement can it at least wait until after today... I don't think I can handle any big things other than you three and your birthdays... for once I actually want to relax and spend the day, not doing party prep... I know big shocker, Gem Steven wants to have a good time on the day that makes him feel like the worst person on the face of this timeline... but god forbid I have strong feelings, if I could turn them off I would but good god I can't turn them off even if I wanted to... I can pretend nothing bothers me, but you all would know there's something wrong..." He chuckled through his tears, before looking over.

"Why are you all silently staring at me... am I becoming incoherent and corrupting??" Gem Steven asked before Human Steven spoke gently. "No we were all just listening, and I'd like to tell you the pot of water is about to boil over." Gem Steven quickly refocused on his cooking, and whipped up the food in a lovely display of his cooking skills. "Right... right... I'm feeling a lot better now that I am no longer a dam waiting to burst... but seriously... I think we need just like one god damn day where things don't go down the toilet from minute one... please..."

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some tips for people who just started living on their own

It's been 4 years now, and I'm not regretting a single day that I moved out. No more adapting to what my parents want, no more reporting where I'm going or who I'm bringing over, I can create my save haven the way I like it. For me, it was really the start of becoming myself.

But, there's a bunch of stuff here and there that would've been nice if I had known it from the get-go. And I thought: let's share them!

1 what appliances to invest in?

one thing that is going to come back every single day is cooking. and food is expensive AF if you're not careful. I found 2 great ways to save a bunch of money and they both rely on one thing: Invest in a good freezer! Many grocery stores have systems where they price down things that are close to the shelf life date. One of our local grocery stores can go up to 70% discount! But the problem with those is, you need to eat it right away.... OR DO YOU??? Freezing things close to expiring will let them last for a full freaking month extra. and vegetables go even longer. Plenty of time to use it when you need it (just don't forget to thaw) Be careful though: once you thawed it, you can't freeze it again.

Items are usually also WAY cheaper if you buy them in bulk. Chop them up and in the freezer they go! This one's also great if you don't always have the energy or drive to cook: cook up a large pot of whatever you like, put it in containers and freeze them. I always like doing so with pasta sauce and then cook the pasta fresh~ But it also works great with stews, curry and other types of sauces. stores like IKEA have containers that are just the right size for one meal.

For some of you, the next one may be a no-brainer, but.... My mom was really proud of how fast she was with doing the dishes. She was always like 'why get a dishwasher, I'm faster if I do it myself'. And I have lived up to that same idea up until half a year ago. My kitchen was always a mess, I didn't feel like cooking, inviting people over was embarrassing. I exhausted myself every time visitors would come and I had to fight that monster pile. Please, if you recognize these problems: invest in a dishwasher. Life became SO MUCH easier. My house is clean, my mind is more at ease, social contact increased cuz it's not as big a hassle to clean before guests show up. I really wish I wouldn't have wasted those 3 years fighting a monster that was this easy to tackle in the end...

2 easy cooking

Though it's also a bit of an investment: cooking becomes fucking easy with an airfryer. No oil is added, so it's a bunch healthier. you just put the temperature and timer and it's done. and a lot of things can just fry simultaneously. chuck in some meat and potato's at 400F (200C) for 20 minutes and all you'll have to worry about is adding some vegies with it. springrolls, pizza, potato's, meat. it all gets nice and crunchy too. (prepare vegies in a rice cooker for the same don't-have-to-keep-an-eye-on-it experience. you can cook them simultaneously with rice too!)

Something that became one of my fave dishes of the late is 'stir fried whatever'. it goes like this: Bake whatever meat you fancy, great with egg or tofu too. add whatever vegies (straight out of the freezer is fine). add stir fry sauce in whatever amount seems nice (little for coating, more if you want it to be saucy). make some carbs and you're fucking DONE! no measuring, no thinking what spices to use, it goes with anything and everything. and your local grocery has probably like 5 different flavors. (or at least, it does here. dunno if that's true for America...) like it creamy? add half a cup of soya milk. it takes like 10 minutes tops (not counting the cooking of rice/pasta/potato/bread)

3 think in money or think in space

With tricks like a good freezer, saving money with discount products becomes a whole lot easier. But there are also different discount products that can save you a lot of money. my mom always used to buy like.... packs of 4 toilet rolls. and if you calculate it, buying 3x4 rolls is so much more expensive than buying a 12 pack. But what you'll need for that is space. Try keeping account of a spot like that in your house. cupboard underneath the sink, the spot where they installed the boiler, top shelves you don't often use cuz it's high up, on top of the fridge, garage. I live in an apartment and have a small storage space for my bicycle. Perfect spot for non-consumables. (be careful to keep them out of reach for mice) think toilet paper, tissues, cat litter, soap, shampoo, toothpaste. they'll be good in 2 years too, and you'll still be needing them all the same. I once found this 6 pack of toothpaste for like 3,-! aint no one selling 1 tube for 0,50 when I buy it once I need it.

dunno if this is of any use to someone, but I hope this can help out anyone to safe some money, time or energy! Because it sure did for me.

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I showed my bro your MTNN art since we used to watch & read it years ago. I also told them you were into Sxf which resulted in the following ideas for a crossover between the two:

- Ver 1: Yako is an exchange student attending Eden.

- Ver 2: Yako is an established P.I. & is hired to find out who Twilight is.

- Neuro knows the Forgers are a fake family but he enjoys them for the entertainment value.

- Neuro messes with Loid for fun.

- Yako's mom & Yor become friends & swap "recipes".

- Neuro encourages this much to everyone's horror.

- Neuro calls Anya 'Hatchling' & is surprisingly good with children.

- He also tosses her out the window to see if Yor or Loid would catch her first.

- Neuro finds out about Anya's abilities while Anya finds out Neuro is a demon due to said powers. Unspeakable chaos follows.

Thank you for your patience @monsoonceroom, I kinda forgot about this ask for a while haha 😅 I have a whole crossover storyline planned, but I don't know if I could draw it or not, since my hands are full at least until the end of next year (my WIP list is one meter long folks |||OTZ )

Anyway, I can give you the summary of what I've cooked up (in my head) with this MTNN x SxF crossover:

Our spyboy Twilight was tasked to retrieve a weird radioactive artifact before it could be sell on the black market. Turned out, that thing was one of the 777 Demon Tools (how it was there is not important, 'coz I dunno 🤡) When Twilight touched that thing, it zapped him into the MTNN world.

... right into a middle of somewhere which looked like a demonic ritual in a cult, what with those big pots on open fire and those questionable globs inside.

Neuro whooshed down from the ceiling like he always did and gave our spyboy a heart attack.

After a bit of ruckus (some gun-shootings and some bullet-catchings), they decide to sit down and talk things out. Neuro recognized that stray tool as one of the scouts that he sent out to search for a way back after the timeskip at the end of MTNN manga. Twilight obviously wanted to go back to his world, but Neuro said he didn't wanna because he had no energy to activate such tool.

Spyboy pointed to the horror fest in the background and asked if that was Neuro's next meal. The demon just blankface told him that was for Yako, to celebrate (troll) her latest heartbreak (arresting another creepy stalker by kicking that guy in the face then giving him a mind-breaking talk until he cried his way to the police station.)

Then, an explanation about puzzle this and that:

Neuro did that abstract demonic thingie of his and pointed out that Twilight had a hint of a puzzle on him but it had not ripen yet, and that was the only reason Twilight was still here, in Neuro's office/territory.

Yako arrived at that exact moment and managed to smooth things out. They knew this man as some kinds of secret agent, and he knew them was working as a private detective duo, weird choice for work occupation, but not like he could judge them.

Twilight was surprised that the demon's partner was a young girl Yuri's age. When he asked her about the horror cookings, she was exasperated but confirmed with him that yes, that was normal for her, and yes, she could really eat all those just fine, no problem. Yako asked him to wait a bit for her to search for a small puzzle, so Neuro could send him back asap, because she was worrying about possible dimension paradox etc. etc.

Her earnest reminded Twilight of his girls and her iron stomach of Yuri, he offered to cook her a proper meal in exchange.

So, they went out to search for Neuro's puzzle, Yako's grogery, and Twilight got an eye-opening tour about a world where peace was archived.

After making a personal all-you-can-eat buffet for one, the demon detective duo sent Twilight back to his home as promised. Neuro gave him another scout tool to keep for emergency, because he didn't want to lose track of such a possible great puzzle meal. Twilight was just confused about this bizzare day of his and wondered what he should tell in his report to Handler.

Jump ahead to the future, the detective duo were bored out of their mind in a slow day, when there was suddenly a big explosion in the middle of their office. They found their strange agent curling up over a big white dog and a small girl, and a black-hair woman hovering over him in a protective pose. They were all heavily injured.

The woman snarled something at them, but Yako could only understand a few words, warning them to back off she guessed. The agent looked around in surprise, he struggled to loose the little girl's vice grip on his clothes, gave her to the woman, and turned to face the duo.

The puzzle had ripen, giving off such a rich and complex sense of emotional anguish that made Neuro drool in hunger. If he ate this puzzle, he could sustain his energy for a long while, like the that time he ate that HAL guy's puzzle. Hearing this, the agent calmly told Neuro that he would hand over the "puzzle", in exchange, he wanted them to help his family, give them treatment and shelter until they could heal and get out of their hair.

Neuro told him bluntly that with his injured state, the energy drain might kill him afterward. The agent looked back at those behind him, then nodded, agreed to the risk.

The woman pulled the agent back by his collar and shouted something at him. They argued in a foreign language that Yako couldn't understand but she could guess the gist of it. Yako and the other woman might not speak each other's tongue, but they both had the same sense for when the men in their life about to pull something stupid. It seemed to be universal.

Yako poked the demon in the arm, silently told him to behave with her eyes. Neuro gave her his "deeply displeased face(TM)", when she wouldn't back down, he shrugged and relented. He just had to be more careful and stop before he drained everything then, a child play.

They just let their guests getting out all of their grievance with each other first before telling them the good news. The detective office seemed to gain a new source of entertaiment in their near future.

...

The end, I guess?

This crossover makes more sense in the POV of the MTNN cast than the SxF cast. I can honestly think of nothing else to add to balance them more evenly 🤷‍♀️

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Can you make head cannons of Abby, Bella, Or Ellie dating a Haitian Reader? Like i imagine them to be so into learning about their S/O culture and language. And tearing UP their cultural food

BELLA DATING A LATINA (Haitian) READER

Yes I love this so much as a Haitian who is in love with Bella, Ellie and Abby this is gonna fill my little heart (and hopefully yours as well 😊) #LatinasforBellaramsey

Let’s say your really fluent in Haitian Creole Bella would 100% wanna learn a thing or two so you guys can comunícate with each other. I also have a feeling Bella has a notebook to write down some creole to remember. I lowkey imagine it going a little something like this:

“How do you say hi my name is in Haitian Creole?” You turn to Bella with a smile on your face closing your book “Salut non mwen se” you say as Bella nods his head and jots down what you said “thanks mon amour” Bella said as you snicker nodding your head.

Let’s say your a actress and your doing a Interview and the person interviewing you also so happens to be Haitian I feel like there would be a small segment where it’s you and the interviewer would just start talking in fluent creole and Bella would just sit their like this 🧍🏻‍♀️and nodding their head understand parts of what you guys are talking about. They so cute I feel like they would blurt out “I know a couple of these words”

Now to add on to the notebook thing. I feel like Bella would use it everyday writing down new phrases, or words you say even if she doesn’t know how to spell it and she would hand you the notebook at the end of the day with like ten or twenty new phrases for you to look over. You think it’s cute having a S/O who is so into learning so much about your culture.

“Here babe look over this for me” Bella says handing you her notebook with words that are misspelled and just all over the place. You smile at it before rewriting some words for him “modi li means damn it” you say glancing at them Bella nods his head staring at both you and the notebook. “Bella why are you so into learning Haitian Creole?” You asked as Bella smiles at you “because it’s important to learn different things and also because your culture seems so fun to learn” they would say as you smile.

Bella would 100% be into learning cultural haitian dances and since Bella is already good at dancing it wouldn’t be that hard to teach her (you guys know that she’s so hot trend on TikTok Bella would beg you to teach her how to do it)

When it comes to your cultural food Bella would EAT I mean she will be asking for seconds, thirds, fourths and even fifths to take home.

“plis manje cheri?” Your mother says holding a big pot of Diri ak Pwa Bella turns to you confused waiting for you to translate what your mother had said “she’s asking you if you want some more food” you translate as Bella nods her head like a happy hungry child “mèsi madam” your girlfriend says to your mother thanking her, your mom smiles patting her head and whispering how cute she is.

Bella would love your family gathering she thinks it’s a perfect way to bond with the people who basically raised you, everyone would love her, the elders, the kids, even the pets. The kids would point at her and whisper things to each other in awe

“My cousins are big fans of you” you would whisper point at the kids standing a few feet away from the two of you “really?” You would nod your head before ushering them over to introduce themself. “ou te yon sòsyè pa vre?” Your little four year old cousin ask holding a stuff animal your girlfriend turns to you before you translate “you played a witch” you translate as Bella nods her head with a smile. They pull Bella away to play with her.

Some of the adults would have a problem with you dating Bella because she’s a girl but majority of them don’t really care. Some of them proud of you for finally coming out after years and years of you and your fruity actions.

“Your girlfriend is cute” Your grandma says placing fried plantains in front of you “thank you grandma” you answer as she smiles at you and places a kiss onto your forehead “also beware dear your homophobic family members are here” your grandma says warning you and pointing to people behind you.

Bella would always think about you when she’s working taking pictures of Haitian snacks/food she surprisedly found taking pictures of it and sending them to you with a grin.

“Oh my gosh you got Bonbon Amidon” you say with a big smile on your face. Bella nods her head before taking other snacks and desserts from out of a plastic bag and placing them onto the table “these where my favorites as a child.” You add as Bella opens up one and pops it into her mouth “so what else was from your childhood or your favorite” they say pointing at the snacks on the table.

You always cook vegan free foods for Bella to eat since you know they love your food dearly but if you can’t figure out how you would always call your mother and she would walk you through some vegan free dishes

Bella would learn a lot of Haitian songs on her guitar and you would only smile at the kind gesture. You and Bella would have a little singing and dancing session with you just just jamming out to Haitian songs.

"You are too cute Bella" you say as he turns to you with a grin on his face "what can I say i have a pretty cool girlfriend.”

To wrap it up Bella would 100% love you and everything about you and your culture.

Another Request done I really hope you guys enjoyed this one I tried my absolute hardest with this one and I will work on the Ellie and Abby one later I take criticism so please give me feedback and please request :) orevwa Ⓒ︎ bellaxellie.