#shes my cute lil worm

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

if she was a worm I'd make her a little worm house and give her little bits of lettuce and play her worm music and play little worm games with her and tell her all about my day and

[jasmines-library]

Would it be too much to request a batsis oneshot, about her knowing how to cook😆 like whenever Alfred is not available he leaves her in charge to help ensure the other family members are eating without buring down the house🤭 also a lil thing u could add is she often visits the manor just to cook cuz Alfred always keeps the kitchen fully stocked with ingredients which means she can cook pretty much anything she desires💜 I just thought it'd be cute to have Bruce be envious of his daughters cooking skills whereas he lacks them🤭

Kitchen Antics

Thanks for requesting! This was cute to write!

Word Count: 1k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

“I still don’t think this is very fair.” Bruce pouted as you slid the plate in front of him.

“Hm?”

“This.” He gestured to the plate that you had served to him, piled to the brim. It had taken you hours to prepare, especially without Alfred’s help, but it was well worth it. “How come Alfred lets you cook and not me. I’m a fully grown adult. I should be allowed to cook a meal for my family.”

“Maybe it’s because you can’t actually cook.” You threw over your shoulder with a smug grin. 

That earnt a snort from Damian which he hid poorly behind a hand. Bruce shot him an unamused look. 

“Can too.” Bruce said. This time you raised a brow as you slid into your seat.

“Oh yeah, because the last time you cooked it turned out great.” Jason rolled his eyes. 

You remember it distinctly. It was one of the first times Alfred was away and had reluctantly let Bruce use the kitchen. He had regretted it the moment he returned because his kitchen was hardly recognisable. And the food Bruce had cooked was less so. If you could even count it as food. It was the furthest thing from edible. Somehow undercooked and burnt to a crisp around the edges at the same time. Even Alfred wasn’t sure how he managed to do that, and he had seen almost everything when baking with the rest of your brothers. It was safe to say that Bruce was no longer allowed in the kitchen after that. So, the responsibility turned to you. 

Alfred had always said you had a natural talent for cooking, though you swore it was because you had the best teacher: You had spent countless hours helping him when you were younger and you were the only person he didn’t seem to physically wince at when you walked into the kitchen. So, naturally when he announced he was leaving this week he entrusted you to make sure the family were fed without the entire manor being burnt down, or being filled with takeout boxes.

Your brothers had tried countless times to worm their way into the kitchen, but you ushered them out every time. They were just as bad as Bruce when it came to cooking. There was one time Damian and Dick had tried to bake a cake to surprise Bruce on his birthday. And it did…when the fire they had started nearly set the whole kitchen alight. Luckily Alfred had smelt it before any real damage could happen, but the pair of adults were far from happy. Jason had never shown much interest in cooking. He would usually just grab himself a snack from one of the cupboards instead of actually cooking himself something, so he had never really been an issue to keep out. Though, often he would try to sabotage your work just to wind you up. As for Tim, he was the best out of the four boys. By no means a master at work, it was often slightly bland but he was the only one who hadn’t tried to kill everyone with his cooking so he got bonus points for that. 

“That was one time.” Bruce turned his head away, pouting like a small child.

“Tt. Father, I think you’ve tried to poison us every time you’ve gone near the kitchen.” Damian jested through a mouthful of food. “Perhaps you should ask Joker to try it. Might take a villain off of our hands.”

Tim stifled a laugh. “This is lovely, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

The six of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate, before Bruce finally spoke up again. Cutting through the sound of cutlery scraping against china plates.

“Is my cooking really that bad?”

He was answered with silence. And a lot of smirks.

“...Are you jealous of Y/N, Father?” Dick grinned.

“Psh…No.”

Bruce was a terrible liar. 

~

“Do you need any assistance, Miss Y/N?” Alfred poked his head around the kitchen door. He had returned from his trip not too long ago, glad to see that everyone had been well fed and that the house was still in one piece. 

Glancing up from the bowl of ingredients you were whisking, you met Alfred’s proud glance. “No thank you, Alfred. You already have everything I need.”

Alfred smiled up at you. It was nice for you to stop by once in a while to see them. He enjoyed seeing you cook. Better yet he enjoyed tasting your new creations each week so he kept everything stocked, even if he knew he wouldn’t need it himself. The shelves were lined with all sorts of spices, flours, sugars and ingredients for you to create something new so that if you ever decided to stop by (which you liked to do at least once a week) he would have everything  you could ever need.

Your brothers loved it when you would bring over food to them too. Most of it would be gone in minutes and they would turn to you asking for more. Bruce would do the same too, although he would still have that look of teasing jealousy on his face. But he was proud really. And glad that at least one of his children had enough common sense to not set the entire manor alight when baking a cake. 

BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@xxrougefangxx

@mamapucket

@hearts4robs

@harleycao

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hellooo haiii :]

i saw a while ago that you said that you were fiddleford hater among lovers… do you mind speaking more on that? (sorry i really liek hearing ur views on stuff)

uhh yeah you know what i'll talk a lil about it . why not . i can share some analysis as a treat . will tuck my thoughts gently behind a readmore, so sweet and softlys

i think fiddleford is a fine character its just irritating when narratively he's treated as this very tragic figure when he's an adult man capable of making his own choices . this is a flaw with the books, to be clear - i do not think the actions of fiddleford align with the explicit narrative he has as a nice guy who had a terrible thing happen to him, which stanford must feel soul-crushing guilt over .

this is what bothers me about him: that he is intended to be read as just an all around good dude with tragic circumstances, rather than a messy guy who made shit-ass terrible decisions every step of the way

not even talking about fandom mischaracterization. that's a given in any collaborative fan space and i don't really hold it against people for doing that . fandom is fun, play with your dolls, do whatever - all that mostly means is im not gonna vibe w/ a lot of fanart, it's not going to impact my opinion of the character . i do think it's funny how the collective fanonization of him is simultaneously the wettest meow-meow, but also a total badass when . he's so fundamentally conflict adverse he destroys his own life and body over it .

my man fucks raccoons . i guess that's badass in it's own way . i guess

the thing that is compelling about fidds to me is he is a bit of a worm, and that worminess winds up destroying him from the inside out . he really embodies the entire concept of 'inaction is action', in a way that's deeply frustrating in both fun and not so fun ways

some of the fun things we know about fiddleford:

leveled the downtown area of palo alto

built a robot to try and kill his wife when she tried to divorce him

built robots to kill kids because his son wasnt paying attention to them

brain blasts people to get free labor out of them

started a cult to brain blast people

so horny for Cthulhu Columbo that he did not get his son a christmas present . not a single Tonking Truck . i know your brain is half melted at this point but cmon man

i don't really think the whole leaving his wife in the 70's is all that cute either . it's a one off joke, and there's something interesting about the fact that it's a one off joke . like what kind of financial freedom do people think a single mother is gonna have in this time period? why is that something that goes unchallenged?

and the fact he leaves them for a year is just like . that's also fucked man . i can personally attest to how fucked it is to have your dad just piss off for a year to do contractor work . what a wild subplot to be treated with such little narrative importance to his character . like . the fact that it holds so little importance to fidds is a narrative all on its own

it's just weird how the story treats him, man . he's not that endearing of a dude, which is what i like about him . i like that he makes bad decisions . i like that he doesn't respect when people say "no" . characters should make bad decisions and be bad people . i just really hate this presentation of his own actions being the fault of anyone other than fiddleford

oh also the research paper stint was insane . wild to me that that was presented in the story as like a cool or kind thing to do to someone . like that's a very reasonable boundary for stanford to be upset about being crossed, and its wild how that's presented as him being a jackass . there are MANY things that make ford a piece of shit . being upset about a guy doing something like that behind your back is not one of them

tho that's a whole other conversation about how ford as a character is defined by never having his boundaries respected, and this never being challenged, and in fact he should just be okay with it when it happens by the "right" sorts of people . once an object, always an object . love him

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

rewatching sonic twittok takeover #7 and there were some fucking GEMS of moments in here that i just kinda forgot about so recap

the boys were being SUCH boys in this one. making fart jokes and getting knuckles to hit himself was SO funny

shadow says his favorite flowers are lantanas

knuckles says she wants to see a version of sonic with laser eyes. nobody tell him about fleetway

tails "i hope there's a sonic that's my best friend <3 oH WAIT <3 THAT'S YOU!!! :D"

knuckles's answer to "what's under your gloves" is "what are you, a cop?" he implies this question is invasive

tails describes his own fur as "yellow-orange"

in the "sonic's dream" question, it's implied that sonic is a lil bit needy for attention. also knuckles mentioned he had a dream that the master emerald was talking to him

eggman has seen the incredibles

knuckles also made a ref to "so you're saying there's a chance" which implies he might've seen dumb and dumber. it's also a jim carrey reference

the team makes fun of knuckles for having a crush on rouge (whether or not he actually has a crush or if they're just annoying him on purpose is never stated, but tails did say knuckles bought her daisies. which is funny bc where the hell did knuckles get that money. tails also says he knows bc "he's a gossip")

knuckles refers to himself as "knuckles echidna", which probably wasn't an intentional reference to satam/underground sonic being "sonic hedgehog" but i appreciated it

knuckles once found shadow standing and staring silently at the trees of luminous forest and immediately, without question, started standing there staring with him

tails tries to suck up to razer gaming computers' official account which is really cute

tails gets dizzy during spin-dashing. amy used to but got used to it. sonic was really surprised to hear this

IF WE ALL DON'T REMEMBER THE TAILS "FEAR OF THUNDER" QUESTION WHAT EVEN ARE WE. tails homeless canon

tails says he admires eggman's work ethic and that made eggman emotional bc he doesn't get complimented much

when asked what eggman's fursona would be, amy suggested a fox or a wolf, sonic suggested a sloth or a baby flicky, which made me think of that one @neurotypical-sonic post

knuckles immediately tells a knuckles fan that he's a "terrible role-model" and he shouldn't have fans. then says of his personality: "everything sucks."

amy calls her fortune cards a hyperfixation, which implies that she's canonically neurodivergent

knuckles tries to steal amy's fortune card that has the master emerald on it

amy confirms that her bracelets aren't inhibitor rings which is funny cause that's like, an old 2020 post of mine lmao

amy claims shadow had fun at the hot honey concert and then asks sonic if he was jealous. sonic then proceeded to say that he's great company at a concert. amy invites everyone to a concert and knuckles says he wants to be in the mosh pit. tails says he wants to practice his line dance

when asked how he feels about shadow, tails calls him a misunderstood tragic hero and immediately points out that he's lost someone close to him and been "grappling with that for years."

HYSTERICAL moment when someone asks for rings and knuckles immediately punches sonic and steals his rings

eggman can't even remember starline's name. like bro you killed him

when asked about winter activities, knuckles likes snowball fights, sonic likes snowboarding, amy likes holiday decorating (and is one of the bitches who starts November 1), eggman says seasonal depression gives him great ideas, and tails didn't say anyth

sonic likes trains and supporting public transportation

sonic says he loves sleeping. eggman's been trying "intermittent sleep" which isnt going well

"would you guys like sonic if he was a worm" amy and tails say they would, knuckles says he wouldn't. sonic then quips that amy is a lil scared of bugs

vanilla apparently is constantly inviting the entire sonic squad for dinner. they seem to go over regularly

eggman eats paint

knuckles isn't allowed on the internet without supervision since the "incident."

amy and tails want to be more independent, knuckles wants to be less so.

"if you could swap roles with someone for an entire day, who would you choose" tails wanted eggman in order to get a hold with his tech

"is it painful to give knuckles a fist bump or a handshake" yes

eggman did indeed dissolve GUN during forces

it's implied tails knows what five nights at freddy's is. sonic freddy fazbear will be AT the fridge

sonic liked fighting fang and the end (which he referred to as a narcissistic planet), tails liked fighting chaos cause he "came into his own" during that game, amy says neo metal sonic gave her a headache, and knuckles says he has fought a lot of ghosts

eggman's goggles are for wind protection and style

tails's tails don't get tangled bc he's careful

trip has still been on the northstar islands this whole time. girl really looked out at the planet broken into shards and said "not my fucking problem"

[interastical]

just had a silly idea....how would they respond to reader asking "would you still love me if I was a worm"...any phighters really 👉👈

`` WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I

WAS A WORM ? , ,

" ... darlin' ... what? "

SWORD

Considering how socially awkward the guy is, even with you as his partner, he'd still find himself giving you the most confused stare of his life as the question left your mouth.

"What kind of a question is that??"

When your question is left unanswered for a few short moments, you give him a raised brow and cross your arms - a stupid smirk on your face.

He's flustered, the blush on his cheeks beginning to show.

"Of.. of course I would still love you,"

He'd say, after processing your question - and after succumbing to your teasing and playful glances.

MEDKIT

The question doesn't catch the guy off-guard. Medkit knows you, and he knows how often you ask ridiculous questions when things grow silent between the two of you.

When he doesn't answer, yet still feels your gaze locked onto him, he sighs.

"Don't ask such ridiculous questions. You know I love you."

He leans in and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, letting out a soft, comforting chuckle erupting from your throat.

Your chuckle makes him smile.

VINE STAFF

She hums, thinking over your bizarre question for a small moment. Looking down at the bed of flowers the two of you were just planting, her fingers would brush against the petals of one of the blooming flowers.

"Dear.. the way I wonder how your mind comes up with such silly questions," Vine Staff smiled, slowly and carefully picking the flower off of the bed.

She'd turn to face you, reaching her hand out and placing the beautiful flower onto your head.

"Demon.. worm.. plant.. it wouldn't matter to me." She explained. "You're still my blossom."

SCYTHE

She barks out a laugh that echoes throughout the canyons of Lost Temple - a laugh that you were convinced could be heard for miles.

The desert outlaw wiped a tear from her eye, giving you a playful smirk.

"Darlin'... the things you come up with!"

Scythe strolled towards you, her heels clicking and bringing up small, tiny clouds of desert sand as your posture shifted - instantly becoming flustered up as you felt her reach her robotic, clawed hand under your chin, lifting it up with ease.

"Whatever you are.. it don't matter. You're mine, love. Ain't nothin' gonna change that."

Scythe chuckled at your frozen state, taking the chance to steal a kiss - planting it right on your cheek.

COIL

The two of you were in the midst of a brawl between a bunch of Biografts sent by Subspace to track the two of you down. During the playful banter that you and Coil shared as you both took down the robots with ease, the question came up.

Coil shattered the face of one of the Biografts', before pausing and turning towards you, holding back his laughter.

"Did you just ask if I would love you even if you were a worm?"

You laughed - taking down one of the Biografts attempting to charge towards you, turning your head towards Coil and giving him a wink, sticking your tongue out.

Your intoxicating laughter made the hellhound erupt in laughter as the two of you moved side-by-side to fight together against the incoming group of Biografts.

" Lil' ol' you, a worm? Pshh.. wouldn't stop ya from being cute," Coil grinned sheepishly, sending his own wink your way before rushing ahead towards the small swarm of robots, leaving you stunned for a moment - processing his reply.

With a blush rising to your face, you shook your head, letting out a sheepish chuckle at his goofy behavior, before running after him to lend a hand.

[lillaydee]

Midnight Craving Part Two

(LilLaydee's One Year Anniversary!!!)

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales/F Reader

Frankie woke up to an empty bed, and a missing, heavily pregnant wife.

Part of the Frankie and Emma Morales series, but can be read as a standalone.

One year ago today, while going through some lack of self confidence and stress, I wrote a 2k word fic called Midnight Craving as a coping mechanism. That little one shot then turned into an entire Francisco and Emma Morales series. To date, I have written 28 fics, both series and one shots, and gained quite a few new friends and subscribers, all of whom I am so thankful for.

So to commemorate the day where I decided to be brave and put my work out here for everyone to see, here's part 2 of that first one shot.

To those who have faithfully read my silly lil mind worms, I love and appreciate you more than words can say. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

A special shoutout and thank you to @604to647, @joelalorian and @hiddenbabynyc for tips on how to use Tumblr. Couldn't have done it without you guys.

Divider by the awesome @saradika

@jessthebaker @vickie5446 @letsgobarbs @bergamote-catsandbooks @harriedandharassed @kirsteng42

WARNINGS: Sweet Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Soft Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Good Parent Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Domestic Fluff, Cravings, Pregnancy, A bit of Smut, Frankie has Blue Balls.

MASTER LIST

“Papa.”

“Hmm?”

“Papa, uppie.”

Frankie opened his eyes, his daughter’s sweet face swimming into view. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. The clock on the wall was telling him it’s 2am. He took a proper look at his little girl, clocking the blanket she had wrapped around her tiny body, covering everything up to her neck like a cute little burrito. He smiled at her sleepy face, pulling her into bed with him, snuggling her, blanket and all in his thick duvet, softly telling her to go back to sleep.

“It’s late,” he whispered. “We’ll do uppie tomorrow,” he coaxed, holding her bundled up body close to his own.

“Papa,” she whispered back.

“What is it baby?”

“Is cold.”

“That’s why we’re all bundled up in blankets, aren’t we? So we can stay warm,” he cooed sleepily, tucking his daughter into the blankets and his own body tighter.

“Okay.”

There was silence. For a few seconds, anyway.

“Papa,” she whispered again.

“Hmm?”

“Mama?”

“Mama’s sleeping mija, Mama is tired. Let Mama sleep okay?”

“No, Mama not here.”

What? Frankie turned around, looking behind him. Where were you? Your side of the bed was slept in, but empty. Did you get up for a midnight snack? He sat up, the thick duvet falling off his body.

It was only then Frankie realized what Luna was saying.

Is cold. Mama not here.

Fuck, it was freezing.

The temperature was low in the house in the first place. Your body temperature ran hot when you were pregnant with Luna, and it was definitely running hotter now.

But this, this was way too cold.

He bundled Luna up in the duvet, coaxing the little girl to go back to sleep. He walked out of the bedroom, shocked by the low temps of the rest of the house. Frankie peeked into Luna’s room, empty. The nursery, empty. The office, empty. Bathrooms, empty. You must be downstairs. He could see the curtains move against the window. Did you open the window? Was that why the house was so cold?

He listened intently for signs of you in the house. Perhaps the clinking of a spoon against a bowl, sounds of the fridge closing, water running, but no. The house was quiet. Freezing, but quiet.

He went downstairs, thinking he would find you in the kitchen. But his eyes were immediately drawn to the front door.

The wide open front door.

He peeked outside, thinking he was gonna find you gardening in the middle of the night. Nope. No sign of you. All was quiet on the street, as to be expected at 2am. Did you just open the door to air out the house? Maybe you felt extra hot tonight?

He shut the door softly behind him, locking it, going to the kitchen, hoping to see you there. Instead, he found every door in the kitchen open. The fridge, the cabinetry, the pantry, all wide open.

He was starting to panic, going back upstairs to get his phone, checking on Luna as he did, immediately dialling your number. Your phone rang within seconds.

From your bedside table.

Shit.

Where were you?

Frankie ran back downstairs, double checking every room just in case. He even checked in the fridge and cabinetry, just in case. He went back to the front door, seeing that your day shoes and sandals were still on the rack, running outside, going all the way around the house, checking the garage, the shed, every nook and cranny he could think of where you could be hiding.

If you were trying to play hide and seek with him, if this was a pregnancy prank, he did not find this funny. He did not find this funny at all.

You were three weeks away from your due date, that realization making him panic so much more. Did you go into labour? Were you having contractions? Why wouldn’t you wake him? How did he not realize you had woken up and snuck out?

He went back inside, the cold air outside far too much for his shirt clad body.

Where the fuck were you? Your house keys were still in the bowl. Your car was still in the garage. Your jacket, your purse, everything that you might have taken to leave the house were still where they were when he coaxed a sleepy you upstairs for bedtime.

He dialled Santi. Will. Benny. All men answering groggily, puzzled that he would call at this hour to ask if his very pregnant wife was at their place. They woke their wives, everyone quickly putting their shoes and jackets on, Santi, the only childless one so far asking Yovanna to go stay with Luna while the men look for you.

The four men scoured the streets, flashing their lights around, calling your name. Frankie’s imagination was going wilder by the second, his heart beating uncomfortably fast in his chest. Was he snoring too loudly? Did he trap you in another one of his far too firm cuddles as you were trying to sleep in your uncomfortable state? Did he have another nightmare and kick or punch you in his sleep? Did you wake him but he was far too asleep to notice?

A thought suddenly came to him, stopping him in his tracks.

“What is it Fish?” Will asked.

“What if they caught up to us? What if they found us and took her?”

The three men froze, eyes wide staring at him.

“No, that’s not possible. We would have heard. We keep a close eye, Fish, you know that.”

“Fish, Lorea’s men are gone. And they think we’re gone. We made sure of that. The crash made the papers. The fake us were declared dead,” Will reasoned.

“Then where the fuck is she? She’s heavily pregnant! She couldn’t have wandered off by herself at this hour, barefoot and jacketless. It’s fucking freezing! Fuck! Where is my wife?!”

“Hey, Fish, let’s breathe, huh? We’ll find her.”

The lights from the houses around them started turning on, the men of the houses coming out in their pyjamas and jackets bleary eyed, asking what was going on. Soon, the streets were crawling with the residents, all calling out your name, checking every corner of the residential streets for any signs of you.

“Morales! Hey Morales! Look!” someone yelled from the end of the street.

Frankie ran towards him, his heart beating out of his mouth. He turned the corner, seeing two figures walking up the street from afar.

And one of them was you.

“We found her, folks, she’s right here, she’s fine,” Will yelled out, thanking everyone for helping, Santi apologizing for worrying everyone. Benny chimed in, telling them Frankie will be buying everyone drinks for their troubles.

Frankie didn’t hear any of it. He ran towards you, your far-too-cheery face coming clearer and clearer into view as he got closer. You were wearing boots. And one of his shirts and boxers. You had a can or something in your left hand, your right one dipping something into it before popping whatever it was into your mouth.

Zach, the young man who lived down the street was walking next to you, walking in his socks. He had his backpack on his shoulders, an open jar in his left hand, held up towards you. The lid in his other hand, one of the carry holes of a white plastic bag on his wrist, the other dangling out, a soft clinking of glass jars heard from inside the bag.

Frankie could hear you telling Zach how important it was to you to find ones that had just the right crunch, and how important it was to mix and match things sometimes, be a bit adventurous. The young man was nodding, a strange smile on his face, clearly humouring you.

Your name slipped from his lips, his jog slowing to meet you. Your eyes sparkled with happiness upon seeing him.

“Hey baby! What are you doing out at this time of night?” Your eyes immediately saw the crowd that was starting to disperse all the way up the street, your husband’s best friends walking a few feet behind him, relief clearly written all over Frankie’s face.

Frankie immediately enveloped you in a hug, heaving a huge sigh of relief, asking you where you were.

“I was peckish but couldn’t find anything I wanted to eat so I went to the store across the road,” you said, fishing for another something from the jar in Zach’s hand. “Pickled garlic?” you offered. Frankie had to stop himself from shrinking back, realizing what Zach was holding in his hand. “No? Sardines in tomato sauce?” you offered, showing him the can that was in your hand.

Zach was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing. “I ran into her down the street, barefoot, dressed like this with a twenty in her hand. I offered her my boots, my jacket, even offered to go get whatever she wanted for her, but…”

“First of all, it’s hot as fuck tonight. But fine, I’ll wear the boots. Second of all, like I told you, you can’t simply choose one type of pickled garlic. Some are not as crunchy and it spoils the whole experience! I also needed to be there to see what I want to dip them into,” you explained, exasperated that he wasn’t seeing your point of view.

Frankie watched as you fished a particularly fat pickled garlic from the jar Zach was holding, dipping it into the canned sardine-riddled tomato sauce in your hand, using your thumb to scoop up a piece of the fish and popping the whole thing in your mouth, looking like you were in heaven, your body doing that little dance you usually do whenever you were happy with what you were eating.

“Okay,” he carefully said, taking the sardines from your hand, and passing it to Santi, taking his jacket off, attempting to place it on your shoulder, which you shrugged off. It’s hot, you told him, taking the plastic bag from Zach, along with your precious jar of pickled garlic, screwing the lid back on, toeing his boots off and walking ahead to join Santi, Will and Benny.

“I tried to make her go home, Mr Morales, but I figured, if I go with her, I could at least make sure she’s okay, sorry, I should’ve called you,” Zach explained, looking guilty, clearly seeing how worried Frankie was.

“It’s okay, Zach, you’re a good man, thank you for making sure she’s safe,” Frankie thanked him, patting the young man on his shoulder before following you, who was now trying to sell the idea of pickled garlic and sardines in tomato sauce to Santi, Will and Benny, all of whom were politely refraining from cringing at the idea.

When everyone had gone home and you were safely within the four walls of your home, Frankie found you in the kitchen, eating one pickled garlic after the other, interspersed with spoonful after spoonful of sardines and tomato sauce. He waited until you finished eating before enveloping you in another tight hug, telling you again and again to never, EVER, scare him like that again.

Your expression changed from one of content and happiness to a panicked one, suddenly remembering the crowd of people on the street at that hour, finally clocking what was happening. And just as fast, that expression changed again. Your lips started trembling, your eyes began to fill, the words sorry came pouring out of your mouth like an open faucet.

“I’m sorry,��� you sobbed into his chest, “I was hungry… and I couldn’t find anything I wanted to eat… and all I could think of was pickled garlic and we didn’t have any, and… and…”

“No, baby, it’s okay… but you should’ve woken me up… I was so worried. I even thought… shit…”

“You even thought what, baby?”

He shook his head, kissing the top of your head over and over. “We talked about this when you were pregnant with Luna, remember? Wake me up if you want something. I’ll get it for you. It’s freezing outside, and you’re not dressed properly, and you weren’t wearing shoes…” he said into your hair, rubbing your back.

“I didn’t want to trouble you. And Luna was asleep, I didn’t want to wake her. It’s just across the street…”

“Baby, it’s past two in the morning. It’s dangerous! What if someone attacked you? What if you got hurt? The door was open, your shoes, purse, phone, keys, everything was still here, and I thought… I can’t… I need you safe. Please…”

You cried harder, your shoulders started heaving with your sobs. Frankie’s heart hurt to see he had made you cry like that. He lifted you up to carry you upstairs.

“Your back! I’m a beached whale! I’m heavy!” you sobbed into his neck but didn’t exactly let go.

He laughed, “Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking about!”

He took you to the bathroom and washed your feet for you, before taking you back to bed. He brought a sleeping Luna back to bed, tucked her in and went back into the bedroom he shared with you. You had stopped crying but still had a guilty expression on your face. He joined you in bed, pulling your body close to his, holding you tight, rubbing your back, kissing your temple over and over again. He was just glad you were here safe with him in bed.

“I really am sorry, baby. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“It’s okay baby, I’m just happy you’re back, and you’re safe.”

You rubbed his chest and belly, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms. Your hand began to wander, cheekily going into his sweatpants, his body stiffening at the realisation.

“Baby, what are you doing?” his hand tightened around your back despite his worry for your lethargy.

“I just want to say sorry, and to thank you for worrying about me,” you cooed, kissing his neck, your hand pulling his dick out of the pants, wrapping around his stiffening manhood. You sucked on his earlobe, licked the prominent vein that was decorating his neck, nibbled and sucked on that spot just under his ear that drove him crazy, your hand stroking his shaft until he was hot and stiff in your hand, his precum leaking all over your hand.

You raised your body up, bending down to take him in your mouth. Frankie licked his lips in anticipation, eyes watching you greedily as your luscious lips got closer and closer to his cock, your tongue darting out to lick his tip, a hiss escaping his lips.

But then you started moving in a weird way, your body twisting and distorting this way and that, your hands on your chest and belly, before finally giving up, a disappointed look on your face.

“What’s wrong baby?” Frankie sat up, worried that you were in discomfort.

“My belly’s in the way,” you mumbled, upset that your body had betrayed you in such times.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to, come here,” he pulled you back to him, turning his body towards you, arms hugging you close to him. He began to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Baby, no… I want to,” you cooed, turning around with much difficulty, getting comfortable, before lowering the boxers you were wearing.

“Fuck baby, you sure?” Frankie asked, while his hands lowered his pants further, one hand reaching over to stroke your wet slit, moaning as you began to writhe and keen. He manoeuvred his body to line himself up against your pussy, fingers rubbing at your clit, groaning when you angled your ass towards him more for easy entry.

“Fuck…” he groaned as he slid into you, rubbing his face against your hair, sloppily kissing you wherever he could reach, one hand still busy on your clit, the other going under your neck, taking your hand in his, fingers laced. Your moans egged him on, almost short circuiting his brain. He began to move, slowly at first, careful not to add to your discomfort, his fingers rubbing you faster, your whimpers driving his hips to move faster, his lips constantly telling you how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have found you, how you made him so very happy, how good you made him feel, how wet you were, how tight you were, holding you close when your body stiffened, your face in your pillow so as not to wake Luna, moaning his name.

“God, baby, you feel so good,” he whimpered as his thrusts began to get sloppier, he could feel his climax coming, his hand caressing your belly under his shirt, “You are so hot baby, all pregnant with our baby, fuck, baby, I’m so close… baby… fuck… baby…”

You released a snore.

Frankie froze. “Baby?”  

Another snore.

Fuck.

Frankie took a deep breath, feeling your body just relaxed and pliant in front of his own, placing his forehead on your shoulder, kissing it, and gently pulling out. He extracted his arm from under your neck, slowly getting out of bed, going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

He stood in the shower for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not to finish by himself. But the events of the last few hours made him laugh, so he wet a small hand towel, cleaned you up, and went back into the bathroom to clean himself. By the time he rejoined you in bed, you had taken his shirt off, sleeping in only his boxers, your belly rested on your body pillow.

He watched you sleep for a while, smiling at how content and rested you look. For all the emotions you had inadvertently put him through that night, he knew that he would not change any of it for the world, pulling the extra heavy duvet over himself, kissing you goodnight one more time, and drifting off to sleep, determined to get as much rest as he could before his son arrived.

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Kink, Marks, and Sexing for out dearest Bob Floyd?

I just love him, your honor 🫣

Kink- I discussed some of his kinks here but also want to add that he definitely has a lactation kink. It starts out as him wanting to help you get some relief and becomes part of the bedroom. He's also really into overstimulation as a punishment. "You wanted to cum so bad darlin, now you're telling me to stop? I don't think so."

Marks- He doesn't like being marked in places people can easily see (bc that will open a whole can of worms) but Bob loves when you mark him underneath his uniform- scratches on his back from when he made you see stars with his cock, crescent shaped imprints along his thighs from when you went down on him, bite marks on his biceps from when he choked you with them.

With his partner, Bob tries to be very thoughtful with how he marks you. He hates the idea of inconveniencing you, so he makes sure to keep his marks underneath your clothes. Though occasionally, he does slip up when he's lost in the throes of pleasure.

More underneath, including a dirty letter Bob definitely wrote to his partner while on deployment!

Sexing- Bob isn't a fan of sexting. He just finds it awkward and would much rather hear your beautiful voice. HOWEVER, when he is deployed this man will write you the dirtiest letters, where he describes in full detail what he wishes he could do to your body. Bob becomes a romantic writer with his letters to you. Like who is this man?

Oh my love, my darling,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you. It's agony, true agony waiting for the days to pass by. I find comfort in knowing that with each sunset, I'm one day closer to you.

I look forward to day you're back in my arms, to the day I can become reacquainted with your body. I know you feel the same. Did you think I wouldn't find the pair of panties you snuck into my last care package? Naughty girl, did you hope that I would use them? Would wrap it around my cock as I breathed into my pillow that was sprayed with your perfume? I did darlin and I thought of your body during it all, how I wish more than anything to touch you.

I ache for you darlin. Do you ache for me? Are you touching that sweet pussy of yours as you read my letter? Remember to go nice and slow, make her work for it. Slow circles on that cute little clit of yours, take her time with her. Eager aren't you, for my touch? God, if only I was there with you now.

I'd have to taste you first. I know it's not groundbreaking or anything new, but I just got to sweetheart. Always so fucking sweet for me. Love exploring your cunt with my mouth. Work her open with my tongue first, then my fingers. You won't even be able to take three, gotta work your way up. She's gonna be so tight for me, your fingers weren't enough. Didn't even use your toys, did ya? Always want me to break you in, like a goddamn horse. You love that, don't you? Knowing your body is mine? I know you're shaking your head right now, but I also know how wet you are right now. Keep going, keep touching yourself.

God, wouldn't let ya near my cock until you were crying. I know you need me darling, but I need you more. Easing into her, inch by inch, gotta get you used to me again.

You try, think you're being so cute when you thrust your hips up at me. When did my sweet lil wife become so desperate for my cock?

"Since our first time" you'll say, cheeky little thing. Won't find it so funny when I stop movin. Oh no darlin, you're gonna have to beg for it. Tell me how long you've been waitin for this, how many nights you really spent humping my pillow like a bitch in heat? Did you just have your second one, my love? Keep going, you can get one more outta her.

Once you've earned it, I'll move. Gonna bred your pussy so bad. You're going to be leaking with my cum angel. Just the way it should be. Don't you think for a second I'll let any of it drip. Gonna stay there, keep ya warm, keep ya full of me. Til I'm ready to go again. Darlin, we ain't leaving the house for days when I get back home.

That's it, atta girl. Bet you have tears coming out of those pretty eyes, don't ya? Gotta build your stamina back up, get ya ready for me. Only have thirty eight more days till we're back in each other's arms, my love.

Go drink some water please. Don't forget to refill your bottle, wish I was there to do it for you. I'm hoping I'll have time to call ya on Wednesday, 7pm your time. To say I'm excited to hear your voice is the understatement of the century.

With all my love,

Your Robby.

It's the way he's so much more direct, more crass, when he writes to you. He always tries to be a gentleman, out of fear of making you feel like an object rather than a person. But with that pen in hand, Bob is just ready to let those nasty thoughts flow! You try, think you're being so cute when you thrust your hips up at me. When did my sweet lil wife become so desperate for my cock? Maybe he was a 70s erotica writer with long sideburns in a past life.

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A friend showed me this game on Roblox called Dandy's World. The characters are so cute so I had to make some. TBH Im not good at the game but I'm making progress. These are two lil guys I made ^^ NOTE: I MIGHT DO A LITTLE REDESIGN OF BUBS'S TWISTED FORM

Bubs (She/her)

I based her off of the baby popping toys from the 90's and 2000's

She has a hyper and bubbly personality

Her favorite thing to do is play tag

She can run much longer then the other toons, but when she runs she makes a popping sound

Twisted Bubs

Her head is broken as black ink spills out which covers her eyes

Because her head is broken all her colorful toy balls spilled out

Do not mistake them for gumballs or she will find you and alert all Twisteds to your location

When she screams she can also activate Twisted Rodger and Twisted Razzle & Dazzle if they are on the map

When she is not activated she will wonder aimlessly, just don't bump into her or she will attack!

Snail (They/Them)

I based Snail off of sour gummy worms

Their outfit is based off of candy wraps, which means it's slightly see through

Snail has no arms but has sleeves that flail behind them when they run

When a Twisted bites Snail the Twisted becomes much slower

They have an ability where they can throw sugar/salt on the floor so when a Twisted walks over it the Twisted becomes much slower for 7 seconds. The ability itself takes 20 seconds to recharge

Snail has a chill personality and loves to share their snacks with their friends

Twisted Snail

Twisted Snail lays and waits on the ceiling for Toons to walk under them

The way you can tell where a Twisted Snail is, is either by looking up at the ceiling or down at the floor. You will find sugar/salt drifting down from the ceiling to a small pile on the floor

When a Toon walks under them, Twisted Snail drops down and bites the Toon. They will chase the Toon and any other Toons in their wide circle but once the Toon leaves the circle Twisted Snail will crawl back up on the ceiling to wait for their next target

These are my lil guys and I hope you like them as much as I do!! ^^

[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[ectologia]

WATCHING ASMR WITH HAWKS

KEIGO TAKAMI X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ PROFANITY, EAR LICKING

“You still awake chickadee?”

You wave Keigo off with a grumble, your sleepy, droopy eyes fixated entirely on your phone screen as you observe the various glittery objects being tapped and scratched on.

He scoots himself up behind you ineptly, shimmying his crotch all the way up to your ass until you slot into him like a perfect jigsaw piece, hooking his elbows beneath your armpits, allowing his hands to wander and cuddle with your chest. “What ya’ watching, my little chickpea?”

You give him a barely audible answer, muttering under your breath as you continue to focus on the task at hand. “ ‘smr..”

He chuckles at your reluctance, smooshing his lips into your cheek in a hearty kiss. “You what babes?”

“ASMR.”

“A.. S.. MR?” He echoes back to you, cocking his head in curiosity. “What like where they moan into the mic ‘nd stuff? Bit raunchy for a bedtime story don’t you think angel?”

He snickers to himself as you reprimand him in a weak groan. “No.. They tap on stuff and scratch the microphone and stuff..”

“And stuff.” He chuckles into your shoulder, resting his spiky cheek against the chub of your face, using your head as a pillow as he watches your screen with a new found interest. You huff as he jabs at the tiny rectangular device every now and again, whispering in to your ear and asking you question upon question. “What’s that?”

“I dunno’ Kei.. just watch it or go away..”

“Awh, you’re so cute when you’re all grumpy and tired.”

His eyes follow your finger as you tap on a new a video, shuffling forward and tuning his ears in to listen.

You don’t catch the way his nose wrinkles and his brow curls at the imagery from behind, sitting up to pivot his head and look at you directly. “Why’s she licking the camera?”

“I dunno’..” All you’re capable of in the moment are deep murmurs and yawns, rubbing your eyes vigorously to blink away your drowsiness.

“Is this some kind of fetish thing?”

Your otherwise half-lidded eyes snap towards him in protest. “Wh — No, no it’s not like that — it’s for the sound!”

He finds your defensiveness entertaining, deciding to start laying it on even thicker. “You sure my little duckling? It’s okay if you’re into that kind of stuff, you know.. I just don’t think soft porn’s the right tone at the moment.” He snickers at you’re stupefied expression. “Maybe tomorrow I can test it out and tongue you down.”

“No!” You puff and turn over, shrugging his large frame off of yours as you set your phone down onto your bedside table. You adjust yourself to sink your heavy head down deeper into the plush dough of your pillow, yanking the blanket over your curled up body, albeit passively.

You both stay like that, laying in silence before Keigo clears his throat to speak up again. “I think I wanna give you a lil’ ASMR right now chickpea.”

You croak as he rolls over, toppling onto you to squeeze your tiny body into his warmth. You’re pleasantly surprised as he begins mouthing gently against your ear. Softly parting his lips and kissing around the curve of it, even adding a subtle breeze as he exhales through his nose while the stubbly pricks of his beard tickle your cheek. You sigh against your pillow, your body growing limp and pliable as he coos against your sensitive ear drums, before something wet and slimy and wiggly begins to worm itself into the small hole, licking about the crevices of your ear with a teasing squelch.

“Keigo!” He laughs as you squeal, your head snapping up to turn to him with a sour expression while you clamp a hand over your ear, wiping at it with your palm.

“You’re not meant to stick your tongue in my ear!”

“It’s an immersive experience baby.” He reasons with a lopsided grin.

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🥺 so um for your dad blurbs, what about like a lil ‘meet cute’ sitch with singledad!eddie x singlemom!reader. maybe their lil toddlers become friends on the playground or somethin’?? idk idk feel free to ignore me!! 💗

cece um what? why why why would I ignore you or this?! Sorry this one too got away from me, I can't seem to write teeny tiny blurbs guys. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it! 💛dad blurbs

summary: see above Eddie deals with his daughter throwing a tantrum but - this is fluff warnings: single mom reader, descriptions of wiggling worms and reader touching them so if you ain't into bugs sorry | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is - please respect this

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Why Do Worms Exist?

singledad!eddie munson x singlemom!reader

Hands tugging at his curls in impatience as he juggles the backpack, the keys, the twelve leaves left in his custody and the angry toddler in his arms. 

“Down!” she tugs harsher and he huffs. 

Haircuts and baths seemed to be the only time his kid felt like reminding him that she was in fact his kid. Squirming and wrestling and shrieking loud enough the glass on the apartment windows could pop. He was grateful for his daughter, don’t get him wrong. Reminding himself whenever the demon possessed her during those moments that she’d be his quiet and wonderful kid again soon. 

But no one could have predicted that walking and exploring and learning would hit around the same time as Autumn in Hawkins - well okay, maybe someone else could have other than him. But no one, including Eddie could have foreseen that his unique and already quirky baby girl would be fascinated by any and everything that season had to offer her. And, really, how could he have predicted the meltdowns about these things when he told her she couldn’t take them all home with her?

Fucking leaves. 

And worms. Why’d his kid have to like worms? 

Maybe that was his own fault for calling her Bug. Were worms bugs? Were they their own…species? Jesus Christ he barely got his diploma and now here he is with a kid having a level thirteen meltdown about leaves. What happened when she got older and had questions about these things she found fascinating and he had nothing to offer her? Maybe Dustin would have a book on it. Or Robin. She’s into weird stuff and random facts. 

Eddie sucks in his breath as Sam yanks one curl particularly hard and realizes that if it’s bad now, the very near future of Spring would be even worse. And oh god, the rain and the mud and even more worms and his heart starts racing faster as he thinks about how much bigger she’d be come then. She’d put up even more of a fight. 

He finally gets the pack over his shoulder, the keys tucked safely in a pocket. Sammy’s butt supported under his arm and his hand with the leaves wrapped around her back. Twelve leaves - they’d barely made it down the sidewalk. 

She pushes against his chest, cheeks red and flushed to match her bright red rain boots dangling and kicking dangerously close to unwanted territory and he winces, “Hey, hey, watch it Bug. Getting too close for comfort there.”

Eddie knows she didn’t catch any of that and her tiny hands wind fists into his hair and her chin wobbles as he prepares for the wail to come and he squeezes his eyes shut. Only to be met with fiercer squirming and a head butt to his jaw that makes his ears ring, “Ouch! Sammy, come on, you can get down soon!”

He didn’t yell, but he definitely raised his voice more than he meant to. Sam cries and cries like he’d seen other kids do when heading in the opposite direction of the park. As they round the corner he can see the bright reds, yellows, and blues of the slides and jungle gym.

“Look, Bug, swings,” trying and failing to calm her down with a favorite word and activity. He sighs as other parents look his way as he gets closer. Sure, his kids shrieking was disturbing the peace but theirs screaming on the playground was fine. Gossiping and judging girls from high school who grew up into moms but didn’t outgrow anything else.

He sits on the bench as Sammy pulls and yanks more, closing his eyes again. Eddie presses his forehead to hers, wincing every time she hits against it. He speaks quietly, “Bug, come on, listen to daddy. Calm down.” 

He sets the leaves on the bench and the crying stops almost instantly. He opens his eyes, Sam’s temple to his nose, crocodile tears trailing down her cheeks and tiny chubby hands reaching towards the pile. 

“Leeb,” she hiccups and grabs at the pile. 

Eddie holds her in a firm lock, hand rubbing soothing circles up and down her back, “Leaf?”

She grunts, trying to squirm away again and she whines, “Pwease!”

Heart aching because she’s trying to say please, and she knows that’s the nice way to ask as she calms down. But god, he can’t have her bringing home every leaf from the park.

“Bug,” he taps the pile, “Leaves stay here. Not coming home with us. Leaves stay outside.” 

She huffs and he watches in wonder and awe as she nods and whispers, “Owside leebs.”

He grins. He did it. He dealt with a tantrum while judgey moms watched and his daughter is smart. She understood so much and she was probably gonna be a scientist or some crazy awesome shit he couldn’t even come up with. 

Eddie kisses her nose and wipes her cheeks with his thumbs, body relaxing, “Right. Outside leaves. Ready to go play?”

She shimmies out of his grasp, legs dangling until her boots hit the ground and she wanders toward the playground only to pick up a stick. Poking at the dirt and he covers his smile when she sits. Her plaid jumper and tights dragging and collecting all the dirt and leaves they can manage. 

A little boy sits next to her and she smiles at him, a dimple popping out and extending a stick to him like Eddie had taught her to share. He swallows harshly when she grabs his hand and they waddle to a particularly muddy puddle. 

Oh fuck. She’s gonna get even older and the meltdowns aren’t gonna be about fucking worms they’re gonna be about boys or drinking or-

“You look like you’re dealing with some extreme and sudden realizations right now.”

Eddie glances up to see you standing near his bench, smiling kindly and a cup of coffee in your hands. He’s taken aback one because an adult is talking to him instead of standing off to the side and judging and two because holy shit were you pretty. 

He gulps audibly, “I-uh,” he glances back at his daughter who’s fully laying in the dirt on her stomach now and he smiles, “Yeah, uh I guess you could say that.”

Gesturing to his kid and the little boy, “I see yours is corrupting mine. Believe it or not we’d managed to stay away from dirt until today.”

Eddie grins widely, “Well wait till he finds all the things crawling around in the dirt and wants to take them home.”

Your gloved hand presses to your cheek, dragging it down as you groan loudly, “Why do worms exist?”

He watches you watch the kids, your face melting into warmth and that sappy wow that’s mine look he knows he gets with Sammy all the time. He’s a goner if you’re single. 

Gesturing to the bench and scooting over he sighs, “Pretty sure only to torture parents.”

“Great. Can’t wait,” you deadpan and sit, removing your gloves and extending a hand to him and introducing yourself.

Just because there isn’t a ring doesn’t mean anything. He shakes it back, “Eddie.” 

Nodding your head to the little boy who’s flinging dirt around wildly with his stick, “That’s Parker. My right hand guy.”

Eddie straightens and sees the webs across the backpack you’re stuffing the gloves in and smirks, “As in Peter?”

Clearing your throat and taking a sip of your coffee before continuing, “Yeah, I’m shameless. I named my kid after my favorite superhero, okay? I was alone and drugged up on all the painkillers they could legally give me.”

Alone. 

He waves his hand, “It’s okay, mine's after a Lord of the Rings character.”

You smile at him, shy and sweet. He should just ask right? Or offer up his own information. Is it like just sharing your phone number with a girl? Hey, I’m Eddie, I’m a single parent are you? Not sure what’s about to come out of his mouth, but he’s stopped as his daughter decides she wants to be the worst wingwoman on planet earth right at that moment. 

“Hole pwease,” her tiny voice brings his attention down, extending her dirt smothered hands out to you.

Your mom instincts kick in, holding out your hands like it’s nothing but Eddie knows exactly what Sammy is about to drop in your hands. He’s not quick enough when he leans forward though, 

“No, Bug, don’t-”

Several squirming worms drop down into your palms and he watches your eyes go wide. You don’t freak out or grimace though, instead you smile and extend your hands out further when your son drops more into the pile. 

Your smile is bright, cheeks popping and eyes shimmering and your laugh swirls around his heart as you speak to them in a way that makes his stomach flutter, “Woah you guys! Look at all these awesome worms!”

He watches in awe as you ask their names and sit patiently with wiggling worms in your hands as they point and poke at them and his daughter holds one up closer to your face and your eyes go wide and she giggles.

He’s a total and absolute goner. 

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hello! 💕 i love your writing so much! i usually don’t make requests but i was wondering if you could do like a cute cozy night in with noah??? maybe wine drunk, handsy, cuddles, and some smut if you are comfy doing that? :) i can see him getting a lil handsy and affectionate but also saying sweet things. i just love the idea. thank you :)

Lips Like Wine [Noah Sebastian x Reader]

A/N: Such a cute request and exactly what I need right now. Thank you for requesting! ♡

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When Noah surprises Y/N with her favourite snacks and wine, she didn’t expect the night to evolve like it did.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, NSFW, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold (if you wanna become part of my taglist in general, pls let me know and i love @measuredingold , did I already say ily , @measuredingold ?)

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The ring of your bell woke you up at around 11 PM. 

To your surprise, you found yourself on your couch with your favorite blanket wrapped around you. You must have slept in after dinner because your favorite show was still quietly playing on your TV. 

You mumbled tiredly while getting up and making your way to the door. After a quick look through your door viewer, a little smile grew on your face, and you opened the door excitedly. 

"What are you doing here, sir?" You asked your friend, who had a shy smile on his face, before revealing your favorite snacks and a bottle of wine he held behind your back. 

"Did I wake you?" He wanted to know and gave you an apologetic look when you nodded slightly. 

"Don't be sorry, work was catastrophic today." You let him in before he laid down his goodies and quickly wrapped his arms around you. You let out a satisfied hum while rubbing his back. "I missed you, Noah." - "Believe me, I missed you more." 

You first met Noah last summer while they toured with A Day To Remember. You had been hired as the tour co-manager, meaning you knew about everything and everyone. Likewise, you somehow ended up keeping a tradition after the show where you would meet after the official celebrations and eat a couple of snacks together while getting wine drunk. 

Something, however, had changed over the last few months. You and your ex-boyfriend, whom you had been dating for over four years, broke up right after said tour, causing you and Noah to become even closer. You weren't mad about it, the fact of the breakup was that you two had definitely fallen out of love. You noticed when you stopped seeking closeness with your ex-boyfriend. 

What worried you, though, was how easily you started to crave those touches from Noah. Every time you were together, you felt like you needed to be closer to him. Your favorite thing to do at the moment was watch silly little movies with him when you had rough days. Keeping this in mind, you were more than happy to see him standing there, surprising you with what you needed the most. 

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on the other side of the country?" You asked him after getting two wine glasses and sitting down on your couch. Noah scratched his back lightly before he started to smile. 

"We had a couple of days off, and I was in desperate need of one of our wine nights." He confessed, making you blush a little. 

They were on tour at the moment, so you didn't expect to see him again until mid-October. There were a couple of moments of silence before you raised your voice again. "Do you wanna watch a Ghibli Studio Film?" - "I thought you'd never ask!" 

It took you less than ten minutes before the two of you laid under your blanket, sipping on your wine glasses while eating sour gummy worms and watching Howl's Moving Castle. 

In all honesty, the movie was entirely irrelevant to you. Your eyes were glued to Noah's lips while he told you about the concerts that had already happened. 

"How have your days been?" He then asked you while putting your glasses back on the table. "Actually, pretty boring. Except today, I couldn't finish anything at work." - "If you wanna sleep, I can go. It's really no prob-… " - "I'II drag your ass back to my couch if you try to leave." You interrupt your friend and grab his thigh over the blanket, causing him to look down at it for a moment. 

You immediately noticed it and tried to put your hand away, but he quickly held it in place. The temperature in the room instantly rose, and you felt this pleasant tingle in your stomach. 

You tried to defuse the rising tension by taking his hand in yours and looking at the tattoos on his hand, as if you hadn't done that hundreds of times before. Noah chuckled when he noticed you beginning to analyze the drawings on his hands again. 

Swiftly, he started drawing small circles on your hand. "Do you see something new?" His tone was teasing. He knew exactly what was going on, and it bugged you how he could handle everything so well, while you almost literally melted at everything he did. 

Honestly, you had already given up on Noah feeling anything at all for you beyond friendship. You just accepted your little get-togethers and enjoyed his company, even if it cost you your sanity. 

That's why it shocked you when Noah's hand gently brushed up your arm, giving you goosebumps. Your thoughts began to race as you froze. You were sure it was the wine speaking out of Noah's mouth when his hand landed under your chin. You felt yourself shiver slightly under his touch, and you started to crave it even more. 

Without even noticing, you slightly leaned into his touch. Your thoughts were having a race. You knew you needed to pull away, but this single touch made you feel like pudding next to him. 

You let him turn your head to face him. You looked him in the face. He had cut his hair shorter than usual. At first, you were a bit skeptical about it, but the longer you looked at him, the more you liked it. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. 

Then your eyes wandered. His eyes looked sleepy, while the dark brown of his irises nearly looked black. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his lips were slightly parted, while his gaze was fixated on your lips. 

You thought you were dreaming when his thumbs lightly brushed over your lips. 

"You think I didn't notice, am I right?" Noah almost whispered while his gaze was still fixated on your lips. You didn't know what to say. Even if you knew, you were sure your body would betray you. 

You needed all your strength not to crumble into pieces right in front of him. 

You knew you felt this weird attraction to him for way longer than you wanted to admit, but you didn't know how down bad you were for him. "This all has changed, am I right?" Noah then asked, and you swallowed hard while he stroked your cheek. You resisted the need to lean into his touch again. You couldn't let him win this easily. 

"Please tell me to stop, Y/N." He then almost cried out while leaning closer to you. Your heart started to race even faster. You knew you should have pulled away, but everything in you needed him closer. 

"Kiss me." You breathed out when your noses were almost touching. "You know I won't be able to stop." - "Than don't." 

With that, it was over for the both of you. 

His lips crashed into yours. You could taste the wine in his mouth while your hands landed on his chest and slowly made their way up to his neck. With a swift motion, he lifted you onto his lap. His hands instantly found their way under your shirt, while yours ran through his dark hair. Shortly after, your shirt found its way to your living room floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. 

His hands roamed your body while he started kissing your neck. You felt like you were burning. 

"We shouldn't do this." You almost moaned when his kisses reached your collarbone. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, almost making you crumble into small pieces. "Then tell me to stop." 

Your eyes locked while he placed small, soft kisses on your chest. "Tell me, Y/N, tell me to stop." Noah whispered and leaned closer to your face again. His hands found your hips and grabbed them harshly. You breathed out a small breath while he slowly started to move your hips. You felt how hard he was and couldn't believe it. It felt like the perfect fever dream. 

"Go on, tell me how you don't want me to fuck you." Noah almost groaned. "Tell me how you haven't thought about it every fucking time we met up in the last months." You swallowed hard. 

You were an open book to him. It felt like he read every single page of yours. You couldn't be silent any longer. "Fuck, you know I can't. You moaned out when his hand found your waistband, and before you knew it, he flipped the both of you over. 

With that, he kissed his way down your body and stopped at your waistband. "Let's get these off, love." He spoke in a low tone that made you shiver while his fingers tangled in the lace of your panties. You lifted your hips, and he quickly pulled them off, throwing them over the backrest of your couch. In a swift motion, he grabbed your hips again, pulling you closer to him and immediately connecting his mouth with your pussy. 

You whimpered as his tongue licked up your slit, swirling around your clit. It doesn't take him long to introduce his fingers, plunging two inside of you and moving them at a pace that made you squirm. 

"Look at you." Noah spoke against you, causing you to buck up your hips. "Fuck, I can't get enough of you." He almost moaned and let out a small laugh. 

You looked down at him between your legs, and your eyes met. His pupils were blown wide and sparkling in amusement. You didn't respond to him; you just watched him as his mouth worked against you and his fingers massaged your sweet spot inside, drawing all sorts of whimpers and moans from your lungs. 

The pleasure kept building and building, the tension becoming a hot blur inside of you, until Noah's mouth suddenly stopped completely. 

A frustrated cry escaped your mouth while you looked at him. You were this close to complaining to him when he suddenly stood up and reached to bring you to your feet. 

"This is only the beginning, Y/N" 

And with that, you found your way to your bedroom...

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

[trailmix-silent-old]

TDP: general thoughts about s7 (spoilers, duh)

Sooo I know it's been a week, but I wanted to get some of my thoughts about season 7 out. I'll be posting more TDP stuff for a while after this too. I haven't posted on tumblr in like 5 years (my old blog is @trailmixstar-blog) but the possible end of this show made me come out of hibernation.

So some general points I wanna make first:

AAAAAAAADHDKDKSFDJSKSK

I can't believe the arc is over omg

I've been following this show since the day it came out

I was such an early fan that I had a Rayllum fic on Wattpad that was top 10 in #thedragonprince

And now it may be over?????? FU-

Someone hold my hand

Now, some specific things I liked about this season:

Finally the Ruthari reunion 🥺

Kosmo and Wanda Astrid being relevant

Cute Rayllum moments

Also angsty Rayllum moments that almost gave me a heart attack

Ezran actually does something this season

It might be an unpopular opinion but I like what they did with Ezran's character, I might make a separate post about it later

Aanya is the queen we need but don't deserve

Human Aaravos is such a silly lil guy

Sorvus should've been canon but I enjoyed their banter nonetheless

The dry baguette is somehow still in the lodge

And so many other callbacks to earlier seasons

Terry finally joins the good side

Karim is still such a little bitch istg

(His death was gruesome but I still laughed)

Love how Callum still insists on using his elfsona even though the war is long over

Claudia's new armor? *chef's kiss*

Things I liked less:

Did- did they seriously confirm the Harrow bird theory in the last few minutes? Seriously?? Is this a joke to them? What's he been doing for over 2 years? Just eating worms while watching the potential end of the world?

Is it just me or was Aaravos dumbed down a little? Like him saying Callum's name while trying to give him the poisoned apple, like that's such an obvious mistake. And I didn't really understand why he killed the bird in front of Terry? He knew Terry would be upset, potentially leave and inform everyone about Aaravos returning. Was there a purpose?

I feel like the explosives could've been used more, but maybe if the series continues they'll be relevant then

Many things were left openended, many unanswered questions. What will happen to the novablade? And the evil coin? What about Miyana and her baby? And the self-eating to stay immortal they discovered? Was Harrow seriously the bird all this time?????

Overall, I really liked this finale. I especially loved all the callbacks to earlier in the show. When Aaravos said an archdragon's bite can kill a Startouch elf, I immediately thought of how Zym's bite was the only thing that could break Rayla's armband thingy in season 1. Was that subtle foreshadowing? Also, Runaan was the one who taught Rayla to sweep the leg!! And she used it against Soren, who said sweeping the leg wasn't a thing in swordfighting. Nice.

I think they tied up quite a few things in the plot, but left a bunch of unanswered questions for a potential continuation. I'm really curious about the self-eating, since I think it could be an important factor in a future arc.

That's it for now. Like I said, I'll make some more TDP posts for a while, but I'll probably mainly become a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss focused blog after that.

If you read this far, thanks for the attention <3

[ravennaortiz]

A Mendoza Family Halloween

Manny waved goodbye to a couple of the guys before hopping onto his bike. He shivered as the crisp October hair brushed his neck as he snapped his helmet on before heading home. A smile hosted his face as he thought about how excited his baby girl was for trick or treating. This was the first time in a couple years he would be able to join his family for a night of strolling through the neighbor and binging on sweets.

His mind drifted to wandering what costume his sweet Julieta had finally decided on. The last week she had been deciding between either a princess or a biker. He chuckled as he thought about how she had asked him if she could borrow his bike for the night. Being unable to use the word no with her he had simply shrugged and said will see ignoring the hard stare his beloved wife Liliana had sent him.

Manny frowned as he pulled in the driveway. His wife rushing out the door dressed in her magenta scrubs, whipping her hair up into a messy bun as she tossed her work back in her car.

“Everything good mama?” called Manny as he quickly parked his bike and jogged to his wife.  Liliana had a grim look as she shook her head as she typed on her phone. Manny waited assumingly she was letting her team know she was enroute.

“Two of my high risk moms have been admitted. Things don’t look great. I’m so sorry Manny” started Liliana before Manny cut her off with a quick kiss.

“No sorry’s. You go do what you do best. I’ll hold the fort down here” stated Manny firmly as he ushered Liliana into her car as she gave him a relieved smile.

“This is why I chose you. I love you” stated Liliana as she started the car as Manny shut the door before rolling the window down. “Lil Joey is here too. I told his moms we would take him around since they were both working late”.

“I love you too. No worries. Text me when you get there and leave” stated Manny as he gave her another kiss before she drove off. Manny stood watching until she turned off the street before jogging up the stairs to get the kids.

“Good evening Mr. Mendoza!” called Lil Joey excitedly from the living room where he sat watching SpongeBob with Julieta who smiled and waved at him as she sipped on a juice box. Manny couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he took in the scene on his couch. It was one that in about ten years he would lose his mind over but for now it was kinda cute. The two kids were dressed up in their costumes and holding hands as the show played and they quoted word for word the lines.

Julieta was dressed up in what he assumed was a worm costume his amazing wife had somehow thrown together with a doctor cap, mask and stethoscope. While Lil Joey had on a fisherman’s cap, vest and had a fishing pole lying next to him with a rainbow fish hooked on it. A couple costume thought Manny as he snorted and shook his head. Like mother like daughter he thought as he ruffled Lil Joeys cap before kissing Julieta. “You kiddos ready to head out” he asked as he moved to grab his regular car keys from the hook.

The cheering and yelling had him laughing as he turned around. Both kids scrambling to grab there trick or treat bags they had decorated the weekend before at Lil Joeys house. They made a bee line to the door as Manny followed behind.

“Ladies” called Manny about two hours later as he caught sight of Lili Joeys moms walking down the sidewalk. “You two look like a couple of Old Ladies in all that leather” he added making Pam and Karen laugh as they got closer each striking a “tough” pose.

“When your kid tells you to dress up you dress up. That and we thought we might want to join your little club” laughed Karen as Pam handed Manny a small bag.

“A little thank you gift” stated Pam as she shrugged as Manny shook his head and laughed. The idea of these two little white women sitting in Templo amused him.

“Pam, is this what I think it is?” demanded Manny as he peeked in the bag catching a scent of warm bread and cinnamon. His mouth was watering as he took another big whiff.

“Your favorite pumpkin snickerdoodle loaf? That you mentioned months ago? Maybe” replied Pam as she blushed as Manny pulled her in for a hug.

“Thank you. Not needed but appreciated” stated Manny as he stepped back and glanced to the kids as they wearily trudged down the sidewalk from the last house for the night.

“Look like you tired them out” laughed Karen as both kids yawned and plopped down on the sidewalk. “Also looks like they got quite the haul” she added as she handed Lil Joeys bag to Pam as she picked him up.

“They have made off like bandits for sure” stated Manny as he scooped up Julieta and her bag. The three adults walked back to their cars as the wind picked up and it started to sprinkle.  

“Think you and Liliana could come over next week for a Marg and Smores night?” asked Pam as they neared the cars.

“I don’t see why not” stated Manny as they got the kids situated in their cars. “Liliana is working tonight but I’ll let you know tomorrow at pickup”

“Perfect! Have a good night and thanks again!” called Pam as she hugged Manny.

“No worries. Text wh-“ started Manny before Karen cut him off with a laugh.

“When we get home. We know the drill mister Presidente” she laughed as Manny pretended to give her a stern look. “Normally you don’t interrupt the Presidente. I’ll let it slide tonight” he joked before waving them off and getting in his car. He shook his head as he thought about the last few months. Who would have thought two of his favorite people would be two little white ladies.

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[faultlinescrew]

Thank you @lakesbian for opening my eyes to Aisha, she has entered the relm of my favourites and will now proceed to be rotated in my head at mach 10 speeds

Design notes under the Readmore

My main focus with Aisha is making her look her age. Like they're all kids and it's fucked up but at the start of worm she was 13, and as someone who has 13yr old siblings:

1. I completely understand why Brian is like that, on such a visceral level. -Actually the more I type this the more I realise that his relationship with Aisha is the closest Ive ever seen to my own relationship with my siblings in media. I could legally kin him. What the fuck

2. They look young

So I made her shapes very round, attempted to give her a bit of a babyface and the kind of hair style I've seen teenage girls wear variations of, but with purple braiding hair and acid green cuffs instead of silver/gold ones bc yknow, it's Aisha.

You would not believe how much I debated giving her braces, mostly bc the mental image of someone (probably Brian) dragging her to the dentist is very funny to me, but decided against it (I will draw her with them one day though)

And for Imp I took all those round shapes and fuckin chucked em in a blender. Sharp shapes only.

A monochromatic pallet contrasted nicely with her bright one, and her mask is like a really fucked up comedy one, bc what is worm if not a fucked up comedy?

I also gave it lil cheeks bc I thought it was cute.

[hootbon]

Hello!

I hope you’re having a great night/day!

I’ve seen some people share their audience-sonas and i wanted to make one too buuut when i was done with her i decided to give her sum cute little kids!

Here’s the proud mother:

And heres some fun facts about her:

-She does not care for the show at all, the only reason she’s there is for her children to be happy

-you can rarely see her in the audience if not at all, but she is always there observing her kids.

SHE IS ALWAYS WATCHING.

-This wonderful gal reaches s height of 8 and a half feet! Wowie! Pwetty tall woman

-She always puts her children first!

-she is, in fact missing an arm

Now fir the little worms:

-Poppy and Boris!

Aren’t they cute?

Some fun facts about Poppy!

-Her favorite freak is Ragatha! She just loves how Ragatha looks and her stitches, It inspires Poppy to make her dolls look just like her!

-She thinks her brother is gross and stupid ( in a loving way)

-she LOVES attention and will do anything to get it especially from her favorite freak!

-the definition of ADHD and OCD

-she lost her arm after a fight with her brother

Now some fun facts about Boris!

-He likes beetles, no other kind of bug just beetles

-His favorite freaks are Jax and kinger

-Thinks his sister is one of the most beautiful people he’s seen ( besides mother of course)

-miiight have autism, just might

-Lil dude can’t speak besides growls, chirps and other kinds if noises

-Lemme tell you that this lil goober can BITE dude can rip your bones out with ease, i mean… LOOK AT HIS SISTERS ARM.

Also i want to say how much i love your work, keep it up! Also i hope i didn’t go overboard with the drawing and their details!

Also have some extra stuff cause i love you 😊

Oh my god they’re beautiful

I love when you guys actually give definition to their madness, WAAAA I LOVE THESE AUDIENCE OCS