#that freeloading child lol

[allylikethecat]

yessss on the skirt era and YES on being one of the nicest kindest people in this community 💗 i always feel bad spamming you with asks but i need to remind myself you like them (hopefully)

Woot woot Ducklings Fictional!Matty skirt era lets goooo (he's just gotta get through soem more pain and suffering first 😈 get excited y'all voted for that fic to update Tuesday haha)

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[nightunite]

do you think maid!reader be working for the baron during the intended time or will she be early because of the pain of what she had overheard? also also also, do you think she'd look miserable and somewhat pathetic in the first few days but put up a brave face despite everything? i am so here for the drama

-- 📖

Glad to hear it, lol! I've got plenty of it coming, though hopefully interspersed with more fluff as well. Decided to do this one just as a regular answer and not a blurb, hope that's okay!

I think she would work as much as she could up until she's due or until a doctor told her to stop. The thought of sitting around, especially in a place where she's the newest person, makes her feel guilty. She wants to get along with the others and doesn't want to come off as a freeloader. That said, once she's told that she needs to just relax she's gonna do her best to stay out of the way of the other workers. By the time she's due I think she would have several friends, albeit not any close ones. And yes, she would for sure try to put on a brave face; she's coming into this new place looking ill courtesy of stress and (as she later finds out) morning sickness, as well as leaving what should have been a better station at a time of the year when money and food would be tight. The last thing she needs is someone figuring out that she's carrying her boss's bastard child and bringing the scandal to Konig's doorstep. Plus for her own wellbeing she can't keep breaking down and crying over what happened. In her mind, there's nothing to salvage or fight for, so she needs to try and be strong.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

its not american culture but white culture tbh. my family is russian/german and my mom expected us to move out and be self-sufficient by the age of 20. even though we pay rent to live at home too. from what i heard from previous jobs/friends brown/especially muslim families keep their children at home until they get married, some stay with their families until they are in their 30s lmao my mom would kick me out at that point ruthlessly. its true that white families are colder and less welcoming of their own children. why bring a child into the world when all you do is wait until it leaves home? its questionable

this is insane to me!! and yes ur correct in ur assessment—it’s very normal in that culture/not seen as a negative at all, whereas in american culture you’re seen as a freeloader. it’s also worth mentioning that a lot of arab people choose to live w their family not for financial reasons, but bc they legit don’t wanna live away from loved ones. family is infinitely important in arab culture, in the same way it’s infinitely neglected in american culture. moving out is normal too (if u also happen to be american lol), but so is being surrounded w family voluntarily. if ur family is lax enough, which is mine is, its ultimately up to u what u wanna do.

for my family in particular my mom doesn’t want me to live w her so much as she wants to take care of me, bc to her ill always be her responsibility regardless of age. she always told me that no matter where i live, she will always be happy to support me. i rly won the jackpot bc she has granted me both autonomy and a support system no matter what, when by contrast a lot of more strict brown families might not be okay w that kind of freedom (i felt it necessary to emphasize this btw bc the stereotype of all brown parents being conservative and stifling is grossly overapplied—my mom is proof it’s not true). but white families are so fucking COLD to each other (not ALL of them btw!! as always people and situations aren’t a one size fits all) and being kicked out of the house seems to be the standard. i find that so fucked up

[oldiesstationlover11607]

*Jumps down from podium* Hello there! 😀

Yes, I’m aware how cringy that was. Anyways, hi! It’s me. 💛. Your favorite miscolored internal organ emoji. First of, I want to say that I LOOOOVVVEEEEDDDD the blurryface fic. I actually really enjoyed how you wrote blurryface. To me, I feel like it was like Tyler had just enough control over him to keep him from fully coming out, but not enough to stop him completely, so he was rude, but not to the degree of blurryface he could be.

Now, I come to you almighty one shot lord with a new request. I recently saw a video in Twitter of Josh playing with someone’s kid (IDK if it was Tyler’s. It was a video where he jokingly tried to take a bite out of a kid’s piece of bacon before saying he didn’t want it because it was gross. Yes, I know. I’m great at describing things). Anyways, it was adorable. Thus, I was wondering if you could maybe do the fic where the reader sees Josh playing with a young child (could be Tyler’s kid(s), could be a random child. Up to you.) and the reader kinda gets baby fever and decides to talk to Josh about possibly having them in the future.

I understand that this topic may be one you’re not interested in writing and, if that’s the case, no problem. You are the artist and I am but a humble freeloader. 😊

Kids - Josh Dun x reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1273

A/N: I'm glad you liked the Blurryface fic and you saw my vision :) I searched the internet for the bacon video and found it! Definitely helped with writing the fic. Josh is so cute with kids it's adorable. I went through 3 different versions of this before finally landing on this one. I did write a water fight fic for another fandom on this blog but idc bc this one fits well. Hopefully it's not too short.

P.S. 💛 the image of josh will make sense at the end lol. I was looking for one and cackling over this.

2015 had been both an amazing and stressful year for Josh and I, Blurryface had released and we’d both been on tour together. Mark and I had both been working on vlogs and social media for the album cycle and tour, tiring us out just as much as the boys. Luckily, we had a couple months off to relax before they started working on the next album. My parents had agreed to let us stay in our family vacation home in Florida, meaning I was going to get to see our family friends and their kids–all of whom were half my age. 

The sun was blaring outside and to avoid the heat I was sitting in the living room working some editing. Josh had decided to wander the neighborhood, getting to know the area I’d been telling him about for months. As I saved my project and put my computer away I heard a loud screech. I ran outside, curious as to what was happening. 

“Josh, stop it!” cackled Amelia, my mom’s best friend’s daughter. Josh was chasing after her, a water gun in hand and aimed perfectly at the back of her head. A whole group of kids had come out of their houses to play, some with water balloons, others with pistols, all of them laughing. I remembered when Tyler and I would run around here, our parents close friends. One Christmas he’d been given a skateboard and we spent the winter break trying to learn how to do tricks. Tyler and Jenna had decided to stay back home in Columbus for the holidays, preferring the cooler weather than the Florida heat. I tried desperately to fight off the smile growing on my face while I sat on the porch steps. Josh caught up to Amelia, picking her up and carrying her so the other kids could all soak her. Amelia managed to get away, running in the opposite direction towards her friends. Josh had a grin plastered on his face. 

“I’ve got ammo over here!” A small hand reached up above a bush, waving in the air. Josh ran over to refill his gun before sneaking back into the war zone of kids. 

“Okay, team Josh huddle!” He stretched his arms around the group of kids he’d clearly chosen to be on his team. I could hear the faint whispers of the kids before they split up, creeping towards the other kids on Amelia’s team. “Ready. Aim. Fire!” he yelled, prompting all of the kids to either fire their water guns or throw their water balloons. It looked like a mini tsunami, water flying through the air and soaking everyone in range. I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face, Josh was so good with the kids. We’d been together for 3 years and hadn’t spent that much time with kids. We had the conversation about spending our futures together months ago, but I never found the time to have the really important conversation with him. Kids. Tyler had dreamed of having kids for as long as I could remember and Jenna had been on board since day one. I wanted what they had, it was hard not knowing if Josh wanted what I wanted. “Okay okay! I’m soaked so I’m gonna go get dry.” Josh wrung out his shirt which was sticking against his body. He waved goodbye to all the kids before turning towards the house. As soon as he saw me his eyes lip up, arms open to give me a hug. 

“No! No!” I laughed, holding him back while he tried desperately to kiss me. Finally I gave up, letting him pull me in close. We were definitely going to need to dry off together. 

“Let’s go inside,” Josh ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. I followed him into the house, going into our bedroom and grabbing a new set of clothes before joining him in the bathroom. He was running a comb through his dyed red hair, a towel wrapped around his shirtless body. 

“You know, you’re really good with kids,” I said, sitting on the counter. Josh looked up at me, his eyebrows raised. 

“Ya think? I mean, I’ve got two younger sisters so–” Of course, how could I have forgotten? I handed Josh a clean shirt once I’d gotten dressed in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. Looking out the window, I could see the kids still outside throwing water back and forth. I wanted to talk to Josh about the kid thing, but I couldn’t tell if this was the right time. If I did mention it and he didn’t want kids then I was risking him leaving me, risking everything that made me, me. I wanted to be honest with him, we were always honest with each other. Josh continued to talk while my thoughts bounced about in my head. “My mom used to pay me to babysit them which was fun but obviously when I started touring that stopped–”

“Josh,” I interrupted, reaching down and grabbing his hand. He looked up at me, a worried look on his face. 

“What? Are you okay?” I took a deep breath before continuing. 

“Do you–have you ever heard Tyler talk about wanting kids?” I was trying to frame a way to start the conversation whilst having no idea what I was doing. Josh nodded, staying quiet and listening attentively. “I–I know you’re only 27 and I’m 26 but we’ve never talked about kids before and I really–do you?”

Josh laughed, folding the towel he was using and placing it on the rack. “If you’re trying to ask what I think you’re trying to ask then the answer is yeah, I do.” I jumped off the counter and ran into his arms, pressing my lips to his. 

“God I love you,” I smirked into the kiss, cupping his jaw and tangling his wet curls between my fingers. He kissed back, pulling me close so I was straddling his waist. 

“When I say I want kids, I don’t mean right now, you know? Touring and work is putting enough stress on us and we’re not even engaged yet,” he said, breaking the kiss. I nodded, glad he was thinking exactly what I was. 

“Of course. We’ve still got so much going on and the band is getting bigger and bigger. I think we should enjoy the time we have alone before we start worrying about bringing smaller versions of ourselves into the world,” I agreed, pressing my lips to his once more before getting up and grabbing Josh’s wet clothes off the floor. 

“Where are you off to?” he asked, standing up. 

“I’m putting your clothes in the laundry and grabbing us a snack. I’m exhausted from watching you run around and I need a nap.” I threw Josh’s clothes into the laundry basket before going into the pantry and grabbing a bag of honey-roasted nuts, my favorite snack that I’d made Josh add to the band’s rider for the entire tour. 

“Can I join you?” He reached his hand inside the bowl, taking a handful of nuts and pouring them into his mouth. I nodded, walking into our room and getting into bed, Josh sticking close to me. “I’m so tired,” he chuckled, placing his head on the pillow next to mine. 

“You know, kids will do that to you,” I yawned, my eyes feeling heavy. 

“And that is why we’re waiting,” he returned the yawn. 

I scooted closer to him, bending my knees and rolling onto my side, drifting into sleep within his arms. 

“Goodnight love,” Josh whispered.

//

Can't wait for the next request!

[dracomort]

I never really knew that Taco exist before reading your fics. I was kinda just scrolling for Tomarry and came upon your fic Echos. I quite like the fic and decide to check your profile to see if you have other fics. And you have a bunch of Tacos. I was kinda hesitant bc I really do not like Draco, and was about to click off. But I was curious, so I clicked on Alley Cat.

Safe to say, I never recovered. I stopped reading Tomarry alltogether bc the thought of Tom being with anyone other than Draco seems kinda boring now. So I blame you (and thank you) for bringing me to this shipdom.

That being said, what brought you to Taco? I know you ship Tomarry and Drarry too, both of which has a lot of fics and contents to enjoy as well as canon materials. In hindsight, Taco seems like a ship that came outta nowhere.

Sdfghjk that's how i reel you into rarepair hell

Tbh i started shipping it as a joke but then it stopped being a joke... Tom and Draco are my HP faves and I always ship my faves so it made sense to me in my head lmao.

I like Taco as a writer precisely because of having read both Tomarry and Drarry and because there's so little Taco. It allowed me to put a new spin on themes and scenes around those characters from an angle I hadn't read before. Keeping somewhat faithful to their characters and writing them in a plausible relationship is a huge challenge (I don't even like Draco sometimes) but that's part of the appeal to me. I also get to come at both characters from a very different angle than I do when they're paired with a character as morally righteous as Harry. There's just a lot of shit that Harry wouldn't accept from either of them that Tom and Draco are chill about in each other.

There's also a lot to build off in Canon imo. Not in terms of them having romantic chemistry lol, but when you think about it, there are only a few years of Draco's entire life where he isn't living with Voldemort in some form—either the Diary, which is in Malfoy Manor for Draco's whole life up to age 12, or the real deal from OotP or whenever he starts freeloading. Then post-Canon you have Delphini, if you accept Cursed Child. There are heaps of places to set a Taco/Dracomort fic.

[ratsoh-writes]

Can you give us some fun facts about your pets?

Ooooo

Ok jess, this hoe:

Jess is my baby, my darling, my sweet ugly girl. I do have cute pictures of her, but they are far and in between. This vacuum bag hairball is the most unphotogenic creature known to man. And she coughs like a 40 year old man. And she has allergies so she sneezes everywhere, and she has brilliant aim if she’s near your face

She’s black, and she loves the sun, so she likes to fry herself outside every morning. And she comes back in smelling like a mixture of ass and roadkill. And naturally this is when she wants my cuddles the most

For some reason the sound of squeaky toys gives her eargasms so hard that she screams and howls her little rat heart out at them. Rubber duckies are the bane of her existence

This rat was found behind a dumpster (literally), but middle class family life has softened that boney dog butt of hers. She can no longer tolerate the cold hard ground of fake wood floors. She knows how to sit, but will hover her butt over the ground when on hard floor. She actually sits on carpet though. And even though her food is in the tiled laundry room, she likes to grab a mouthful of kibble, walk all across the house, and bring it to the living room just to eat it on carpet. Oh and she tries to bury her treats in my room for some reason.

Now Mario: this slut:

As the only boy in the household, Mario is unapologetically my moms favorite. But to be fair, he’s a slut, but only for her. He’s a loyal boy. His favorite past times include barking at nothing, pissing on every square inch of the backyard, and biting at my moms ankles every time she walks down the hall

He must’ve failed doggy language classes or something, because when he wants attention, he doesn’t whine cutely like jess, or snort like Jake (my late beagle, love you boo), he growls. He hikes his little tiny crusty grandma dog teeth up and does his best growl. I rate it as horrifying as spam sizzling on a frying pan, so not much. (And no, these growls are purely affectionate, he’s never actually bitten anyone or been aggressive, he’s a coward lol)

When we have the freeloaders do their trick routine, he gets mad if we don’t let him go first, and if jess is doing her tricks too slow he’ll straight up body slam her away and do it for her. He’s got golden child syndrome and can’t handle not being in the spotlight

He’s super possessive of my mom, and anytime anyone touches her when she’s at her office chair, he growls and barks. Unless it’s my uncle. He’s terrified of that guy. My uncle only calls him George and so he answers to that as a second name too.

[atopvisenyashill]

If asoiaf characters were to take a drivers test who would pass? Who would fail? And who would end up in jail for breaking so many traffic laws and also maybe running over someone?

who passes?

arya but she has so many tickets

nedcat both get perfect scores

brienne drives renly, loras, jaime, and pod around everywhere

robert, but only barely. he is known for being an angry driver, he’s gotten several tickets, and he sticks to a personal driver at jon arryn’s suggestion

oberyn - he actually has a class a license not for a job but bc he was bored

davos - he’s a smuggler, he’s got all sorts of licenses and most of them are legit

olenna has to retake the test every year bc she’s so old and she bitches CONSTANTLY about this

stannis is the only baratheon with a still valid license. he will NOT drive those freeloaders anyway, even if they’re going to the same place, he makes them call a car bc he doesn’t understand how they keep failing or getting their license suspended.

who fails?

lysa fails the written portion by like one question three times but gets the driving test in one go

edmure fails so many times blackfish buys him a bus pass for his birthday as a joke. jokes on him tho bc edmure has a million friends willing to give him a ride

renly is incapable of passing the written portion no matter how hard he tries. no one points out it’s so weird to be a lawyer and not understand road law

theon gets his license revoked constantly for drunk driving no matter how many times robb offers to pick him up when he’s drunk. he has been through several programs, he thinks they’re all goofy and claims he does not have a drinking problem

who gets arrested for vehicular murder?

aemond

euron

criston clearly goes to trial but gets off lol

joffrey, obviously, and he doesn’t have a license either

daemon did get arrested but he was found not guilty on all charges even tho everyone knows he did that shit and it was on purpose

gregor clegane but only after four trials for four separate incidents where he was acquitted

obara, but it Was genuinely an accident she’s just a speed racer. doran will Not let her drive if they have to carpool for family functions, his family is Banned from letting her drive, however nymeria Will let her drive if they’re together

where is x?

daemon’s license was revoked bc he refuses to pay child support because he lives with his two baby mamas, they’re just not married. laena has tried to get him to hire a lawyer to get it straightened out but it’s the principle of the thing, he refuses

none of the lannisters have drivers licenses, they’re too rich, they have personal drivers. jaime didn’t care enough, cersei thinks the test is beneath her, tyrion thinks it’s funnier to be a nuisance to everyone around him hitching rides. well - myrcella DOES have a license actually but she hasn’t told anyone in her family except tyrion bc she doesn’t want to have to give rides. she does not consider tyrion a nuisance, she will drive him anywhere.

i just feel like dany has never had to drive a car in her life. she is [modern day version of her storyline. some sort of refugee? idk] so she didn’t have Access to a car, then all of a sudden had a personal driver, so it’s never even been a thought in her mind. she does Not care either, like by the time she has the freedom to learn, she’s busy!! she’s smart enough, she Would pass it, but she just doesn’t have the time to learn

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Children on the Streets 4

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

" It's painfully apparent to me that you’re struggling desperately."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Starry Sky

Night that day, on the rooftop of the building beside the Chinese restaurant…

Yuuta: Good god.

Like Aniki, we the “Team Wise Younger Brother” ended up freeloading, or in other words, working at live-ins at Master’s restaurant, but…

There wasn’t any room left in the building, so instead we’re camping on the rooftop of one of Master’s acquaintances’ buildings with a tent, huh.

Well, the “Team Wise Younger Brother” arrived later, so I can’t complain.

Meals and baths are taken care of, so it’s better than living in a cardboard house on the street.

Shinobu: Our team name sounds like it’s way overcompensating for something compared to “Team Aniki”…

Yuuta: …Generally, Aniki’s more popular nowadays, so our team name’s all we’ve got going for us. I don’t want to become something like Aniki’s extra.

I want to be more assertive, even if it’s a bad look for me.

Shinobu: Right. Since we’re a large group of people, our fans are spread out among individuals nicely. I haven’t had to worry about that too much.

It sounds tough for only one of a unit of two members to be popular.

Yuuta: Sure is~… It’s really tough~, the people around me treat me like an unwanted child.

And they say things like, “the younger brother’s way too desperate to show off his individuality by growing his hair out lol”, even though that’s not why I changed my appearance.

It really pisses me off, but I doubt this’ll be an easy situation to reverse.

I’m suuuure you also just think I’m losing my way as of late, though, Shinobu-kun.

But now that we’re so different, we can’t go back to being the two in one twin idols that get along anymore.

If we do, probably only Aniki will stand out, and I’ll just be his extra.

I’ll be drowned out by the light that is Aniki, and pushed into the shadows, where nobody can recognize me.

And I sure as hell don’t want to spend my life like that, just sinking down like the setting sun.

Shinobu: Right… I am a ninja so it’s a given, but I too also tend to hide in the shadows, so I understand, de gozaru. Of course, while it’s impossible to understand someone else’s feelings 100%…

I can at least sympathize with you, Yuuta-kun.

Rather, that's why I’m enduring your ninja ban and other various tyrannies, Yuuta-kun. It's painfully apparent to me that you’re struggling desperately.

I’m sure you’re going through a really difficult time right now, so I’ll let you take it out on me to relieve stress, okay?

We’re friends.

Yuuta: Shall we get married, Shinobu-kun?

Shinobu: I don’t know how to respond to a bit like that de gozaru!?

Yuuta: Fufufu. Well, anyway, the whole premise of “Living on the Streets Experience” has completely fallen apart, and the program has gotten crazy messy, but…

Really, what should we do? If it’s too hard, we can just take it easy at Master’s place like this until the final day.

Though I guess that’d make for a rather exciting program, wouldn’t it.

Shinobu: I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a peaceful ending, but it’s not that type of program, is it…

And it might be disadvantageous against Anzu-dono in the producer showdown, who is in charge of this episode.

If there’s enough people who think that Anzu-dono’s episodes are boring and not worth watching, then it’s over, de gozaru.

The ratings may drop dramatically for Anzu-dono’s future episodes.

In this day and age, the fact that the producers change every episode will be easily noticed by those with sensitive antennae.

Yuuta: The episode producer names are usually credited. It’d be a big blow to Anzu-san’s reputation if she becomes known as a producer who makes uninteresting programs.

It’ll interfere with her future activities as a producer, even if she wins the producer showdown.

I owe a lot to YamadaP of course, but I’ve owed a lot to Anzu-san for a while now too—

If we can help it, I’d rather her reputation not suffer because she was in charge of our program. That’d be nothing but ungrateful.

And she’s a candidate for becoming Aniki’s wife, too, meaning there's a possibility she’ll become my sister-in-law some day.

So if possible, I’d like her to find success in her job and maintain financial stability.

Shinobu: Huh, wait what? What do you mean de gozaru? His wife?

Yuuta: Fufufu~, so actually, things have gotten a bit interesting, you see. ♪

Yuuta: …Wait, huh?

Shinobu: Wh-what’s wrong, Yuuta-kun? Has something gotten in your eye?

Yuuta: No, just… Speak of the devil, look, Anzu-san’s here.

Shinobu: Anzu-dono is? But aside from the camera crew, aren’t producers and the rest of the staff supposed to leave at night and go home like usual…?

Yuuta: Yeah. That’s supposed to be the case, but it looks like Anzu-san stayed behind today for some reason.

Wait, maybe its that? Something like… She’s meeting in secret with Aniki in some unfrequented back alleyway…?

Y-You know, I was just making a joke out of it, but could it really be…?

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[kharmii]

Caption says: Party seeking. A liberated society! For a bright future! FLOWER Garden Koukou (Cunty? LOL!)

Art credit: My Hero Academia / 花畑イラスト本【花園】 / April 4th, 2024 - pixiv

Posting a few pages from the Trumpet themed art book. It's upbeat and fluffy and a lot of fun. There's nothing that makes you think Trumpet is shaking his head saying, "This isn't the money and bitches I signed up for..."

There are two different artists contributing to this book. One is the artist I bought it from, and the other artist makes Trumpet swarthier. They play up the greasy Guido look more. I love them both but lean more toward liking the selling artist's style.

There were three rabbit costumes in this book, which goes along with the Kharmii take, LOL!

Actually, I have a head canon I've never talked about yet. I think Trumpet would be the sort of level-headed faithful guy who would have stayed married to the same woman his whole life and did the normal family thing. Unfortunately, the inner sanctum of the Liberation Army -like the people who actually run it...the people who groomed ReDestro- decided it would be in their best interest to turn Trumpet's life into a trainwreck because that would make him easier to control and manipulate and KEEP.

After all, Trumpet might have decided at some point to 'outgrow' the impractical anarchist cult bullshit. Anybody with a few braincells to rub together would have. He eventually would have moved on and tried to leave, so Trumpet suffered the attack of the honeypots. Beautiful women were always throwing themselves at him and initiating liaisons. It's not like it would be a chore for them because he's handsome and charming.

After a while, he'd be getting blackmailed and threatened with trouble. A few times, like after messy divorces and child support disputes, he'd have been forced to freeload off ReDestro and hide out in the villa. This helps bring the two closer, and with so much drama going on in his life, Trumpet can barely think straight, let alone think about leaving the Liberation Army for saner more practical pursuits. In fact, he's tricked into thinking that the MLA is a refuge for him, although the older he gets, the more cynically he views the members of the MLA outside of his close-knit friend group. He views a lot them as trash and won't shed a tear over the loss of some.

A lot of elegant violet hues in this book.

Guest artist.

I would have been disappointed not to see at least one with this theme, and here we have two. Maybe Trumpet is a villain who doesn't see himself as such? Maybe he sincerely sees himself as a holy crusader preaching liberation? His speech hints at it.

"Steel yourselves! Bring just punishment to those who threaten us!"

"Use your righteous power to bring forth a new era!"

It would make him feel even more justified to stoke up the rabble against such as Tomura Shigaraki and his gang of villains bent on destruction.

I lol-ed at the part where Shigaraki says, "The Liberation Army is playing with peoples' hearts. I'll make sure they suffer until their last breaths.."

Then suddenly Trumpet rocks up in his party van looking like the perfect candidate to get his asshole rerouted, thus planting the seed of an idea for a brutal nasty fan fic. *creepy wink*

I'm totally going to put these at my workstation, along with updated photos of my family. I like to surround my space with whimsical colorful images, like celestial symbols, emoji stickers, not to mention the one octopus beanie boo knockoff with startlingly human looking eyes. There'd better not be one person who sees these guys and knows exactly who they are. *darts eyes*

[bisluthq]

I also had thoughts about what Olivia and Harry were planning to do with that house he bought that he’s allegedly turning into a nursery. It was pretty clearly a family home he bought right before the breakup since it had rooms for the children (which is sad, but also lol at harry and taylor both buying houses with their significant others right before splitting with them). The fact they only publicised Harry’s name on whatever documents they found for the house indicates he must’ve been the main contributor but I’d be surprised if Olivia completely freeloaded a purchase like that? Or maybe she would enjoy getting a house bought for her and her kids idk. Maybe she withdrew early enough in the process of buying the house she wasn’t on the docs

Tbf I don’t know if Olivia would have wanted to be making big purchases while in litigation with Jason over maintenance and child support. They may have discussed her buying in later but it’d be a bit stupid of her to be trying to get Jason to pay what he (tbf he legit did owe her this) owed her and simultaneously be buying huge houses with her much younger boyfriend. That’d look bad.

[nakachuchu]

Chocolate Pocky | Fushiguro Toji

SYNOPSIS: A day in your life with a freeloader.

READER: female

WORDS: 1209

WRITTEN: 04/10/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! "Let's get married." Okay, this was really fun to write and I'm tooting my own horn, but this is so cute and it's my fav. Sorry I couldn't mention chocolate pocky more. I got distracted lol

You came from a rich family that didn't expect you to run the family business because you weren't the male firstborn.

All that was expected of you was to marry someone and have children, but you didn't like the idea of giving in to what your controlling family wanted.

Because of your upbringing, you connected with Toji. The two of you met in school and the first moment he saw you was when you were tilting back on your chair, eating chocolate pocky with a deadpan expression on your face.

After learning of each other's circumstances, you two naturally clicked with each other. And although you enjoyed how free-spirited he was, the fact that he was a freeloader was getting on your nerves.

You straddled his hips, smacking him repeatedly with a cushion from the couch he was laying on.

"Get a job!" you exclaimed.

He reached forward and engulfed your face with his large hand, pushing you away. Your arms flailed around, unable to reach him anymore.

"I do have a job."

"Freeloading is not a job!"

"You're rich," he retorted.

"That doesn't mean I like having you in my apartment all the time!"

You wrapped your hands around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face. You huffed and looked down at him as he picked his ear while watching television.

"You're literally so gross," you muttered.

In the past, Toji would come by from time to time, but he never stayed this long before. At first, you didn't mind but you would have appreciated if he at least did the chores if he was going to stay at your apartment for free, especially with his kids.

You knew about Tsumiki from his first lover and you had met her before, but when Toji suddenly showed up with not only Tsumiki but another child, you nearly strangled him.

"Let's get married," Toji suddenly said.

You stared at him. The man had the audacity to bring up marriage with you and wouldn't even look at you.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You just want to marry me because I'm rich," you retorted.

"Okay, and what's your point?"

You rolled your eyes. "Get on your knees and maybe I'll say yes."

Toji stopped picking his ear and turned to look at you, ignoring the romantic drama on the television.

"I'm not doing that," he said.

"If I give you fifty bucks, would you do it?"

"Hell yeah."

You snorted. "Always the gold digger, Toji."

"Obviously."

You opened your mouth to respond but noticed Megumi peeking at you from behind the doorway. Even Tsumiki was right behind him.

"Are you two hungry?" you questioned. "I'll start dinner in a sec."

"I'll help," Tsumiki chimed.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you said. "Megumi?"

He said nothing, but you could see him shuffling around. You smiled at how cute and shy he was, and you swore he was your favorite 7-year-old you have ever encountered.

You climbed off Toji's lap and ignored the way he ogled your ass. He had done it so many times that you had gotten used to it.

Tsumiki followed you into the kitchen, leaving Megumi to shuffle out and sit on the couch with his father.

While you and Tsumiki prepared dinner, Toji was telling Megumi about the romantic drama he was watching.

"So the mother is cheating on the father with his brother and the daughter is dating her math teacher who also happens to be her older sister's fiancé."

Megumi blinked at the television screen.

"Toji, what the heck are you teaching your son?"

"The complications of family," he answered.

You sighed.

"I finished chopping the carrots," said Tsumiki.

"Thank you."

Once the two of you finished preparing dinner, you forced Toji to get off his ass to set the table. You even stood behind him, refusing to help as he set the table begrudgingly.

When he was finally done, the four of you sat down at the dining table to eat. Megumi was a bit of a messy eater, but he tried his best to create the littlest amount of messes possible.

You would often wipe his mouth with a napkin and tell him it was okay to be messy, then you would turn to Toji and say, "Stop being a slob."

For dessert, you allowed the children to have chocolate pocky since it was a bit late for ice cream and you knew any cold desserts always gave Megumi a brain-freeze.

"Hey, let's play the pocky game," Toji suggested.

"Get your gross face away from me," you retorted.

Once the four of you were full, you cleaned the table and stood next to Toji in front of the sink—you were forcing him to wash the dishes.

"Look, I'm just saying. You already cook for me and provide for me, so we should just get married," he said.

"I don't hear anything."

"Bad hearing must come with the age, huh?"

You glared at him. "You di—" You glanced at the children. "Delightful person."

Toji sent you an amused glance to which you rolled your eyes at. You slapped the towel you were holding against his ass before placing it on the counter.

"Where are you going?" he asked as you turned around.

"I need to poop," you said in an obvious tone. "Don't miss me too much, loser."

While you walked away into the bathroom, he was staring at you the whole time while absentmindedly washing the dishes. Once you were gone, Toji turned toward his children and noticed Tsumiki was looking at him with a grin on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're in love with her," she said.

He scoffed. "I'm not."

"Whatever you say, Dad."

He scoffed and finished washing the dishes and when you came back after your business, you tucked Megumi and Tsumiki into bed.

"Good night, Megumi. I love you," you said as you kissed his forehead. You walked over to Tsumiki who was in the next bed over. "Good night, Tsumiki. I love you," you said as you kissed her forehead.

You turned the lights off and left the room, quietly closing the door before walking back into the living room to see Toji watching his romantic drama again.

"Is the episode not finished?" you questioned as you sat next to him.

"Sweetheart, it has fourteen seasons," he retorted.

"And what season are you on?"

"Two."

"I'm going to die before you finish this damn series," you retorted.

You said that yet you still sat next to him, side pressed against his while his arm splayed behind you on the back of the couch.

Eventually, you fell asleep in the middle of the third episode that had just started. Your head was resting on his shoulder. He stared at you and faintly smiled before picking you up to bring you to bed.

While walking to your room, he ran into Megumi who had woken up to use the bathroom. He was simply standing there silently with a stuffed dog in his hand.

He was looking at his father, blinking at the sight of you in his father's arms and all Toji said was, "I know what you're thinking and it's not like that, you brat.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 29: What Doesn't Kill Me

Fandom: Avengers

Prompts;

Sleep Deprivation

Defiance

"Better me than you."

Me: I should branch out and use someone other than my comfort character.

Also me: lol look at this nerd

If you asked Tony, Coffee- or maybe caffeine- was the most important thing. In the sense that, if he had to do anything ever, he was gonna need coffee to do it. JARVIS would remind him that sleep could be a good substitute, but Tony would point out the fact Coffee is far easier than Sleep. Thus proving Coffee to be superior. And really he was right, what else could keep you going for days on end? (Besides spite, of course… or anxiety… insomnia…) Nothing, that's what. (Denial)

He's almost positive there's some creepy early century study about not sleeping, and he's sure if they just gave the people coffee it would have turned out just fine. Probably. Maybe…

Anyway, the fact of the matter was, he had completed his list of to dos. So no one could be mad at him for anything to do with this week, and since he was getting a head start on next week, he'd say he's doing pretty dang good. Now the problem is, he ran out of coffee, an incident with a blender and some questionable substance of some kind that shall not be mentioned. He really needed a locked room to put anything his poor child could think of feeding him into.

And see, Tony could just go to the common floor and get some more, it's just a quick elevator trip really. But he's learned that getting coffee in front of the team is a sure fire way to get at least three scoldings and a lecture. And honestly, he's tired of it, he's proud of himself for what he's accomplished, and he would like to keep that feeling thank you. So some fresh(ish) air and a quick walk would suffice instead.

He'd much rather face a bunch of strangers and coffee shop enthusiasts instead a bunch of meanie super hero freeloaders. Besides, once they never complained about the results. And never dialed down on how much they asked for. So they could deal with caffeinated Tony.

Of course its just his luck that someone chose today to rob the bank next door- by using the wall of the coffee shop- and really, who decided this was a good idea!? You dont connect walls to banks and shit. Its just asking for trouble, case in point.

Thankfully theres only a few people in this afternoon, two employees and 4 other patrons in addition to himself. They're out numbered, and the robbers are no newbs, they shoot one hostage- in the arm thankfully- to keep the rest at bay as they set explosives in the back room. Tonys eyes however are fixed on the man before him, who clutches his arm, hoodie falling from his head to expose his face.

Something niggles in his mind at the dark skinned face, but his brain seems drawn in three other- useless- directions instead of recognition. He scoots forward instead, eyes focused on the slowly spreading spot of blood on the hoodie sleeve.

"Dont move!" Assuming the one who shot first is the leader, this guy is not the leader, but he is waving a gun around like a drunk.

"Hes bleeding." Tony states simply, moving forward still.

"And you will be too if you dont stop moving!"

"And then you'd loose too hostages and be a loosy goosy." Hes next to the guy now, completely ignoring the robber like the sane person he is.

"I'll buy you a new hoodie if we make it out of this." He says quietly, tearing the ruined sleeve off for a makeshift bandage.

"And I'll, buy you dinner." A heavily accented voice replies just as soft.

The accent niggles that same part, but his attention is drawn to the gun as it comes into view. Apparently this guy doesnt care about loosy goosy,

"Get him up, youre so worried about him he'll be my meat shield." The guy growls.

"Now come on. Youre gonna pass up Tony Stark as a meat shield? Geez kids these days."

Another head pops out of the back room, the leader maybe? They're all starting to look the same.

"Get your ass over here and bring Stark. We just got us a get out of jail card!"

If Pepper or Rhodey or JARVIS had any say, it'd be a "youre lucky youre in jail." Card.

The bleeding guy grabs at his arm, a stricken look on his face,

"Don't worry, better me than you." Tony offers a small smile, as his arm is grabbed and he's pulled up.

He could really use some coffee, his head is getting all foggy like he hates, and his body seems to groan with every step like a teenager at 7am. His 72 hour work binge is gonna end badly if he doesn't get his sweet bean elixor.

He's dragged through the hole in the wall, only stumbling a little, as the group does their little speech and shooting at the ceiling, making their way through and gathering money. He can't help but wonder why they went through the trouble of messing with the coffee shop, since this place was obviously already prepared for them. No guests, and only a few tellers left, already hiding. He's surprised it's not completely empty…

Oh! Because they decided to rob a bank down the road from Avengers tower! How he forgot about the darn Avengers when they lived in his building, he'll blame it on the lack of coffee, because that's the real victim here.

"Drop the guns, let him go, and we can do this the easy way." Cap says, all authority and shit.

He's moved further in front of the 'leader', a gun to his temple, and Tony sighs.

"Well this has been a very annoying end to my otherwise good evening. So I'll let you take it from here Cap."

His arm shoots up, the gun shooting the ceiling instead, then slams his head backwards and a nice elbow to the guy's gut for good measure. Side stepping as the Team takes over. He makes his way back through the bank, through the hole, and towards the counter.

"Any chance I can get a coffee. I'll give you both like 200 dollars right now, in addition to the $5.18." Tony rubs at his temples, eyes closed so the world won't spin. He's mostly irritated at this point, interrupting his good afternoon for this shit.

"I think perhaps, you should get checked over instead." That smooth voice pipes up.

Tony looks over to find him being tended to by a paramedic, two beautifully scary women behind them.

"I'll get right on that. After coffee. You guys want anything? My treat."

"I'll get your usual Mr. Stark." One of the employees says, getting an okay from the para.

"You are an Angel." He slaps $420 on the counter right as the Avengers walk through the hole.

"Tony! You've just been a hostage, can you stay in one place for 2 seconds?" Bruce complains.

"I am literally right next door, Brucey bear."

"The last thing you need is Coffee Stark." Cap says sternly.

"If one more person suggests that, there will be a murder today." Tony grumbles darkly, leveling a glare on Rogers that actually has the man taking a step back.

The look falls away as the wonderful Angel hands him his coffee,

"You ever need a job, you find me you hear?" Tony says seriously.

The girl blinks in surprise before smiling,

"Thank you Mr. Stark. I don't know what we would have done if you weren't here today."

"You would have been fine, this is my favorite coffee shop, I'd have been here in 2 seconds tops."

His hands shake as he tries to bring the cup to his lips, his vision going blurry as a wave of nausea hits him. He's gone too long without the bean water of life it seems, as the next thing he knows Bruce is cradling his head and he's definitely not standing anymore.

"I'm donating Dum-e. This could have been avoided." Tony grumbles, glaring through squinted eyes at the ceiling.

"How long have you been awake Tony?" Bruce asks with a resigned tone.

"Your pants are finished. And the arrows. And the widow bites. And the helicarrier updates. And SI crap. And the tupperware for Point Break. And the whole list is green, I need to water the plants… and that pretty guy got shot and I made sure he didn't bleed out. But I owe him a hoodie. A purple one. With a cat pouch." He's staring at the back of his eyelids for some reason, forcing them open again to see Bruce's face looking concerned with a touch of guilt now.

"Your pants are gonna be great I promise…" he trails off again, eyelids trying to close against his will.

"I know they will Tony."

"I'll get the other stuff done too. I just need a minute." Tony continues, eyes drifting towards Cap, "just a minute promise. Then I'll get the stuff done. And be ready, promise… just a minute."

"It's okay Tony. You get some rest, that stuff can wait."

"Just a minute."

"Close your eyes, kotenok, we got you now.'

"'Ust a minu'..."

[saintobio]

QJXHWHDJW, THIS CHAPTER IS MY TOP 1. ITS DIVING DEEP INTO ANGST AREA, SAINT. I HAVE NO WORDS AND CAN ONLY COMPLIMENT YOU.

But still, I am silently hoping for a little sovieshu arc for dadjo towards momjo. Yet, it is impossible because you did say that dadjo doesn't harbor any feelings for momjo anymore.

And Yuuta, my sweet little boy! He's so brave and I applaud him for that. I may be a med student but I can switch to law just for him, lol. (helpsjdjs, I am still undecided for my course. But anything for Canon! and SN! Yuuta)

Okay, now I am scared that we're entering divorce arc. And my friend (who is not a JJK Fan 💀 but still reads along this fic with me) is rooting for divorce arc between Y/N and Gojo. She said that it is because they need to heal in order to love each other.

Damaged people damage people.

Did I say that right? But yeah, that's what she thinks of their relationship all-in-all. Anyways! A few questions and thoughts though:

Since you did say that Eula was a known homewrecker in their industry, did Yuuta ever got bullied in school for being the child of a well-known homewrecker? I thought of this because his friendship circle looks handpicked.

Were there any small sibling moments between Yuuta and Satoru before their conciliation? Or was he just straight up rude and harsh towards him?

I actually see Gen as a mix of Han Ji-Min and Eugene (Penthouse), she's such a girlboss, I was wondering if she can adopt me as a stepdaughter? Ma'am could step on me any day. 💀

I think that's all the questions in my mind, you don't have to answer all! 😰

Please keep safe and take care of yourself. Thank you for going to such extremes in order to deliver a great chapter for us. I wish I could help but I am only starting my College Years. 🥲

Hope my English is good? Kind of tired while writing this, lmao. Despite all of that, thank you very much for everything Queen. Get your well deserved rest and read up on your fave manhwa's. 🥰

1. i think you weren’t here yet when i answered it before. yes, yuuta got bullied in school bc his mom’s a gold digger and he’s a “freeloader”. he has a small circle of friends due to this.

2. they did, when they used to play tennis on the weekends. gojo was often dismissive of him and the only time he ever acknowledged yuuta without hostility was when they got paired to play tennis haha (dadjo is watching so mf had to act nice)

3. aaah i haven’t watched penthouse but i’ll look it up :]

thank u for taking the time to write this and i’m happy to know that you’re enjoying sn <33 i always see your comments/messages and they make me happy :) good luck w college !!

[ratsoh-writes]

The Basics:

Height: 5"8

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Soul Trait: Kindness

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Personality Type: Introvert

Love Languages: (Giving) Gifts. (Recieving) Words of Affirmation (and/or) Quality Time

Enjoys:

I like reading, video games, watching animated movies, and every once in awhile I'll doodle. I adore animals of all types, so I need someone who is willing to at least tolerate pets. (Bonus if they enjoy them as much as me). This extends to the typical cats/dogs, to "exotic" animals like reptiles.

Dislikes:

The horror genre... just in general. (So no scary movies for me). And spiders...

And... I guess it's not a dislike, but I'm also a picky eater. The thought of trying something, not liking it, and wasting it is frustrating to me. So I don't bother getting something new when I could just stick with something I already know I like. (Complex tastes/textures gross me out in a way).

I'm also child-free. Kids just aren't something I want in life.

Personality:

I've got some social anxiety, so I'm easily flustered and have difficulty speaking to strangers. But once I know you I can be talkative... especially if you have the same interests as me, (it can just take awhile to get there). But even if I haven't known you for very long, if I consider you to be a friend of mine, I genuinely care about you. If I know that there is something that lights up your world, I will ask questions about it and just listen, because it makes you happy. If you tell me you like something, I will write it down so I remember it later. I'm always willing to help out a friend if they ask me, and I'm loyal to a fault. Probably to sensitive/emotional for my own good, and I internalize things. To deal with this I just kinda... breath sarcasm. At least half of the stuff that I do will probably be said or done in an overly sarcastic way. You'll also catch me talking to myself a lot. No reason why. I guess it helps me sort out my thoughts... either that or I'm daydreaming and talking/acting it out.

Pet-Peeves:

People who don't take care of there things. Like, if you ask to borrow something, I expect you to return it in the same condition. But why wouldn't you do the same thing with your own stuff? Don't you want it to last?

People who shoot down others for enjoying something. It doesn't matter if I'm interested in the thing personally or not, if it makes someone happy I will listen to them talk about it. So it bugs me to see people tear someone else down when they just want to enjoy something.

I already struggle with talking to people normally, so don't cut me off or talk over me. It's frustrating and just makes me not want to talk to anyone.

People who ask for my opinion on something, and then blatantly ignore it. Why did you ask if you didn't want to know?

I don't mind messy people, but I prefer to keep my personal space clean and organized... so just repect that please. Don't go mess it up for no reason.

I just want someone I can be best friends with. But like... we can cuddle as a bonus. Someone I can hang out and have fun with. We both enjoy each other's company... and are romantic on the side.

I think that's it? Idk, have fun! Thanks in advance!!!

Ok so after a bit of thinking… I’m Matching you with…

Mutt!! (Fellswap papyrus)

Mutt is an interesting character because no one really knows what attracts him to people. It could be anything from an interesting past, a shared hobby, or even a nice perky pair of… eyes of course lol. For you, he first noticed you from your love for animals.

Mutts hobby is rescuing and rehabilitating wild animals. Between the two of you, the house is full of pets and freeloaders alike lol. He’s very sweet and caring to any of your personal pets and quickly wins them over

Mutt is a horrible flirt, so I’m sorry but you’re gonna be flustered a lot in this relationship. It suits him just fine though. He throughly enjoys your reactions he easily fulfills your desire for words of affirmation. Mutt is a smooth talker and free with his compliments

One hobby you two mesh well in is your reading and his writing. Mutt is an author and already published a few books. It’d mean a lot to him if you were a fan of them

[merakiui]

watch yan!childe's children adopting all the other harbingers (add the tsaritsa too for the lols www) as a parent and then look at childe like: "who ?_?" childe is sad and annoyed which should be scary but these scenarios are just too fun LMAO

They hear the names Scaramouche, Signora, Dottore, or the Tsaritsa and practically jump for joy. They hear the name Childe and practically ignore him. Who is this weird man who always bothers their mom? Why he is always freeloading in their house? That’s rude.

Childe’s heart aches because his children don’t even see him as a father or someone they should love. It really stings. And the fact that they like the other Harbingers more than him? He hates it.

[husbandohunter]

Oh archons it’s been so long Kazuha distracted me with his pretty ult and killer jumps LITERALLY!!! A dose of nonsense thoughts coming to you: First off, do pineapple exist in Teyvat? Nonetheless Childe looks like he would like pineapples specifically pineapple pizzas.

Speaking of, more characters got isekai to modern world ideas, Diluc accompanying you to Subway or 7/11 or just going on a nightly stroll around the city just because.

Zhongli stealing your history books and being more knowledgeable than you on the subject after just reading for a DAY.

Albedo literally turning into your tutor.

Those two could also become your assistant even tho your just an average office worker.

Xiao pulling an Edward Cullen cause he has no ability to sleep. Jokes on him if reader also has no ability to sleep (college or a workaholic)

Kaeya a freeloader. But hey he does chores and goes on grocery shopping when supplies are low.

Childe another freeloader but he picks fights on the gym. He does chores and pull on the breakfast in bed card as an apology for every trouble he cause.

I hope this makes sense, I’m on mobile again so 😬

-Birdie

MY WINDY POET HUBBY IS SO FUN THE PLAY WITH SOHDOHSAODH not only that the fact you can use his E skill midair gliding makes him SS tier for exploration too (I'm rushing to get all his mats before the Island closes down in two weeks spare me Mihoyo 😩)

Childe is the type of man who would like things I hate (yes I hate pineapples) as well as liking the things you hate just to piss you off probably. Everybody be looking at him weird, bet he also likes mixing different soda flavours in one cup for the fun of it.

BOI If Diluc were to accompany me to the Subway I won't mind the traffic Teehee ^3^ His prescence would feel really safe and a mellow type of warmness. Since late night strolls in cities tend to be the most dangerous he surely would be the one who offers in accompanying haha.

Zhongli AND Albedo. Bruh if they met I don't think either of them would stop talking. And yes please sandwich tutor 🥰 Zhongli got that voice and Albedo got that voice (I love both of their voices honestly), they're both strict and picky but their praises just has my whole heart uwu Whats with this double duo? Childe+Kaeya living in the same room as you? That's asking for chaos. I think they'll be the type to be video-gaming all night in your house laughing at max volume while you try to finish your work (just imagine having two older brothers and you're the youngest). The only mature one is you and you're taking care of two teenagers before they get in trouble with the police or something.

Edit: I forgot Xiao😭😭 okay okay lemme make up or this. I think the reason why I missed him because as you said, he's an Edward Cullen dark type of guy who hides in the shadows ahaha. Though, he's similar to Diluc in terms of how he wants to approach you. Just the fact he tags around you when you don't realize it which you always tell him to notify beforehand since it ends up being a jumpscare.

I'm on laptop but I'm prompted to type more LOL don't wanna go too far otherwise imma turn it into a fic and force myself to finish it in the next 5k word :') DOOM ah well maybe in the future. For now let us indulge ourselves in Brother's Conflict Genshin Parody while we can.