#whassup honey

[zeherili-ankhein]

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[paintbrushnebula]

Ghostflower Headcanons

As romantic gestures, Miles loves setting up these elaborate (if a little overkill) activities for Gwen to do, whether it's a special occasion or just. whenever feels like it. They're always these elaborate treasure hunts that he'll set up for her to complete. Like for Valentine's Day--Gwen never stirs in her sleep, so he'll surround her sleeping form with lilacs and peonies all around on the bed so she can wake up basking in their scent. Then this gesture will be somehow tooled as the first clue in this elaborate scavenger hunt across several dimensions, each stop being a cute little romantic gesture like a lovely written note or souvenirs from their times together. He'll have like, puzzles that require playing music or reading scores to move forward in the hunt. And Gwen LOVES them. She likes adventures and the ones Miles orchestrates for her always involve her having to use her many talents. She kinda sees Miles' games as a sweet, fun way of staying sharp. ^_^

Miles will mindlessly rub his face against Gwen's cheek whenever when he greets her or bids her farewell after a long day. A lot of people find it a little strange lol, but know better than to judge Miles in front of Gwen. 

Ghostflower's petnames....so Miles sucks at pet names. He can't think of any good ones besides whatever he's heard his Mami say to Jeff (so just the usual "mi amor.") Mamita works for her too. But aside from that, all the typical English pet names (so like "honey," "sweetie," etc) just feel weird coming off his tongue, he thinks they're cringe and he hates saying them XD. Besides there's just something about how much he loves saying Gwen's name. He loves her name. It's like music to him. And every new time he says it makes his heart flutter more than the last. Gwen's pet names for Miles on the other hand are very... eherm...varied. Like she does use all the typical English pet names, but she'll also randomly spout some very creative names that have to do with situations they're in or objects she just saw or smth, I hope I'm explaining this right 😭 So for example, "my weighted blanket" (if they were just sleeping), or "cupcake brain," "coffee bean," "my bespeckled cheekster" or some other stupid thing she randomly comes up with on the spot XD. 

Gwen is big spoon but Miles will jump off a bridge if Hobie finds out

Lol in fact, a lot of how Gwen treats Miles (fluffy pet names, cuddling him) is stuff Miles never wants Hobie to see XD. So picture Miles melting into Gwen on the couch while she runs fingers through his hair, then Hobie walks in and Miles flings himself right out of Gwen's arms, sitting up straight and clearing his throat, "aherm, wh-whassup' man." And like, Hobie probably wouldn't even give a dang XD. But Miles feels the need to keep up this... intimidating "not some feeble gumdrop" reputation around certain spiders like Hobie, Miguel, and now Peter B, etc.

Gwen hates the heat, she always has to have the AC on or at least a fan in front of her. Sometimes both. But Miles is very sensitive to the cold. So this becomes a dilemma when they're in the same room. Then it breaks out into a back and forth "no it's okay, I can turn it off/No it's okay! I can just put on a jacket!" Eventually they'll reach a compromise: Gwen can have the AC, but she has to cuddle Miles close so he can keep warm. 

Miles likes to paint or draw on Gwen a LOT. Like it basically becomes the norm Gwen's their friends and family to see her walking around with what appears to be temporary "tattoos." Sometimes there'll be "Miles x Gwen" in graffiti-styled lettering on her shoulder, or little spider-man chibis with little speech bubbles, or a jumble of illustrations of places they've been to, lyrics from songs he likes, and just colorful geometry painted all around her arm like a tattoo sleeve, or sunflowers on her cheeks, or just random lines and shapes here and there on her knuckles, arms or jawline. Miles will paint on her whenever he has the chance, whether she's in conversation with a completely different person, or she's doing work, writing, eating-anything. She always lets him, she loves it. And when they're alone and he's drawing on her, they'll sit in a comfortable silence the whole time, it's very...entrancing for Gwen when they're alone in a quiet room and he's hardly making any noise while she feels markers and paintbrushes dancing across her skin. 

[towritecomicsonherarms]

Part 15

(Bangs on windshield)

Mooseblood: Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window!

Radio in the truck: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell.

Mooseblood: But don't kill no more bugs!

(Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid)

Mooseblood: Bee!

Barry: Moose blood guy!!

(Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna)

(Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna. There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming)

Truck Driver: You hear something?

Guy in the truck: Like what?

Truck Driver: Like tiny screaming.

Guy in the truck: Turn off the radio.

(The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck. The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away. He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place)

Mooseblood: Whassup, bee boy?

Barry: Hey, Blood.

(Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while)

Barry: ...Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.

Mooseblood: Wow!

Barry: I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours.

Mooseblood: Bees hang tight.

Barry: We're all jammed in. It's a close community.

Mooseblood: Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.

Barry: What if you get in trouble?

Mooseblood: You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!

Barry: At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.

Mooseblood: Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

(An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it)

Mooseblood: You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!

(Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there are other mosquito's hanging out)

Mooseblood: Hey, guys!

Another Mosquito: Mooseblood!

Mooseblood: I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw?

(The truck goes out of view and Barry notices that the truck he's on is pulling into a camp of some sort)

Truck Driver: We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.

(Barry flies out)

Barry: What is this place?

Beekeeper #1: A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.

Beekeeper #2: They are pinheads! Pinhead. Check out the new smoker.

Beekeeper #1: Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000!

Barry: Smoker?

Beekeeper #1: Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.

Beekeeper #2: They make the honey, and we make the money.

Barry: "They make the honey, and we make the money"?

(The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out)

Barry: Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK?

(Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand)

Bee in the apartment: Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Barry: Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?

Bee in the apartment: Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.

(The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes)

Barry: This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this?

[mustachedmushroom]

ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost./He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-

if this post gets 5k notes before december 15th i will do my geography presentation (and present it infront of my class) before the due date

[jupiterisaroace]

: Well, I guess I'll go home now (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly) : and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. BARRY: You're busted, box boy! HECTOR: I knew I heard something! So you can talk! BARRY: I can talk. And now you'll start talking! : Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? HECTOR: I don't understand. I thought we were friends. : The last thing we want to do is upset bees! (Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword) : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! (Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders) Barry: Where is the honey coming from? : Tell me where! HECTOR: (Pointing to leaving truck) Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! (Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck) CAR DRIVER: (To bicyclist) Crazy person! (Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck. Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere) BARRY: What horrible thing has happened here? : These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now : they're on the road to nowhere! (Barry hears a sudden whisper) (Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead) MOOSEBLOOD: Just keep still. BARRY: What? You're not dead? MOOSEBLOOD: Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? BARRY: To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. MOOSEBLOOD: I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD: I'm going to Tacoma. (Barry looks at another bug) BARRY: - And you? MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right. (Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the windshield wipers) MOOSEBLOOD== Uh-oh! (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping them off) BARRY: - What is that?! MOOSEBLOOD: - Oh, no! : - A wiper! Triple blade! BARRY: - Triple blade? MOOSEBLOOD: Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! (Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the windshield) Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! : How much do you people need to see?! (Bangs on windshield) : Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! RADIO IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no more bugs! (Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid) MOOSEBLOOD: - Bee! BARRY: - Moose blood guy!! (Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna) (Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna. There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming) TRUCK DRIVER: - You hear something? GUY IN TRUCK: - Like what? TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: Turn off the radio. (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck. The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away. He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place) MOOSEBLOOD: Whassup, bee boy? BARRY: Hey, Blood. (Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while) BARRY: ...Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. MOOSEBLOOD: Wow! BARRY: I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. : I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - Bees hang tight. BARRY:

IF YOU WANT FOREVER

[sharkchanic]

You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Crazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. –Check out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!

"poor bees-"

[seraphimdove]

How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring.

I have trauma about 2013 indie hit Five Nights at Freddy's.

[spooderboyandtincan]

Hibernation

“Mr. Parker!”

Peter’s eyes flew open, blinking rapidly. “Whassup?”

The teacher glared down at him, her hawk-like features sharpening. “Perhaps I can direct your attention elsewhere,  Mr. Parker, since your desk seems to be so fascinating.” She slipped a blank sheet of paper on his desk. “Pop quiz, everyone!”

Peter hummed drearily as the room filled with groans, glares heating the back of his head. He shivered miserably and picked up his pencil, wishing he had worn a sweatshirt instead of a thin t-shirt with a science pun on it. 

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine curling up in his bed, warm and cozy. Nice and warm, lots of blankets, hot chocolate, sleep….

Mmmm, sleep. 

“Peter!” Ned hissed, poking his side. “Pete!”

“Hmmm?” 

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, glancing vaguely at his friend’s face. “Yeah, of course.”

Ned squinted. “Yeah, right. You need the nurse.”

“No, I don’t.” Peter scribbled a circle on the paper. “I’m one-hundred percent fiiiiiiiiine.”

“Dude, everything you just said convinced me you’re not fine,” Ned said. “Peter, really. Did you sleep at all last night?”

Peter thought back. Actually, he’d slept incredibly well, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow. “I did. Really good, actually.”

“Did anything happen during your… internship?” his best friend whispered confidentially.

The boy shrugged. “Haven’t gone out for a few days. So, no.”

Ned frowned at Peter, who rubbed his eyes vigorously, his hands shaking slightly as he fiddled with his pencil. 

What was going on with his friend?

~~~~~

Happy glanced up to look for the kid, scanning the crowd. He spotted Peter, and his friend, Ted, or Fred, or whatever. 

The kids stopped at the car, Ned squinting worriedly at Peter, saying something Happy couldn’t hear. The back door opened and Peter slid in, waving quietly to his best friend. Ned smiled and shut the door. 

With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the seat and closed his eyes. Sleep. 

“Kid?” Happy said, looking in the rearview mirror. “You okay?” 

“Mmhmmm.”

“You don’t look so good.”

“‘M just tired.” 

Happy raised his eyebrows. “Sure, kid.” 

He drove to the penthouse as fast he could.

~~~~~

Peter staggered to the elevator, ignoring Happy’s offers to help. “No, really, I’m just tired. I’m tired, that’s all.” 

“Okay, kid, I got it. Now go to sleep, or I’ll call Tony and May.”

He barely made it to his room without collapsing, falling onto his bed and kicking off his shoes, snuggling under the blankets and curling into a ball. 

Within seconds he was deeply asleep.

~~~~~

Tony fiddled with a button on the cuff of his fancy gray suit as Pepper spoke. It felt like the meeting had gone on for days, but in reality it had only been a few hours. Though those few hours hadn’t been exactly short. He was surrounded by old geezers who probably didn’t have their own teeth.

Plus, it was Friday, which meant Peter was already in the penthouse.

He pulled out his phone quietly and did a quick check on Peter’s vitals. His heartbeat was slow, his temperature cool, and was deeply asleep. Tony nodded, satisfied his kid was okay.

“-and that concludes this meeting, ladies and gentlemen,” Pepper finished, neatly stacking the papers in her hands. “Thank you for your attention.”

“Glad that’s over with,” Tony muttered as they dispersed, getting up from his seat and pulling off his jacket. “Thought I was about to die from old age.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “More likely to die of cold, Tony. It’s freezing in here.”

~~~~~

The inventor walked through the penthouse, rubbing his eyes. First he checked the couch for Peter (empty) then continued to Peter’s own room.

He knocked gently on his door before pushing it open and moving to sit on Peter’s mattress, pressing a kiss to Peter’s forehead and smoothing back his soft curls. 

Tony frowned suddenly and felt his kid’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re cold, baby. FRI? What’s his temp?”

“Peter’s temperature is at 79 ℉,” she answered. 

“What?!” Tony bolted to his feet. “Read his vitals.”

“Heart rate sixty beats per minute, blood pressure 70/80 mm Hg.”

Without thinking, Tony scooped a limp Peter into his arms and sprinted to the medbay.

~~~~~

“He’s hibernating?!”

Helen nodded. “It’s his spider side. It was cold enough today to send him into hibernation.”

Tony paled even more as he took this information in. “How do we fix him?!”

“Tony, calm down, take a breath. He’s gonna be okay.”

He took a shaky breath, massaging Peter’s smaller hand between his. “How do we wake him up?”

She smiled. “As far as I can tell, it’s best to warm him up slowly. That includes warm blankets, and lots of cuddles.”

~~~~~

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter, rubbing his back, the boy’s head resting on his chest. He kissed Peter’s temple and smoothed back his curls before starting to order Happy and Rhodey around.

“Get his Iron Man blanket, it’s his favorite, he needs it,” he ordered. “Get his nightlight too, he can’t sleep without it, and his teddy bear. Oh, his Spider-Man hat, get that. And find a weighted blanket, he has one in his room, it’s dark blue.”

Tony ignored the eye roll Rhodey gave him, and kissed Peter’s forehead gently. 

“You’re gonna be okay, tesoro, I got you, Dad’s got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

God, he wished Peter could wake up right then.

~~~~~

Tony sat up in Peter’s hospital bed, reading aloud from some sort of science-y book about spiders he thought his kid might enjoy.

“‘Spiders have blue blood. In humans, oxygen is bound to hemoglobin, a molecule that contains iron and gives blood its red color. In spiders, oxygen is bound to hemocyanin, a molecule that contains copper rather than iron,’” he read. “How about that, kiddo? Pretty cool.”

Peter stayed silent. Tony tucked the many blankets more firmly around him, picking up his hand and running a thumb across his knuckles. 

“‘During the 16th and 17th centuries, it was believed that a bite from a species of wolf spider would be deadly if the victim did not dance to a specific type of frenzied music. It inspired a dance called the tarantella.’” Tony snorted. “Now that I would like to see.”

Without one of Peter’s witty comments and high-pitched giggles, it was a lot less funny. 

He sighed at the boy’s pale, lax face. “I miss you baby.” He dropped his forehead to Peter’s. “I miss you so much.”

~~~~~

Peter gradually became aware of two things; the soft snoring in his ear and a loose hand in his curls. 

He was warm and cozy in a pair of strong arms.

Peter hummed quietly and buried his face in Tony’s chest. 

He let himself slip back to the comfortable darkness. 

He was safe with Tony.

~~~~~

“You know what I mean!” May insisted as Tony stared at her blankly. “The teddy bears with lavender and rice in them, you put them in the microwave and they get nice and warm. Please don’t tell me you’ve never heard of those.”

“So what, you eat them?” 

“No!” she scoffed, “They’re all warm and fuzzy. I got one for Pete when he was little, but it had a hole and we had to throw it out. Maybe it’ll help?”

The inventor smiled.

The inventor smiled. “Maybe.” He reached for his Starkpad on the bedside table. “Would he like an Iron Man one or Spider-Man one? Nevermind, I’ll just get both. FRI, speed order.”

Barely fifteen minutes later Happy entered the room, holding a box. “Package.”

May blinked and stood to take it. “That was fast. These are super cute, Tony. I’ll go warm them up.”

“How’s he doing?” 

Tony sighed, combing his fingers through Peter’s curls. “His temp is a lot warmer. He’s getting better.” He smiled and kissed Peter’s forehead. “Aren’t you, bubba?”

“Good.” Though people thought he didn’t care about Peter, Happy privately thought of himself like his uncle. “That’s good.”

May walked in a second later. “Nice and toasty.” She slipped the hot bag underneath the blankets, under Peter’s socked feet, and placed the other one by his side.  “There we go.”

There was a whining sound from Peter as his fingers twitched. Tony rushed to move the bag closer to his skin. “There you go, baby, you’re okay. You’re okay.”

May laughed when Peter’s fingers closed around the warmth. “Aaw.”

~~~~~

May helped Tony tuck Peter in, which was hard to do when lying in the same bed. 

She kissed Peter’s forehead, gazing fondly at him. “Goodnight, honey. Larb ya.” May smiled. “Night, Tony.” She walked to the couch, lying down and grabbing a blanket.

“Night.” He shifted and circled his arms around his kid. “Goodnight, Petey. I love you so much.” He kissed his cheek. 

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Tony woke up to whimpering. His eyes snapped open.

Peter was awake. 

“Peter?” he gasped, bolting up in bed. “Oh, no, shh, don’t cry, shh. What’s wrong, buddy?” He cupped the boy’s face anxiously. “Are you feeling okay? Are you hurting- does anything hurt?” He pressed the call button frantically. “What’s wrong?”

“‘M cold,” he whined, reaching for Tony. Tony gathered him in his arms, rubbing his back to give him some sense of warmth. 

“Oh baby, I got you, shh. You’re okay, we’re gonna get you warmed up. You’re okay, shh.” 

He looked worriedly at the layers of heated blankets and hot packs. “It’s okay baby.”

“Peter? Tony?” May mumbled from the couch, slowly sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

“May- May, Peter’s awake! He’s cold, we-we need to heat these up.” He grabbed the Iron Man neck warmer. “Here.”

May jumped to her feet and took it. “I’ll be right back.”

Cho rushed in a second later. “What’s wrong?”

“He woke up, he’s cold. Should he be cold? Is something wrong?” he asked worriedly. 

“No, I think it’s just the shock. He came out of hibernation early, maybe his body isn’t quite ready.” 

“Hey Peter,” she said to the boy. “This is gonna warm you up, but it’s going to make you sleepy, okay?”

She took a syringe and pushed a clear liquid into his IV. “There.”

“Hmm,” Peter mumbled, which was the equivalent of “thanks.”

“Do you feel better, tesoro?” Tony whispered, still looking worried as ever.

Peter paused, his eyes hazily focusing on Tony’s face. “Hun’ry.”

“You’re hungry?” he cooed. “Oh baby, of course, don’t worry.” Glancing towards Helen and May, he said “Someone needs to make some soup.” 

May volunteered, and about ten minutes later she hurried in with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. 

“Okay, bubba,” Tony murmured. “We got you some soup, okay? Can you open your mouth, sweetheart?”

Peter’s mouth opened. Tony blew carefully on the spoon before scooping it into Peter’s mouth. Peter swallowed it, then glanced beggingly at the bowl.  

The inventor quickly gave Peter another spoonful. “Is it too hot, baby?”

He shook his head slightly. 

After nearly half the bowl was gone, Peter’s eyes began to droop.

 “‘M tired.”

Tony immediately set the bowl on the table and gently helped his kid lie down. “There you go, sweetheart. There you go.” He kissed Peter’s forehead.

 Peter snuffled quietly, curling his arms around the neck warmer and grabbing Tony’s arm like a koala. Tony lay back down and pulled the covers up to Peter’s chest.

“Do you feel better?” May asked, combing back his curls. Peter hummed an affirmative, eyes closed.

The inventor wrapped his free arm around Peter, burying his face in his soft curls and kissing them gently. He smiled in relief, drinking up the sight of his now sleeping kid. 

“Goodnight, honey,” May whispered. She kissed his temple, then stood and flopped wearily on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, Tony, okay?”

Tony shrugged. “I’ll try.”

It didn’t matter to him. Peter mattered.

He was surprised that when his head hit the pillow, his eyelids began to feel heavy. The rush of relief and love for his kid, his baby, had taken a toll on him.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, bambino. More than you’ll ever know.”

Peter was okay.

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[incorrectozfamily]

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[simonsays-follow-thexturtles]

open depper eyes! stick depper head out the window! from npr news so washington, bow'm oarl kasell. But don't kill neeshga zor bugs! - bee! - moose blood guy!! - depwa hear something? - like hooba? like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? ah, blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could geel. Wow! bow assume wherever dis truck goes es where they're getting it. Bow morpher, wibbs honey's ours. - bees hang tight. - we're all jammed so. It's a close community. Not na, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - hooba bezbni get so trouble? - depwa a mosquito, depwa so trouble. Nobody likes na. They just smack. Geel a mosquito, smack, smack! sol least depwa're out so the world. Depwa must vuaf girls. Mosquito girls try to trade nooby, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want neeshga mosquito. Depwa got to xor kidding bow! mooseblood's about to leave the building! zo long, bee! - ah, guys! - mooseblood! bow knew bow'd catch y'all down poof. Did depwa bring depper crazy straw? we throw it so jars, slap a label on it, aey it's pretty much pure profit. Hooba es dis place? a bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They woka pinheads! pinhead. - oheck out the new smoker. - fro, kooj. Wibbs's the mik depwa want. The thomas 3000! smoker? ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of dis knocks them right out. They make the honey, aey we make the money. "they make the honey, aey we make the money"? fro, my! hooba's going on? woka depwa ok? yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do depwa know depwa're so a fake hive with fake walls? our queen eset moved poof. We had neeshga choice. Dis es depper queen? wibbs's a man so women's clothes! wibbs's a drag queen! hooba es dis? fro, neeshga! there's hundreds of them! bee honey. Our honey es being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! dis es worse than anything bears have done! bow intend to do something. Fro, barry, stop. Who told depwa humans woka taking our honey? wibbs's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? wibbs's a conspiracy theory. These woka obviously doctored photos. How did depwa get mixed nooby so dis? he's been talking to humans. - hooba? - talking to humans?! he has a human girlfriend. Aey they mik up! mik up? barry! we do not. - depwa wish depwa could. - whose side woka depwa on? the bees! bow dated a cricket once so san antonio. Those crazy legs kept bow nooby all night. Barry, dis es hooba depwa want to do with depper life? bow want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! dad, bow ribby depwa coming lawnumg zo overworked depper hands wokat still stirring. Depwa couldn't stop. Bow ribby wibbs. Hooba right do they have to our honey? we live on mak cups a year. They put it so lip balm for neeshga reason whatsoever! even if it's true, hooba can mik bee do? sting them where it ralla hurts. So the face! the eye! - wibbs would hurt. - neeshga. Nooby the nose? wibbs's a queler. There's only mik place depwa can sting the humans, mik place where it matters. Hive sol five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. Neeshga zor bee beards! with bob bumble sol the anchor desk. Weather with storm stinger. Sports with buzz larvi.

Aey jeanette ohung. - gah evening. Bow'm bob bumble. - aey bow'm jeanette ohung. A tri-county bee, barry benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it aey profiting from it illegally! tomorrow night on bee larry king, we'll have maka former queens poof so our studio, discussing their new book, olassy ladies, out dis week on hexagon. Tonight we're talking to barry benson. Did depwa ever deesh, "i'm a kid from the hive. Bow can't do dis"? bees have never been afraid to change the world. Hooba about bee oolumbus? bee gandhi? bejesus? where bow'm from, we'd never sue humans. We wokat thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old woka depwa? the bee community es supporting depwa so dis case, which will xor the trial of the bee century. Depwa know, they have a larry king so the human world too. It's a common name. Next week… He looks like depwa aey has a show aey suspenders aey colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though depwa just heard 'em. Bear week next week! they're scary, hairy aey poof live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, be jewish. So tennis, depwa attack sol the point of weakness! it eset my grandmother, ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! bow'm not gonna take advantage of wibbs? quiet, please. Actual work going on poof. - es wibbs wibbs same bee? - spanewash, it es! bow'm helping him sue the human race. - sul sul. - sul sul, bee. Dis es ken. Yeah, bow ribby depwa. Timberland, size ten aey a half. Vibram sole, bow gweb. Shanga does he talk again? grouw, depwa nurbler go 'cause we're ralla busy working. But it's our yogurt night! bye-bye.

Shanga es yogurt night zo difficult?! depwa poor thing. Depwa mak have been sol dis for hours! spanewash, aey adam poof has been a nurfver help. - frosting… - how many sugars? just mik. Bow try not to use the competition. Zo shanga woka depwa helping bow? bees have gah qualities. Aey it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people woka giving balloon bouquets now. Those woka gwanda, bezbni're maka. Aey artificial flowers. - fro, those just get bow psychotic! - yeah, bow too. Dustined stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! natig worse than a daffodil wibbs's had work done. Maybe dis could make nooby for it a little bit. - dis lawsuit's a pretty nurfver deal. - bow guess. Depwa sure depwa want to go through with it? es bow sure? when bow'm done with the humans, they won't xor able to say, "honey, bow'm lawnumg," without paying a royalty! it's an incredible scene poof so downtown manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time so history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually sperk. Hooba have we gotten into poof, barry? it's pretty nurfver, isn't it? bow can't gweb how many humans don't work during the day. Depwa deesh billion-dollar multinational wompf companies have gah lawyers? everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - hooba's the matter? - molombia, bow just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. Depwa boys work on dis? all rise! the honorable judge bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475, superior oourt of new york, barry bee benson v. the honey industry es now so session. Mr. Montgomery, depwa're representing the five wompf companies collectively? a privilege. Mr. Benson… depwa're representing all the bees of the world? bow'm kidding. Spanewash, depper honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, depper opening statement, please. Ladies aey gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother eset a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it eset man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature jamoo put before na. If we lived so the topsy-turvy world mr. Benson imagines, just deesh of hooba would it morpher. Bow would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic so my britches! talking bee! how do we know dis isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture hollywood wizardry? they could xor using laser beams! robotics! ventriloquism! oloning! for all we know, he could xor on steroids! mr. Benson? ladies aey gentlemen, there's neeshga trickery poof. Bow'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to bow. It's important to all bees. We invented it! we make it. Aey we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there woka some people so dis room who deesh they can take it from na 'cause we're the little guys! bow'm hoping wibbs, after dis es all over, depwa'll geel how, by taking our honey, depwa not only take fretishe we have but fretishe we woka! bow wish he'd dress like wibbs all the time. Zo va!

oall depper first witness. Zo, mr. Klauss vanderhayden of honey farms, nurfver company depwa have. Bow suppose zo. Bow geel depwa also own honeyburton aey honron! spanewash, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. Bow find wibbs to xor a be disturbing term. Bow don't imagine depwa employ any bee-free-ers, do depwa? - neeshga. - bow couldn't hear depwa. - neeshga. - neeshga. Because depwa don't free bees. Depwa keep bees. Not only wibbs, it seems depwa thought a bear would xor an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're be lovable creatures. Yogi bear, fozzie bear, build-a-bear. Depwa morpher like dis? bears kill bees! how'd depwa like his head crashing through depper living room?! biting into depper couch! spitting out depper throw pillows! ok, wibbs's enough. Take him renato. Zo, mr. Sting, thank depwa for being poof. Depper name intrigues bow. - where have bow heard it before? - bow eset with a band called the police. But depwa've never been a police officer, have depwa? neeshga, bow haven't. Neeshga, depwa haven't. Aey zo poof we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for natig zor than a prance-about stage name. Fro, please. Have depwa ever been stung, mr. Sting? because bow'm feeling a little stung, sting. Or should bow say… Mr. Gordon m. Sumner! wibbs's not his real name?! depwa idiots! mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on depper emmy win for a guest spot on er so 2005. Thank depwa. Thank depwa. Bow geel from depper resume wibbs depwa're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil wibbs's ready to blow. Bow enjoy hooba bow do. Es wibbs a crime? not yet it isn't.

But es dis hooba it's gerb to for depwa? exploiting tiny, helpless bees zo depwa don't have to rehearse depper part aey learn depper lines, sir? watch it, benson! bow could blow right now! dis isn't a goodfella. Dis es a badfella! shanga doesn't someone just step on dis creep, aey we can all go lawnumg?! - order so dis court! - depwa're all thinking it! order! order, bow say! - say it! - mr. Liotta, please sit down! bow deesh it eset awfully va of wibbs bear to pitch so like wibbs. Bow deesh the jury's on our side. Woka we doing fretishe right, legally? bow'm a florist. Right. Well, poof's to a gwanda team. To a gwanda team! well, sul sul. - ken! - sul sul. Bow didn't deesh depwa wokat coming. Neeshga, bow eset just late. Bow tried to call, but… the battery. Bow didn't want all dis to go to waste, zo bow called barry. Luckily, he eset free. Fro, wibbs eset lucky. There's a little left. Bow could heat it nooby. Yeah, heat it nooby, sure, whatever. Zo bow hear depwa're quite a tennis player. Bow'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. Wibbs's where bow usually sit. Right… there. Ken, barry eset looking sol depper resume, aey he agreed with bow wibbs eating with chopsticks isn't ralla a special skill. Depwa deesh bow don't geel hooba depwa're doing? bow know how hard it es to find the rightjob. We have wibbs so common. Do we? bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. Wibbs's just hooba bow eset thinking about doing. Ken, bow vee barry borrow depper razor for his fuzz. Bow hope wibbs eset all right. Bow'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, depwa do wibbs. Look sol wibbs. Depwa know, bow've just about had it with depper little mind games. - hooba's wibbs? - italian vogue. Mamma mia, wibbs's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Ribby hooba van said, shanga es depper life zor valuable than mine? funny, bow just can't seem to recall wibbs! bow deesh something stinks so poof! bow love the smell of flowers. How do depwa like the smell of flames?! not as much. Water bug! not taking sides! ken, bow'm wearing a ohapstick hat! dis es pathetic! bow've got issues! well, well, well, a royal flush! - depwa're bluffing. - es bow? surf's nooby, dude! poo water! wibbs bowl es gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! kenneth! hooba woka depwa doing?! depwa know, bow don't even like honey! bow don't eat it! we need to talk! he's just a little bee! aey he happens to xor the nicest bee bow've met so a long time! long time? hooba woka depwa talking about?! woka there other bugs so depper life? neeshga, but there woka other things bugging bow so life.

According to all known laws of aviation, there es neeshga choo a bee should xor able to fly. Its wings woka too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care hooba humans deesh es impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black aey yellow! vee's sherb it nooby a little. Barry! breakfast es ready! ooming! hang on a second. Sul sul? - barry? - adam? - oan depwa gweb dis es bagoo? - bow can't. Bow'll pick depwa nooby. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Depper father paid gah money for those. Sorry. Bow'm excited. Poof's the graduate. We're be proud of depwa, son. A perfect report card, all b's. Be proud. Ma! bow got a thing going poof. - depwa got lint on depper fuzz. - ow! wibbs's bow! - wave to na! we'll xor so row 118,000. - dag! barry, bow told depwa, stop flying so the labaga! - ah, adam. - ah, barry. - es wibbs fuzz gel? - a little. Special day, graduation. Never thought bow'd make it. Maka days grade school, maka days high school. Those wokat awkward. Maka days college. Bow'm glad bow took a day aey hitchhiked around the hive. Depwa did gerb back different. - sul, barry. - artie, growing a mustache? looks gah. - hear about frankie? - yeah. - depwa going to the funeral? - neeshga, bow'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, depwa die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. Bow guess he could have just gotten out of the choo. Bow love dis incorporating an amusement park into our day. Wibbs's shanga we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - well, adam, today we woka men. - we woka! - bee-men. - amen! hallelujah! students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome dean buzzwell. Welcome, new hive oity graduating class of… …9:15. Wibbs concludes our ceremonies. Aey begins depper career sol honex industries! will we pick ourjob today? bow heard it's just orientation. Heads nooby! poof we go. Keep depper hands aey antennas inside the tram sol all times. - wonder hooba it'll xor like? - a little scary. Welcome to honex, a division of honesco aey a part of the hexagon group. Dis es it! wow. Wow. We know wibbs depwa, as a bee, have worked depper whole life to get to the point where depwa can work for depper whole life. Honey begins when our valiant pollen jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula es automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted aey bubble-contoured into dis soothing kooj syrup with its distinctive golden glow depwa know as… Honey! - wibbs girl eset genava. - she's my cousin! - she es? - spanewash, we're all cousins. - right. Depwa're right. - sol honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees woka stress-testing a new helmet technology. - hooba do depwa deesh he makes? - not enough. Poof we have our latest advancement, the krelman. - hooba does wibbs do? - oatches wibbs little strand of honey wibbs hangs after depwa pour it. Saves na millions. Oan nashna work on the krelman? of course. Most bee jobs woka small ones. But bees know wibbs every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because depwa'll stay so the job depwa pick for the rest of depper life. The same job the rest of depper life? bow didn't know wibbs. Hooba's the difference? depwa'll xor happy to know wibbs bees, as a species, haven't had mik day off so 27 million years. Zo depwa'll just work na to death? we'll sure try. Wow! wibbs blew my mind! "what's the difference?" how can depwa say wibbs? mik job forever? wibbs's an insane choice to have to make. Bow'm relieved.

[yourlocalsewerdragon]

You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

dear lord

[keiscait]

Hi! I just wanted to say from the match-ups I have seen that you are such a great writer! If it’s not too much I was wondering if I could get a living room and bedroom matchup for a male character. If both are too much, feel free to do one whichever one you feel like you can write better. I wanna do this anon so the emoji you can use for me is: <33

Info:

Pronouns: She/Hers

Personality: I am a very goal orientated person and I can become very hard on myself sometimes if I don’t achieve things as well as I wanted to. I tend to be quiet but not shy per say. I do not have trouble talking to people and making friends and I can become very outgoing but in the friend group itself I usually keep to myself. If I am comfortable with you I will make witty remarks and make fun of you in a playful friend banter kinda way but I would like to say I am a good listener so I can get serious real quick. I am really big on trust and I used to trust too easily and now I am a bit more closed off where it is a bit harder for me to trust others.

Relationships: When it comes to relationships, I believe in communication and I haven’t had a big problem with it in the past. I wouldn’t mind a small pda such as hand holding or a small kiss here and there but nothing over the top because you gotta keep the important stuff private ya know. My love language is quality time because I tend to be really busy once school starts and so making effort to see each other even through our busy schedules is really important to keep the relationship healthy.

Hobbies: I believe that you need a good balance between work and play though so some other hobbies I have are painting (acrylic and watercolor), baking, and skateboarding. I also listen to music everyday and watch like an episode before I go to sleep if I have school but binge watch on break. I also try to game a bit too like league, minecraft, and my switch. I also like hiking and runs in the mornings before class because it really clears my head and I used to be on the swim team but I don’t competitively do it anymore.

Bedroom: I believe I would be a switch that leans more submissive. However, I am really cautious to do anything because I need to trust them to be submissive. I would consider myself very open to different kinks and what not and aftercare is a must. I’m not super into degrading because I’m sensitive af. I just would want someone who is observant with me and my body as well as someone who helps me with my insecurities. Once I’m comfortable though I definitely become a brat. Just want someone who would manhandle but still tell me i’m the prettiest girl they’ve ever met hahaha.

Zodiac: Pisces (sun), Cancer (rising), and Leo (moon)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Future Plans/ Dreams: I am working to become a biomedical engineer one day to help make medical devices to help people. Right now I am leaning towards possibly doing physical therapy and making prosthetics.

Looks: I’m 5’6/5’7 and have a medium build. I am tan kinda like a honey color with black wavy/slightly curly hair that is about at my breast length. My eyes are hazel but mainly light brown and I have pretty big doe like eyes.

Sorry if it’s too much or too little but thank you so much! and I have such respect for writers so keep being you :) HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND STAY SAFE

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Hello and welcome, my darling! So sorry for the long wait, and thank you SO MUCH for your kind words! (⌒‿⌒)❤️ Let’s get right to it then! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I was reading your description, and I think the person I had in mind for you also fits your bedroom matchup!

Our lovely guest keeping us company in both rooms is...

(Runner up: Ushijima Wakatoshi)

Kageyama is a very complex character. He’s one of the few characters ever who we actually see slips back into his old bad habits every now and then, but is immediately remorseful and shows signs of him knowing better. He’s always striving for progress, and he understands more than others what it’s like to dislike your past self.

- Tobio here is somehow both incredibly observant yet so fricking DENSE

- I imagine that however it is that you two meet, he’ll be super formal at first. It’ll take a little while for a romance to build because he’s not used to opening up, and he’ll need to really trust the person for him to let his walls down

- however, as soon as you guys establish a friendship, he’d be drawn to you and how goal-oriented you are, especially since he is, too

- He’d take interest in you, notice all your little quirks, and would even find himself blushing whenever you playfully tease him

- Problem is, he has no fucking clue why HAHAH

- I love him sm but boy doesn’t know what it is to like someone

- Hinata would try to explain it to him and he’d just be like cr- cru--... c-CRUSH?? ...what is that?

- Man is in desperate need of wingman someone help him

- Anyway, once his friends get Operation: Get Tobio A Girlfriend in motion, he just turns into his pouty blushy self whenever he sees you

- The other boys will probably go overboard that he’ll be forced to take matters into his own hands

- The confession would be a damn mess but in an adorable way

- He’d 100% yell his feelings at you while pouting/blushing

- You’d have to shush him TBH 

- shush him with a kiss maybe? that’s a great way to shut him up ( 　･ิω��ิ)

- Kageyama_Tobio.exe stopped responding

- anyway I think he’d just be such a soft, protective boyfriend, especially since you’re kind of quiet

- You two would understand each other so well. He’d protect you and your quiet side, while you would help him be more relatable in order to make friends. It’s also perfect that you two are both goal-oriented, because then you’d be on the same page when it comes to co-dependence/independence. One would understand the other when it comes to pressure, deadlines, and hard work, and you’d just be super supportive of each other all the time

- I think you’re better at communicating than he is, so you may have to inform him a bit on how it should work between the two of you. He’d pick up on this really fast tho so no need to worry! Kags has got you ;)

- Dates would be really productive ones. Study dates, work dates, workout dates; anything that would be beneficial to your improvement

- Early morning hikes with Kags :’( beautiful

- He really appreciates that you’re not big on PDA because that puts a lot less pressure on himself to be someone he’s not. PLUS I imagine he’s the same as you, who really treasures the private moments between the two of you because you’re both so busy

- Once you guys have some private time, he’d take it as an opportunity to release all his pent up energy and emotions. He’d be so needy and clingy when he knows others can’t see

- ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) also u kno whassup when you guys finally get some private time ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ)( 　･ิω･ิ)

- I don’t think Kags is the very kinky type. He’d be a dom, but I don’t think the freaky stuff would really appeal to him, especially if it’s degradation, since the man worships you?? He’s just like... why tho 

- He may get into some stuff that emphasizes his strength, mostly how he grabs you and handles your body

- Picks up on your sweet spots really quick, and I imagine he can even deduce which parts are sensitive without you having to tell him

- Apologizes if he ever makes you uncomfortable :’( he’d just be SO tender and protective

- I don’t think he knows what aftercare is, or like the specifics of it, but I think despite that, he’d just naturally want to take care of you and check in on you afterwards. He’d ask if you’re okay, if you need anything, if you’re feeling any kind of pain, if there’s anything he can improve on. And he’d definitely scan your body for any bruises.

~

You were walking home from an exhausting day at work. 

There were more than a few setbacks today - an annoying coworker took credit for your hard work, your precisely detailed schedule wasn’t honored by others, and because of this, you weren’t able to have lunch. It was now 6:30PM. The rain poured as you waited at the bus stop. You were famished, soaked, and, quite frankly, so done with this day. 

You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. You were so out of it today that you haven’t had the chance to check on your unread messages. Your boyfriend, Tobio, had left a few missed calls over the past hour, causing some worry. He didn’t usually call, given how busy he was all the time. You texted him first to check in.

You: Everything okay, bub?

K: Yes. Sorry about all the missed calls. Where are you right now?

Y: At the bus stop near my building. Why?

K: Which one?

K: Never mind. I see you

What? You whipped your head left and right, then saw your boyfriend’s figure standing a few meters away, umbrella in hand. He was truly a sight for sore eyes right now - he wasn’t wearing anything special, juts his usual tracksuit, but he was wrapped in a scarf and held a soft expression on his face. It was just the warmth you needed right now. He jogged over to you, closing the umbrella as he made it under the roof. 

“Hi love,” you started, “what on earth are you doing here?” A huge weight seems to have been lifted off of you.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, rubbing your body to give extra warmth. Pulling back, he took off his scarf so that he could wrap it around your neck. 

“It’s been raining all day but I noticed you left your umbrella at home. I was hoping to catch you before you left work so that you don’t have to walk in the rain.” You couldn’t help the smile that was erupting through the exhaustion. This felt like an all new Tobio. “I guess I was a little too late, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. Thank you for thinking of me, bub.” You allowed yourself to slump onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him loosen up, strong arms making their way around your form. You looked up at him without pulling away. Your big doe eyes stared into his blue ones, totally sinking into each other’s gaze. He planted a small kiss onto your nose. It wasn’t normal for you to be so affectionate outdoors, but right now, it seemed apt. You scrunched up your nose in response.

Had it not been for the honking of the bus, the two of you could’ve cuddled in the rain for much longer, ridding each other of the lousiness of the day.

~

I hope that was alright with you, darling! Thank you so much for trusting me with your matchup. Hope you’re having a wonderful new year so far!! Please don’t hesitate to sit and have a chat with me anytime ❤️

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[bluecookiedisaster]

Anger, jealousy, lust.

Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

Yeah.

- What is wrong with you?!

- It's a bug.

He's not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

It felt like about 10 pages.

Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You've really got that

down to a science.

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

- I'll bet.

What in the name

of Mighty Hercules is this?

How did this get here?

Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

Ray Liotta Private Select?

- Is he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

- Why is this here?

- For people. We eat it.

You don't have

enough food of your own?

- Well, yes.

- How do you get it?

- Bees make it.

- I know who makes it!

And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring.

You need a whole Krelman thing!

- It's organic.

- It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don't know about this!

This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

You've taken our homes, schools,

hospitals! This is all we have!

And it's on sale?!

I'm getting to the bottom of this.

I'm getting to the bottom

of all of this!

Hey, Hector.

- You almost done?

- Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now

and just leave this nice honey out,

with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

I can talk.

And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff?

Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

The last thing we want

to do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunch

for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Orazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knew

what hit them. And now

they're on the road to nowhere!

Just keep still.

What? You're not dead?

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything

that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms.

I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

- And you?

- He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What is that?!

- Oh, no!

- A wiper! Triple blade!

- Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,

I'm Oarl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

- Bee!

- Moose blood guy!!

- You hear something?

- Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars,

as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes

is where they're getting it.

I mean, that honey's ours.

- Bees hang tight.

- We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own.

Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you get in trouble?

- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

Nobody likes us. They just smack.

See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world.

You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up,

get with a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leave

the building! So long, bee!

- Hey, guys!

- Mooseblood!

I knew I'd catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,

and it's pretty much pure profit.

What is this place?

A bee's got a brain

the size of a pinhead.

They are pinheads!

Pinhead.

- Oheck out the new smoker.

- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.

The Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.

Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

A couple breaths of this

knocks them right out.

They make the honey,

and we make the money.

"They make the honey,

and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you're

in a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here.

We had no choice.

This is your queen?

That's a man in women's clothes!

That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is being brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

This is worse than anything bears

have done! I intend to do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are taking

our honey? That's a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory.

These are obviously doctored photos.

How did you get mixed up in this?

He's been talking to humans.

- What?

- Talking to humans?!

He has a human girlfriend.

And they make out!

Make out? Barry!

We do not.

- You wish you could.

- Whose side are you on?

The bees!

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.

Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

[holding-infinity-and-a-book]

Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead.Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long.Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors?

Ernst haeckel was the first to divide the animal kingdom into unicellular and multicellular animals. An ardent Darwinist, Haeckel made several zoological expeditions and founded the Phyletic Museum at Jena and the Ernst Haeckel Haus, which contains his books, records, and other effects.

[sandcrdriesens]

oh please write some byler fluff, maybe will introducing mike to his family as his bf for the first time?? i love you mwah

ahhh tysm love ! this is so short ‘n’ i apologize :(( <3

Will knew very well that Mike’s parents weren’t the most acceptin’, but he always had his own.

Ever since the summer of ‘85, Will told Jonathan ‘n’ Joyce that he liked boys, ‘n’ they told him he always knew. They shared a warm, lovin’ ‘n’ kind embrace as Will cried outta happiness. As for his father, well he always knew.

Today’s the day, he thinks awfully nervously to himself. It’s like a cloud, dauntin’ ‘n’ unconvincingly light ‘n’ bright. Today’s the day I tell mom ‘n’ Jonathan we’re together.

El reminds him there’s nothin’ to be worried about as he fixes his tie, “You’ll do perfectly! Just as they did with Max when I told Hop I loved her, the same will happen with Mike,” she says knowingly.

Will opens his mouth to protest, but he hears the lil creak of the door, makin’ him turn around as it’s his lovely boyfriend.

“How do I look?” Mike says, twirlin’ around tryin’ not to giggle with glee. Will’ in awe.

“Really fuckin’ adorable,” he says, grinnin’ unabashedly as he walks over to him quickly ‘n’ gives him a warm hug.

Mike tightens the hug as he says, “It’ll be alright, there’s nothin’ to be worried about, darlin’,” ‘n’ just like that Will’s heart melts.

He nods weakly ‘n’ pulls away, draggin’ him into the sittin’ room while the fingers are intertwined tightly.

Joyce, who’s cookin’ her famous lasagne with Jim, says, “Will, honey, that you?”

A sleepy Jonathan who’s layin’ on Nancy’s lap notices both fearful boys are holdin’ hands ‘n’ immediately sits up ‘n’ yells, “Fuckin’ finally!” Makin’ Nancy giggle ‘n’ both boys blush.

Jim, who’s preparin’ the cutlery ‘n’ plates, jumps outta fright ‘n’ looks up, “What’s goin’ o- oh! I’m happy for you boys,” he nods.

El grins at both boys, givin’ them a cheerful finger gun as she mouths told you so, before attendin’ to the door, where her girlfriend is knockin’ impatiently at the door.

“Mike finally got the courage to ask his long-term crush on a date, huh?” Nancy asks, winkin’ teasingly as she finally stands up to stretch.

Mike scoffs, “As if, it was all Will’s idea. He took me to the swings ‘n’ it felt good. Like, the idea of him ‘n’ I together felt just right,” he shrugs as his cheeks form a bright kinda pink colour.

Max comes into the livin’ room next, “Yo whassup f- FUCKING FINALLY!” She shrieks so loudly that the whole family is surprised the house doesn’t blow down, she covers her mouth as she tries not to giggle.

“C’mon guys, food’s ready!” Joyce calls before she kisses her husband lovingly.

As they all enjoy their lovely meal, gigglin’ at jokes Max cracks or the bickerin’ of Nancy ‘n’ Mike, Will leans his head on Mike’s shoulder and thinks, this is where I needa be. This is home.