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stop-stealing-my-username · 4 months

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I'm bored and it's like 2AM so here's some mid/low effort food, mostly cause I hope it helps someone but also so I can have a list I can reference quickly when I don't know what to cook/get in a slump and can't put much effort into cooking

Broccoli and rice

- Cup of broccoli (or more, I like more)

- Butter (salted or unsalted or margarine, just some kind of oil, whatever you have lying around)

- Some kind of instant rice (I usually use minute rice for rushed meal prep so keep that in mind during the instructions)

- Curry powder

- Boullion cubes

- Optional; garlic powder, onion powder, and parmesan

1) Start making your rice (minute rice usually has a 1:1 ratio of water and rice)

Add curry powder (measure with your heart) and boullion cube to the hot water before the rice (for the cubes I use, one cube = about 2 cups of stock, so I cut them roughly into quarters to adjust when cooking only for myself)

Leave it alone. Seriously leave it alone until you are done cooking do not touch it you don't need to touch it.

2) Cut or rip apart your broccoli into bite sized chunks

3) Heat a pan over medium heat

Melt some butter (again, measure with your heart. Mostly because I genuinely did not and never have measured this; the important thing is making sure you have enough so nothing sticks)

Chuck in your broccoli

Cook until most of the broccoli is crispy and browned

Take off the heat (add garlic powder, onion powder, and parmesan here)

4) Chuck broccoli and rice onto a plate or into a bowl

*Asparagus is really good cooked like this too if you want to add it or sub out some of the broccoli

Tortilla Pizza

- Tortillas (Two large tortillas is what I usually have lying around and is a meal for me, this is surprisingly filling for what it is)

- Pizza sauce

- Grated cheese

- Optional; literally any other topping you have the time and energy to prepare

1) Set oven to 350°F

2) Spread sauce on tortillas; add cheese and any other toppings

3) Bake for about five minutes

*I'd put this on parchment paper and just bake directly on the rack of your oven; idk about you but I don't have a pan that comfortably fits two large tortillas

*Keep an eye on this while it bakes; you may need to go a little longer, but don't let the edges get too brown, tortillas burn easily

Meat and Cheese Board (Grownup lunchables/"Whatever I had in the fridge")

- Block or sliced cheese

- Fruit (Apples and grapes immediately come to mind)

- Jam/jelly/marmalade (World's your oyster; I like fig marmalade and dandelion jelly, they go well with apples and cheddar)

- Crackers

- Deli meat (Turkey/chicken breast slices my go to; even better if you have real turkey/chicken breast leftover from another meal)

- Crackers (Any kind; triscuits, saltines, melba toast, pretzel crackers, crusty bread, whatever)

- Optional; peanut butter, cream cheese

1) Measure ingredients with your heart; what can you/want to eat?

2) Cut fruit and cheese into bite sized pieces

3) Put any jam, jelly, marmalade, or other spreads/dips into bowls (or drop directly on your plate/cutting board for less cleanup)

4) Put everything either on a plate or the cutting board you used

*Yes this is a valid dinner, it does not matter that it's just a bunch of random shit thrown on a plate. It has fruit. It has protein. It has carbs. It has fats. It has things you like. It is both body nourishing and soul nourishing. It is a good dinner.

*Sub out or add things where you see fit. Peanut butter can become almond or soy butter, apples can become pears, add some vegetables, use any kind of cheese you want/have at home, if you have leftover meat from last night use that instead, don't use meat at all; this is my favourite "I don't know what to make" meal because you literally can't fuck it up and best case scenario you only have to wash a knife, a cutting board, and whatever utensils you used to scoop out any jam or peanut butter

Mason jar noodles

- 1L Mason jar

- Rice noodles (I use the ones that are already separated into single serves because I cannot for the life of me accurately measure how much rice noodle one person can eat

- Vegetables (frozen or fresh, whatever you have/can manage today. I like broccoli, baby corn, and peppers)

- Cooked chicken breast, shredded or cut into chunks

- 1 tbs low sodium soy sauce

- 1 tbs sriracha

- Chicken stock cubes

- Minced garlic (maybe like a teaspoon or two? I never measure this)

1) Cut vegetables into bite sized chunks and chuck them into the mason jar (if they're frozen and already bite sized just go ahead and chuck them into the jar. Measure with your heart, only you know how much vegetable you want)

2) Put sriracha, soy sauce, garlic, stock cube, and chicken into the jar and mix everything around. Rest rice noodles on top (as mentioned before, my stock cubes would make a lot more chicken broth than I need; I usually cut them in half but it usually ends up being a little too much)

3) Close up the jar, store in fridge until ready to eat. When it's food time, pour in enough hot water to cover the noodles (I eat straight out of the jar with chopsticks but it's a lot easier to pour them into a bowl if you can

*Bring your jar to room temperature before eating; I am begging you to not subject your glass jar to thermal shock and end up with glass in your hands

*Disclaimer that I heard this one from a dietician on YouTube (Nutrition By Kylie), and that this was intended to be meal prep and eaten at a later time, but nobody stops me from just chucking everything into a bowl and eating it then and there so nobody is going to stop you (maybe take some time on a good day/a day you aren't busy and prep a few of these ahead of time so that you can just pour boiling water into a jar and you have food ready to go on days you just can't cook for one reason or another)

Chicken Wraps

- Chicken strips (or nuggets, or chicken burgers, or leftover chicken breast; any chicken that you don't have to do much with, I just like crispy chicken so that's what I wrote)

- Tortillas

- Lettuce

- Sauce of choice (I like caesar or ranch)

- Shredded cheese

- Optional; bacon and tomato

1) Cook chicken strips according to directions (or cut/shred and reheat chicken breast)

2) Tear or cut lettuce into shreds (or just use the whole leaf, I don't bother cutting it half the time)

3) Put everything on a tortilla; roll it up

*Obviously not the end-all-be-all of chicken wrap possibilities, change whatever you want about it, this is just a reminder that you can do something ~different~ with and add to your chicken strips if you're getting sick of them

Yogurt (Hey, sometimes the simple stuff escapes us when we're overwhelmed)

- Cup of vanilla greek yogurt (or whatever you have lying around, my family just always has greek yogurt and it has a decent protein content)

- Berries (blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries don't need to be cut; strawberries don't *need* to be cut but I'd suggest it if they're a decent size)

- Granola (crush up a crunchy granola bar if you really want to)

- Optional; honey, dandelion jelly, some kind of jam, etc.

1) Put yogurt in a bowl

2) Sprinkle on granola

3) Throw berries and optional honey/dandelion jelly/jam on top

*I use enough granola to make a layer on top of my yogurt but I also love granola a little too much to be normal; one serving for most store bought granola is roughly 1/4 cup

*I cover about half of my bowl with fruit

*Home made granola is also 1000x better than store bought and if you have not made your own before please try it at least once

Ready Made Food

*Also a perfectly valid thing

*They aren't the best nutritionally but the important thing is that you are eating

*If all you can do today is put pizza pockets in the microwave or open a lunchable, you are still eating and that is good

*Focus on eating consistently first we can worry about nutrition later

*Do not feel bad over canned ravioli

#I have no idea if my slow decent into sleepiness is apparent #it might be #i feel like I got less coherent as I went on #anyway #I would once again like to remind you that eating anything at all is still good #and to focus less on “is this the right thing/amount to be eating” and more on “am I going to feel full and satisfied”#This is why I bring up protein content every now and again btw it helps you feel full for longer #self care #quick meals #low effort food #idk who this will reach but my We Don't Talk About Juno post found like 70 people so #okay good night

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Hello! Congrats on 500 followers (I've only just found your blog aha, but congrats either way ^^)

If possible I'd like to request a matchup hehe~ I'm average height I think (5'3), I have a real gothic style (black and dark colours are my thing. Rather casual but I'll sometimes go with makeup if I'm going out, tho that's usually more reserved for when I'm cosplaying). My hobbies would be writing, listening to music and playing games mainly (unless sleeping is considered a hobby too? I do that a lot. Low energy levels especially as of recently for some reason). My favourite writing genres are usually very dark and horror themes along with angst (though I do sometimes write fluff too), my music taste is mainly obey me and enstars songs with some other stuff mixed in like alternative or dance pop. I mainly play gacha games and rhythm games too aha. As mentioned before another of my hobbies would be cosplay, though I don't really now do it unless I'm going to a con with my friend. My star sign if relevant is Sagittarius btw. My most prominent sin is Envy (tho Gluttony and Sloth do represent me well, Envy is the best). I'm very quiet and shy/awkward but I do tend to talk for hours the second I'm able to talk abt my hyperfixations aha. Also got a terrible habit of staying up late playing games or whatever and then wondering why I'm always so tired lol

My Obey Me f/os are Belphie, Levi, Asmo & Beel btw ^^

(not sure if most of that info was necessary but hopefully that's enough, I can't really think of anything else to describe myself aha)

As for the hcs/short fic, I'm not into nsfw so sfw for that please.

Thank you in advance! :)

🌻 500 followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

No warning needed just sfw fluffy fluff 💕

Match Up: Leviathan, Third Born, Avatar of Envy

I'm matching you with Levi! I feel like he'd either be your perfect other half or the bane of your existence. Heaven forbid you have opposing views on games or anime. You'll be fighting for days! You like a gothic style? Cool ya boys got purple hair, he can dig that! Your low energy levels won't be a problem, you guys can game in his bath tub. 💕

Head canons for the two of you:

Levi asked you out pretty much the week after you received his pact mark. The two of you had being hanging out every chance you got. After RAD, before RAD, over the weekends. You were inseparable! It was sickening to watch or be near. You were getting so close you were finishing each others sentences, and even in public.. LIKE A BUNCH OF NORMIES! Naturally that freaked Levi out when Asmo was teasing him about it but then he realised he didn't care. He wanted to be more than just a friend.

You often fall asleep in his bathtub with your head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you.

All nighters are very common! Gaming is on, if you were only a filthy casual before you aren't anymore.

The arguments the two of you have over which anime or game is better are massive but hilarious. It's petty bullshit and you both know it so it's never to serious.

He talks about you to his streamers so often. Like the boy is obsessed! His followers never complain though, they think you're super cute.

Your both quite jealous by nature, which came be catastrophic. Look out anyone who flirts with you, lotan is being summoned. Same goes for anyone that flirts with him, consider them cursed, hexed, d.e.a.d.

Can we just talk about how cute you'd both look doing couples cosplay? Can you imagine the possibilities!? Natsu and Lucy, Sakura and Sasuke (personally I'm more Naruto and Sasuke but whatever), Edward & Winry, Kirito and Asuna, Sophie and Howl, peanut & butter. Really the list is endless.

Pillow forts that take up Levi's entire room. Belphie helped you set them up and then promptly left when you guys started making out underneath it. STOP BEING GROSSLY CUTE YOU TOO! The brothers have started a chat without the both of you so they can complain whenever they see you guys kissing or being all lovey dovey in front of them.

Hope you liked this match up lovely! 💕 I'll work on your sfw Levi fic now that I've finished this match up! If you prefer a different brother for the fic just let me know, or if you've changed your mind and you want to give me an idea that's cool too, I'm easy, breezy, beautiful 😂☺️😘

#saadie's 500 followers bite sized event 🌻#saadie's requests 🌻#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me mc #om! mc #obey me leviathan #obey me! leviathan #om! leviathan #leviathan #obey me levi #obey me! levi #om! levi #levi x mc #levi x reader

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dylanisdazed · 10 months

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Do you like any unusual treats?

That's difficult because what's unusual to me could be usual to you and vice versa. Being from the South...I do enjoy fried pork rinds and boiled peanuts. (I never really eat either though 😂) Sometimes my mom would get pork rinds on a road trip and i'd eat a few (i've never bought them on my own) and my grandpa made spicy boiled peanuts but he's dead now and I've only had his. 😂

sometimes when i was a kid i would put a spoon of peanut butter in a bowl and then mix it with maple syrup 🤮

oh and my grandmother would do "pear salad" which was just half a pear with a dollop of mayo and shredded cheese. i know it sounds disgusting but it was actually good and common southern summer side/dessert

#dylanisdazed #askdylie #dylie #anon #treats #snack

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mortuarywriting · 2 months

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🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? (either that you've written or you've read)

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Oh jeez. Action can be hard! Lotta the people I write for think fights aren't meant to be so drawn out- people get sloppy so it turns to stamina over skill and that's a different consideration- so getting across the snap decisions with the fluidity of someone who has spent their lives fighting for a living and has done a damn fine job doing it? Who has a wealth of skills in multiple varieties and facets? Hard. Rewarding when it comes together though.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? (either that you've written or you've read)

Oh so fuckin many over the years, I had one I'd read whenever I needed a good cry for years but it got deleted. :((

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Uhhh for the below reason I guess I'll choose Ghost! Which. Man is basically entirely headcanon but hm I think the man has a horrible actual eating schedule. Like between worrying about eating as a kid and how he won't show his face these days I think he doesn't eat half as much as he should, squirrels food away Just In Case - more a habit left over than actually technicallt needing it? Though he does snack through all the fuckin odd hours of the night given half a chance and insomnia. There is no consistency but inconsistency. When he eats he tends to put a TON away at once given half a chance. Also don't think the man would reasonably sleep for like. 8 hours in a row. Trained himself into microsleeps by necessity probably just down for ~2 hours get back to it take another ~2 hour nap a bit further down. Does concerningly well on 36+ hours no sleep.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

What I call my "wildly self indulgent fic" includes poultry, shocked 141 members, fun banter, me being upset at Floorplan decisions and playing god to suit my narrative needs, self indulgent choices (hence name) for mundane dreams (ie- an affordable house. Furniture choices. Things like that), reader who is a Giant Fuckin Video Game Nerd because I never see that and be the change you wanna see and all that, fat reader for the same aforementioned reason, a hint of Ghost Distribution system for flavor but its wrapped in another trope like it's peanut butter and you're pilling a dog

#rambles from the morgue #thank you for asking!

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henrys-wee-hen · 8 months

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 25

I am so, SO sorry for the length of time it took me to write this chapter! A lot has happened recently that kept me from writing it! I was at home doing construction work, then when I came back to Belgium, I was working on a series pilot outline for a consultation. And redrafting a feature! So, busy busy. But... here it is! Chapter 25, in which you realise maybe things with the Lobos aren't always clean and what they seem...

We're definitely coming to the end of this fic, too, so stay tuned!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/124895539

Or read under the cut, as always!

It wasn’t that he changed. He didn’t change overnight. But something was a little bit different after that day.

I'd assumed that marrying him would solidify the amazing relationship we already had. I’d thought it would lead to something even more magical, a power couple to rival the most famous power couples. POTUS and FLOTUS. Beyoncé and Jay-Z. Harley Quinn and the Joker. Peanut butter and jelly. Monogrammed bullets and golden handguns. Nic Cage and the Declaration of Independence.

What it actually led to... I woke up the following day to an empty bed, Teddy already in the office, yelling at someone about how he was going to send Apache Joe in.

“...I fucking know the first one got killed – you fucking think I only had one Apache Joe?! There’s always an Apache Joe! ALWAYS!” I hovered in the doorway, listening. “You better fucking find it. If you don’t have it by the end of the fucking day, I’m taking your fucking head off. You’ll wish it was just your fucking tongue. Or your fucking ear.”

I’d never heard Teddy be so violent. But there was a hardness in his voice that I’d never heard either. I pressed my lips together. Maybe something had happened with Bellafrancesca that I didn’t know about. I stepped into the room, and Teddy turned a glare to me.

“What do you want?”

“Oh... bad time?”

“Not a fucking good time, is it?”

“I woke up and you weren’t there -”

“Don’t be so fucking needy.”

“If you’d let me finish... I was concerned that you’d started working so early.”

Teddy looked at me like I’d gained three heads.

“And?”

What the fuck...?

“And...” I didn’t really know what to say. I twisted the rings around on my finger. “I’m sorry, is it a bad time?”

“Get dressed. We need to go out.”

“Teddy –“ I didn’t finish the sentence. He dismissed me with a flick of his hand and turned his back to me while he scrolled something on his phone. What the fuck?! I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a vase that, sure, fit the décor of the room, but was fucking hideous alone. I picked it up and threw it hard across the room.

It shattered against the wall behind him.

Teddy stopped scrolling and turned slowly. Painfully slowly. His face? Unreadable.

“Do not… fucking dismiss me… with your fucking fingers…” I felt sick. “Tell me why you’re being an asshole…” Teddy stood up. He walked around the desk and sat in front of it, perching on it. He beckoned me closer. “What did I just fucking say?” He rolled his eyes.

“Alright. Fucking come here.” I complied. And as I reached him, he was on me. I’d expected him to hit me or something, with the mood he’d been in, but he didn’t. He pulled me flush against him, tracing my lips with his finger. “That vase… belonged to my fucking father…” he whispered. “And you belong to me… and my things don’t break my father’s things…”

“I think this possession thing has gone a bit far, Teddy –“

“Shh.” The finger tracing my lips pressed hard against them. “I didn’t say you could fucking speak…” He watched me for a moment. When I kept quiet, he continued. “Nothing has changed, sweetheart. Nothing at all. The only thing that has changed is that, to the outside world, the darling little police officer in the New Orleans Police Department has fallen victim to the dangerous criminal Teddy Lobo… and you have. And after the things I did to you, I was surprised you’d agreed to it at all… but here we are…” When I looked at him in confusion, he spluttered with laughter. “God, I fucking love it when you’re all confused, (Y/N)… poor thing. You just keep trying to figure out what the fuck’s happened to you… but I’ll give you a clue, since I’m feeling nice…” he put his mouth by my ear and kissed the hollow of my jaw. I shivered, despite myself.

“Teddy…”

“My behaviour never fucking changed, baby.”

Rebecca’s car screeched to a halt outside Lobo Mansion. She was pissed. Truly pissed. She checked her gun over, making sure she had enough bullets to defend herself. With a final adjustment to her bulletproof vest, she grit her teeth and left the car.

Lobo Mansion was the usual bustling place when she walked in. She looked around, and qas quickly accosted by one of the Lobos’ gargoyle-like brutes.

“What are you in here for, little piggy?”

“I need to see (Y/N) Lobo. Or Bellafrancesca.” Rebecca kept voice even.

“You got an appointment?”

“No.”

“Then the Boss is busy. And (Y/N) lives and works with Teddy. And Teddy lives and works away from here. In his apartment.” Vague, cryptic… Rebecca wanted to nail him in the forehead then and there.

“I need to speak to your boss, then!” she yelled. Cause a scene – that’s how one got to Bellafrancesca. And since (Y/N) was obviously off on some fucking business trip… Bellafrancesca would have to do.

“The Boss… is busy…”

It was Brice who sauntered over, hands resting over the two guns on his hips. Rebecca looked up at him defiantly.

“What’s going on?”

“I need to speak to your Boss. Or (Y/N) Lobo. Or Teddy. Anyone, really.”

“Why? What’s it about?”

“Personal matters.” Rebecca ground her teeth. But she caught the little flicker of amusement in Brice’s eyes. “I… heard (Y/N) and Teddy got married. And…” she looked down. Act. It was all an act. “Well… don’t make me say it out loud, dude. Come on.”

“I understand. And since you’re about to fuck your life up spectacularly, I’ll give you this one. C’mon. With me. Oh – but I’ll take your guns before we go.”

Stripped of her weapons, Rebecca felt a little less powerful than she had been before. But her goal there was simple enough for her to remember even if things did get a bit spicy.

First, she wanted to know where the fuck (Y/N) had been for months. An easy enough question to ask, but whether she’d be able to make sense of the answer was another story entirely.

Second, she wanted to know why (Y/N) had caved and had joined the Lobos. Not just as a dirty cop, but as full-on fucking married to the piece of shit who’d killed her father and so many other people out there…

Third, she’d assess whether or not (Y/N) was there in full sound mind. If not, rescue mission would be a-go.

The upper levels of the Lobo mansion were quiet, which surprised Rebecca, given the hubbub below. Bellafrancesca’s office was at the end of the long corridor.

“This is Rebecca Quincy –“

“Officer Rebecca Quincy…” Rebecca spat.

“Gesundheit. Make her a drink. I’ll go speak to the boss,” Brice murmured to the meek, timid little teenager posing as Bellafrancesca’s assistant.

The kid stood up and moved in impossibly-high heels (for her) to the drinks cabinet.

“What do you like, Ma’am?”

“Water.” Rebecca scowled at the girl. The girl nodded, reaching down into a small mini fridge for a bottle of Voss. She fetched it, with a glass. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

It took an age for Brice to leave Bellafrancesca’s office and invite Rebecca in. But when he did, his face was mirthful. Bellafrancesca was sat behind her desk, smirking too. They’d both bought Rebecca’s bullshit.

“My, my,” Bellafrancesca said softly. “What is this? Officer Quincy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I want… I want to know about (Y/N). What happened?” Rebecca took the seat offered to her. “Why is (Y/N) now a Lobo?” Bellafrancesca smiled widely.

“It has been a pleasure to watch (Y/N) step into this role Teddy has provided.”

“(Y/N) wouldn’t have stepped into this role willingly at all. What did Teddy do? What did you do?”

“We merely gave (Y/N) the same option you were given.” Bellafrancesca leaned back. “The only difference is that where you have resisted at every turn, (Y/N) chose to take the knee.”

“No. NO.”

“Yes, my dear… even today, you lied to my men to get yourself in here. Understand this, my darling. The three good cops of the city have been whittled down to one. You. One little cop dead, one little cop on bended knee before my son… what shall we do with you, hmm?” Rebecca missed it entirely. The little glance Bellafrancesca gave to Brice, who strode forwards and, before Rebecca knew what had happened, had her tied up expertly in knots she’d never be able to undo alone. “You… I think… will become a little toy for my daughter. She’s ready to break her first police officer, see… we just needed one that still resisted. And you’re a prime candidate.”

“(Y/N) won’t let this happen!”

Bellafrancesca simply laughed.

“Take dear Officer Quincy downstairs. Make sure she can’t escape. Mandy will visit her soon…”

“Of course, Boss.”

I sat beside Teddy in the car, shaking. I looked good today, matching his red suit with my own outfit. We had matching jewellery on, too. But there was something missing from my mind that I couldn’t fully understand, almost like a fog had been lifted and I was seeing the world in full HD again. We were outside a warehouse on the river, but I couldn’t focus on anything Teddy was telling me to focus on. I couldn’t figure out what it was I was missing.

“(Y/N).” Teddy took my hand, but his grip wasn’t loving, like usual. It was hard. Controlling. Domineering. “What did I just fucking say?”

“I… I d-don’t know –“

“Ugh!” he threw my hand back. I twisted the rings that sat heavy around my finger. “Why are you fucking spinning out on me now?! Huh?!”

“I – I’m not –“

“Ever since the fucking wedding you’ve been weird.” He looked at me.

He smirked.

I lost it.

“BECAUSE NOTHING MAKES ANY FUCKING SENSE, TEDDY!” I cried. “Nothing! Your behaviour! The situation! We were in love! We were so in love! And you were willing to give up being a fucking criminal so that we could focus on helping the community! And now you’re cold, you’re mean, and it’s like a foggy weight’s gone from my shoulders – ever since the wedding!” I turned to him. “I want my Teddy back!” Teddy looked at me. It was as though he hadn’t expected me to be so eloquent… until he burst out laughing.

“Oh, sweetheart!” he cried. “Oh, fucking genius!” He pulled his gun out, cocked it, and pressed the barrel against my temple. “Get out of the fucking car and play your part… obey me… or I’ll decorate the window with that magnificently dim little fucking brain of yours. Darling.”

I stared at him, but despite everything, I realised I wasn’t in any position to do anything else except obey him. And I remembered the vows I’d made at the town hall when I’d married him. A vow to obey what he told me to do… but he hadn’t framed it for this kind of situation. He’d framed it like I’d be in trouble and needed to trust him.

There was no fucking trust here.

Still, I got out of the car, and Teddy put his gun away.

The docks were empty, the breeze cool as I stood beside Teddy, slightly behind, watching. Three men were stood opposite too. A shipment was expected to come in that night, and Teddy was giving orders on how the eyewatering amount of cocaine would be distributed around evenly. Half would be sent to other states, and half would circulate Louisiana.

“And the… ahem… live contraband?” one of the guys asked. “They’re in the warehouse.”

“Oh. Them. Yeah. All girls?” Teddy folded his arms. The guy gave him a curt nod. “Show me. I’ll pick the sexy ones, clean ‘em up, and they can come work for me. The rest can go wherever there’s a toilet that needs cleaning.”

“You got it, boss.”

I felt sick.

“Women?” I breathed, falling into step beside him as we walked over to the warehouse behind the guys. “Teddy, you’ve imported women?!”

“Yeah. How else do you think we get hookers?” he looked down at me, face passive, like he was explaining how bread is made to a kid. He offered me his arm, and I knew better than to refuse it. “We gotta keep the boys happy, sweetheart.” I looked down.

Teddy was presented with a seat, and I was given one too, just beside him. He kept his hand on my thigh the entire time, possessive and controlling. I didn’t know, genuinely, if it was a show, or if it was natural for him to do that, now. But the confusion quickly left me as a line of women walked in. It was a disgustingly sorry sight. Some wore clothes too tight for them, shorts that ate into their hips and asses, shirts that threatened to burst around breasts unsupported by any bra. Other women – some of them mere girls – wore baggy, holey clothes that barely revealed anything.

And Teddy’s choices confused me further.

The girls and women covered up were sent off with three of his men to work at the Lobo Mansion, or in the Lobo-owned clubs in the city. The rest, the ones who clearly wanted to show off their assets, were sent to work as cleaners. One woman, sentenced to a life as a cleaner, made a run for Teddy, her long nails clawed as she lunged at him. But before she could spew out whatever language she actually spoke (because I wasn’t wholly convinced these women were North American), Teddy pulled out his already-loaded gun and nailed her through the forehead. He barely moved an inch, otherwise.

“Fucking crazy bitch,” he murmured. I felt sick again. I couldn’t stop it. Before I knew it, I turned and vomited, the meagre breakfast Teddy had given me five minutes for coming right back up. “Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Teddy…” I whimpered. “She – you d-didn’t –“

“I did have to, baby. Otherwise they would have all done the same shit.” He patted my back and smiled at me. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

As we drove home, Bellafrancesca called. I barely paid attention to the conversation, Bellafrancesca asking about the warehouse, the girls, any special ones… until she mentioned Rebecca. And how Rebecca was there now, wanting to speak to me. Teddy took the turn-off for the Lobo Mansion, and smiled at me.

“Time to see what you’re really fucking made of, baby,” Teddy grinned. When we parked up, he handed me a pack of gum, and reached into the tiny space behind his seat for a water for me. “Sick breath, baby. I wanna kiss you real bad, but I can’t kiss you with sick breath.” I flushed, and drank some of the water, then took a couple of pieces of gum. He watched me, bemused. Amused. Gleeful, almost.

“You wanna kiss me, but you won’t tell me what the fuck has happened these past couple of months, and why it all feels like a dream sequence.” I looked at him.

“Alright. I’ll cut you a deal.” He took the gum from me, then took my hands. “You show me what you’re capable of in here, with Quincy… blow my fucking mind… and I’ll tell you what happened. Deal?”

“Define what you mean by ‘show you what I’m capable of’ and ‘blow your mind’,” I replied. “Because blowing your mind could mean sucking you off so well, you can’t think or see straight for a week… or it could mean getting your gun from you and blowing your literal mind from your skull.” I smiled at him.

“I’m not suicidal, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, stroking my face. “And for a change, I’m not horny. Does that help?”

It helped.

I climbed from the car with him, jaw set. I knew what he wanted me to do, deep down. I just didn’t know if I’d be able to do it when faced with the one person who’d kept me on the straight and narrow in a city where the straight and narrow was a minority.

#teddy lobo #teddy lobo x reader #tedward lobo #renfield #dracula

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heyitschartic · 6 months

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Tagged by @vikugnavikugna

coke or pepsi? You know I love coke, but in terms of soda I'll have a diet pepsi.

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks

coffee or tea? I drink like seven coffees a day

books or movies? BOOKS. I love movies, but books are so fun.

windows or mac? Windows, fuck Mac!!!!!!!

dc or marvel? I don't really like comics in general, but my gf loves the BatFam so I'll go DC

x-box or playstation? Playstation easy

dragon age or mass effect? I don't like either

night owl or early riser? I wake up at 6am every single day

cards or chess? Chess, but I always lose at it

chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate for taste, vanilla for smell

vans or converse? Vans

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Who?????

fluff or angst? You KNOW I love angst

beach or forest? Ooooo I think I have to go forest

dogs or cats? Cats all day (sorry Illidan)

clear skies or rain? I lvoe days with just that slight drizzle of rain

cooking or eating out? Eating out tf??? Who is picking cooking

spicy food or mild food? SPICY

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? HALLOWEEN MY FAV HOLIDAY

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? I live in Minnesota, I already made that decision

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I think I'd have to go with Boensaw's power from the hit Canadian web serial Worm

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? Evil 😈

baths or showers? Baaaaaath, I love a nice bath

team cap or team ironman? Hate Iron man, at least cap is likeable I have never found Tony Stark interesting or entertaining and Captain America just has thay sort of scruffy charm

fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? This would get too long so Ill post one: 'What are we going to do, Dogger?'It seemed a reasonable question. After all he had been through, surely Dogger knew something of hopeless situations. 'We shall wait upon tomorrow,' he said. 'But--what if tomorrow is worse than today?' 'Then we shall wait upon the day after tomorrow.' 'And so forth?' I asked. 'And so forth,' Dogger said.

youtube or netflix? Youtube

[REDACTED] you couldn't get that out of me under torture

when do you feel accomplished? When I accomplish something that I've been working at for a long time, especially something that means a lot to me

star wars or star trek? Star Trek, easily. Star wars is like two good movies and a game, at best

paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover, nothing feels as good in your hands

to live in a world without literature or without music? Without literature, sorry. I just couldnt live without something to listen and dance to.

who was the last person to make you laugh? Hard to remember, it was either my gf, bug, or Peri

city or countryside? City, I want to have things to do

favorite chips? Salt and vinegar

pants or dresses? Dresses, you can't force me to wear pants anymore

libraries or museums? Museums just because they're so much more of a trip

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven, almost always. That's always the stuff that digs into me more

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks Jesus christ what kind of freak folds pages

Dream job? Honestly, I'm kind of in my dream job already. Doing scientific research on fun and interesting problems every day. If it wasn't that, I think it would be writing. I love writing, but I don't have enough time for it sadly.

What gives you comfort? A good book, a lover's touch, warm blankets and soft animals, the quiet sound of the city waking up, good food and fine alcohol.

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? One for the money, two for the better green 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine

favorite ice cream flavor ever? PEANUT BUTTER that or cookie dough.

first fandom? No surprise but it was the Ranma 1/2 fandom, for obvious reasons a young Chart was ENTHRALLED by that concept

Your desert island band? Otoboke Beaver cause I'd be pissed

As for who I'm tagging.... @cpericardium @bug4932 @skitter-queen @rainfrazier get to work

#tag game #i guess

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reasonableapproximation · 3 months

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I killed a mouse a while back. Unpleasant details under cut.

I've had mice to deal with several times before. Once in a previous flat, I tried to do it myself with various snap traps and homemade bucket traps, all baited with peanut butter. The buckets were just cardboard boxes so they probably would have just chewed their way out unless I found them really quickly. But they never got caught in any of them and eventually they just left.

Then in this flat, a few years back. Ally and I put down snap traps that they didn't go for, then glue, and... I don't remember if it was still somehow getting past the glue, or if we got the landlord to call someone in and we just put down the glue while we were waiting, or what. But someone showed up, found a hole behind the sink and cemented it up. Put down a trap of his own (a black box with bait inside, not sure if poison or trap-trap or what, I think it's actually still there). But we didn't see it again, and he came back a couple of weeks later to check.

A few months ago we had another, possibly multiple. Again we put down glue and had someone come in, not necessarily in that order. He was useless the first time, but we got the landlord to send him back and I think he blocked something up and we were fine for a bit. (I wasn't in when he came this time.)

And then just after christmas I woke up to scratching, and turned the light on and waited, and yep, a mouse scrabbled out from next to the wardrobe under the door and out.

I didn't want to get the landlord to send someone again, because the landlord didn't know Ally had moved out. I had been their main support network, and they were now in a psychiatric hospital. (From what they've told me, they hadn't attempted suicide but had been thinking about it enough to check themselves in.) I thought it wouldn't be helpful for some to call them to try to arrange access to the flat. Also I was annoyed at the previous guy having to come twice and then getting another straight after.

So I ordered more glue traps. They arrived on 29/12 and I put them down. They were in the archway between the kitchen and the living room, where maybe there'd be no way for the mouse to get to most of the flat without going over them - I don't remember if previous attempts have backed that theory up. I put peanut butter on one, chocolate on another and cheese on the third.

I was sleeping with a rug blocking my door, so I wouldn't really know if it was getting past them or not. But the next morning I woke up and went to check.

I was scared to look. I don't remember that from before. We'd split up less than two weeks ago, I think I was still pretty fragile.

The design on them, under the glue, made me jump a bit. Like, I was so hyper-attuned to the possibility of seeing a mouse that when I saw a drawing of a mouse (or more likely, just any vague blob where I worried a mouse might be) I reacted to it. But there was no mouse.

Next day, new years eve, same thing, except there was a mouse. I screamed a bit. It had gone past the bait without touching it and then gotten trapped. It looked dead. I thought about calling someone but didn't know who - obviously not Ally, and the person who'd been my main emotional support lately didn't enjoy talking about killing mice.

I psyched myself up and went to step over it to get a binbag. It twitched when I got close. I screamed again. I crouched down to look a bit closer (still from a distance) and saw it blink. It also looked like it had vomited a bit, but I'd recently seen on wikipedia that mice don't vomit. Maybe that was some small hairs that had gotten pulled out?

I thought of another friend who's had to put down animals before. I messaged to explain what was going on and ask if she was up for a call. She was. She also said she hates glue traps, which like, okay but I probably wouldn't have brought that up at that precise moment. I explained that I don't like them either but nothing else worked and this at least would keep them out of the rest of the flat and she said fair enough.

(She also said they were about to be made illegal? I haven't heard anything along those lines. She's way more clued in to that kind of thing than I am, but she's not epistemically careful enough for me to take this kind of thing on her word. Idk.)

I was freaking out a bit, talking fast and hyperventilating, and she calmly helped talk through the options. I didn't want to hit it with a hammer because then I'd never use that hammer again and I didn't want mouse everywhere. I didn't want to use a knife, similar reason. We decided I'd put some cardboard down over it and step on it.

When I dropped the cardboard it started wiggling. Oh fuck. Deep breaths. I stepped. Through my headphones, I heard it crunch. Fuck fuck fuck.

She had me step a few more times to make sure, then walked me through grabbing a binbag and getting the whole thing into it without having to see it. She comforted me that it's natural to freak out, it means I'm not a psychopath.

I hadn't expected it to be so bad. I spent the rest of the day mildly traumatized. I was seeing family, which helped. I told my mum, dad and brother, but not my grandmother. They were sympathetic. We saw Wonka, it was fun. Then I went to the pub to hang out with people from reddit, mostly either strangers or people I hadn't seen in years. That was fun too, but packed enough that I went home before the new year.

I put down more glue traps and kept the rug blocking my door. The next day I was scared to look again, but no mouse.

I also ordered some steel wool that day. I had a guess that it was getting in where the person years ago had blocked up, where the cement looked a bit loose. I regretted not ordering it sooner, I don't know why I hadn't. I think partly I wasn't wild about rummaging around under the sink but like, what was my plan? Kill a mouse and leave it's way in open?

Anyway, it arrived a couple days later and I blocked up that hole and moved the rug. I was going to leave the glue traps there for a bit longer just in case, but around about now my bath started leaking into my kitchen (adjacent to it, not underneath). I didn't realize that was what was happening at the time, I thought I'd somehow just spilled a load of water, but in any case they were soaked and I didn't have any more.

I think for the next few days I was still nervous to look there when I got up in the morning.

I'm okay now. It was one of the least fun things I've ever done, but I don't think it was morally bad of me. Like, I could have done better, I should have got the steel wool sooner. And I spent 30 minutes freaking out while it was trapped, if I hadn't freaked out I could have killed it sooner which would have been better. But under the circumstances I wouldn't judge someone else for acting like I did, and I don't judge me either.

I think it would have been a lot more psychologically pleasant for me to go out and leave it trapped and wait for it to die. But I think that would have been morally worse, and I'm glad I didn't.

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ryker-writes · 7 months

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Geez I'm really cutting it close, but I've flipped-flopped a few times on if I want to participate in this or not. I'd like to have a romantic match-up, but if this arrives too late and/or you just don't care to do any more of these, I'm completely fine with you just skipping mine.

I love animals but mostly cats. I've had pet cats for most of my life so far and I'd like to keep that up in the future. I like chocolate with peanut butter. I like playing video games that are more on the casual side. I like the color pink and purple. I do also like board games and jig-saw puzzles.

I dislike most foods. I also feel like my nose has been put on the wrong setting because I don't like the smell of most foods either. Which I know is odd since it can be something as tame as spaghetti. I don't like the feeling of wetness of fabrics and I dislike soft, fluffy towels because the feel of when they get wet is eeeuuughhh. I'm not a fan of pvp games or even games that forces me to play with strangers. I worry too much about bringing down my team and just causing the other players to have a miserable time.

My hobbies are daydreaming and drawing. I love to come up with different characters and species. Most of my drawings just end up being character design. Playing video games is a hobby as well. I would like to get myself into the hobby of exercising and walking but that's unlikely to happen.

I don't believe I have any strong physical preferences. I do know personality wise I don't want someone who's mean even if they mean it in a playful way. (Had a friend that always called me stupid and it wasn't until going to a different school that I realized I don't like that.) I also don't want someone who's really pushy. Though I suppose I could use a little bit of gentle persuasian and patience to help me with certain things. But the key point there is the approach.

I've never dated but I think my love languages are physical touch and quality time. I like hanging out in the same areas as people even if I'm not neccessarily interacting directly. I also want more hugs. (All my brothers dislike being touched so my mom keeps forgetting that I like hugs.)

I'm kinda curious for Bobo too, but like I'm either cutting it real close or have missed the deadline here so doesn't seem right to ask for her.

For the sake of things, I'm probably not going to do Bobo, especially since I still have a few more to do. Sorry about that, but I hope you can understand

"Ah, I'm always so grateful for you sending in asks for this event and supporting me as much as you do! That's why I felt it's important to take time to consider who would be right for you. And I've finally come to a conclusion.

I believe my friend Ruggie would be good for you!"

animal lovers together!

seriously he's great with animals and would love to have some animals together with you

he loves to hear about all the new animals and creatures you imagine, and may even throw out some of his own ideas

his animal knowledge can come in handy when you need it

he doesn't play video games much, but he may occasionally join you for a board game or puzzle

just don't play monopoly with him...I've caught him stealing money before

anything you don't like to eat or foods that you hate the smell of, just hand them over to him or show him where they are

he will get rid of the food for you ✨

if you ever need help getting some exercise in, he's happy to support and help you!

you can go on walks with him or hang around while he's working or run errands with him

Ruggie is not really pushy, but he will bring something up if he thinks it would be better for you and he may try to convince you, but once you tell him no, he'll back off about it

he's never forceful with his approach and likes to give you the reality of serious situations

he's very big on quality time since he's often out running errands or working

but he does really enjoy when you spend time with him, even if you're doing your own thing, just you being there means a lot to him

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

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inlocusmads · 5 months

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I'd like to share some headcanons about Nora's street friend group because it is just everything that is running in my head right now.

(Borrowed from a lot of my personal experiences, having a friend group with the kids in your street is literally half a militia and half a Sicilian mafia.)

Nora met these guys in her first year of high school when her and Tommy moved to a different neighborhood hoping to save some money and get Nora to stick to one school (she gets expelled quite frequently and it isn't fun) and it's these street neighborhood friends who helped her out and made her feel little less lonely.

There's Rusty. She's the eldest one. Fifteen year old and built like an actual ox. She's essentially the ring leader, telling them all what they'll be doing that week. Her older brother, Tony sometimes joins the gang.

Nora, who is 14 and exists.

Stucky Grease, 13 and a half. She's a fast runner. She's sweaty all the time. They found her in the park doing wheelies. A bit of a bully sometimes. She likes terrorising pigeons and making explosives out of water and glitter.

Trixie Trivia Thompson (Triple-J) who's 13 and a quarter (and makes it everyone's problem). He's Geek #2 and he's a professional one who trades sports cards and is a hard bargainer. He's also good with breaking locks - either meticulously with a hairpin or allowing Cable to set it on fire and melt the damn thing.

Cable, 12, nicknamed aptly because he's good with tools and wires. Not good as in a professional but he kinda likes exploding shit and setting things on fire.

Quinoa, also 12, named such because her mom's a dietician and she's the resident snack bringer. She's also really good at foraging,climbing trees and stealing shit and rightfully so, has a million allergies , braces, pig tails, myopia you get the idea.

Scully, 11, the resident sci fi nerd who can quote X Files. That's about it to him. He's the youngest and the most naive but never made to feel that way- except they don't tell him when they're running away, which means Scully's also the resident fall guy of the group.

Then an old lady, Mildred Clovers who yells at them because they constantly break her window by playing street baseball.

And these guys - these mfers have checked out every insane thing in the books:

Attempting to make molotov cocktails and breaking a car's windshield

Underage joyride driving.

Shoplifting only the good candy.

Breaking and entering houses but only to steal some food while they're playing outside

Swap Pokemon cards as if they're actual drugs

Do drugs (jk they drank alcohol once, and that's how Nora bought her way into the group. they also decided the same day that they didn't like the alcoholic taste)

Infiltrate senior parties - both seniors at school and senior citizens in the neighborhood

Vandalism

Make explosives and setting dumpsters on fire

Arts and crafts on a movie night.

Break into their school just to have a sleepover there

Shatter windows with home runs.

Develop Skate-Pro. An all new skating experience where you attach a bunch of cycles to a skateboard and get everyone's teeth wrecked.

Skate-Pro 2.0, now with more throttle except the most they could do was attach a bunch of firecrackers to the skateboard. This time they used a crash test dummy.

Set off leftover firecrackers inside empty classrooms before they put up the security cameras

Parkour

Extreme Parkour

Interpretive dancing.

Them deciding to be on the same dental plan after figuring out a loophole

Doing each other's homework.

Slipping a firecracker inside a bully's backpack

Raise rabid dogs

Run away from said rabid dogs.

Trying to cook dinner

Tossing a whole rotisserie chicken off the window for it to crash right through Mildred Clover's window yet again

Watching as Mildred Clover enjoys some free dinner.

FIRE STUNTS!

fire stunts without fire because parents are concerned.

Making the largest peanut butter and jelly sandwich but stopping at step one because none of their homes had an oven. Except for mildred.

Trying to become a band.

Helping each other cheat on tests.

Bailing each other out as their parent during PTAs.

Infiltrate a college campus.

Watching each other move away. It starts with Quinoa and then Rusty.

#nora rose #thorne rose headcanons #crimes of passion

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editrevue · 8 months

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futaba isurugi for the character meme :3c

HIIII ZORA. [ask] yay, Futaba! let's go! 💜

Sexuality Headcanon: unlabeled sapphic/wlw, definite preference for women and is unsure about bisexuality but doesn't really care to look into that. she's content as is

Gender Headcanon: I never really gave it much thought! But to validate you <33 I'd say I can totally see Futaba really rockin' a she/he. Either bigender or just genderfluid transmasc for your entertainment teehee!

A ship I have with said character: Kaoruko x Futaba (FutaKao)! they are so perfect for each other I can't usually imagine them, especially Futaba with anyone else!

A BROTP I have with said character: Claudine and Futaba! Tamao/Rui and Futaba too! Especially if you ever give futaba's "strength" intermission a read, oh and the heir to splendor event is also another great read! let us know if you ever need them :3

A NOTP I have with said character: I don't really know off-hand? I'd say maybe Rui x Futaba? Tamao and Futaba would be funny because Kaoruko and Rui would melt into goo if that ever happened, but I can't really see either Rui/Futaba or Tamao/Futaba?

A random headcanon: since both Kaoruko and Futaba love their sweets, I'm going to say Futaba would absolutely be a chocolate/peanut butter enjoyer! She also gives "allergic to dogs but loves them a ton" vibes, I can't explain it but I'm sure you get me .

General Opinion over said character: We love Futaba in this house! I don't think I have much of a negative opinion about ANY revstar character, I have nothing but fond memories of and with futaba and you being them is a total bonus! She's a great contrast to a lot of character personalities and fits right in where she needs to be. I love her singing voice and her aesthetic as well! I just wish she was given a bit more attention if I had to really say anything (also it's so funny-sad that she's always next to Nana in official art the poor thing fjhhjsjdksd)

#✧. ┊ moon intermission #✦. ┊ star performance

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innytoes · 2 years

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Fall prompts! 4 for Alex or Willie (or both!) with Julie (and/or Reggie if his brother exists)

Also special shoutout to @bananakarenina who basically prompted the same thing while I was already writing this.

Willie kind of loved the fact that his cute, tall, adorable, snarky boyfriend came with special perks. Not only did Willie have an excuse to be out of the house more, but he got to go to free concerts all the time. Hell, he got a free concert every week at band practice, when they let him chill on the sofa and draw as long as he didn't flirt so hard with Alex that he accidentally yeeted his drumsticks across the room again.

Listen, it had only happened one time but Luke was still traumatised.

He also liked the built-in friend group he now had. Reggie always had nice things to say, Luke was always down to clown, and Julie's entire family took one look at him and decided he was now part of the family too.

So with Halloween approaching, and Carlos and Reggie becoming more and more stoked, Willie carefully asked Alex what his plans were. "Dunno," he shrugged. "My parents never let me celebrate Halloween growing up, and I'm too old to go trick or treating now."

At Willie's heartbroken face, he back paddled: "It's okay. Luke and Reggie used to share their candy with me, and it wasn't like I couldn't use my allowance to buy some myself."

"But- but didn't you want to knock on the door and shout 'trick or treat' and have little old ladies tell you how adorable you looked in your costumes or... or whatever really happens during trick or treating?" Willie asked.

Reggie looked up from where he was fiddling with his phone. "You've never been trick or treating before either?" he asked.

Willie shrugged. "Not a lot of people wanting to take a foster kid out when I was little. And once I started living with Caleb, he usually dragged me to work his dumb rich-people parties." It had been fun the first few years, when he got to dress in all white and gray Victorian clothes, paint his face white, and scare the daylights out of club guests. But once puberty hit he was usually relegated to clean-up or playing waiter. He still got to be a ghost, because everyone working pretended to be a ghost, but it got less fun every year. "I've always wanted to go trick-or-treating like on TV."

"Well dude, you can join me and Stevie!" Reggie said, excited.

Julie grinned. "It's probably one of Carlos' last years trick-or-treating as well, I promised him I'd go with him so he can stay out later but not be seen being escorted by Dad. I'm sure he'd be thrilled for you guys to join us."

"Do we get to dress up?" Willie asked, breathless.

"Of course!" Julie said.

"Alex can we can we can we?" Willie asked, flopping over in his boyfriend's lap and giving him the most epic puppy eyes. Honestly, if Alex said no, he was still probably going to tag along if Reggie and Julie would have him. Luckily, Alex rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Fine. But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. Adorable cliché couple costume or bust."

So they met up at the Molina house on Halloween, ready to go. They'd settled on Peanut Butter (Willie) and Jelly (Alex). Carlos was dressed as a ghost buster, Julie as a little devil (but not a sexy one, since Mister Molina was Right There to take pictures of them all). Reggie and Stevie arrived in matching cowboy get-ups.

After a little photo shoot, they headed off. Carlos and Julie knew all the best houses to hit up and had set the route, and Stevie insisted on walking between Reggie and Willie, so he could interrogate him. Honestly, being interrogated by a six year old was way scarier than the lame-ass shovel talk Luke and Reggie had tried to give him once things with Alex got serious.

"You've never been trick-or-treating?" he asked for the third time, big eyes staring up at him seemingly unblinking.

"Never ever," Willie agreed.

Stevie seemed to mull that over until they got to the first house. Then, he grabbed Willie's hand, dragging him to the front. "Willie gets to ring the doorbell," he told Carlos seriously. "Cause he's never been trick-or-treating."

Carlos immediately stepped back to let Willie through, grinning. "That's totally fair," he agreed.

Willie looked back to see Reggie and Julie give him a thumbs up. Alex had his phone out, filming, because he was a supportive boyfriend. Or because he was mocking him. Probably a little of both. Still, Willie took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell, stepping back and shuffling so Stevie was in front of him. Nobody would say get lost to the guy with the cute little cowboy in front of him, right?

"Trick or treat!" they sang out, and it was Just Like The Movies. The lady at the door told them how adorable Stevie was, and how cool Carlos' costume was, and smiled politely at Willie. Carlos and Stevie grabbed a candy, putting it in their bag, and she went to close the door.

"Wait!" Stevie said. "It's Willie's first time trick or treating!"

"Oh buddy, that's okay, I already got to ring the doorbell," Willie started, only slightly embarrassed. But Stevie's lip jutted out stubbornly.

"It's his first house, too," Carlos said, fixing the woman with big puppy eyes that should be illegal.

"Well then," she said, holding out the bowl to him. He smiled shyly, taking one fun-sized Mars Bar from the pile.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"What do we say, Steve?" Reggie asked quickly.

"Thank you!" Stevie and Carlos sang out, and the woman smiled at them and closed the door.

He held out his hand for a high-five that Stevie returned happily and gave Carlos a fist-bump. Then, he turned around to see Alex watching him, face adoring.

The tiny Mars bar was the most delicious candy he'd ever had in his entire life, even as Julie scolded him you were supposed to wait until the end of the night to eat your candy.

"You know," he told Stevie, as he and Reggie each held a hand so he could swing between them. "It's Alex' first time trick or treating as well."

The look on Alex' face when Stevie dragged him to the door of the next house to make him ring the doorbell was almost as good as the Mars bar.

#Reggie's brother only exists when he's useful to the plot #julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #I wrote a thing #willie throckmorton #alex mercer #julie molina #reggie peters #carlos molina #world's worst foster dad caleb covington #Carlos knows that if you have Cute Small Children with you the yield is better #but also he gets to hang out with the cool older kids #it's a win-win #yes Alex nearly dies when Steve and Carlos do the same thing to him #he makes Stevie pick out his candy just so he doesn't have to #and makes them promise to never make him do that again #Willie spends the rest of the night getting to ring doorbells and sing songs and give Stevie a piggy back ride and just having the best time #a nice gay couple tells him and Alex their costume is ADORABLE and his night is MADE #he did everything on his bucket list!#also if you google 'cute couples costumes' you will find a lot of... not cute couples costumes #A HUNTER AND A DEER? REALLY????

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 1 year

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Chapter Four of 'The Upside' is Finally Fucking here!

After a lot of Real Life bullshit, I have updated The Upside!!

In this chapter Mickey finds out some of what his job is going to entail as Ian's caretaker besides just getting on Fiona's nerves. Ian tries to grapple with a new person seeing him with his disabilities as a result of his accident. The pair of them share their vulnerabilities with each other after there is a misunderstanding.

Read Chapter Four HERE

Mickey used the butter knife to cut the pieces of banana pancake into bite size pieces as he did he asked, "Do you like butter and shit on these? Fiona brought a whole fucking fanny pack of condiments." He nodded his head towards the ziplock bag of various syrup flavors and butter that was always a part of the breakfast experience. But depending on who was assisting him he never got what he really wanted. Fiona and Lip usually assumed basic maple syrup was how he wanted them, and he didn't want to be a burden, more than he already was, and request something different.

"Um, what I'd really like is peanut butter, and honey drizzled on top, but I don't think those are in the baggie." Ian felt the tips of his ears heat as he spoke sheepishly.

Mickey dumped the baggie out on the tray and looked through it.

"I don't see either. There's maple, strawberry, and blueberry syrup, and grape jelly and strawberry jelly." Mickey muttered as his tatted hand weaved through the various packets of sweetening packets.

Ian held back a sigh, "That's okay, I'll take the um, blueberry syrup."

Mickey's hand paused a second and he glanced up at Ian, "How often do you have banana pancakes?"

Ian shrugged, "Depends on the day of the week, and who is cooking, but usually two to three times a week."

"Two to three times a week, and they can't even get the toppings you like for them?" Mickey felt frustration growing in his head, like a single bee buzzing around getting more and more agitated at the fact that he was being denied the flowers that had the good nectar stored.

"Are you good here for a second? You're not going to like spontaneously fall out of that chair if I leave you alone for a minute or two?" Mickey asked raising a brow at Ian.

Ian's clover eyes looked surprised, "Um, yeah?"

"Good, be right back boss." Mickey said with a wink before covering the food back with the cover it had arrived under, to keep it warm while he was gone.

"O-kay..." Ian's voice trailed a bit as he watched Mickey walk out of the room.

Mickey didn't want to leave Ian alone for very long, he wasn't sure what all he needed help with yet as he quickly walked to the direction of the kitchen, his tims thudding on the file and wood floors. He carefully avoided the little ramps between entryways as he made his way to the kitchen. Fiona was sitting at the counter on the phone while a kid that looked to be maybe thirteen looked at Mickey questionably. Mickey ignored both of them and started opening cupboards and the fridge.

"Hey kid, where do you keep the peanut butter and shit?" Mickey asked as Fiona gave him furious eyes and a snarl as she held the phone to her ear.

The boy looked at him and pointed with his fork, "Third cupboard on the left."

Mickey reached for it and shoved aside different sauces and condiments before finding a little bear shaped bottle of honey, and some crunchy and creamy peanut butter. He hadn't thought to ask Ian which one he liked more, he juggled the three jars in his hands and tilted his chin up at the kid, "Thanks buddy."

While Ian waited for Mickey to come back he looked around his room, the pictures on his dresser in particular, he felt a piercing of his heart when his eyes flitted to the picture of him and Trevor, he really needed that one fucking gone. He bit his lower lip trying to contemplate the best way to do it when Mickey came back into the room.

"Didn't know if you liked creamy or chunky better so I brought both." Mickey kicked the door shut gently behind him as he came over to the little serving table and placed two jars of peanut butter and a jar of honey next to his tray.

"You... got these? For me?" Ian felt his voice wanting to waver as he asked. It was a stupid response, the way he was getting emotional over fucking peanut butter.

"Yeah man, that's how you like your pancakes, and I don't see why the fuck you can't have them that way." Mickey shrugged, as if this wasn't one of the nicest acts Ian had seen.

Just then Fiona barged into the room, "What the fuck Milkovich? Can't even handle feeding him breakfast you leave him alone for God knows how long?!"

Mickey rolled his eyes, "Calm your tits Joan of Arc, I was just getting Ian peanut butter and honey."

"Why?" Fiona huffed putting her hands on her hips.

Mickey's eyebrows raised up like peaks of a mountain range, "To slather him with it and shove him outside so the stray dog population of Chicago eats, why do you think?" He snapped.

Ian couldn't help the contorting his mouth was doing, he was trying hard not to cry, or smile too much, but this exchange was... very interesting to watch, and more emotional than he should be.

"For someone who has been helping him for however long, you don't seem to know him very well." Mickey huffed.

Fiona puffed up like an angry fish and crossed the threshold of the room, a finger pointed angrily at Mickey, "You've been here, one fucking day, not even that. I've been here for Ian for twenty-six years." her voice was shaking with emotion as she pointed from Mickey to Ian.

"You'd think, in twenty-six years, you would have asked him how he likes his pancakes." Mickey's voice was a wavering hum, like the plucked string of a harp.

Fiona's brow furrowed and the anger smoothed out on her face, leaving behind tired lines that were carved around her mouth and eyes. She turned to Ian and tilted her head to the side, "Ian, you never told me you liked peanut butter and honey on your pancakes." She murmured softly.

"You never asked. And before the accident you didn't really need to know, I was capable of putting them on the pancakes myself. But now... I didn't want to be more of a burden than I am." Mickey's expression smoothed as he turned away from Fiona and looked at Ian closely, a little groove forming between his brows as he looked, before letting his shoulders fall and he walked back over to Ian, "Crunchy or creamy?" He murmured gently.

"Creamy please." Ian answered just as gently.

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