#miss piggy would finish him off

[supernovafics]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, “the beatles” slander (sorry?), just a lil bit of angst

summary: in which you force you and steve to have a housewarming party

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

“Oh no, you’re playing The Beatles at full volume... On a scale of one to ten, how worried should I be for you right now?” 

Hearing Steve’s voice right then put a timestamp on how long you’d been in your current position— lying in the dark on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, an oversized hoodie, which just so happened to be Steve’s, covering your body; even the hood was pulled over your head because you wanted to feel completely cocooned. 

He finished his shift at Family Video at seven and the drive usually took no more than twenty minutes, and you’d gotten home from your last class around five. That meant you’d been sulking for over two hours. A part of you felt a bit disappointed in yourself. 

Not enough to stop sulking and get up from the couch, though. 

Steve flicked on the light, which made you groan and pull on the strings of the hoodie so that your eyes were covered too, and then he walked over to where the record player sat atop a low shelf that was full of books, magazines, and random trinkets including a pink piggy bank that contained stray arcade tokens rather than actual money. He turned off the record player, putting a stop to the Abbey Road vinyl that you had been playing on repeat for hours. You absolutely detested The Beatles so whenever you were in a melancholic mood, it felt only right to play their music.

“Our neighbors probably hate us now,” Steve said as he joined you on the couch, moving your legs for a moment so that he could sit down and then placing them over his lap. “If we don’t get the cookie basket from Miss Johnson for Christmas, I fully blame you.” 

He expected that to get a laugh or at least a smile out of you. The mention of the sweet old woman a few doors down who had given you two a welcome basket full of freshly baked muffins when you moved in and then promised to bring you the cookies that she always made and gave to people in the building during the holidays. 

You didn’t do either of those things though. Your mouth felt too stuck in a straight line to even think about smiling. Therefore, you instead disregarded everything Steve had said since he’d entered the apartment and mumbled, “Why are guys such idiots?” 

He placed a hand over his heart as if he’d just been wounded. “Ouch.”

You pulled the hood off your head and then propped yourself up by your elbows to finally look at him. “Obviously, you’re the exception.” You then thought about your words for a brief moment. “Well, sometimes.”

“Double ouch,” He said. “But yes, guys are idiots. Which one are you talking about, in particular? Charlie?” 

You sighed and looked away. “Sadly.” 

“He’s lasted longer than I expected,” Steve told you. He fully thought that the crush you had on this guy from your early morning Statistics class wouldn’t stem past a few weeks.

“At this point, I wish I didn’t like him anymore,” You responded and then looked at Steve again, a small amused smile gracing your lips as you thought of something. “Any hot people come into Family Video lately?” 

Steve simply laughed and shook his head at you.

It was almost too easy for you to develop a crush on someone. So much so that many of them you wouldn’t even mention to Steve or your other friends because of how fast they’d come and go. 

Most of the time, the inevitable abrupt ending of the crushes would leave you feeling something adjacent to heartbreak because most of the guys you’d ended up liking were, in fact, idiots, or you’d feel disappointment because your feelings never lived up to how they were at the beginning of the crush. But there was always still something about the idea of liking someone that was surprisingly fun to you. You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself a hopeless romantic, but it sometimes felt as if you were exactly that.

You finally sat up from the couch and moved close to Steve. “Okay, spare me the supportive best friend ‘we’ve known each other since we were ten and I only want the best for you’ spiel for a few moments and just answer a quick question for me, okay?” 

Although he was completely confused and would’ve killed for more context, Steve nodded at your current antics. “Okay.” 

“If we had just finished a really hard test, and you were worried about how you did on it, and I did this,” You grabbed his hand, linking it with yours and giving him the sweetest smile that was typically only reserved for when you were hardcore flirting with someone. “While saying ‘I’m sure you did great,’ you would understand that I have a massive crush on you, right?”

He glanced down at your intertwined hands for a brief moment before ultimately nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

“Exactly,” You said as you dropped Steve’s hand and then slumped back against the couch. “So Charlie pulling away— no smile back or anything— and simply saying, ‘Thanks. You probably did good too,’ in response to that means either he can’t read my stupidly obvious flirting cues, or he’s not into me. And, honestly, I’m almost certain it’s the second one.” Suddenly you were hit with a fresh wave of sadness and you pulled the hood over your head once again. “Please put back on The Beatles and let me wallow in peace for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll be better by the morning.” 

“I’d rather hear Harold running on his squeaky wheel all night than The Beatles on repeat,” He said and you actually perked up at the mention of the pet you two had gotten only a few months ago, barely a week after you’d fully moved into the apartment, the brown and white furry creature formally known as “Harold the Hamster.” 

Currently, he was sleeping only a few feet away in his cage that sat on the coffee table. Somehow he managed to be completely unbothered by the music you’d been loudly playing. 

“Okay, how about this,” Steve started. “Let’s order a pizza from that place close by. I’ll even suffer and let you put olives on it.”

You pushed the hood off your head again so that you could look at your best friend, only slightly intrigued by what he was saying. “Keep talking…”

“And then we’ll watch The Breakfast Club because you love it and you immediately rented it out from Family Video when we got it in,” He continued and you perked up even more at the mention of one of your favorite movies. “Which, by the way, is a copy that is weeks overdue and has probably racked up an insane amount of late fees at this point.”

You smiled at him. “Good thing I know someone who works there. And he would never let me pay any late fees.”

“Wow, he sounds like a great guy.”

You shrugged as you looked away from Steve. “Meh, he’s alright.” 

He immediately poked your side, causing you to laugh loudly. “I’m gonna make you pay all of the late fees now.”

“That’s very evil,” You said with a shake of your head, but you were still laughing because you knew that he wasn’t being serious. 

Steve ordered the pizza as you put the Breakfast Club tape in and then you both settled on the couch again. You had probably watched the movie five times since you rented it, but somehow you hadn’t grown tired of it yet. Instead, it managed to effectively take your mind off of Charlie and the entire situation with him, at least for the time being. 

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Steve may have been the one who worked at Family Video, but you knew that place so well it was almost as if you worked there too. His almost never-changing schedule was practically seared into your brain, and you knew the exact times the place was always busy and the moments when it was pretty much dead aside from a handful of random customers.   

Somehow Fridays at noon were one of the store’s emptiest times. 

Steve was standing behind the counter sorting through movies on a cart when you walked in. 

“Hello,” You smiled at him. “I come bearing one not-at-all overdue copy of The Breakfast Club and very fun news.” 

Steve was quick to smile back when he saw you, but it dropped when it seemed as if he remembered something. “Shouldn’t you be in your Psychology class right now?” Just like you knew his schedule like the back of your hand, he knew yours. “Your parents will find a way to blame me if you’ve dropped out of school, y’know.”

“My professor canceled last minute; her sister went into labor. So, don’t worry, you won’t be hearing any sort of lecture from my parents,” You answered as you dug in your bag for the movie. 

Steve grabbed it from your outstretched hand and placed it on the cart before looking back at you. “What's your news?” 

“Okay, so remember when we were ten and on that cruise, and you liked this random girl from New Jersey— Rebecca, I’m pretty sure her name was?” You said. “She was sixteen, completely unattainable, but I still tried to help you talk to her.” 

That cruise was actually when you and Steve met. It was a very weird serendipitous kind of moment where your parents bumped into his at the buffet one of the first few days and found out that they not only lived in Indiana, but in a town that was two over from yours, and they even had a son that was the same age as you. 

You had been somewhere sitting by the pool when this romcom-esque “meet cute” happened, but when your parents found you, they introduced you to Steve. Although at first, it felt like a friendship that was being forced upon you both, it was still nice to have someone other than your parents— actually, someone better than your parents— to hang out with on the ten-day trip. 

You beat him countless times at air hockey at the arcade onboard and the two of you spent most of the nights successfully sneaking into the “club” that was only meant for kids fifteen and up— which was where his crush on Rebecca began and subsequently ended.

“Yes, I remember that, not my finest moment. But, I also don’t blame her, it probably would’ve been weirder if she wanted to flirt back to a ten-year-old,” Steve responded and then furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, I’m confused, though. Is your news that you found her or something?” 

You immediately shook your head at his question. “No, what I’m gonna say actually has nothing to do with that, but I wanted to remind you of how supportive I was of you during that time, and how supportive you should be of me right now with what I’m about to say.”

“I’ll always support you,” He didn’t hesitate to tell you. “Unless you’re pitching the matching tattoos idea again. And then, in that case, I guess our decade-long friendship will have to end here.” 

“One day I’ll eventually convince you to do it; mark my words. And the tattoo will be one of those stupidly cringey ones where we each get a flower with the other person’s name blooming out of it.” 

Steve did nothing but groan and shake his head at you, which only made you laugh. 

“But, anyway, my actual news is that we’re having a party tonight,” You said and then continued before he could say anything in response just yet. “Kind of like a housewarming party. I realized that we never really had one.” 

“We did have one.”

You shook your head and let out a sound that was a cross between a scoff and a laugh. “Robin and Eddie coming over on our first night and all of us smoking weed on the fire escape and then falling asleep on our mattresses in the living room because we didn’t have any furniture yet did not count as our housewarming party.”

Steve laughed a bit. “It was very fun, though.” 

“It was great,” You agreed with a nod. “But, not an actual party, so that's why we're having one tonight.” 

Steve only looked at you for a moment and you knew that he was trying to read you. He was the only person that you were certain could completely see through you— he could tell what you were feeling even when it was too hard for you to put those muddled thoughts into words, and he could see right through all of the bullshit you’d spew at times. Sometimes it annoyed you, but most times it felt nice to be so completely seen and understood.

It only took a second for things to seemingly click into place for him. “Is all of this about Charlie?” 

“No,” You immediately answered, but you didn’t even sound convincing to yourself. 

Of course, Steve didn’t believe you at all and he didn’t have to verbally say that for you to know, the unspoken words were clear in the deadpan look he gave you. 

“Okay, fine. Yes, it is,” You said and then sighed as you leaned against the counter. “I saw him today and he said that he was planning to go to this party tonight and he wasn’t that excited about it, but it’s better than doing nothing on a Friday. And then for some insane reason, I blurted out that he should come to my party tonight instead. In hindsight, I probably should’ve immediately backtracked when I said that, but I didn’t and instead, this whole “housewarming party” plan was born.”

“Is there any way I can say no to this?” Steve asked and you quickly shook your head. 

“Sorry, but no. Remember what happened on the cruise. Remember how I tried to be helpful with Rebecca,” You told him as you walked around so that you were behind the counter with him. You began sifting through the cart which was full of movies that people had just returned. “And honestly, I just wanna use this party as a last-ditch effort to see if he likes me, and if not then I’ll just make out with someone else at the party to get over him. So, actually, this is a win-win situation no matter what, and this party needs to happen.”

Steve only sighed in response at first, which made you look at him again. He then was quiet for a moment before ultimately nodding and plastering on the brightest and fakest smile you’d probably ever seen from him. “Okay, fine, let’s throw the best two months late housewarming party ever.”

You smiled back at him. “Thank you.” 

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There were a lot of things Steve wanted to tell you.

One of the main things being how even though he hadn’t met him yet, he knew that Charlie definitely didn’t deserve you basically throwing a whole party for him just for you to see if he liked you back. Also, how actually most of the guys you ended up crushing on didn’t deserve your attention for a second. 

However, he knew that he couldn’t tell you any of that. Not when you’d been there through his ups and downs when it came to dating, and not when you were always supportive; even though a lot of the time it was easy to tell that you weren’t the biggest fan of the girls he went out with.

Early on in your friendship, it was unspokenly decided that bearing through each other’s plethora of shitty relationships just came with the territory of being best friends, and whenever things inevitably went downhill you’d both just be there for each other to pick up the metaphoric pieces.

However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t internally roll his eyes when about an hour into the party he finally did meet Charlie. It was a brief interaction where you introduced them when he entered the apartment and then Steve almost immediately walked away because he knew that you wanted to be alone with Charlie. Well, as “alone” as you two could be with a party that was in full swing around you. 

Your shared apartment quickly became full of at least forty people. It was a mix of people from your classes, the small handful of people from high school that you still sometimes talked to, a bunch of people that Steve knew, and anyone else that Robin and Eddie also wanted to invite. For a party thrown together at the last possible second, you both had to admit that it was a pretty solid turnout.

And also for a party that Steve hadn’t really wanted to have in the first place, he was actually having a good time. He was playing a drinking game version of Uno with Robin and a few others circled around the coffee table; Harold’s cage was placed next to him on the couch for the time being. 

After a second round in a row where Robin won— she was always crazy good at the game— Steve wanted to ask you to join because he knew how much you loved the game, even though you were very bad at it. He was even tipsy enough that he would’ve been fine with Charlie joining in as well.

He looked around, trying to find you, and it was something that should’ve happened in seconds. No matter what, it was always somehow easy to spot each other in any sort of crowded room— how effortless it always was almost felt equivalent to some weird kind of party trick. However, this time, Steve couldn’t find you. 

At first, he thought that that meant that things were going well with Charlie, but when he eventually spotted him standing in the kitchen talking and smiling at a girl who was definitely not you, he had a feeling that things had probably gone the opposite.

“I’m gonna sit out this round,” Steve said to Robin as he got up from the couch. 

The short walk to your bedroom was more difficult than expected because maneuvering through all of the people in the apartment proved to be a battle in itself. He ignored the sign on your door that said “Keep Out!” which you put up right before the party started to discourage people from going into your room and using it as a place to make out or have sex; Steve also had a sign on his door. 

When he walked in, he didn’t see you on your bed or sitting at your desk, or even lying on the floor, so he headed to the door right next to your closet that led to your bathroom.

“Hey, you in there?”

Twenty minutes ago, when you went into your bathroom, you had initially thought that you didn’t want to talk to or see anyone— you wanted to wallow alone and in silence. But, it turned out that hearing Steve’s voice right then didn’t annoy you or make you upset. Instead, it was the exact voice you wanted to hear in that moment— because, of course, Steve never counted as just anyone. 

You were sitting in your empty white tub. The cool porcelain felt nice against the exposed parts of your skin that the dress you were wearing didn’t cover, and you thought that the small confines of your bathroom would be the perfect place to spend the rest of your night; a night that had gone downhill almost too fast.

“Yes,” You mumbled, but it was loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“Can I come in?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Yes. But, please don’t turn on the light.”

“Okay.”

You heard the door open then close and then the sound of the shower curtain being pushed to the side caught your attention and you looked up at Steve. 

“What happened?” He asked. Your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness so you could make out his face fairly well and you could see the concerned look on it. 

“I don’t wanna lie and say nothing, but I also don’t really wanna talk about it right now.” 

“That’s okay,” He said with a small nod. “Can I sit?”

You didn’t verbally answer and instead simply pulled your knees up to make room in the tub for him. He got in, pulling his knees up as well, and for a few moments, it was quiet. You could faintly hear the sound of music coming from the living room, but you couldn’t fully make out whatever vinyl Eddie decided to play on the record player.

“Someone gave us a plant,” Steve told you, breaking the silence. “Housewarming gift.”

“Oh, no,” You responded with a small sigh. You and Steve were probably the least “green thumb” people ever. “It’s gonna be dead in a week.”

“She said it’s a low-maintenance one so we’ll see how true that is,” He said as he shrugged. “Now that I’m thinking about it, though, is it weird that we can easily take care of a hamster, but a plant will barely last a week with us?”

You shook your head. “Harold provides us constant love and affection— even when he’s running on his squeaky wheel at three in the morning, it’s somehow still adorable— a plant does not do that. So, which one are we gonna remember to care for?”

“Very, very true.” 

“At least one person gave us a gift, though,” You said. “Now that I’m remembering that we called this a housewarming party, I’m actually kinda upset that we didn’t get any more presents. Where’s our fancy plates and cookware, or even a nice throw blanket?”

You were only slightly joking with your statement, you would’ve actually loved getting a blanket.

Steve laughed a bit. “If that’s what you wanted then we should’ve invited our moms and their friends.”

“Fuck, we really should’ve done that when we moved in. Such a missed opportunity.”

“I fully think that if we did do that our apartment would look eerily similar to Miss Johnson’s,” Steve said and you could imagine it completely. Frilly white curtains in the living room instead of the black ones that were currently up that blocked out the sun perfectly, and flowery pillows on the gray couch instead of the sage green ones that you found on sale a few weeks ago.

You inwardly shuddered at the thought. “Okay, yes, that’s probably true, but at least we would be using nice plates and not the Mickey Mouse ones we got from that thrift shop.”

Steve jokingly gasped, offended. “I love those Mickey plates, actually.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Just for a moment, it was nice to completely forget about what happened not even an hour ago and what led you to essentially hide away in your bathroom in the first place. 

Things got quiet again and it was the kind of silence that you liked; the kind that made you feel completely comfortable with spending the rest of the night avoiding everything and staying right there in your tub with Steve, and you knew that he would’ve been okay with that too. Even though your bodies would’ve probably started aching after just thirty minutes of being in this position, and he was taller so it would be worse for him, he wouldn’t have complained. 

You focused on the muffled sound of the music playing in the living room. This time you managed to make out the familiar beat of the song; Somebody to Love by Queen. You let out a sigh because that song playing right then somehow felt way too on the nose. 

Steve reached over and lightly poked your knee. “You okay?”

You were so close to pushing the question away again, avoiding the topic and bringing up something else completely— maybe saying that you actually loved those damn Mickey Mouse plates too— but you actually didn’t feel like brushing the topic away anymore. 

“He doesn’t like me,” You abruptly said, voice quiet. “I was tired of trying to read between lines and shit, so I just asked him, and he said no.”

You noticed the sad look cross Steve’s face, which only made a fresh wave of embarrassment and sadness wash over you, but you kept going before he could say anything just yet. “And then to make that whole moment even more embarrassing for me, after he said no he pointed at this girl— I don’t know her name, I think Robin invited her— and asked if I knew if she was single or not.”

Steve’s response of “What the fuck,” was immediate and it was really nice hearing how angry he was on your behalf and it made you smile a bit.

“This past hour has been extremely humbling for me. And I know I said I’d find someone to make out with if things didn’t work out with Charlie, but I’m not even in the mood to do that,” You told him as you leaned back against the cool tub and closed your eyes. “And you wanna know what the worst part of all of this is?”

“What?” “I’m not even drunk right now, so I’ll sadly remember all of this tomorrow.”

You weren’t entirely sure what you expected Steve to say in response to that, but you fully did not expect him to laugh. You opened your eyes and lightly kicked his leg. “Wow, thank you for laughing at my pain.”

“I’m sorry. I am a little drunk right now, so you saying that you’re not is kind of funny because it feels like the roles are reversed,” He said and you slightly hated how right he was. At any party you went to, he was usually the sober-ish one helping you out whenever you drank too much. “Robin and I were playing the Uno drinking game with some people.”

“What? I can’t believe I missed that.”

“We can go play it now. You’d honestly probably win for once since you’re the only one of us who isn’t drunk.”

“Ha ha,” You said with a roll of your eyes as you reached forward so that you could playfully hit him. “I know I’m the worst at that game, but it doesn’t make it any less fun.”

“Okay, come on, let’s go play,” Steve said before standing up, and then reaching his hands out toward you so that he could help you up.

He was trying to cheer you up, you could clearly see that, and you almost took him up on his suggestion. But, the thought of leaving your bathroom or even the comfort of the tub didn’t sit well with you. Mainly since you were unsure if Charlie was still out there and you didn’t want to see him or what he was doing because you knew you’d only feel embarrassed all over again. Yes, it was your apartment and you could’ve easily kicked him out if he was still there, but it felt so much easier to simply stay right where you were. 

You looked up at Steve and shook your head. “I don’t really wanna play, actually.”

Steve sat back down with you. “Okay, I haven’t seen you this upset over a guy in a long time. What is it about Charlie? Why is he so special?”

It only took a second for an answer to come to your mind because it was something that you had actually been thinking about a lot lately but had yet to verbalize it.

“I don’t– I don’t even think it’s really about him specifically. It’s just, I’m so tired of having crushes— of liking a guy and it going absolutely nowhere… I want something real. It’s been what feels like forever, and the last time was with that guy whose name we will never say in this house. And we both know how that horrific relationship ended.” It was rare that you ever talked about that relationship anymore, so hearing you mention it right then— even in just a minor way— actually surprised Steve, it even surprised you a little bit. That relationship was something that went on from the end of your Sophomore year of high school to the middle of Junior year; close to a year of your life that you really wished you could get back because you put up with a lot of shit that you now knew you shouldn’t have.

“I want something good for once, and I thought that maybe I could have that with Charlie. I thought maybe he wasn’t an asshole. But, now I’m back at fucking square one, and it’s just so…” You trailed off with a sigh, not bothering to finish your statement.

“It’ll happen. You’ll find someone. Someone actually good,” Steve told you, his voice was soft and you could hear the sincerity behind his words. 

You let out a sigh and leaned your head back against the wall. “Sometimes I hate talking about relationship stuff with you.” 

“What? Why?” Steve asked. He sounded genuinely confused and for a second you felt bad because there wasn’t supposed to be anything you didn’t like talking about with him— you were best friends.

“Because you can get a date with any girl ever, and you could probably easily be in a committed, serious thing if you wanted to. Meanwhile, I’m getting rejected left and right or falling for complete idiots,” You answered, letting the words fall out and not really thinking about them too much because they just felt way too true. However, once they fully registered in your head, you could feel yourself inwardly cringing. “Ew. Oh, God, I sound pathetic. Please forget I said anything.” 

“It’s not true,” Steve told you with an immediate shake of his head. You almost said “Which part?” but he continued before you could ask that question. “I go on dates, yeah. But, none of them are close to, or are even leading to, something real. Even if I wanted it to, the girls I date don’t want something real with me.”

You considered his words for a second. “Well, in that case, they’re idiots.”

“Charlie’s an idiot too.”

“Cheers to that,” You responded. “God, I wish I was drunk right now.” 

Steve laughed at your words and then opened his mouth to say something. For some reason, you had a feeling that he was going to try and coax you out of the bathroom again, and you were still unsure if you wanted to get up just yet, so you decided to say something before he could. “Do you ever want something serious?”

He was quiet for a second, as if really thinking about your question. “I don’t know… It changes a lot.” You nodded at that before he continued. “Most of the time I think I do, though.”

“Well, with what you just said about the girls you date and with what happened to me tonight, I think you and I are just gonna be alone together forever.”

He let out a small laugh. “I think so too.”

You smiled at him. “And I know that should sound at least a little bit sad, but right now, it honestly doesn’t.”

He smiled back at you. “Yeah, that actually sounds okay.”

Neither of you got the chance to say anything else because the sound of the door opening caught both of your attention. 

“Okay, two things,” You both recognized Robin’s voice before she pulled back the curtain to look down at you two. “One, I really need to pee so I need you both to get out of here, please. And two, Eddie pulled Harold out of his cage and is trying to teach him to do tricks.” 

You groaned as you started standing up. “Oh, God. Not again.” 

Steve followed suit, standing up as well, as he rolled his eyes. “Why is that always his go-to thing to do when he’s high?”

Robin laughed, you easily noticed how tipsy she was. “And what makes it even funnier is that he does this all the time but Harold has not actually learned any “trick” yet.” 

“The day that Eddie somehow teaches him how to “roll over,” I will pass away in shock,” You said as you adjusted your dress, fixing how much it had ridden up while you were sitting in the tub.

You and Steve stepped out of your bathroom to let Robin use it. But, you hesitated to open your bedroom door and let you two step back into the party happening in the rest of the apartment. 

Steve easily noticed your hesitation and his hand found yours, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. “You handle Eddie, and if Charlie is still here, I’ll tell him to leave, okay?” 

You inwardly sighed in relief hearing him say that because, of course, he knew the exact thing you had been worried about.

“Thanks.” There was so much more said in the simple one-word— thank you for reading my mind, thank you for always being able to do so, thank you for being the best goddamn person in my life. 

Steve nodded and gave your hand another squeeze, hearing all of those underlying words and then some. “I have been waiting all night to do this, actually, so thank you. And we’re playing the Uno drinking game after.”

You smiled at that and gave him a quick nod. “Okay.”

You then opened your door and stepped out, giving Steve’s hand a squeeze of your own before pulling away as you started making your way toward Eddie, who was sitting on the couch with Harold in his lap. You pretended as if you were completely unaffected when you briefly noticed Charlie standing in your kitchen and talking to the same girl he had pointed out to you earlier. 

“Edward Munson put Harold back in his cage right now.” 

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[tinfairies]

Could i request Billy Lenz with a reader from the sorority house who's something like his favourite, they have kinda of an estabilished thing, when suddenly reader has to go on an import trip, leaving Billy needy in the house, how would be their sex when they come back?

Never Leave Again

B.L.

He was mad at first. What do you mean you have a family emergency? You can't leave him!

Your poor sorority sisters were tormented the entire weekend. Friday to Monday evening.

Billy took to stealing little things in your room, humping and cumming all over your pillows.

Calling the other girls and threatening to rape and kill them. It's as if it was back to square one.

You'd gotten him to calm down over the months, but now he's reset.

When you return, he's on you immediately. As soon as you step in the door, the phone is ringing.

Of course your sorority sisters beg you to pick up, rambling about how horrible it's been the past few days.

You pick up the phone and immediately hear Billy's raspy voice.

"Dirty slut ran off to fuck someone else huh? Needed to get your filthy cunt pounded by another disgusting piggy?"

You just roll your eyes and smile.

"No, I need to get my filthy cunt pounded by you. That's why I came back. It's all you're good for."

Billy growls through the phone and it abruptly hangs up.

You head upstairs to unpack, looking at the state of your bed. Absolutely disgusting, days worth of jizz paints your pillow cases.

"You filthy whore. I should make you clean this with your tongue!" you yell out, knowing he'll hear you.

Before you could turn around, rough hands were pushing you down, your face shoved into the sticky wet pillow.

"Billy!" you squeal out and start to struggle.

"Shut up! Filthy piggy! This cunt is mine! My pussy, all for Billy!"

He's tearing away your clothes, nails scratching at your skin as he rips the fabric. One of his hands finds your hair, gripping the strands like a vice.

He lifts your legs so you're on your knees. Face down, ass up, completely exposed to him.

His hand comes down on your ass, the sharp pain making you cry out. Your ass hole tightens as he continues his assault.

Soon he's spitting on your cunt and shoving his fat cock into you.

The sudden intrusion burns like a bitch, but you mold to his dick easily and subsides.

Billy's pounding into you, balls hitting your clit, fingers digging into your hip. Three days of pent up anger, frustration a lust are being released into you.

The tip of his cock slams against your cervix, threaten to break into your womb.

He finishes quickly, hot cum spurting into your cunt. Your greedy walls milk him dry, apparently having missed his company.

You'd make a mental note to leave more often, but you fear he'd kill your sorority sisters just to bring you back.

#billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #slashers headcanons #slashers smut #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #slashers #Smut

[rizzyu]

▵▿— Hard Work Pays Off

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn! reader

Category: fluff

Warning: none

Summary: Satoru finally got time to relax with you after coming back from a 4-week-long mission

A/N: have been obsessing over this boi lately. Eyy no you do that too yea i see you

How long has it been?

Your husband took on an important interstate mission from the higher ups a month ago, and you hadn’t seen him since he left for that mission. He did text you between the 1-minute breaks he had. But later on he became so busy that he barely had the time to text you anymore, to the point where you started the get worried. Worried that he didn’t even let himself rest, or maybe something worse happened.

As you sat on the couch in your and Satoru’s shared home, your mind began to wander off again. Recently you were stuck in this cycle where every time you returned home from your missions for the day, you would helplessly think of nothing but Satoru. Guess this was just how much you missed him.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard the doorbell ring. When you cautiously opened the door you a tall figure before you who was none other than Satoru himself. With a tired yet joyous smile on his face, he showed you a bag of your favourite dessert he bought just before returning home. “Darling I’m home.” Without another word, you wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Welcome home, ‘Toru” Your voice starting to break. “You were gone for so long, I was starting to get worried.” “M’sorry, the higher ups are really working me to the bone, y’know?” Satoru snaked his arms around your waist to pull you close. “But I’m home now… we can finally relax together…”

Next thing you knew was Satoru’s long ass body fell limp onto you. You hastily tried to support his sudden weight by adjusting your arms, careful not to completely drop the man onto the floor. “’Toru?” Satoru nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

“’M so tired…” His voice was muffled.

“’Toru stand up straight, I ain’t carrying you.”

“But I’m so sleeepppyyy…”

You sighed in defeat as you mustered up enough of your remaining strength to give the man a scuffed piggy pack. “You big baby…” You plopped him on the couch with a huff. You placed a little peck on his nose before heading to the kitchen to make him something to eat. You found some cake and instant ramen packets. As you were boiling the ramen, two arms snaked around your waist. Satoru pulled you close to him from behind and buried his face in your neck once again.

“’Toru I thought you wanted to sleep?”

“I can’t sleep without you acting as my pillow.”

“Satoru does this mean you haven’t slept at all during your mission?”

Satoru didn’t respond, only watched as you stopped stirring the boiling ramen and turned to make eye contact with him. “I was bweeesyyyy… (busy lol)” You brought a hand up you pat his head. You sighed “Take a quick shower and go to sleep after eating, ok? Can’t have you exhaust yourself under my watch.”

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You sat at the dining table with Satoru as you enjoyed your steaming hot ramen and cake. “Waaa this cake is still so gooood! It’s so sweet and fluffy! Wait, when did you get this??”

“Heh I got this specifically for you while you were still on your mission. I guess I’m just amazing when it comes to buying cakes.”

“And I have good taste in cakes right?”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.”

“Tsk you’re so mean…”

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“Alright since you’re finished with your food, go take a shower. I’ll be waiting for you on bed.”

As Satoru showered, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Satoru acting like a little child after just arriving home. You knew Satoru barely had the time to actually enjoy the trip with so many tasks at hand, so it brought you joy to cheer Satoru up. You thoughts were cut short when Satoru stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his neck and damp bangs falling over his forehead. You’ve got to admit he looks so fucking captivating after shower. It honestly was taking you all your strength to not nosebleed. (I wrote this bc I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.)

“Hey you’re staring…”

You didn’t even notice yourself staring that Satoru until he told you. “WHAAT? No I’m not…” Satoru treaded over and got on bed with you. “Yea you were. Can’t resist my charm hmm?”

Smug bastard.

He crawled over you and caged you underneath him, watching as your cheeks and the tips of your ears immediately turned a pretty shade of pink. “Hey don’t you think this is the perfect time to make out?” “Satoru!” You turned your head to the side. “It’s late, plus you just got back from a mission. It’d be better if you rest now.” Satoru pouted at your response and gave you the most precious puppy eyes. You sighed. “How about tomorrow? If you sleep now, we can do whatever you want tomorrow.” Satoru perked up at your offer.

“Really? Anything I want?”

“Anything.”

With a cute little yay, Satoru laid beside you and pulled you close. You felt his soft lips capture yours. Satoru brought a hand up the cradle your face and tilted it to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he buried his head in your chest. “Then good night baby…” His voice gradually became softer and softer. “Satoru?” You tenderly called out his name before hearing little snores come from his plump lips. He was so tired he fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Cute. You placed a peck at the crown of his head and held his sleeping body close to you.

“You worked really hard didn’t you?” You softly chuckled “Good night to you too angle boy.”

#riyugu writing #yorutenshi riyugu #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader

[anisespice]

tall fem reader?

tall fem reader!!! thanks for the request, anon :)))

hq ver.

pairing: college!tr x tall!fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, suggestive language, reader mentioned in chifuyu’s but not present, mild mild mild cat-call in hanma’s - just crack overall, honestly lol feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: planned to make this a whole x whoever you want type beat, BUT figured just doing a headcanon broken into different heights would be more efficient lol plus MORE CONTENT - gonna make a pt. 2 with some hq men, but for now — t.rev! :))) hope you enjoy <3 !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

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When it came down to a relationship, MIKEY wasn’t shallow enough to let physical appearances stop him from pursuing someone he wanted—He liked what he liked, fuck what anybody else had to say about it. The blonde never had issue with your drastic height difference, seeing it as more of a perk than anything else. His best friend was tall, so why not his girlfriend? It just meant whenever he walked down the street, he’d look like a total badass with his two attractive beanpoles at his side.

However, a lot of the buzz on campus mostly centered around Mikey’s height rather than yours. It never bothered him, but it certainly got you tight anytime someone tried to uplift you whilst putting him down in the process.

“A shrimp like him wouldn’t know how to handle all that leg of yours, mama. Lemme take you out tonight, show you a good time with someone who’s more on your level, whaddya say?”

Barf.

Mikey would merely give them a dead-stare; unbothered king. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to knock them down a size or two.

“First of all, your busted-looking ass could never be on the same level as me. Second of all, where my man lacks in height, he makes up for elsewhere, so he handles me very well, thank you. You’re probably the type to just shove it in without any sort of technique, thinking that’s enough to get a girl to finish. My man won’t bust once until I’ve came up to four times, the fuck can you offer me besides being six-foot? Hm? That’s right, not a damn thing. Remember that next time you talk shit, dirt-neck.”

Read him straight to filth. And God forbid Mikey had his gang with him anytime some scrub tried to spit game, best believe they’d dog the guy until he scurried away in humiliation. It always filled him with great adoration for you wherever you checked someone in his defense, your entire relationship giving off the same energy as that one meme with Kevin Hart’s character being protectively held by the lady. It’d been put in the groupchat a number of times just to tease the delinquent, but he’s unashamed at the fact you could easily pick his ass up. If anything, he was all for it, even requested piggy-back rides from you more often than his right-hand man—Draken’s back appreciates your sacrifice.

Now let someone try and spit game at him.

“Yeah, normally guys feel emasculated when their girlfriend’s taller than them, y’know? I’m surprised you don’t, though. No offense, [_____] just doesn’t seem like a good fit for you. I mean, must be tough to lay in the same bed, or even put her in your lap without feeling smothered or crushed. Wouldn’t it be much better to have someone a little smaller-”

“She could sit on me until my pelvis collapsed, and I would thank her. And, full offense, if I was single, still wouldn’t pick you even if you put a gun to my head. Keep my girl’s name out your mouth, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air let alone be on first name basis. Now, quit wasting my time—Do you have the notes from yesterday’s lecture or not?”

You don’t play about him. He don’t play about you. Period.

And as far as sharing a bed, cuddling or otherwise, Mikey was a sucker for being held like a damn squishmellow. Didn’t matter if you took up most of the leg space, dude would be wrapped around you like a python, so snug and warm you’d be lucky to even escape his grasp for food or the bathroom. Once he’s sleep, he’s SLEEP, and then you become the squishmellow.

“Mikey, I will be right back, turn me loose-”

“Zzzzzz…” out like a light. Drooling and everything, face smushed up against your boobs, just content. You’d think he’d been working the graveyard shift. And God forbid he ended up laying on top of you, sprawled out starfish style…you for sure weren’t going anywhere then.

Even if you expressed this dilemma after he woke up, the blonde merely yawned. “Just pick me up and carry me with you…”

“You’re smoking crack if you think I’m gonna haul your ass with me into the bathroom. I love you and all that, but we ain’t at the stage where I can comfortably use it with you in room.”

He shrugged. “Mm. Guess you don’t have to go that bad. G’night.”

“Mikey.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping…”

A gremlin. But, your gremlin. ♡

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CHIFUYU still can’t believe he bagged you, frfr.

There’d be moments where you’d catch him staring, as if he figured you’d disappear the second he took his eyes off you.

It’d get a little creepy sometimes, but it was endearing all the same. He wasn’t the shortest guy, though he wasn’t the tallest either, and standing next to you was a constant reminder of that. Not that he held any resentment toward you for it, he absolutely loved your height. However, there was always some form of insecurity that would resurface anytime someone called attention to it.

And today, his best friend and co-worker, Baji, would not only be the culprit, but an unlikely source of reassurance.

While they were stocking up inventory, the ravenette couldn’t help but notice the stool his friend was using to put a box in a particular high place. Wearing a mischievous grin, Baji pointed. “Oi. You should take that home with you. That way your girl won’t have to strain her neck when she kisses you.” He snorted, thinking he was the funniest man alive.

Normally, something that lame wouldn’t phase him, but guess today he was feeling a little more sensitive. With a grunt, the former blonde coolly spoke, “Maybe you should shut the hell up, and stock the damn shelves.”

“Whoa. What’s up your ass?” Baji furrowed his brows, walking over to lightly kick at the stool’s metal leg, making it jerk. Chifuyu sharply gasped, latching onto an empty shelf to steady himself. He exhaled, relieved, then shot a glare. But, Baji wasn’t perturbed.

Chifuyu sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine...”

“Fine my left nut. You don’t get short like that unless there’s something on your mind,” not the best way to phrase that, but at least he was genuine. Chifuyu rolled his eyes, coming down off the stool to brush past the ravenette.

“Not in the mood, alright?”

Baji was left standing there, dumbfounded.

The entire vibe had been thrown on its head, and he didn’t understand why. Awkwardly, he went back to assorting through the contents within the nearest box, bottom lip stuck out in thought as he briefly glanced at Chifuyu’s back mere feet away. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He knew not to pry, but curiosity always won gold in the end. Baji replayed the conversation in his head, using his impeccable deductive reasoning to draw his own conclusions.

And then suddenly, an epiphany.

Without a hint of warning, the ravenette quickly walked over and slapped his friend in the middle of his back. Chifuyu yelped, nearly dropping the box in his hands before whipping around to fix Baji with a wide, incredulous look. “T-The hell?!”

“So. She dumped ya, huh? [Sigh] Look man, don’t beat yourself up, a lot of guys fumble the bag from time to time. If ya need a shoulder to cry on…don’t use mine, but ‘tora might let you-”

“Hah?? What are you—[_____] didn’t dump me, dumbass!”

Baji blinked. “Oh. My bad, jus’ figured that’s why you’re in your feelings.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to hit me, then tell me to cry on someone else?” Chifuyu squinted when the arsonist gave a shrug. He sighed again, carefully setting the box down. “It’s not about [______]. Well, technically. The other day we had lunch with a few of her friends. They apparently have been dying to meet me for some time. And things were going great until…”

Chifuyu trailed off, leaving Baji in suspense.

He grunted. “‘till what? Jus’ say it, bet it isn’t even that bad-”

“They were shocked to see her with someone who barely came up to her elbows.”

Silence filled the storage room. Chifuyu continued to keep his eyes trained elsewhere while his counterpart merely stared for what felt like hours, but only seconds. And then…

“Pfft.”

Chifuyu looked up and sneered, blushing furiously as he threw a chew toy from one of the boxes at the fiend. “Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is??”

Baji, to his dismay, effortless caught the toy, even squeaking it a couple times just to annoy him more. Taking a moment to collect himself, the ravenette still wore his sharp grin as he spoke through airy giggles. “So? Who cares what they have to say?”

“I do! They’re [_____]’s friends, everyone knows their approval is just as crucial to the relationship as the parents…if not more.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you’re overthinking this.”

Chifuyu gave a sarcastic laugh, “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“Alright. Lemme school ya on how women operate when they get in their little cliques.” Baji dusted off his hands, missing the eye roll the former blonde gave once again. With his pointer held high, he declared, “If majority of the friend group is taken, they’re just being protective. No doubt they’ve been there for every heartbreak, every fight, ‘nd jus’ don’t think anyone’s good enough for [_____]. Jus’ gotta keep your head down, and don’t give ‘em any reason to be weary. Simple.”

With a slow, skeptical nod, Chifuyu pursed his lips at his fellow delinquent. It wasn’t unlikely, so at least he’s correct in that regard. However, the line between facts and feelings began to blur the further Baji continued.

“But, if majority of them are single, then you’re screwed either way —Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Wow, that’s so helpful. You sure schooled me, Baji-san.”

“‘m serious. You gotta watch out for the single ones in the friend group. They’re all passive aggressive, try to get under your skin, push your buttons. Then, before you know it, they’re in your head, get you so worked up only for them to turn around and play victim, saying you can’t take a joke, and now you’re the fucking bad guy! Classic textbook emotional manipulation—Don’t fall for it. ‘cause they’ve got it down to a science, I’m telling ya.”

Chifuyu’s eyes widen at the sudden intensity that overtook the room, taking a small step back when Baji jabbed his finger at him, as if he were warning him of some conspiracy. “Uh…you good?”

Baji took a moment’s pause. Then, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, got a little carried away. All’s I’m saying is, don’t sweat. Lotta chick’s pick on the best friend’s new fling, t’s like a war tactic—Poking at our fragile egos ‘nd all that. But, seems like you did fine, otherwise you’d be crying all over ‘tora right now.” Baji shrugged.

Chifuyu blinked, now his turn to be dumbfounded. “Huh.”

He frowned. “‘Huh’? I jus’ gave you some killer, black-pilled insight on cracking their code of conduct, and all I get is a dry-ass ‘huh’? Tsk. I’m charging you next time, goddamn freeloader.”

Chifuyu glared, but softened soon after. After taking his words into consideration, the former blonde couldn’t help but feel lighter. “It’s just... didn’t expect that to actually make me feel better.”

Baji scrunched his nose. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Oi, don’t ever doubt my knowledge. It may be selective, but I got it when it counts. Besides, thanks to me you won’t take that stool home after all.”

“I wasn’t planning to take it home in the first place.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, elbows.”

“Hey!”

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“Hey, baby, those legs go all the way up?”

It was moments like this where you detested not being able to blend in with the average crowd. Attention always seemed to gravitate toward you no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, like being covered in honey while trying to walk in front of a herd of bears. And it didn’t help that you were currently wearing heels tonight, accentuating your legs even more in the little, black cocktail dress you sported. You were headed to a party a mutual friend of yours was throwing, and you wanted to surprise your man by wearing the new Jimmy Choos he bought you, knowing how much he loved how your legs with the extra height on them—Evidently, so did the prowling degenerate on the streets.

You had elected to ignore them. HANMA seemed to have other plans as he came to a complete stop in his tracks, slowly turning around to walk up on the moron who had the nerve to open his mouth. Low, golden eyes gazed down at the waste of space, face calm but a murderous aura oozed off him like pheromone, suffocating the slimy bastard into submission as he attempted to shrink away. But, he wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his face. “Could’ve sworn I just heard you cat-call my girl right in front of me. But, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that. Right?”

The guy nervously looked back for reinforcements but his buddies were already long gone. Hanma’s grin immediately dissolved from his face, kissing his teeth before grabbing the guy by the front of his collar and twisting. “Fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Hanma wound his arm back, dead set on knocking the guy into an early grave until you intervened at the last second. By grabbing onto the balled up fist, you brought it to your lips to place a tender kiss on the inked skin. You felt his muscles relax, but he still held the offender by his shirt, only slightly playing attention to you cooing in his ear.

“Baby, you promised no fighting tonight, remember?”

“I know, doll, but this fucker,” he shook the guy around in his tight grasp, unhinged grin making its appearance once more at the sound of him blubbering, “deserves to have his shit rocked for even looking at you. I’m just gonna teach ‘em a little lesson about manners, that’s all. I’ll be quick.”

You scoffed, “You and I both know you don’t do quick.”

Hanma snickered. “First time for everything, right?”

“Shuji.”

Tugging on his arm, you were able to redirect all of his focus onto you, sinister eyes melting into sweet caramel as his pupils dilated the second they locked on yours. It always did something to him whenever you came up to eye-level. Sure, you were already pretty tall but the heels nearly had you towering him. It gave him a weird sensation, one that made him want to drop everything and worship you like the deity you were. Especially in situations like this.

Hanma felt like the smaller one for once. It drove him insane.

You fixed him a stern look. “Drop him.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he discarded the guy onto the pavement like an old can, wild eyes eagerly watching you and waiting for your next request. Taking his free hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, you led the rest of the way by pulling him from the nobody now cowering near a bush, no doubt rethinking his life choices while you kept onward to your destination. You didn’t get all spruced up to not be seen tonight, and you’ll be damned if any more time got wasted on some loser he’d put in a coma after one hit. After a short moment of silence, you expected Hanma to be mad at you for not letting him knock someone’s teeth loose. But when you glanced back at him, you should’ve known you’d be greeted with absolute smugness as you shook your head in mirth.

You elected to ignore the obvious tent in his pants…but he’d surely plan for you to do otherwise later on.

#🍁allspice #🍁wasabi #CALLING ALL THEE STALLIONS 🗣️ #*posts and runs* #tokyorev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tr x reader #manjiro sano #matsuno chifuyu #hanma shuji #mikey x reader #chifuyu x reader #hanma x reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: The catwalk scene is from FOI, I wrote from Chrissy's perspective. Tw: Child abuse.

Prologue

January 1980

Chrissy really hadn't wanted to do the Talent Show. No, that was all for her mother, who was always looking for a reason to humiliate her. Nothing Chrissy ever did was good enough for her, including the routine she has just done that was created entirely by Laura. The only reason she had messed up was because she had been so hungry, and she nearly fainted. Chrissy had managed to escape up to the catwalk to avoid being criticized by her own mother only to find that she hadn't been the only one to think of it. A boy only a couple of years older than her was sitting up there, looking down at the audience. He was wearing a flannel shirt, and he had holes in pants. His head was buzzed, and she could tell that his big brown eyes were searching for someone. He was kind of cute. Knowing her mother would disapprove, Chrissy sat down next to the boy. Chrissy fought back the smile when he jumped.

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked.

Chrissy could see the doubt in his eyes. Why would a girl like her talk to a guy like him? She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile, and he snapped out of it.

"My dad," the boy replied.

"Where is he?" She asked and started looking for him as if she knew what he looked like, but the boy just shrugged. "He didn't come?"

Chrissy felt envious for a moment, wishing her mother hadn't come at all. She knew that not everyone's parents were like hers.

"He's just running late," he replied.

She didn't know why she did it, but she wound up lying to the boy. How could she possibly tell him that she was hiding from her own mom like a coward?

"I came up here to look for my mom," she replied.

"She's running late, too?" He asked.

"I wish. She's right there," Chrissy said wrinkling her nose and pointing her out in the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said and Chrissy smiled.

"Me too," she whispered.

"My band's up next," he said. "Uh."

"Break a leg," Chrissy told him. "And - "

"Eddie."

"Eddie, if your dad gets held up, I'll cheer for you," Chrissy said as she shook her arms about.

"Right back atcha," Eddie said, wincing, and Chrissy giggled.

Chrissy, unfortunately, had to face the music like Eddie was going to. She went down to the audience to watch Eddie, and she couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of him. He was so passionate. . .so free. . .she wished she could be like him in that moment. When he found her eyes in the crowd, she stood on her chair and cheered for him when he finished. Laura hadn't liked that and dragged her to the lobby to lay into her about her behavior.

"I only messed up because I was so hungry," Chrissy cried.

"Nonsense, you had lunch," Laura said.

"Not enough, mom," Chrissy replied.

"You have an eating problem, Chrissy," Laura said. "I'm only trying to help you. You don't want to be a little piggy forever, do you?"

Laura pinched her cheek, and Chrissy scowled before biting down on her hand.

"You're my problem!" Chrissy shrieked, and then she ran off, hiding in the coat closet.

She thought for sure that no one was going to find her until she heard the sound of footsteps and voices.

"I spoke too soon when I told the mayor that I didn't need to be here," the familiar voice of Chief Hopper sighed. "Now, we've got a missing kid."

The door opened, and she saw the Chief reaching for his coat. He grabbed it, revealing her face.

"Don't tell my parents I'm here," Chrissy sniffled. "Please."

"Why don't you want me to call your parents?" Hopper asked, kneeling down.

"My mom won't let me eat! The only reason I messed up my routine was because I was so hungry and I got sleepy, so I tripped!" Chrissy sobbed. "And when I told mom that I was hungry, she pinched my cheek and called me a piggy."

"Is that where she pinched you?" Hopper asked, pointing to her cheek, and she nodded.

"She always does it too hard," Chrissy sniffled as her stomach growled loudly. "I got tired of it, so I bit her. Are you going to arrest me?"

"If I'm going to arrest anyone, it's probably going to be your mom," Hopper said. "Let's get you something to eat."

Hopper held out his hand, and she looked at him for a moment before slipping her hand into his. She grabbed her coat and let him help her into it.

"CHRISTINE CUNNINGHAM!" Laura's voice shrieked as she moved through the lobby.

Laura went to grab Chrissy, but Hopper pulled her gently behind him. Her mother looked affronted at his audacity, and Chrissy couldn't help but smirk.

"I think you and your husband need to go down to the station to answer a few questions," Hopper said. "I'm going to get some food for your daughter."

"I don't know what she's been telling you, but she's lying. Kids say the darndest things for attention," Laura said.

"So, you haven't been starving or hurting her?" Hopper asked.

"She had a big lunch. She doesn't need to eat," Laura said.

Just then, Chrissy's stomach growled loudly, proving Laura wrong. Chrissy wanted to look at anywhere else, but at her mother, who glanced down at her in anger. She peaked out from behind Hopper to find Eddie staring at her.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed.

Another officer ended up dragging Chrissy's screaming mother off to another car with her dad following behind her. Philip didn't even bother looking at Chrissy. She stared at them for a moment before climbing into Hopper's car. The entire car ride was silent as he drove her to Benny's diner. They ordered and sat down in a booth.

"What's going to happen?" Chrissy asked.

"That depends on what we find out. We're going to have to set you up with a doctor so we have evidence of what your mother's been doing. I mean, we're definitely going to have to contact social services. Depending on how bad they determine your home life is, they might take you out of the home," Hopper said, and Chrissy tried to stop the smile from forming. "It's okay to be happy about that, kid."

"What if I end up somewhere worse?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that it doesn't happen," Hopper said with a sigh. "But I also can't make you any promises."

"Thank you for being honest," Chrissy said and paused after Benny delivered their food. "She wasn't always like this, you know."

"No?" Hopper asked as bit into his own burger.

"My brother died, and I think her sadness consumed her. She didn't know how to control it, so it controlled her, and then she controlled me. What she did wasn't okay, but I get it and hope one day soon, I'll be able to forgive her. She's still my mom and I love her," Chrissy said.

"You have a big heart, kid. Don't ever lose that," Hopper said, wrapping his knuckles on the table.

Chrissy smiled and bit into her burger. She was starting to feel full for the first time in a while. Hopper, even though he seemed scary, was the kindest man she ever met along with his friend Benny. He was funny, and he even gave her a free milkshake. She knew it was a pity shake, but she accepted it nonetheless. After that, social services were quick to get her out of the home when they discovered that there were locks on the fridge, and the doctor told them Chrissy definitely needed to eat more. Now, the Chief was standing with her in front of the house, her things in his car.

"Claudia's the nicest woman you'll ever meet, trust me," Hopper said.

"I do," Chrissy said.

The minute she stepped into the Hendersons' she felt the difference between her house and this one. Her house had been cold and frightening but this house was nothing but warmth. Claudia greeted her with a sweet smile and kindness in her eyes that Chrissy's own mother never had. Beside her was an eight year old boy with curly brown hair.

"Hi, I'm Claudia, and this is my son Dustin," she said. "Do you prefer Christine or Chrissy?"

"Chrissy," she smiled shyly.

"That works out perfectly. I always call Dustin 'Dusty'," Claudia smiled.

"I like your hair. It's red and blond at the same time," Dustin said.

"It's called strawberry blonde," Chrissy said in amusement.

"Oh, cool. I love strawberries," Dustin said.

"Well, unfortunately, my hair doesn't taste like them," Chrissy said and Dustin snorted. "Ooh, kitty cat!"

An orange cat brushed up against her leg, and she knelt down to pet the cat.

"Oh, that's Mews," Dustin said. "She's mom's cat, really. Mom loves cats."

"I love cats, too! Mom never let me have one, though," Chrissy said as she pet the cat.

"You're going to fit in just fine here," Claudia beamed and put her arm around her. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

As Claudia kept a comforting arm around Chrissy, she realized that she never wanted to leave.

Chapter One

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[bite-sized-devil]

Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

TW: none it's pure fluff. GN! MC (Maybe a little suggestive if you like close your eyes and pretend?)

Mammon

"Come on Mammon, please!" Your voice coming out whinier with every plea that leaves your lips. You'd been begging him to give you a piggy back ride home since you'd both started walking towards the entrance of RAD.

"And why should The Great Mammon carry ya home? Silly human, what's in it for me huh?" The second eldest says with a clearly fake annoyed look on his face.

Fine, if that's how he wants to play, you know just what to do to get him to admit defeat and carry you home. You're sure he secretly wants to do it anyway. Turning your back on him, you pull out your phone.

"Ugh fine! Levi was here today, I'm sure if I promise him a game he'll be m-" You almost finish before Mammon is cutting you off and reaching for your arm.

"N-No, no MC. I'll do it! If anyone should give ya a piggy back it's me! I'm ya first man, aren't I?" The last bit comes out a little more questioning then demanding. Quickly spinning around to face him again you reach out your hand and cup his cheek making him blush furiously. You should have known he would react this way, he's a real softy under that pretend tough exterior.

"Of course you are Mammon, Why do you think I asked you first?" Smiling, you step closer to him, cocking your head to the side and beaming up at him as you say it.

"T-thats r-right." He stammers. His eyes are focused solely on your lips, face slowly leaning closer towards yours.

On tip-toes you lift up and ghost your lips over his. "If you give me a piggy back ride home, I'll let you... Kiss me?"

His eyes flit back up to stare into yours as he swallows loudly. Weighing up whether you're serious or not and deciding not to risk missing out on that particular goldmine.

The words "get on" barely leave his mouth before he's man handling you onto his back making you squeal his name in surprise.

He practically sprints the whole way back to HOL. Only stopping when he gets to your room, dropping both your legs without a word making you clutch his chest tighter so you don't fall on your ass.

"Mammon! A little warning next time maybe?" Annoyance lacing your tone. You let go of him once you steady yourself.

"Yeah, yeah, sure MC." He says hurriedly as he opens your door and drags you inside, the door slamming behind you.

"What's gotten into you Mammon? I thought you only got this riled up about money, it can't be because I said you could kiss me, surely?" You're questions bring another blush to his cheeks. Smiling cheekily up at him as he stands in front of you.

"I-" He beings to stammer but is cut off by your lips connecting with his. Caught of guard by your sudden action he freezes for a second, his lips unmoving against yours. Self doubt creeps into your mind making you start to break off the kiss, maybe he didn't want it after all?

Feeling your hesitation snaps him out of his initial shock, his hands come up to cup your face and he leans in as you go to pull away. You might have had to steal the first kiss from him, but he's never letting you go now that he has had a taste.

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[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- The Start Of A Broken Heart

2011

Part 7

“James!” I squeal running over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s come to LA while we finish writing the Up All Night Album “I’ve missed you”

“Miss you too” he says into my hair. I pull away and kiss his cheek smiling

“Ok so the plan is for today to finish recording Taken, should take us maybe 4 hours, then we can go out for some food?”

“Sure. Sounds good” James replies as I take his hand and walk him to the taxi I came in to meet him at the airport.

The ride to the recording studio is quiet, but I know James is probably tired from traveling. When we arrive Harry and Niall are just heading in with boxes of pizza. I gasp getting out of the taxi

“You got us pizza?”

“Yeah. Got you a chicken sizzler”

“Is that the one with jalapeños?” I ask frowning

“Yeah” Harry replies

“YN doesn’t like jalapeños. She only ever has a margarita” James says in a matter of fact way

“But you said you liked the chicken sizzler last time?” Niall asks confused

“She ate half Liams pizza las time so she definitely likes it” Harry says as we enter the room the other boys are in

“I do don’t worry. Thank you” I take the pizza off Harry and sit down on the sofa. James sits next to me “want a slice”

“No I’m good”

“More for me then” I say tucking into the pizza.

Over the next few hours we recorded the rest of the song before heading out for more food. James holds my hand as we walk down the street watching Louis give Harry a piggy back which makes me laugh

“Thought when you said we could go out for food it would be just us”

“Oh…” I say looking down “I thought that since we all have a day off tomorrow we could do something, just us” I give him a little shrug

“Ok tomorrow it is then”

“Hurry up love birds!” Niall yells

“We’re coming!” I yell back.

Coming home from LA feels so good. Although I’m missing the hot air. We finally finished our first album and will be filming a music video for our first single ‘What Makes You Beautiful’.

James and I met up earlier today and now he’s going out to a house party and sleeping over at a friends house. So dad and I are having a father daughter evening

“Ok what film?” Dad asks bringing some popcorn over to the sofa

“Harry Potter”

“The first one?”

“Duh! We have to start from the beginning before the last film comes out” I say pressing play on the TV remote aa Cookie jumps on to my lap and the film starts.

Half way through the film I get a text off Emma asking if I’m at the house party. Hearing James if drunk worries me a little, but I trust him.

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[palettepainter]

The creative ideas aren't flowing so I'm dumping some what-if muppet related ideas that I think are funny

-So I like to hc that Miss Poggy from the Moopets is Piggy's twin sister and Roowlf is Rowlf's twin brother. Foozie, Kermoot and Janooce are all just coincidental look a-likes (though I like to imagine Foozie and Kermoot being darker shades of green/orange and Janooce has naturally black hair). Roowlf is essentially the entire opposite of Rowlf, a bit of a dog if you will. So this idea is Pianoduet themed but the premise of this idea is Roowlf trying to shoot his shot with Teeth and flirting with him, Teeth is amused but is not buying the flirts. If anything he's more confused at how...well, similiar Roowlf looks to Rowlf. Que Rowlf coming over shoving his brother out of his bar

-As well as not being quite as confident or as laid back as the band Liv is a bit of a brainiac. She loves science! While she's not professor level smart it's still a subject she enjoys. So one day she ends up delivering a package to Muppet Labs (I like to think that they renovated a room in the 2015 muppet studio into their own lab and the running joke is that the room looks so much bigger on the inside compared to the other rooms in the building, like the Tardis). Through some way or other, maybe Liv makes some science related joke or she and Bunsen finish some clever science fact in unison. Liv ends up becoming quite close friends to Bunsen and Beaker and is genuinely passionate about their experiments!....Even if that means sometimes she, in comical fashion as is the trademark of the muppets, gets almost scorched and or turned into a guinea pig.

The band - Lips especially - aren't really all that cool with the idea of Bunsen firing a 'faulty but it's still a work in progress' laser at an apple balanced on Liv's head, thankfully Beaker is more or less there to yoink Liv away from danger

-Penny and Laser both have a weakness for silly jokes of the utmost corniest variety. While Laser would get along with quite a few people at the studio if he ever visited Penny isn't as social as him so she . doesn't have nearly as many friends: So, Penny becomes friends with Fozzie, the king of jokes both good, bad and ever corny one to exist. I'm thinking maybe this could happen when Penny came down to the studio to do some emergency outfit modifications for Piggy because Deadly was out ill, and at some point she stepped out to have a break as Piggy is a hard customer to please. I imagine she stepped outside to have a smoke in the carpark or something, and at the same time Fozzie passes by and spots her. Fozzie would have been searching around the studio while Penny was working trying to find somebody to listen to his new jokes, but of course, most people think they're pretty bad, so hey? Who better to try his jokes on thopen a grumpy face like Pennys!

I'm not too sure how the interacting from here would go, maybe Penny starts off as being pretty blunt but ends up telling Fozzie how her day has just been stressful, then maybe Fozzie admitting his luck hasn't been the greatest either. Perhaps he ends the sentence with one of his newer puns he's been workshopping and Penny's eyes widen. Fozzie coughs awkwardly when he believes Penny's silence means she hates it, but then she starts chuckling and the two end up having a nice chatter and become genuine friends

-I don't have enough for this idea to turn it into a full fledged story so perhaps I'll keep it as a comic, but Liv's parents meeting the band. Liv probably told her parents about the band and her new job as their technician shortly after she got it, and then they surprise her by showing up to one of the bands concerts to see her. With how famous the band is and with all the chaos they get themselves roped into, unintentionally or not, I can imagine both of Liv's parents giving them the cold shoulder at first. Awkward, comical tension at first but eventually they become friends

#Dis all I got so far #I got more ideas in my phone but that's charging rn so you get these fresh outta the oven #Muppets #The Muppets #ideas

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Fifteen - Going Nowhere

Rachel piggy backed you out of the club and bundled you into a taxi with everyone else to head back to Mary’s house because according to the others, it’s the biggest. Everyone found a bed, you and Rach took the sofa but your eyes weren’t ready to close just yet and asked if you could use the hot tub, Mary said yes but to be quiet. Leaving your clothes at the door you both creeped out to the garden in wearing your underwear and lowered your bodies into the warm pool, feeling the warm bubbles coat your bodies was bliss. Sinking onto Rachel’s lap to kiss her, “have I told you how beautiful you are today?” she said clutching your face “well it’s after midnight sooo… no” you giggled “how did I get so lucky?” she whispered stroking your cheek as you watched a tear roll down from her eye. You wiped it away asking what was wrong “Nothing baby… they’re happy tears” a small forced smile appeared on her lips “after dad passed I didn’t think I would ever be happy again but then we won the Euros and although I was so happy, I was sad he was missing out on the highlight of my career… but then I found you. Now when I look up to the stands, although I don’t see him, I do see you and I never want to not see you there. I don’t wake up sad anymore, I wake up smiling every day, I go to bed smiling every night and I never want to lose that” as she finished her sentence more tears came pouring out as she rested her head on your shoulder. You took a few moments to think about what to reply “do you wanna know what I said when Millie asked where I saw us going?” Rachel nodded “I said, if it was up to me…” you paused as you pulled her onto your lap and took her head in your hands. “I’d marry you tomorrow” you told her honestly as her eyes widened “I’m not going anywhere” reassuring her as you wiped her face. Rachel took a sharp breath in hearing you say that, you saw her noticeable gulp… “I’m so in love with you (y/n)” she announced with you both smiling “I’m madly in love with you Rachy” as you placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Do you wanna know the best bit?” lifting her off you leaving her legs still draped over yours “dad’s watching” you squeezed her as she looked up at the millions of stars above. She laid her head on your shoulders “he’d be so happy right now” she whispered “he is baby, look they’re all twinkling” as happy tears left both of your eyes you sat there looking up at the sky until the sun began to rise. You got out of the hot tub to dry off then you carried her to the sofa where she fell asleep on your chest.

You woke up around midday to the murmurs of the others standing in the kitchen talking “look at them, you can’t tell me they’re not in love it’s so obvious to everyone” you heard Beth say. They were looking at the back of the sofa so couldn’t see your eyes open, you just laid there listening to them stroking your girl’s hair until her eyes opened as well, you put your finger to your lips for her to be quiet and moved your eyes towards the kitchen so she got the jist. “We’ve never seen (y/n/n) like this, she’s so happy all of the time you can tell how in love she is from the way she looks at her!” you heard Katie say, Rach leant her forehead against yours smiling uncontrollably “They’re just trying not to rush things too much, they only met not long ago, obviously they love each other they don’t need to say it because they both know” Millie said supportingly.

“We said it last night actually!” Rachel blurted out, you both giggled to each other as they all came running to the sofa “tell us everything!!” your besties shouted at the same time “who said it first?!” Mary quipped. Millie didn’t say anything and just sat on the arm of the sofa with her hand on the back of Rachel’s head smiling for us. It meant so much to have such supportive people around you. “(Y/n) said she’d marry me tomorrow” “omg you told her!” Millie said excitedly “then Rach said she’s in love with me” you exclaimed “then (y/n/n) said she’s in love with me too” Rachel finished softly stroking your face. “I’m so glad you’re happy Rach, you of all people deserve it” Millie said as she bent down to kiss both her friends on the head. “Yeah we’re so happy for the both of you” Beth said. Georgia crouched down to your level “I hope you know we’re not letting you go to Aus until you tell us all the details”. Everyone’s mouths dropped as she said that and all at once exclaimed “you’re coming to the World Cup?!” You confirmed this and the girls got excited “this is gonna be soooo much more fun!” Mary already planning the TikTok’s “how’s that gonna work Rach?” Millie asked bringing us back down to earth. Rach explained she was going to talk to Sarina today to see what they can do to get you on the same flight and in the same hotel and assured you she’ll make it work. Millie said she’ll go with her and plead your case which was nice.

“Right guys you’ve all gotta go cause I’ve got lots to do today” Mary announced. You all collected your things and left the house. Rachel and Millie were heading to Sarina’s office and you took Georgia and Katie home. You both spoke to your friends about your evening, not leaving out any details.

Part Sixteen - Branded

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[janetbrown711]

Our Trio's Down to Two

Mei realizes Tang and Pigsy are acting weird on a day Pigsy's planning on closing the restaurant early. Clearly, this means a thorough investigation must occur, even if she has to do it all by herself in the rain.

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Mr. Tang and Mr. Piggy were acting weird, Mei could feel it in her bones.

As she worked with MK on cleaning up around the restaurant, she’d peek around corners or glance at the pair to find them all smiley and laughy– especially that Mr. Tang. Then again, Mr. Piggy didn't seem all that stoic either.

It was weird.

Like– right now, for example. Mr. Piggy was all cooking and cleaning but Mr. Tang had come in and specifically said he needed to work on that one big important paper thingy he was always working on, but instead, his laptop remained inside his bag and he was just looking at Mr. Piggy. Seriously– not even pretending– what was up with these two?

“Hello? Earth to Mei,” MK waved a hand over the girl’s suspicious face. “Mr. Piggy’s gonna yell at you if you keep not pretending to clean.”

“Well Mr. Tang isn’t pretending to study, so that just seems like equality,” Mei crossed her arms.

MK gave his friend a look, so she huffed and grabbed a rag she dunked in hot soapy water and immediately slapped onto the table, causing water to go everywhere.

“Mei!” MK laughed.

“That’s what you get for actin’ like such a dad,” Mei stuck her tongue out.

“Mei! MK! Stop goofin’ around– I’d like to close at a reasonable pace” Pigsy scolded from the kitchen, and Tang nodded to himself in agreement.

Mei saw an opportunity.

“Well what about Mr. Tang? All he’s doing is staring at you! Isn’t he s’pposed to be working?” Mei put her hands on her hips and the scholar immediately turned ten shades redder and tried to bury his head in his scarf.

“Mei—” Pigsy chided intensely.

“I’m not wrong,” Mei scoffed.

Pigsy rubbed his forehead. “Get to work, and please don’t harass Tang.”

“Ah, I should get going anyways– gotta freshen up for tonight,” Tang tried to wave off the embarrassment.

Pigsy nodded. “Alright, be safe.”

“Will do,” Tang smiled that weird smile he kept having before he turned to MK and Mei. “Bye you two!”

“Bye Mr. Tang!” MK waved, but Mei just squinted at the man until he left, but Pigsy ignored her and got back to work.

MK sighed, “Mei– why–?”

“Because Mr. Tang and Mr. Piggy are being weird– don’t you see it?” Mei said in a hushed tone.

MK blinked. “Uh… no. Pretty sure they’ve been like this since day one.”

Mei huffed. “Yeah but like– they’re not acting normal– they’re weird.”

“Maybe their normal isn’t everyone’s normal,” MK shrugged, but also looked at Mr. Tang and Pigsy with a suspicious eye.

“Mr. Piggy’s closing the restaurant early tonight– and Miss Gatita is babysitting????? That’s weird. This is weird, MK,” Mei pointed out.

“That’s true– this is weird– I didn’t think Mr. Piggy would abandon us for– well… awhile, at least,” MK looked away.

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s weird for him to have plans– plans that he’d close the restaurant for,” Mei decided to scrub the table since Pigsy was about to finish an order and would see them.

“Yeah, I guess it is weird,” MK copied her motions. “But what’re we supposed to do about it?”

Mei didn’t have an answer for that. Part of her thought about stopping Pigsy– making him stay home by pretending to be sick or something– but it was clear whatever he was planning, he was excited for it. It bugged her he was loose on the details, but she wouldn’t take it away from him. She just wished he’d tell her what because frankly the curiosity and strange behavior was eating her from the inside.

Also she needed to know what Mr. Tang’s role was in this weirdness. And why he left. And why Mr. Piggy knew what was “tonight”. And why that needed freshening up. And why Pigsy wanted him to be safe– wait, no– that one made sense. Everything else didn’t though, and required thorough investigation.

No time for that now though, so she and MK just shrugged and got back to work.

After a half hour, their guardian gave them new orders to start wrapping up since that was going to be their last customer of the night. glad she could finally be done with this and move on with her day, Mei scrubbed tables extra extra hard and swept the floors with incredible vigor that left Pigsy impressed when it was done.

The ride home was swift as always, and MK and Mei flopped onto the couch in a matter of moments while Pigsy changed.

"He's changing MK-! This is serious," Mei shook MK's arm once Pigsy was out of the room.

"Maybe Pigsy's seeing a play or somethin' and had an extra ticket so invited Mr. Tang," MK still was not grasping how truly odd this situation was.

“Mr. Piggy never offered to take us to a play or movie! That’s weird!” Mei pointed out.

“Okay fine- maybe–” MK threw his hands in the air, “But i dunno what we’re supposed to do about it.”

Mei harrumphed and thought about it. “We could follow ‘em.”

“Are you crazy???” MK exclaimed.

“What if they’re being kidnapped or something? What if this is all a ploy by demon tigers who want to eat their flesh? Wouldn’t that be our responsibility to look out for them?” Mei put a hand on MK’s shoulder.

MK shook his head. “How would us being there help with tiger demons?”

“Easy, I go all Dragon Horse Girl on them like last time,” Mei said like it was no biggie.

“But if they’re returning that means it didn’t work for long and now all of us are dead,” MK pointed out.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Mei shook her head.

“H-hey! I was just tryin’ to–” MK sighed, “I dunno. I-i don’t like being out late.”

Mei frowned, sensing that whatever reason he had, it was some personal biz, so figured not to push. Plus, she didn’t really get the chance to, as right then Mr. Piggy emerged, dressed in black slacks and a shirt Mei couldn’t detect the fanciness of because he hid it behind a bomber jacket.

“Gatita here yet?” He asked, looking around for his keys.

“Do you see her?” Mei snarked and Pigsy gave her a look. Curse the girl’s stupid luck though, as right then the doorbell rang, to which their guardian opened it and revealed the strangely majestic lawyer.

“Mr. Zhu, it’s a pleasure to see you in better circumstances,” Gatita smiled at the chef as he let her inside.

“Uh– you too,” Pigsy replied and closed the door. “So– um– I’ll be out at the theater until 10, so just keep them alive until then.”

Gatita chuckled. “Trust me when I say I’ve had a lot of experience with chaotic– children, so there’s nothing to worry about here. You go enjoy your night.”

“Well I just– make sure they’ve brushed their teeth and stuff before bed too– and MK likes hearing stories about the monkey king, so if you have any–”

“Oh I have plenty, don’t worry,” Gatita laughed to herself, clearly confusing the pig demon.

“Rrrright,” Pigsy looked at her but the lawyer was still laughing wistfully. “Well, anyways– I’m gonna go talk to ‘em before I leave,” he informed and headed over to the couch, where Mei instantly turned around and started acting like she wasn’t just eavesdropping big time.

“Pigsy, do you have to go?” MK pleaded with the chef.

Pigsy chuckled a little sadly and ruffled his hair. “It’s one night kiddo– I’ll be back before you even wake up.”

MK nodded with solemn acceptance and the pig turned to the girl instead.

“You gonna be alright kid?” He asked.

Mei eyed him up and down, spotting what might’ve been a tie around his neck. She glared at it for a second before huffing.

“How often you plan on doin’ this whole leaving thing, hm?” Mei asked.

“Mei– It’s not like that,” Pigsy frowned.

Mei scoffed. “Just go enjoy your night or whatever– I’m used to being handed off.”

She glanced at Pigsy just long enough to see the stupid heartbroken look on his face and it was enough to make her regret how harsh she was being– how much of a brat she was.

Before she could speak again, Pigsy sighed and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t stay up too late.”

She nodded numbly along with MK and with a sigh their guardian left.

Miss Gatita hummed, dusting her hands off on her spotless white skirt– which was embroidered with pink lotuses in truly immaculate detail– before clapping her hands. “So… what would you two like to do?” She asked with a smile, approaching the couch.

“I wanna watch Monkey King the Animated Series!” MK shot his hand up and Gatita laughed.

“And you, Mei?” She then asked the girl.

Mei was used to this song and dance by now– granted, it was never with a strangely magnificent lawyer, but she knew she wasn’t actually interested. “I just want to go to bed.”

Gatita raised an eyebrow. “It’s barely seven. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to play a game or swap stories or bake peach cobbler, or– um– what do children like…” She whispered that last part to herself. Mei tried to share a look with MK but he wasn’t bothered.

“I’m sure, Miss Gatita,” Mei said before the lawyer could talk. She and Gatita shared a long look, and for a second Mei wondered if she could read her mind and knew she was up to something– but that was impossible because Mei was a total pro.

“If you’re sure, Miss Long. Just remember that I’m here if you want to talk about things,” she smiled softly, and Mei felt a weird calm sensation wash over her.

“I… uh… sure. G’night MK,” She nodded to MK before getting up and heading to her room, glancing at Gatita.

There really was something strange about that woman, but Mei seriously couldn’t put a finger on it.

Whatever, she had better things to do.

Carefully the girl crept to her bedroom door where she very loudly opened and closed it, before creeping her way to a safe observation point to wait for her chance to book it into the night.

MK sighed. “Maybe I should go to bed too, Miss Gatita.”

“Oh nonsense, MK. Your dear friend just needs some space and time to figure things out on her own,” Gatita patted his shoulder. “How about instead of watching a show I have a slight feeling you already have memorized, we play a little card game, hm? And while we play I can tell you some exclusive stories about the Monkey King only a small handful know about,” She winked.

“Woah-! New stories?! Wait– you aren’t gonna make them up are you?” MK asked cautiously.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, MK,” Gatita smiled and Mei just wanted to barf at the blatant falsehood of it all.

“O-okay! Cool! How much do you know about the Monkey King? Cuz I like to think I’m a bit of an expert and I might already know some of these stories so I’m just–”

Mei decided MK’s ramblings meant she could move on unheard, and so after slowly twisting the knob, she flung the door open before closing it bit-by-bit, and slipping out to the elevator. It arrived rather quickly and she quickly told the liftman to take her to the lobby as she tried to ignore her guilty reflection.

Did she feel bad for leaving MK behind? Oh yes, absolutely. Did she feel terrible for maybe souring Mr. Piggy’s night out? Yeah, she totally did– but it was fine, this was fine. Mei was just gonna go see what was up and once she made sure things were okay– if they were okay– it’d be fine and she’d go back home.

Head out, check on Piggy, then go back in. Simple as that.

Once she was at a lobby, she scoured for a map of the city, realizing to her dismay there was more than one theater. However, after asking a bellhop which one was the cheapest, she realized they were probably at this one “experimental shadow puppet theater” downtown, and so Mei was off.

The sun had almost fully set by now, and Mei yet again realized she didn’t have a jacket, and unlike before, there was no sun to warm her now.

“This is fine, Mei. Walkin’ alone in the cold in the dark is a-okay, you’re fine,” she muttered to herself, smiling courteously at strangers so they didn’t question her as she kept marching on.

…

It started raining.

Nothing awful, of course, but enough for Mei not to find it funny or all that pleasant. It also threatened to ruin her map, and so Mei had to try to memorize the streets she was turning on and hope she could find a covered bus stop if she really needed to look at it. At least it meant far less strangers were on the street, so there were less people for Mei to be forced to talk to.

Mei ended up walking six blocks west, one block north and another block west before she arrived at her location, where she even caught a glimpse of Mr. Piggy and–

He WAS with Mr. Tang!!!!

If Mei had less restraint she would’ve started shouting at them right then and there, but instead she hid behind the stairs and waited for them to go in before creeping up and going in.

Mei was grateful to be out of the rain, of course, but once she was inside, the AC kicked in just cold enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Oh– hello miss? Do you have a ticket?” An usher stopped her from just booking it inside.

“Oh, well, see, my father is inside already and well– the only reason I’m not with him is because I forgot my uh– umbrella-! And so I looked everywhere for it, not realizing he left, and I bet he’s already inside, so if you don’t mind I’m just gonna get on in, thankyouverymuch,” Mei squeezed quickly past so the usher had no time to ask for further question, and entered the main showroom.

Curse her stupid luck, there weren’t a lot of people there, and Piggy and that interloper were seated pretty far back so she had to hang out by the door to avoid detection– and worst of all she could hear their stupid little conversation despite her wanting to ignore it.

She eyed them as they sat and laughed and ate their stupid little snacks on the bench. Those ought to have been her and MK’s stupid little popcorn and soda– this was a completely child friendly experience! How dare they leave her and MK behind, quite frankly. They were absolutely delightful children.

As she observed, the lights started to dim, and a spotlight went onto a shadowy figure– the narrator of whatever the heck this was. Thankfully Mei’s eyes adjusted to the dark in no time so she could continue her snooping as he began saying something about heroes and warriors and suns and moons.

“Wow, how do you think he gets the shadows to look like that?” The stupid scholar man asked her guardian with a whisper.

“Oh– well, i think the program said somethin’ – we can look at intermission,” Pigsy replied.

Mei rolled her eyes. These two were clearly disengaged from the theater at hand– why’d they even bother going out at all– especially without–

Wait a minute.

Piggy was wearing a white button down and tie, and Tang wasn’t in his regular changpao. No, he was in a fancy schmancy tang suit coat– which was stupid quite frankly because Tang in a tang suit? Puh-lease, talk about a try hard! Not to mention Tang was a stupid name, so frankly this was just sad and desperate.

Wait, but what was he desperate for–

“Is it just me, or are you also getting an ‘ex boyfriends’ vibe from this play?” Mr. Tang snickered and Piggy tried to hold back a laugh.

Boyfriends? Oh wait–! She knew that was a thing. Her parents told her that sometimes instead of a man and a woman dating, two women or two men would—

Holy Frickin Dragon of the Western Ocean.

They were dating– This was a date-! They were gonna kiss-! Maybe they already have-!

How long did they think they could hide this from her and MK?! Why, Mei oughta–

“Talk about a total sap– he sounds just like you, Pigsy,” The scholar suddenly grinned at the chef.

Pigsy gasped quietly. “I’ll have to kill you for that.”

“Uh-huh. And what would you tell the police?” Mr. Tang smirked, making Mei growl.

“That some twink wouldn’t stop makin’ fun of me and also robbed me on a daily basis,” Mr. Piggy smirked right back.

“Oh I see how it is,” Tang leaned in close to Pigsy.

“Do you now?” Pigsy chuckled quietly.

“Oh yes– you just want your money's worth,” Tang leaned in and they kissed.

Friggin fireballs below, they kissed– Nope– nopenopenope, Mei couldn’t do this actually.

“Close, but not true,” Pigsy kissed Tang’s cheek.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Believe it or not, but I like you, and wanted a break from all this parent stuff– and seeing some emo idiot do puppets seemed like a good option.”

Mei’s heart sank as Tang laughed and whispered something else before they were shushed by people across a few rows.

“Oh excuse me, miss, I think that’s–” A man tapped her shoulder and Mei immediately jumped and ran out of the theater, back into the rain. Fighting back a lump in her throat, she sat defeated on the steps, frustrated but not surprised that it began to pour.

Instead, she stared vacantly at neon lights across the street and wondered where oh where she went so wrong– seriously– like– was she too mean about his mother? Did he hear any of that? Or was it how she was always needing bribes to do things. That was kinda bad of her, but she thought Mr. Piggy liked it too– she’d stop if he didn’t. Mei could be good without reward, she swore– she just–

“Woah– are you alright, little girl?” A low, gruff voice asked.

Great. Another stranger.

“M’fine,” Mei said, her voice cracking as she realized she was crying. She went to wipe her face with her sleeve, but the rain made that utterly pointless– that was, until the rain suddenly stopped pouring on her and–

Oh, the stranger was holding his umbrella over her.

“T-thanks, Mr–” Mei looked up at the nice man, startled to find he was real big and blue and holding a kennel.

“Mr. Sha,” The man smiled softly, taking a seat next to her on the stairs.

“...Mei.”

“Hello, Mei,” The stranger said. “Are you lost? I can take you to a police station.”

“N-no! Never the cops– not the cops,” Mei shook her head.

“I hear you there,” Mr. Sha chuckled good naturedly. “Are you lost though?”

Mei sniffled and shook her head. “I-i came to find my– uh–” She glanced at the stranger– “...dad, but he was with some guy.”

“Oh dear– do you think he’s cheating on your other parent?” Mr. Sha asked softly.

Mei shook her head again. “No– h-he’s single– or I guess not anymore… he just didn’t tell me ‘n MK.”

“I see,” Mr. Sha stroked his long orange beard. “Why does that upset you?”

“Because he friggin’ left us with our stupid lawyer,” Mei muttered, resting her head on her knees. “And Mr. Tang is stupid and Piggy should’ve stayed home with us because we’re cool.”

The man had a flash of recognition he quickly shook away before placing a soft hand on her back. “You know what I like to do when I’m frustrated or stressed?”

Of course she friggin didn’t, he was a stranger????

“N-no, what?” She asked instead of sassing, as everyone had clearly had enough of that.

“I like to hold a kitten,” He winked, opening the kennel door and handing Mei a little blue and orange kitten that did a big stretch before Mei gasped.

“Can I?!” She lit up. The man chuckled and handed over the little guy and Mei practically melted as she began to pet it.

“What’s the widdle guy’s name?” Mei stroked his ears.

“I’m thinking Mo suits him fine,” Mr. Shu smiled. “What do you think?” “I like it. Short and sweet like this widdle cutie patootie,” Mei grinned and the stranger laughed.

“I’m glad he can raise your spirits– I was hoping for a cat that could help me with my emotions too,” he informed her with a fond look.

“Oh?” Mei looked at him, and it was only then the man realized what he had said.

“Ah– well– I’ve struggled a long time with inner demons, and therapy animals help me process those emotions,” He decided to tell her despite his hesitation, which felt strangely nice to Mei.

“Ah, well I don’t think Mr. Piggy would be open to getting me a cat– it’d take up ‘too much space’,” Mei sighed as Mo purred.

“I don’t suppose he would, would he?” The stranger sighed. “It’s a shame– I hear they really do make good companions.”

Mei frowned. “Mr. Piggy doesn’t need another companion, though. He just needs me and MK– Mr. Tang can stay at the restaurant.”

“I see,” The stranger nodded slowly. “Is that what this is about? You fear you’re being replaced?”

“More like ‘handed off’,” Mei huffed. “It’s just– it’s not fair– Like– yeah, Mr. Tang was always there but he never– like– took up our time or took Mr. Piggy away until now– because like– he’s our guardian.”

“Guardian-? What–” The stranger was going to ask something but quickly waved that off. “I assume this is his first time out with this Tang fellow?”

Mei nodded.

“I see,” He nodded all sagely again. “It’s normal to feel jealous or protective of a parental figure who’s entering the dating field, but they aren’t doing it out of spite or because they don’t like you anymore– they’re doing it because even people who love being parents and their families more than anything else in the whole wide world need a break sometimes.”

“I… guess,” Mei muttered.

“However, if you do feel that this Tang is unfair to you or is mean to you and your brother, then perhaps you should bring it up to Pigsy, he may be more understanding than you think,” Mr. Sha pointed out.

“No– Mr. Tang is nice and funny and– wait, I’ve never called him Pigsy, how’d you–”

“Ah– it’s a common name around where I come from,” The man smiled nervously and Mei observed him a moment before deciding that interrogating him would be pointless.

“Anyways– Mr. Tang is really nice– he hates cops too and tells funny stories, I just… I don’t want him taking Piggy away,” She sighed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mean to, Mei,” The stranger said softly. “And I’m also sure that if you asked him, he’d be understanding too.”

Mei stroked Mo’s chin and huffed.

This was not going how she wanted it to. Heck– a part of her wanted to order the gigantic stranger to burst into the theater and totally kick Tang’s ass but that was stupid– she was being stupid.

Mr. Sha watched a car drive by before asking, “Does Mr. Tang make ‘Piggy’ happy?”

“Yeah… he does. He makes him smile all stupid even though he steals his food all the time,” Mei snorted.

The stranger chuckled. “That’s good then.”

“Yeah… I guess it is,” Mei looked down at Mo who meowed at her again.

“Do you think maybe you’ll at least try to accept them dating if it seems to make them happy?” Mr. Sha asked.

“I… guess… maybe,” Mei mumbled. “Mr. Piggy does deserve to be happy and stuff.”

“That’s very kind of you to think, Miss Mei. Pigsy should be proud for raising such a kind young girl,” He looked at her almost wistfully.

“Uh… yeah,” she smiled a little back.

He chuckled. “Are you alright now?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for everything, Mr. Sha– here’s your cat back,” She handed him the kitten, which he placed back in the kennel– whereupon it immediately started to cry for her, which made Mr. Sha laugh.

“Looks like good old Mo here really likes you,” He stuck his finger in the cage and tried stroking the cat’s chin.

“Well I like ‘im too,” Mei giggled.

“Are you going to be okay walking home?” The man then asked.

Mei bit her cheek, looking around before nodding. “Yeah, I should know the way– it’s just a few blocks down.”

“Well in that case– take my umbrella,” Mr. Sha handed it to the girl, who took it with confusion.

“But don’t you need it, sir?” She asked.

“Bah, I’m a water demon, this is my element,” he winked. “Besides, Mo’s already covered and the bus stop isn’t too much further– it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Oh– well in that case, thank you, Mr. Sha,” Mei stood and bowed a little.

He laughed, ruffling her hair kinda like how Pigsy did. “No problem, kiddo. Take care of yourself and that Mr. Piggy, alright?”

“I will,” She smiled. “And you take care of that little cutie, okay?”

“Will do,” Mr. Sha winked. “See you around, Miss Mei.”

“See you, Mr. Sha,” Mei waved and he headed off to the bus stop.

Well… that was nice.

Looks like the night wasn’t a total bust after all, who knew?

Mei headed back to the apartment in much higher spirits, despite being soaking wet and even colder than before (sitting on cold and wet concrete was not doing her any favors). When she had gone in, the security almost thought she was a homeless child until they recognized her pigtails and let her back in and before she knew it she was sneaking back into the apartment like it was nothing.

Except the friggin door was gonna be locked.

Well frick– there was no way around this, was there? Gatita would know she snuck out, see her soaking wet, and then punish her forever and ever. Basically, she was a dead woman.

With a sigh, Mei went to knock on the door, awaiting her deep shame, when the door just… opened.

Did she not shut it all the way? No, no, she had to have… right? She had heard it click, didn’t she???

Mei didn’t have time to embrace her luck– instead she ran to her room, and quickly took a shower to try and get that rain smell out– burying the umbrella deep under her bed with the murdered pillow from earlier that week.

Once out, she changed into green polka dot pajamas and ventured out to the living space again, finding Gatita and MK still sharing stories of that Monkey King guy.

“ –it’s true! That Monkey King had the audacity to show up to the southern ocean just to share ABBA with the bodhisattva!” Gatita laughed. “It was quite the eventful day for both of them.”

“Did her goldfish like it?” MK asked with a laugh.

“Oh yes– and her most loyal disciple Moksa too,” She snickered.

“What was her favorite?”

“Oh, toughie,” Gatita tapped her chin, before snapping– “Take a Chance on Me.”

MK practically doubled over in laughter, which was when the lawyer noticed Mei standing awkwardly in the corner.

“Hello, Miss Long. How was your journey westward?” She smiled, and Mei froze.

“My– uh– room isn’t that west,” Mei chuckled nervously.

Gatita chuckled too. “It’s alright dear, I’m just glad you came back.”

“Huh?” MK looked at both of them.

“Oh, nothing MK dear,” Gatita patted his arm. “Care to join us, Mei?”

Mei shrugged. “I dunno– you got any stories about Ao Lie?”

“Oh do I?” Gatita joked and thought for a second. “Did anyone ever tell you about how he and his cousin Ao Bing once snuck into the royal stables and took two mares and raced them directly into the Peach Festival?”

“Woah! A rule breaker?!” Mei gasped and rushed to join them.

“Ah, more of Ao Bing, but Lie had a fun side to him– though of course, that was when they were both children,” Gatita smiled fondly.

And so, the family lawyer told MK and Mei more tales of Sun Wukong and of Ao Lie until their bed time came and even then, continued to narrate and answer questions as they prepped for bed. She also went as far to tuck MK and then Mei into bed– though she stalled at Mei’s bed a little bit longer.

“Did you learn anything valuable while out on your little adventure, Mei?” Gatita winked.

“Yeah, yeah– Mr. Piggy deserves a break, I hear you,” Mei rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Good,” She patted her arm.

“...Are you gonna tell Mr. Piggy?” Mei asked.

Gatita shook her head. “No need to worry the dear. Just don’t do it again,” she teased again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mei chuckled before taking a deep breath and blurting– “you smell like flowers.”

Gatita laughed. “Lotus. Now get some rest.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mei chuckled and closed her eyes. Gatita was finally satisfied with that, but just as she reached the door, Mei called out– “You’re very pretty, Miss Gatita. And you’re a good babysitter.”

“Thank you, Mei,” Gatita appreciated. “But get some sleep.”

“Aye, aye captain,” Mei saluted before actually obeying and getting some shut eye as Gatita left the room.

A few hours passed while Mei dreamt of horses and dragons and rambunctious adventures until the girl was awoken by the sound of her door creaking, and Pigsy approaching her bed quietly.

“Hey,” She mumbled, wondering what time it was.

“Hey kid,” Pigsy smiled tiredly. “How was Gatita?”

“She was cool; I’ve definitely had worse,” Mei snorted a little which made Pigsy chuckle.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to make you feel ‘handed off’, but–”

“I know, Piggy. It’s okay,” She smiled a little at him. “Even the bestest parents in the world need breaks.”

Pigsy laughed a little. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Oh– just, um– Gatita,” Mei lied.

“Some lawyer, hm?” Pigsy remarked, and Mei couldn’t help but agree. “So… you’re okay?”

“I’m okay if you’re okay, Piggy,” She reached out and patted his arm tiredly.

“Same here, kiddo,” Pigsy placed a hand on her shoulder.

Mei smiled and pondered closing her eyes again, before asking, “Did you have fun with Mr. Tang?”

Pigsy froze. “How did you…?”

Mei giggled. “I know your secret~”

“Okayokayokayokay– Look– I– we–” he sighed. “Please don’t tell MK or let Tang know you know– at least until I tell you to, alright?”

“Ooo, like a special little secret?” Mei grinned mischievously.

Pigsy rubbed his face. “If you tell MK, you’re grounded.”

Mei gasped. “But I wanna be the one to blackmail!”

“Too bad, looks like this demon has the upper hand for once,” Pigsy smirked, rustling her hair a bit as she laughed.

“Alright fine, you win this time, but I’ll get you back,” Mei stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sure you will kiddo,” Pigsy chuckled to himself and headed to her door.

“Wait– Mr. Piggy?” Mei stopped him.

“Yeah kid?” He turned.

“I…I’m really happy you’re happy.” She said, sitting up with a small smile.

“Me too, kiddo,” Pigsy laughed softly. “Me too…”

#lego monkie kid #lmk #pigsy lmk #mei long #mei dragon #sandy lmk #mk lmk #guanyin #my fics #family fluff #tang lmk #freenoodles #dadsy of two au #i love this funky lil lesbian #she's so real

[nothere2010-blog]

the grad student (new chapter)

I got off the scale. Only fifteen pounds to lose. I can do this. I just have to control myself. It will be fine. Besides I can just go eat her out instead of binging. No more being. Huge piggy eating himself into a stupor. 

“Hey man you want some breakfast?”

I looked at the huge spread they had. Greasy, cheesy, sugary, fatty, rich delicious food. Hash browns, pancakes, syrup, eggs, bacon, sausage, donuts. I couldn’t eat any of it without going overboard. 

“No im good. I need to start watching my weight.”

“Your loss. You are really missing out.”

One of my roommates was on a bulk. The other was just starting to fill out.

“You sure we can’t tempt you?”

Danny’s pants were looking a bit snug lately. I mean that wasn’t saying much. He was pretty skinny. I looked again at the food. I could feel myself starting to drool. No no I can’t possibly be this weak.

“No I gotta stick to my diet.”

“Mmm more for us then.”

I bit my lip in envy as I watched Danny plow his way through his food. That should be me. I went back to my room to work on a paper. I could still smell the food. I pictured myself beached on the couch with at least a third of all that food in my gut. Laying there In anguish lamenting over my poor judgement my belly hanging out. I’d be groaning in pain but I’d be the one to finish the donuts. I’d lay there with the box on my stomach pushing them down even when I could no longer taste them. I’d be in hog heaven. Just a total fatty eating his way out of his clothes.

Fuck I’m so horny. I gripped my leftover pudge. Ugh I want this plump and full and my jeans tight. I remembered the bloating. So I got my water and went to work. It wasn’t enough. No matter how much I drank it wasn’t enough to satisfy that itch. 

“Hey guys is there any….?”

“Urrrrrrrrrrrp ooooooof.”

Danny was leaned back in his chair with his belt unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. He was clutching his belly and groaning.

“Did you eat all that?”

“Urrrrrp no of course not.”

He was definitely looking a bit softer lately. 

“Where is Charlie?”

“I don’t know probably taking a nap. He said he would head to the gym again at noon.”

There wasn’t a scrap of food left. 

“Damn.”

“Urrrrrp you are the one who said no.”

“Very true.”

I cursed myself for trying to follow my diet. 

………….

“Hmmm you still got some left to lose.”

I estimated it being about ten pounds left. Just enough to sink my hands into. He still didn’t really have much definition. 

“Ugh I know. Also I thought I would be getting some muscle by now.”

“You have to actually be working out to get muscle.”

I poked his tummy.

“I am.”

“At the gym?”

“I mean I walk.”

“Nah you gotta lift.”

“Ugh but that’s so boring.”

“Too bad. I’m a chest and arms girl.”

“Yeah and a belly girl.”

“Sometimes. But you were losing stamina.”

It was a bit hot when he was all out of shape but not fun with sex.

“True. But you liked seeing me all helpless and greedy.”

He dragged me toward him.

“What’s got into you?”

“I’m so hungry and horny. My roommates had this crazy breakfast this morning and I had to just watch them devour it and stick to my diet.”

“Awww poor piggy.”

“God believe me all I wanted to do was eat myself into a groaning aching mess and lament over my poor judgement. My stuffed belly spilling out my jeans never to be buttoned again.”

“Fuck!”

“What you like that?”

“You know I do. Ugh why do you have to mess with me?”

He started to kiss down my body. 

“I was jealous seeing my roommates starter belly bulging with so much delicious greasy food.”

“Oh fuck why were you jealous?”

He was teasing me like crazy.

“Because I wanted to plump this pudge up.”

He brought my hand to his belly. I squeezed it.

“Yeah you wanted to fatten yourself up?”

He was hovering over my panties now.

“I wanted to feel heavy and greedy and pathetically full. Out of control.”

“Fuck that’s hot.”

“I came here because I needed to eat your pussy in order to stick to my diet.”

He nuzzled my crotch.

“Fuck!”

He was relentless. 

“You taste like honey.”

��Fuck!”

“And you know I have a horrible sweet tooth.”

I couldn’t even formulate a response I just gripped his pudge tightly as he ate me out.

#weight gain story #fantasy feeder #male wg #teasing #denial #feedee encouragement #belly play #wg #chubby #fatty #fat belly

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

Ok so, as we all know, disney should be using the tools they have access to to make muppet versions of all their old films rather than shitty live action versions no one asked for, but they're a tasteless corporation with near to no creativity at this point.

But still, in (dis)honour of live action Snow White now coming into existence, I've thought of some of the casting potential for if they did do a muppets version instead. Let me dream.

First, Snow White would have to be played by the celebrity guest star, but I don't know celebrities so I'll need help with that one.

Secondly, her bio parents would be played by Wayne and Wanda, as it's just so fitting for them to have less than a minute on screen.

The Evil Queen would be Miss Piggy, and her old woman disguise would be played by Uncle Deadly. His voice, mannerisms, it's all him when it gets to that point.

The mirror would be both Statler and Waldorf who would be more judgy than fully helpful.

Rowlf would be the huntsman, because he needs to spare Snow White and Rowlf is 100% the guy to be confident that he could get the job done and then not be able to give even the slightest empty threat towards her.

The prince would be Kermit. While I know it's unusual for him not to be with Miss Piggy, if he was the king instead, she would not have loved him in the storyline. Also he's Kermit. He has to have some main character role.

The rest of the characters would be assigned to the different dwarves, which is where I run out of ideas. If you guys could suggest anything for that, that would be great. I just wanna finish this cast list for fun.

And to finish it off, Gonzo and Rizzo will obviously be narrating the story throughout.

This is pretty long, but I wanted to share my ideas, once again just for fun. I would very much like it if any of you had ideas on how to fill in the gaps here. Insert witty sign-off.

#the muppets #the muppet show #snow white #I spent actual hours on this #I have a problem

[wowifinallywatched]

Listen...this is not my official more coherent thoughts around the Jigsaw installment of the fucking incredible Saw franchise that i normally like to post first but if you've ever wondered what it's like to watch a movie with me and my internal monologue well LOOK NO FURTHER

Coherent thoughts will be coming soon, but for now enjoy a raw reaction to whatever the FUCK THIS WAS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND I AKSBFKABF I JUST NEED TO SHARE THIS FEELING WITH SOMEONE HOLY FUCK-

JIGSAW

Listen if you're gonna be bringing this iconic and amazing as fuck series back it better be Fucking at the same level

Ah yes your standard creepy detective who makes sexist jokes like they get paid for it and no one does anything about it because “it's just who they are” and it's one of the bad qualities you have to adopt in about this person uh yeah no FUCK THA-

Okay I'm sorry I'm fucking sorry 39:33??!?!?!?!?!? FUCKING GOLD BEAUTIFUL STUNNING THAT WAS EVERYTHING IVE WANTED LISTEN I KNOW TRUST THE PROCESS OF THESE MOVIES DONT JUDGE TOO SOON BUT FUCK ME THAT WAS GOOD AND I WAS STILL TEETERING  Listen I miss John okay-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK FROM THE DEAD OR IS THIS REALLY SMART AJBRIAHE Fucking skin suit or secret child ass akdbia

Eleanor DYING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Like i can judge this would totally be me as well BEAUTIFUL??? OKAY BITCH NOW I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY

OH MY GOD SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK POISENED YOUR SIPPY CUP BAG MOTHERFUCKER I AM LOSING MY SHIT NOT KNOWING IF JOHN REALLY IS ALIVE OR NOT FUChis

“He was my nephew” Oh my god he was his nephew I'm sorry I had to-

BRKJZISHWJBEJAHSIWBWIHSIS MOTHERFUCKING SAW MY FUCKING GOD YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN WJDBQJ PUTTING HIM IN JOHNS CASKET HAHAHHA HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT QUIETLY OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH THEY'RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD AND JUST AJDBSIHDJW OBSESSED  I CANNOT OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES IN MY BRAIN IT WAS EITHER GONNA BE TWO OPTIONS, JOHN WAS GONNA BE THERE OR HE WASN'T  BUT JUST IN SAW STYLE, A SURPRISE THIRD OPTION HAS APPEARED HAHAHAH Its like when you watch these movies, you're thinking so hard about one part of it (where the fuck is John) that you become completely oblivious to other options (surprise Mr. Coma has appeared) ALSO I WORK IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY AND THERE IS STRICT LAW THAT YOU CANNOT OPEN UP A COFFIN INSIDE THE CEMETERY SO H A

I'm trying to bring logic into these movies when I just watched a man get turned into a human milkshake

But this also means that someone could have taken John's body and has been using his DNA  But would the tests come back saying the DNA is dead or alive? Like someone purposely put his DNA under the guys nails to throw them off who's really playing these games I wonder if it's the OG Dr. saw bathroom who's running the show If John really is alive that would be fucking perfect This psycho mortuary girl better not have dug up John himself to fulfill her obsession I SWEAR- OH MY GOD SHE HAS THE OG SAW STOPPPP HAHAHAHAH Wait wait NO NO NO THIS IS A SET UP I SWEAR OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVE

everyone's like “oh copy cats copy cats” but it's actually the fucking detectives that study these cases of jigsaw everyone calm your tips MY TITS ARE NOT CALM WHERE IS THE DAUGHTER NO IM NOT FUCKING AROUND WHERE IS HIS DAUGHTER I SWEAR 

Oh my god I hear remnants of the saw music as they drive off from the house 🥺 LITTLE PIGGY IS STILL IN PLAY LES GOOOO Everytime I see VAIDUWOFJKSHEIEHDIJWKDNWKJFKSBEKNWKDJEKDBOSBRKANJDHSID JOHN JOHN SOBDJSBDIAHDIHA I JUST CHOKED ON MY CEREAL OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN MY JIGGY SAWWY MAN IM GONNA CRY HOLY FUCK IVE MISSED YOU NSKFBSJS HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE IN A FUCKING MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK NO I DO NOT TRUST WHAT I SEE ARE YOU A TWIN BROTHER OR SOME SHIT I AM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY REPLACE YOUR BODY BUT THE TEST SUBJECTS WOULD HAVE COME BACK IS THIS A HALLUCINATION HOLY SHIT  I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKING TABLE HOLY FUCKING SHIT My boy you look like you've aged so much Oh my god that misdiagnosis hit way too close to home alright I am John number one protector BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE BECAUSE THE TUMOUR AND THE SKABKFJA John baby listen i love you so much and I love the game you've got going on and you give the best monologue but HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE

Listen surely those jigsaw pieces are a set up because surely not even the most dumbass of cops would keep that in their fucking FREEZER HAHAHAH

I am absolutely fucked I trust none of you bitches except daddy mortuary 

AWWWWWWWWW MEANING BEHIND THE PIG HEAD MENTIONED SO CASUALLY THAT IS SO CUTE JOHN

John is so fucking extra he has all these props and then uses a single shotgun

This is more trying to pick who Johns new apprentice is and i don't like any of them

GIRL WHY WOULD YOU WEAR BOOT HEELS TO THIS SCAVENGER HUNT

Listen John sliding the door to people's eternal doom just hits different okay

BACKWARDS OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN YOU ARE SO SMART It’s literally been the EXACT SAME ALL THESE YEARS PLAY BY THE RULES HE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FOR YOUR FREEDOM THAT WAS NOT A RULE HE SET IN PLACE HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS AND I WAS CLAIMING HE WAS USING A SIMPLE ASS SHOTGUN OF COURSE IT WASN'T JUST A SHOTGUN I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS

DADDY MORTUARY WAS THE DOCTOR THAT FUCKED UP HIS TEST RESULTS OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ABSOLUTE LAZY DICKWAD OF A MAN YOU ARE DOOMED HAHAH

Wait what the fuck this is sus whats happening ABDKJSJEBWJDHIWVDJHS I THOUGHT HIS BODY WAS JUST ROLLING AT FIRST WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NO NO WAY DADDY MORTUARY IS JOHNS NEW APPRENTICE DETECTIVE YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM HIM NO YOU WERE THE ONE I TRUSTED NO FUCKING WAY THE ONLY ONE I TRUSTED TURNED OUT TO BE THE MAN BEHIND IT ALL HAHAHAHAH FUCK WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN FUYCJA FUCKABAFSIABKFJBKAF HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HOLY FUCK LISTEN I STARTED TO DOUBT THIS ONE THEN I TOLD MYSELF DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I ALWAYS THINK THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE PREVIOUS ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T REACHED THAT CLIMATIC PLOT TWIST THAT PULLS ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER  AND THEN YOU REACH IT AND YOU THINK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE FUCKING PAST AND PRESENT PLAY THAT THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD AT

OH MY GOD I GOT SO EXCITED THINKING MY BABY JIGGY SAWWY MAN WAS ALIVE BUT NOPE IT WAS JUST THE PAST GAMES SOBS AND IT’S SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW IF YOU REWATCHED THIS MOVIE YOU’D SEE ALL THE SIGNS POINTING TO THE TRUTH You just have to follow the rules You just have to follow the signs pointed in the direction of the movie plot OH FUCK ME MOVIE GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR CLEVER WAYS Think about it if you really listened to this movie, it’s literally telling you exactly what’s going to take place Oh fuck me HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO REWATCH ALL THESE MOVIES NOW WITH THAT MINDSET THIS HAS MIND FUCKED ME I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THE FACT WE WERE WATCHING THE OG GAME WITH THE DADDY MORTUARY BUT SIKE IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO

Not gonna lie Daddy Mortuary was kind of hot Jesus I need to learn his real name I'm sure someone said it I was just blinded by his good looks-

I AM LOSING MY MARBLES I LITERALLY CONTINUE DO ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW HAHAHA LIKE HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT MOMENT WHEN HE STARTED GETTING UP LOST IT GAVE ME FEELINGS BACK TO THE FIRST SAW MOVIE WHERE JOHN SLOWLY GOT UP AND REVEALED HIMSELF  Oh my god Daddy Mortuary was the son John never got to have *GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER*

AND SLIDING THE DOOR SHUT JUST LIKE JOHN LIKE JIGGY SAWY FATHER LIKE JIGGY SAWY SON SO THIS GAME HAPPENED FUCKING YONKS AND WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE AMANDA AND BEFORE WHATEVER THE FUCK DETECTIVE FACE WAS I ALREADY DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME I just can't I can't believe they still gave us John Kramer content while he's still fucking dead that was so fucking clever You can't have a saw movie without the original Jigsaw in it and they fucking keep it alive in a smart way, not forced, but smart WAIT DADDY MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY I GET IT THE GAMES HAPPENED TEN YEARS AGO AND SUCH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY  DID HE MOVE A WHOLE ASS CASKET AND REPLACE HIS CASKET WITH ANOTHER actually he works in a mortuary he would have the skills to do that HAHAHAHAH FUCKKKKKKK Listen this movie literally gave us John content, fucking ecstatic about it, then showed it was past John and that he's not really here right now

BUT THEY LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR JOHN TO STILL BE ALIVE BY HIM NOT BEING IN THAT CASKET AND I KNOW ITS PROBABLY MORE A “They just put the body elsewhere/ replaced his casket” BUT LISTEN LET ME HAVE THIS SMALL OUNCE OF HOPE OKAY

ALSO DID I FUCKING CALL IT OR DID I FUCKING CALL IT ABOUT PUTTING JOHNS DNA UNDER HIS NAILS ON PURPOSE FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT BITCH AND IM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE I CAN NEVER DO THAT WITH THESE MOVIES FUCK YES GO TEAM 1 FOR US  16 MILLION FOR THE MOVIE OKAY LET ME HAVE THIS ONE- Not me going on about how old John looks and it's literally exactly how he looks in all the other movies HAHAHAHAHAH

OH MY GOD IN THAT SCENE WITH JOHNS NEIGHBOUR AND LEG-O-LOSS I THOUGHT NEIGHBOUR WAS IN SHOCK (of course we find out because she was his neighbor) BECAUSE JOHN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE NEIGHBOURS  NO ONE EVER BATTED AN EYE OR SAID BUT JIGSAW IS DEAD BUT JOHN KRAMER IS DEAD OH MY GODDDDD ANOTHER FUCKING SIGN TO JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THAT'S BEING SAID AND IT WAS REVEAL THE WHOLE MOVIE TO YOU

Just oh my God okay I need to lay this out Daddy Mortuary- Okay no let me find his real name Also poor fucking Eleanor she really was just a Saw fanatic and now she's wrapped up in something she doesn't even realise IF ONLY SHE KNEW BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE LOVING HER OWN STORY RIGHT NOW LOGAN HIS NAME IS LOGAN Alright so  Logan fucked up John's test results by mislabelling (the poor other fucking dude that got those results) which i feel like was a bit of an add on instead of reveal WAIT BUT IF THIS GAME HAPPENED BEFORE THE OTHER GAMES IN THE OTHER MOVIES Oh my fuck then he would have no reason to mention it in any of his past monologues because he already faced the man that did it and seeked his ‘revenge’ OH MY GOD OKAY REDEEMED THAT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BUT HE'S BEEN REDEEMED CARRY ON So John sets up one of his classic games, with the machine that was “never used” or they never found the bodies for OH MY GOD LOGAN GAVE HER THE ANSWER. LITERALLY JUST TOLD HER. BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW. HE WAS APART OF THAT GAME. HE WOULD HAVE RECOGNISED THE MACHINE STRAIGHT AWAY. HE LITERALLY TOLD HER BUT OF COURSE YOU WOULD NEVER SUSPECT IT TO BE ANYTHING BUT AN ACCUSATION HAHAHAH SHITTTTT I keep trying to write this out calmly and then get really Hyped up forgive me- The game begins with everyone having their sins AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS SO WEIRD THE GAME STARTED WITH SOMEONE STILL UNCONSCIOUS, IT FELT VERY UNLIKE JOHN BECAUSE HE'S ALL ABOUT HAVING A FAIR CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF and when we finally got to see the result of that scene where John is racing out to save him because it was an unfair start and he wanted to personally give him a second chance IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING- I wonder how far apart these events were to the previous movie

ANYWAY

My brain isn’t working i literally can't stop thinking about John being a protective father to him John takes him under his wing seeing his pain, seeing his grief and to teach him its not about anger AND LOGAN TEACHING JOHN SOME THINGS TOO SOBS listen, John is the most forgiving person IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 8 MOVIES TO SAY OTHERWISE BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- HE GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO CONFESS AND THEN BE FREE HE'S ONLY PUNISHING THEM BECAUSE THEY WON'T CONFESS THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAD Oh my god i really am protecting a serial killer  BUT HEY IT'S FICTIONAL And it is fucking wild to me that no one ever found these bodies (JUST LIKE MY BOY ADAM SOBS) and so Logan planned and waited until the perfect moment to fuck with the world Except there's one thing different from John to the other people that have tried to take his place John gives them a fair game, just play by the rules Amanda, Detective Douche, Logan - They all seemed revenge. They gave them a game, but it wasn't always fair, it wasn't always a game that could be won. Oh wait but Detective banana peel ass didn't exactly confess to freeing Logans wife's murderer so he didn't play the game right OKAY THAT WOULD BE VALID THEN It's just crazy to me that a game happened in real time and we technically got to see exactly what it would have looked like but we never saw the actual game

AND OF COURSE LOGAN CHOSE A GUY THAT DOOMED HIS WIFE'S DEATH AS THE GUY TO GET NO CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION TO REPLICATE HIS OWN EXPERIENCE HAHAHAH LOVE THAT

This was so fucking clever and i never want to stop talking about these movies oh my god

BUT OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVES FUCKING HEAD GETTING SPLICED LIKE A FUCKING BANANA PEEL I CANT- THAT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HORRIFYING AND DISGUSTING BUT SO FLUID AND BEAUTIFUL  I cannot wait to watch the new movie and see the graphics All things considered theyve really done these movies justice all through the years Like I'm so fucking happy with the ending of this movie And I fucking adore that we got to see John again But I'm not gonna lie my heart is a little broken he's not actually alive and well- I KNOW WE LITERALLY SAW HIM GET AUTOPSIED wait Was Logan the one to do his autopsy  I remember he mentioned something about John being full autopsied but I don't remember if he meant he did it himself WAIT ITS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME MORTUARY HAND TO DO THE SAW AUTOPSIES HASN'T IT OH MY FUCKING GOD SO HE KNEW THE PLAN ALL ALONG HE FUCKING KNEW OH MY GOD I AM EMOTIONAL-

Now I need to go back and watch the other movies again, for many reasons, but to see if it was Logan all along

I JUST READ MY NOTES WHILE WATCHING PREVIOUS SAW MOVIES AND I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SUS IT IS THAT THERE’S BEEN ONE CONSISTENT MORTUARY HAND LOOKING AFTER THE SAW VICTIMS HAHAHAH CALLED IT (possibly)

God I don’t drink but right now I feel like I need a drink

ONTO THE NEXT ONE WHERE YOU REALLY CAN’T PREDICT WHAT WE’LL EVER GET AKSBFKBF

#I didn't realise how comforting and how much I love John until I got him back only for him to be ripped away again #fuck these saw movies boggle me and I'm obsessed with it #jigsaw #jigsaw apprentices #saw memes #just saw thoughts #saw franchise #sawposting #saw films #just saw things #saw movies #billy the puppet #john kramer #logan nelson

[jrvanfleet]

Times You’ll Remember Well - j.t.k

pairing: jake x f. reader (dad!jake)

content warning: none except there’s so much domestic Jake your heart might just fall out of your chest…

word count: 1.8k (just a short lil blurb for ya)

Jake’s back from tour, soaking up the time with you and your two kids. The four of you spend a day hiking and enjoying the Tennessee sun.

—————

“Dadddddyyy,” your daughter called from the living room. Jake was standing in the kitchen, two lunch boxes in front of him, cutting the crusts off two sandwiches.

“What my love,” he called back, putting the sandwiches in baggies and placing them into their respective lunch boxes.

“Daddy, I need helpppp,” she yelled, sounding frustrated as Jake stepped away from his task and walked out of the room, following her little voice.

He found his three-year-old daughter sitting on the floor next to the couch, wrestling with the laces of her new hiking boots. They were tan with purple trim and purple laces. When she had seen them in the store, her eyes had grown wide and she’d twisted in Jake’s arms to reach for the shoes, telling him that if she wore them, she would get “Purple Powers” which was a special magic that made her super strong and able to go on any adventure, no matter how hard. Jake had laughed and kissed her cheek, silently thanking the universe for his child’s imagination. He didn’t care that the shoes were on the more expensive side or the fact that she’d grow out of them in six months no doubt, he simply placed them in the cart.

“Daddy I can’t do it,” she pouted as he crouched next to her on the floor, tugging one of her feet into his lap.

“It’s okay, bug. Here, let me show you.” He tightened up the laces, folding them into a bow and tying a knot. “See?”

“Now I try,” she insisted, always little-miss-independent. She pulled at the laces of her other shoe, guided by Jake’s steady hands as he helped her tie the bow. “Daddy! Daddy! I have all the Purple Power now!” Jake chuckled to himself as he watched her stomp around the couch, lost in her own little imaginary world.

He headed back into kitchen, finishing up the rest of the lunches and setting them up the kitchen island so you wouldn’t forget them on your way out.

Jake was super excited for the day. He’d been home from tour for a few weeks, soaking up all the time with you and the kids and today he had planned a family hike. The trail he’d chosen wasn’t too difficult, especially since you had two kids under 3, but it was one of your favorites, with lush trees and a perfect lookout point at the top.

His thoughts for the day ahead were interrupted when he heard, “Daddddyy!” ringing through the house again.

“Yes bug,” He called but before he could go to find her, she ran into the kitchen nearly running smack into him. Using her momentum, Jake swung her into his arms, propping her up on his hip.

“Daddy, I need your help again.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Mommy said she would put my hair into two piggies but she makes them too tight. Can you put my hair into piggies?” Her eyes grew wide as she made a pouty face that she knew he would do anything for.

Jake chuckled again at how absolutely wrapped around her finger he was.

“Two piggies coming right up, bug.” He carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Setting her down on the sink counter in the master bath, he looked through the drawers for his daughter’s sparkly purple hairbrush.

“Where’s your brush? I thought I saw it yesterday.” Jake asked her. She shrugged, kicking her feet against the counter cabinets.

Sighing, he picked her up again and said, “Okay then, let’s go ask mommy.”

He looked for you in the master bedroom, but finding that it was empty he knew that you were probably getting your two year old son ready for the day. Sure enough, when he stepped into the hallway he could hear you talking to your son in a soft voice.

“Hey sugar,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, “have you seen bug’s hairbrush?”

Your son’s little hands gripped the sleeves of your shirt as you helped him step into a pair of comfy khaki joggers.

“It should be in her room next to Mr. Tiger. I think they were playing hairdresser yesterday,” you replied, looking up briefly and smiling at your husband.

Your daughter’s face lit up as she wiggled from Jake’s arms. “Mr. Tiger has it! Mr. Tiger has it!”

He followed her into the room next door to find her digging in her pile of stuffed animals all piled on top of her twin bed.

“I found it daddy!” she exclaimed, her head popping up between a teddy bear and a squishmallow that was nearly half her size.

“Alright, well let’s hop to it buggy, we need to get going.”

It only took Jake a few minutes to brush through his daughters characteristically Kiszka tangles and put her hair into two pigtails on the top of her head.

“Okay,” he said holding up two different accessories, “do you want the green butterflies or the purple bows?”

“PURPLE! PURPLE! PURPLE!”

He could’ve guessed. The girl knew what she liked. Jake clipped the bows into her hair and leaned down to kiss her cheek lightly.

“All done. Do you want to go see if mommy and your brother are ready to go?”

She excitedly jumped down from the counter calling out, “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy says we’ve got to go!”

-

Getting out of the house with two kids… A much more difficult feat than you or Jake would’ve ever expected, but after a few minutes of gathering backpacks, waterbottles, and the lunch boxes, you found yourself buckling your daughter into her car seat.

“Wow, look at these bows!” you said, pushing back a small stray hair behind her ear. “Did daddy put these in for you?”

“Yes, but I picked them out!” she grinned back at you.

You loved her happiness. Everyday she reminded you of the best parts of you and Jake, but with her own unique flare that made her light up any room she entered.

Once everyone was buckled in and ready to go you hopped in the passenger seat. Jake pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, laying a hand on your thigh and lovingly running his thumb over your leg.

It took thirty minutes to reach the start of the trail, the kids talking back and forth nonstop. Before you knew it, you were unbuckling the carseat straps and collecting everything to head on your way.

You and Jake each had a backpack that held everything you needed for your family's little adventure and your daughter had a little one that just held her waterbottle and the small stuffed animal she insisted on bringing from home. Your son, though he could walk just fine, just wanted to focus on holding Jake’s hand as the four of you started down the trail.

You were thankful the hike wasn’t difficult because it took about twice as long to make your way along the path with a toddler and a firecracker asking questions a mile a minute.

The majority of the hike was spent navigating over tree roots and identifying every Tennessee-native plant you came across. The latter was your daughter’s new favorite game. She couldn’t get enough of testing her father’s flora knowledge and would ask nearly every five steps, “What's this one called daddy?”

The whole family would stop to investigate, looking at the delicate flowers or the thin waving stems as Jake would rub his pointer finger and thumb over his chin and answer, “It looks like Eastern Blue Stars,” or “Thimbleweed”. When she asked about plants he didn’t know he simply responded, “Let’s take a picture of it buggy and Uncle Sammy can tell us later.”

After nearly an hour of the game, the sun was high in the sky, warming you but the light breeze kept you from getting too hot. You enjoyed the sun and the fresh air almost as much as you just basked in the joy that was uninturruped family time. The kids began exploring under the strict ground rule of staying close to you and Jake and always staying on the trail. Their independent adventure gave you and Jake time to talk, his fingers laced with your own. You talked about everything from what you were going to make for dinner later to the prank that Sam and Danny pulled on Josh in the studio last week. It was a perfect afternoon. Jake was entirely relaxed and completely in his element. There were no bags under his eyes like there had been the night he’d gotten home from tour, the extended weeks at home giving him a rejuvenated glow that made you smile everytime you looked at him.

“We’re almost there kiddos,” Jake called behind him to your children who had become distracted by a big caterpillar crawling across a low-hanging branch. Your daughter looked up and then ran ahead of Jake as you stayed back, taking your son’s hand and helping him up a big rock step.

“Daddy I beat you!” she exclaimed, waving her arms above her head until Jake caught up with her. He immediately picked her up into a big bear hug, tickling her sides and kissing her face.

“I can’t believe it! You’re so quick! It must be all that Purple Power!” he joked as she giggled, happy with her victory.

Though you and Jake had done this hike before, the view still amazed you. As you looked out to the horizon, it seemed like you could see forever and ever, especially on such a clear and sunny day. You picked up your son and perched him on your hip as you both looked at all the tiny trees in the distance.

You looked over your shoulder to see that Jake had done the same thing, your daughter pointing outwards from his arms.

“Look daddy, those look like houses for ants!” she exclaimed, pointing at a small town pretty far out.

“Maybe you could live in one. They’re the perfect size for a bug like you!” he quipped back making her giggle uncontrollably.

“Oh daddy, you’re so silly,” you said as you walked over to a large flat rock that was the perfect size for a little picnic. “Okay, who’s hungry?”

You were answered by a chorus of “Me! Me’s!” from both kids and your husband as you began unpacking all the goodies from your backpacks. Once everyone was happily muching on sandwiches and chips you took out your phone and snapped a picture of your family with the view behind them.

You smiled as you looked up from the photo, not wanting to miss a single moment. These were the times you’d remember well.

Author’s Note: Hey hey! I hope you liked this cute lil Jakey blurb, it definitely got me in my feels while I was writing it… something about domestic Jake just makes me absolutely feral lmao.

Also, I’m thinking about making the jake!dad fics more of a unified storyline but I’m hesitant to name the kids… what do y’all think? No names?, “child’s/name”, or should I pick something? Let me know what you think and if you have any potential name ideas (though I am very partial to the “bug” nickname hehe)

As always, Love and Light and pls let us know all your ideas and suggestions! <3

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka dad #jacob kiszka

[eldritch-spouse]

Imagine if Morell’s piggy had somehow survived him trying to eat them, (I know the art you showed had him biting down on their neck) but what if he’d somehow managed to miss their vitals and were instead just severely wounded after he got out of (what I assume is) his state of sudden bloodlust?

Is it even worth it then?

How badly did you get damaged? Say he still fucks up your throat forever. You can't speak, there's a huge scar going from your mangled neck to your chest where he bit literal chunks off. He ruined you.

I think he'd struggle trying to forgive himself, and the chances of you trusting him, of you recovering from the perpetually shell-shocked mess that you've become are so low- Morell honestly just wishes he could bring himself to finish the job and kill you sometimes. Because you'll never look at him with love in your eyes again, with trust.

He's proven to you he's just an animal, and that you shouldn't get your hopes up.

I think this would culminate in Morell handing you his cleaver and telling you to tear some chunks off him. Will most of them grow back? Yes. But he's desperate to win you back, and he doesn't know how else to do it. Apologies are pointless, just hack him up.

#Morell oc

[ripperplague]

Hey! What ifff... RO is late from whatever they were doing and when they get gome they find barely awake MC who was waiting for them?

So cute.

1. Cyrus

He'd stare at you in surprise.

"What are you still doing up?"

You grumble, "Waiting for his excellency, the Duke of Trillain."

An equally exhausted smile blooms on his face.

"And here I thought you'd be too tired to use that blade in your mouth."

You rise and sway slightly.

"Don't challenge me. I have half a mind to slap that grin off your face."

He laughs and the sound makes you smile despite your sour mood. Taking off his shoes, he puts an arm around you.

"Oh please. You couldn't swat a mosquito in this state."

You grudgingly admit that he's right but giving in now would be a fatal blow to your pride. So you push your weight on him going limp in his arms.

"I can and I will. Go and bring me one."

His chuckle resounds through you, "What? I can't do that."

You snort even as he steers you to the bedroom, practically carrying you.

"Yes you can. You're the Duke! Just summon one. It can't reject a summons."

His shoulders shake with stifled laughter.

"You're such a baby."

You roll over to him once he lays you down.

"Says the man with the IQ of a fourteen year old."

He kisses your forehead and wraps an arm around you.

"Good night name."

"..."

2. Blade

He'd blink at the light and tilt his head with an amused expression.

"How long were you planning to sit like that?"

You stretch and wince at the kink in your neck.

"Till the time you returned."

He takes your face in his hands, "You’re amazing."

You yawn and nuzzle his neck, “And you’re slow.”

His body is warm and you smile faintly when he rolls his eyes before lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom bridal style.

3. Raz 

She smiles and drops into your lap.

“I love you.”

You raise a brow, “You’d better. I sacrificed four hours of good sleep for you.”

She leans forward to kiss you.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You exhale, “I am far too tired for that now.”

The woman rolls her eyes and rummages through her bag, “Head out of the gutter. I knew you’d stay up so I got you this.”

She holds out a science journal and your eyes narrow.

“Is that...”

“The bridged version you wanted.”

You grin and snatch the book from her hands.

“This is better than....”

“Do not finish that sentence if you hope to see me naked ever again.”

You peck her lips before rising and draping an arm around her.

“Alright. We can do it with our clothes on.”

She punches your shoulder as you snicker.

4. Gauge

They hang their coat and concern twists their gorgeous features.

“Are you okay?”

You yawn and rise, “Fine. Just waiting for you to get home.”

Gauge smiles and approaches you for a hug.

“I knew you were a softie underneath all that grumpiness.”

You sneer half heartedly.

“Never again.”

They chuckle and nudge you towards the bedroom.

“Fine then go to sleep because I have to head out again.”

You groan on the verge of a breakdown.

“Oh gods...”

Then you see the slight twitch in their expression and snarl before yanking them by the sleeve.

“And they say you’re the good one in this equation.”

“You love me.”

“...True.”

5. Skylar

Her shoulders droop with exhaustion and her delighted smile makes this so worth it. 

She simply walks up to you and slams her head into your chest.

“Today was hell. I missed you so much.”

You tug at the band holding her hair, letting the blonde tresses tumble to her shoulders. 

“Why did it take so long?’’

She winks.

“Carry me and I’ll tell you.”

“Woman I am on the verge of collapsing.”

“Awww pleeeaasee. Even I am tired. We could fall together!”

Unfortunately you are not yet immune to her pout so you give in.

“....You owe me.”

“Yay!”

Sometimes you wonder if she runs on fuel cells. She throws her arms around your neck as you carry her piggy back style to the bedroom.

6. Brin

They wince when they see you half asleep on the table.

“Oh Darling you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

They sigh and tug at your hand.

“Come let’s get to bed.”

You exhale and cook up a lie to help with their guilt, “I couldn’t sleep.”

Brin merely raises a brow giving you a stern look.

“Your eyes are puffy and you’re swaying.”

They brush your cheek with their soft hands.

“You need to take care of yourself. Now every time I stay out I’ll worry that you’re sitting up waiting for me.”

You’re so tired you can’t feel your face to form an expression. So you shrug casually.

“I am not a puppy. I just couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about something important.”

Brin’s loving smile makes your soul lighter and they close the distance between you. 

“Liar.”

7. Atlas

They mask their surprise behind that characteristic smirk.

“Well...well..well. Look who’s awake. Fantasizing about me again?”

You snort and stretch, “Hah. You wish.”

The smile drops off their face and when they tug you closer you can see the concern reflected in those silver eyes.

“Don’t strain yourself.”

You sigh and let them kiss you before speaking.

“Relax. I am fine.”

“But you’ll have one hell of a headache in the morning.”

“So?”

“Don’t stay up late.”

“Then don’t leave me.”

You blink at the words that exited your mouth and pray that Atlas is too exhausted to have heard them right. That sensual grin proves otherwise.

“If we both weren’t swaying with exhaustion I’d suggest a game of hostage.”

You roll your eyes to conceal the creeping blush as they wrap an arm around you.

“Kill me now.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”