#oat rants again

[beedeewun]

*launches a care package into space for cal kestis specifically*

#jedi survivor #star wars #cal kestis #bd-1 #beedee doodles #bright eyed and fluffy haired #every day i wake up and choose HAPPINESS AS MY CANON #okay this is my post so it's time to rant in the tags #the wanderer jacket is THE BEST ofc #but god i cannot find any pants i'm 100% happy with to pair with it OTL #the BELTS DON'T MATCH #the BOOTS DON'T MATCH #it's like the glamour system in xiv all over again #where things aaaaaaaaaalmost match but the buckles are silver and gold or the leather straps are a few shades off from each other #i was only put here to suffer #cal my honey bunches of oats i'm sorry i didn't want to shell out 20 bucks for the deluxe edition so you'd have nice pants #dapanda draw proper backgrounds challenge (impossible)

[markmybirds]

A Seven Days Before Valentine Rant

Casual Watcher goes BRRRRT at the colour and naming schemes. I AM SAYING CASUAL BECAUSE some of this is just very "Mar's Theories" and may not actually fit completely with the show. TL;DR: Not just colours, ok mostly colours. BUT ALSO WEATHER!? Ok I'll go back to LITA again. Sorry.

There Are Spoilers Literally Right Away. Tread with Caution. Also it's tangenty and very everywhere. To Start: Hi~ I'm Mar. I'm an Art Historian/Conceptual Artist and Researcher. We must protect Q and Jared. There is a big Colour-Coding conversation about the blues and reds/whites, greys and blacks of this drama.. Which I am here for. Sun = Red, Starts in Black Clothing eventually ascends into white. Q (Sky) = Blue, starts in white eventually descends (Jared?!) into greys and then eventually touches on black. For the Black to White Changing I'm just gonna add that I love the diversity of greys in Everyone's clothing in this. "Why must there be black and then white? There must be ups and downs." -- To quote the song at the end of 7 Days Before Valentine. I know there are a lot of Biblical things about this floating around and I'm here for it. Esp with Jared being named Jared. But I won't cover that much. Just mentioning too that Q is Q for Cupid. Teehee. As I say this and my screenshots of choice are:

Something clicked in me at the Q's real name drop at the end of the series. (Which aforementioned is Sky). Sunshine said: "Erase everything that stops me from loving Rain.." Rain took away Sunshine's love and will to do his job: shine in the Sky. So in turn, Rain was erased because Sunshine couldn't do his job or love Rain because Rain just covered him up in clouds.

With cloud-cover/Rain in Sunshine's way, Sky(Q) was the only one given Sunshine's light (wearing white). Sunshine wearing black to show he is being blocked out by Rain's clouds. Rain loved the Air because the water cycle has to do with the air. However Air is a molecule, and there is a lot of Air. Whereas for Sunshine there is only one Sun. So he was never an option to disappear from the world. Sky was aware of Sunshine because you can't have a sky without the Sun. However Rain blocked him from his happiness. Sky was erasing every request/cloud that got in the way of Sunshine's light, that includes Rain (not on purpose and also by request of Sunshine). However, Sunshine took time to notice how much work Sky was doing for him. As Sun heals and comes to realizations, Sunshine became warm.

Sky takes on the storm clouds that Rain left Sunshine blocked behind so he is in the black when he left, the black we met Sunshine in. I mean. Not that Sunshine is ever in pitch-black. His black always has a heathering to it.

Q/Sky being dreary and upset also always had dark grey backgrounds like clouds. If Sunshine is off-screen you only see a haze of his golden tones but the background is always off-blue grey otherwise. Later in the show (like Episode 11) is my favourite to show gloomy Sky. Whenever Sunshine is in the same screen a golden hue of sunlight is added.

In the same scene, when Q has some sort of hope. Like. Sunshine says "I want to take care of you" Sky's black comes off as grey.

ALSO JUST.. FOR.. ADDITIONAL FUN.. Jared's name means "Rose" or "to Descend". His name is biblical. He also is generally in whites, reds greens and blues.

Look it these twooo~. Protect themmmm!

Just want to add some quotes: "Look at the sky, at the stars." -- Sky/Q "Romantic Kid?" -- Sunshine "I had nothing to do. So I watched the stars in the sky. I became interested in the solar system. I searched for the answers to everything. I wanted to know how we exist on this Earth in this Universe." -- Sky while staring at the Sun.

In the story of Q as a human: "The morning mist and the first light of day was what he remembered." "Icarus" - Sunshine to Sky's story about how when Q was Sky (alive, a human) he worked so diligently and hard to become a scientist and left behind his father. He fell hard and fast. Sky said. Icarus. Sky: I'm close to Sunshine now, will my wings melt? Sunshine: Not yet.

"Q!?" -- Both of them yelling it at each other in episode 12. Hello both were each other's Cupids!?. Also teehee colour coding. Look at that golden colour and them wearing whites and blue.

"Soaring into the Sky, challenging the Sun."

#Seven Days Before Valentine #7 Days Before Valentine #Sorry if this was a trip #If you got here thanks! #There's so much more but I thought this was a long enough rant. #This Was Fun #Ok back to freaking out about counting Jeff Satur Clones? #Jet Somjet #Atom Nathaphop #Oat Methapon #Sunshine #Sky #Q #Jared #Can we take a tag to appreciate all that is Jared again? #The roses and flowers part was also my fave. #Sun buying Q Roses = Best #I became a Jet fan #I really just came here because I am sure War was getting tired of not going here and hearing me rant about the show each week. #Happy Valentine's Day!~

[lolasimms]

hcs about your married life with abby pls 🙇🏽‍♀️

wife abby headcanons pt.1

part 2 part 3

౨ৎ she’s an early bird and is almost always up at 6 am.

౨ৎ starts her morning off with cuddling you and then she’s off to the gym.

౨ৎ you wake up to an empty bed most mornings which usually you rant to her about.

౨ৎ your breakfast is usually simple, overnight oats and fruit, which she bullies you for.

౨ৎ she on the other hand insists on eating a high protein breakfast, for “gains”.

౨ৎ she’s a certified gym rat, which you find super hot.

౨ৎ when you’re really horny she takes pre-workout to make sure her stamina is up for you.

౨ৎ this usually leaves you saddle sore and aching for the next two days

౨ৎ she gets off on your overly domestic nature, especially when you take care of her.

౨ৎ if she’s got a cold or a throat infection you always pamper her and insist on feeding her soups and tea.

౨ৎ most weekends are spent lounging around the house as she’s not a very social person, neither are you.

౨ৎ some weekends are also spent at her father, Jerry’s place.

౨ৎ the three of you make dinners, play board games and he loves breaking out the photo album to embarrass her.

౨ৎ she earns a lot (she’s a doctor) so she’s always spoiling you.

౨ৎ loves to wine and dine you, especially when you both have time off work.

౨ৎ she can only cook staple meals, so she’s always impressed by the food you make for her.

౨ৎ she tends to overwork herself and usually comes back home tired.

౨ৎ despite the fact that she comes home exhausted she still insists on pleasing you.

୨୧

“Abs we shouldn’t, you just got off a 12 hour shift, you need to rest.” You press your wife but she’s ignoring you and pulling you into her.

“Doesn’t matter baby, I’m perfectly fine. Need to please my wife, you know what they say.” Both her hands are griping your thighs and pulling you towards the end of the bed.

“What do they say?” You question, accepting defeat, and allowing her to manhandle you.

“Happy wife, happy life.” In one quick motion, she’s tugged your pyjama shorts, along with your underwear off.

“What if you fall asleep mid eating pussy and I crush you to death?”

“Trust me baby, death by your pussy would probably be the best way for me to die.”

You tried scooching up toward the pillows , but Abby’s hands had a tight grip on your thighs. She wasn't going to let you get away. You were all the way at the end of bed now with her head in between your legs. She was tasting every bit of you, nibbling and marking you up. Your hands made their way to her hair, grabbing handfuls as her tongue swiped over your clit. All feelings of exhaustion from her taxing 12 hour shift were thrown out the window once she got to taste you, and you were fucking enjoying it.

You gasped. "Mmm...Abs..." Abby was loving every minute as she lapped you up. She pulled you closer, practically burying her face in your pussy. Your moans only added fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was sucking your clit now and you could hear how wet you were for her. As she worked your cunt, two of her fingers were deep inside of you, fucking you for all you were worth and drawing a whimper from your throat. She was so fucking enthusiastic about eating your pussy and damn good at it too.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." She panted, her breath like fire against your skin. "Gonna make you cum for me."

୨୧

౨ৎ The two of you love watching tv shows together, though she has a habit of not paying attention.

౨ৎ You’ll be well into a show and she’ll be wondering where a certain character went, when they got killed off like 5 episodes ago.

౨ৎ Falls asleep in your lap while you’re watching movies and shows because the poor thing works so hard.

౨ৎ Your name in her phone is ‘wifey’

౨ৎ Once again, she loves to spoil you, against your will of-course.

౨ৎ Buys you things if you look at them for even a second too long.

౨ৎ Her anniversary presents are always the best.

౨ৎ She insists that you don’t buy her stuff simply because you being her wife is enough.

౨ৎ On your 5 year wedding anniversary you open a box that has a pregnancy test in it, as you’d been discussing having children.

#female reader x abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #wife abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #reader x abby anderson

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[feverdreamsanddelusions]

5

inspo

[tw language, kidnapping, captivity, hostage situation, stockholm syndrome, lima syndrome, talk of dismemberment]

They weren't supposed to get attached to the hostage.

But spending several days in a stupid little cottage with no one else to talk to seemed to have done a number on both of their psyches, with Whumpee treating them more and more like a particularly intimidating friend, and in turn... Whumper taking a liking to them.

It was ridiculous, of course. At first, Whumper suspected a trap, or an escape attempt. Why else would their hostage go on a quiet little rant about how messed up their life had been before the kidnapping? How the kidnapping had hardly made it worse, quite the contrary. How they didn't mind the restraints, not really, they were just getting really worried about blood circulation. It was the perfect way to get Whumper to loosen them so they could free themself and run.

But Whumpee stayed perfectly still the entire time. They didn't even look at Whumper. They were trembling slightly at the closeness, but they just sat there and let Whumper readjust their bonds without any indication of their desire to escape. But they must've wanted to. Right?

Whumpee kept complimenting the food, too. It was nothing fancy, mostly canned stuff and some instant oats; and yet Whumpee seemed delighted to be cared for, always making sure they thanked Whumper thoroughly.

It had to be part of a plan. It just had to be.

It didn't matter.

"Today is the deadline," Whumper announced. "You better hope they have the fucking money."

Whumpee swallowed and nodded. "What... what if they..."

"If they fucked up? Oh, I don't know. Shooting you in the head feels like a waste. Maybe I'll cut off an arm and send it to them..."

It felt wrong to say that. It felt cruel. It was cruel, but that was supposed to be the point! They weren't supposed to care about the hostage's opinion!

"I can live without an arm," Whumpee mumbled, and Whumper froze in their tracks.

"What?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry."

"What the fuck did you say?" They walked over and grabbed Whumpee by the neck of their shirt, barely able to tell what made them want to hear that again so badly. Was it because they wanted to slap Whumpee for it? Because they thought their victim had implied their family wouldn't pay, rendering the plan useless? Because of perceived defiance? Or was it... something else?

"I said– I said I c-can live without an arm," they choked out. "I'm sorry, I didn't– I didn't mean anything by it, I want to keep my arm–"

"Why the fuck would you say shit like that? Huh? What's wrong with you?"

Whumpee shook their head, tears trickling down their face. "I just don't want to go back! I– I'm just happy you'd allow me a few more days with you, even if– even if it'd cost me an arm! I just don't want to leave! I hate them! I hate them so much! I, I hope they don't pay–"

Whumper slapped them across the face and let go, allowing their hostage to crumple to the ground in a sobbing heap. Fucking idiot. What a stupid thing to say.

"I can't believe I kidnapped someone so sick in the head," they grumbled, and Whumpee curled up tighter at the insult.

Fucking hell.

They were already hoping the stupid fucks wouldn't pay, and now Whumpee had to say it out loud?

#whump #whump drabble #kidnapping #captivity #hostage situation #stockholm syndrome #lima syndrome #talk of dismemberment #res writes

[thefangirlofhp]

9. fortune

“What would I do if I had a fortune?” Cassian repeats, a little bemused, pausing his fork spearing a hard-boiled egg halfway towards his mouth in the air.

Nyx bobs his head and kicks his feet beneath his chair rhythmically.

“Well,” Cassian puts down his food, and blinks roughly before staring off for a moment. “I’d spend it on my family. Go on holiday and do anything to my heart’s content.”

Nyx’s upper lip curls up mildly before his eyes turn to his aunt with her book propped up before her plate against the salt and pepper shakers, idly stirring her oats while the pages turn on their own.

“What about you, Aunt Nesta?” Nyx prods, poking his eggs and sausages with a disinterested fork.

“Hide it away, put a fierce monster to guard it and spin a tall legend about its contents,” Nesta replies instantly without thinking twice. “It will be the first time in history someone is ever disappointed in discovering gold.”

“Hm,” Nyx twists his mouth, mulling over her answer—quite more interesting than Cassian’s, that is for certain. But modest: his aunt’s idea of a fortune is gold that fits in a treasure chest. Admirable, but disappointing. One would be excused in thinking that a Valkyrie would have higher ambitions. Still, he likes the idea of putting a fierce monster on guard.

“What about you?” Cassian asks. “What would you do with a fortune?”

Nys draws in a long, long breath.

“..and I’ll buy all the ships in the world and fill them up with my armies and then go searching all over the world for the dragons and I’d buy a fire-breathing dragon that could cover Prythian with its wing and then I could buy the continents and eat all the sweets in the world because I’d have it all and no-one else but my friends and I’d—”

“Who put two coins in the idiot?” Azriel interrupts his rant, striding into the dining room with his leathers and blue siphons. He rubs Nyx’s head in passing before sitting down next to him.

“Good morning, Uncle Az,” Nyx greets, beaming. “I slept over here tonight.”

“Yeah,” Azriel glances at him out of the corner of his eyes, raising his brow high. “I heard the three wishes you’d ask a genie and remembered I have an assignment.”

“Well you missed out on a lot of fun,” Nyx says, as a matter-of-fact. “Nesta told me so many stories they were all I could dream about, and Uncle Cassian and I fought with pillows and I struck him down and—”

“Try this toast, Nyx,” Azriel doesn’t give him a chance to agree, before he sticks a piece of toast with honey into his mouth. “Chew it really good now.”

By the time Nyx swallows, silence has reigned heavily for quite some while now. Cassian is a little bleary-eyed, constantly blinking and rubbing his eyes. Nyx did stay up well past his bedtime, with his aunt and uncle, and he’s even slept in but Cassian was awake before he was. Nyx didn’t see the sense in it, per se, but had no idea about internalized clocks and sleep-schedules that forced someone out of bed even with less-than-optimal sleep hours.

Azriel, however, whose eyes seem to have taken on a permanent shade of redness and exhaustion, has no notions of any clock whatsoever. Nyx has seen him sleep standing up one day, his arms folded and leaning against the wall while Father was tearing into him for something. Nyx has seen his uncle stay awake for seven consecutive days without a fault in his step. His uncle is interesting—a far cry from what Mother would cite as the inspirational model, but he has seen things.

“What I’d do with a fortune?” Azriel mulls over the answer as he butters his bread. “I already have one.”

Nyx blinks. “A bigger one. Like—like really huge fortune.”

Azriel lowers his bread and looks out the archways and the streaming sunlight inside. Tilts his head. “Buy the most powerful spell a witch could make and fall asleep for eternity.”

Nyx blinks. And then again.

What a disappointment.

“What?” Azriel frowns at the judgmental look he receives. “I have a fortune I don’t use, it sits in the bank and I use it to buy expensive gifts for people who don’t look twice at them. What’s the use with more?”

Nyx sighs and turns back to his breakfast shaking his head. “Aunt Elain at least gave an interesting answer.”

All three heads turn to him instantly.

“What did she say?”

“Nothing. Apparently having a fortune meant she would no longer need anything as long as it was the good kind of fortune. She’s part of my plan, actually, to take over the universe.”

Nesta snorts. “Good luck with that. Teatime will roll by and your aunt will be abandoning everything for cake and a cup of tea.”

#fictober 2023 #fluff #nyx archeron #cassian #nesta archeron #nessian #azriel

[blindmagdalena]

Can we combine the Boba tea hc with the platonic x HL hc? I want to get ice cream with homie and judge people's outfits and complain about how josh from marketing spoke to me in a really mean tone of voice and homie complains of starlight getting higher numbers.

WAIT WAAAIT this is such a good combination!! I love mixing it with the boba fic because imagine every time you hang out, you've got a new drink, and he remarks on it every single time. Homelander's halfway through a rant about a new policy that Stan Edgar is putting into place when he hears you slurp from your straw. He stops dead in his tracks, nose wrinkling. Whatever you're drinking smells like fucking grass.

"Why is it green?" He asks. The exasperation in his voice almost makes you snort your drink out your nose.

"Iced matcha and lavender latte with oat milk. Sip?" You offer, as you always do.

"You just described the garden center at Home Depot, not a beverage," he says, disgust dripping from every word. He takes the cup from you and gives it another sniff. He tries a sip. Immediately, his expression sours. "You're fucking with me. You can't possibly enjoy this. I'm putting this in the garbage," he says, aiming to toss it. You don't see a trashcan on the rooftop the two of you are sitting on, but you're willing to bet he does, and that it's a block away. "Don't you dare! That was $8 bucks," you say, snatching it back from him. "I'll pay you eight hundred to never drink one of those next to me again," he retorts, still smacking his tongue to get rid of the lingering taste. "My mouth tastes like a goddamn French lawnmower."

"Deal. Pay up," you say, making pinching fingers at him. "I'll buy us ice cream."

"Later. First, what's the deal with Brian?" Homelander asks, calling back to an interruption from even earlier in the conversation. The two of you run at the same frequency, often holding several broken conversations over the course of your hour lunch break.

"Oh! Right. Okay, so get this-"

This happens nearly every day. No one understands it. Hell, neither of you are entirely sure you understand it. Nonetheless, you wouldn't trade it for all the overpriced lattes in the world.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #platonic headcanons #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #fluff

[layton-heritage-posts]

I am so, so sorry. 697 words, Coffee Shop AU, strangers to lovers, first date

She settles into a window seat with her laptop and cup. The steam from it rises into the sunlight, tinted aqua by the sheer curtains, and curls on invisible currents. There’s not too much chatter for 10:00 am, but it’s the perfect amount of background noise as she opens up her email and gets to work reviewing all her notes for the latest client.

There’s just the basic information so far. She’d only questioned the client yesterday, so now it’ll be on to finding witnesses. Standard break-in. Curiously, only an expensive watch was missing. The safe in the bedroom was never touched, nor were any of the artisan vases on the mantle.

“It was a gift from my past marriage,” the client had said. She’s got one guess off the bat of what happened to the watch. Wife, watch, garbage truck. But saying so on nothing more than a well-experienced but still-unfounded prediction is bad detective work, so here she is poring over the documents.

She’s just finished rereading the client’s testimony when there’s a commotion at the front counter. A woman stands there, coffee in one hand outstretched, lid in the other as she waves it angrily. Her voice grows louder the more incensed she gets, and soon every word out of her mouth can be clearly heard by everyone in the room. The poor barista is new and looks terrified.

When it’s clear the woman is not going to stop her tirade any time soon, she gets up to go help the barista. Someone else seems to have the same idea, as another woman joins her on the way up to the counter.

“Hey, what’s up with your coffee?” she asks.

The yelling woman pauses for just a second, then turns and starts up again.

“I ordered a venti macchiato with oat milk and this is NOT a venti,” she rants.

The woman who also walked up is unimpressed, but waits for the yelling woman to pause to breathe before speaking. “They switched to different cups last week,” she says coolly. “That’s the new venti cup.”

Venti Macchiato looks down at her cup, then back to Cool Woman, caught off guard.

Cool Woman just raises an eyebrow.

“Well, a warning or something would’ve been nice,” Venti Macchiato snips, and then she turns on her heel and walks out.

“Are you alright?” Cool Woman immediately turns to the barista and asks.

“Fine, fine, thank you,” she says. “Can I get you something? On the house.”

Cool Woman hums. “How about one of those muffins?”

As the barista gets the muffin for Cool Woman, she heads back to her seat at the window. On to the evidence. No broken locks, no broken windows. The wife is looking ever more suspect.

“This muffin is huge. Want to share it?” Cool Woman sets the plate on her table with a smile. She’s beautiful, sitting in the soft blue light.

“I’d love to.” She sets her laptop aside and picks off a piece. It’s banana. Not her favorite, but it’s a small price to pay for having this stranger at her table.

“Nothing like being screamed at to start off your morning, yeah?” Cool Woman says wryly.

“It’s a cup, you know? No need to get all up and arms about it. Maybe try politely asking for a new one, or just drinking it,” she rambles.

Cool Woman is just as cool as she seems. As noon approaches, they talk about their jobs (attorney and private investigator. How similar) and find their love for video games in common. She finds that she could sit there all day just talking, but she realizes she has a witness appointment in half an hour, and it takes 20 minutes to get there.

“I’m really sorry, I have to go to an appointment,” she says as she stashes her laptop in her bag.

Cool Woman smiles. “No problem. Hey, maybe we could get lunch some other time.”

She nods and scrambles for her notebook, scribbles her phone number down, and holds it out. “I’d like that.”

“Hey, wait!” Cool Woman calls.

She turns.

“I never got your name.”

“layton-heritage-posts.”

Cool Woman smiles. “aceattorneyheritageposts.”

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[spiderfunkz]

✧.* coffee

— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.

— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.

a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.

summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.

but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.

your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.

"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.

"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.

you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"

"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"

the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.

you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.

"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.

"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.

you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.

the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.

"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.

"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.

"go talk to her." robin points.

you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.

you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.

you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.

time passes and she has to go back.

"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.

you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."

#nancy wheeler fluff #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x reader fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy wheeler blurb #natalia dyer

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Hey, sweet Meera.

How about some Bucky

And snacks (this is a Baklava Cronut, but any pastry will do)

Kisses

a/n: can i be cringy and say i don’t know which one is yummier? ahahha no sorry but omg i love this. it inspired me to write this AU hehe i really hope you like it.

James Bucky Barnes, spoilt and rich, son of CEO George Barnes, has everything. He is living his best life from on frat party to another from one girl to another, the famous playboy loved his life.

Until one day, few months before his graduation, his father called him in his office.

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get serious” Bucky rolled his eyes

“Dad, I’m not joining your company” the senior Barnes laughed at that

“oh son, you really think you’re fit for my company? you are a spoilt little brat, living his life on his old man’s money. it’s time to change that.”

This made Bucky curious

“Go get yourself a job, any job, I don’t care, but if you can’t get yourself a job by the end of the month, then you’re out.”

“Out? what do you mean out?”

“Out of my will, out of your penthouse that I bought for you, well… everything actually.”

And that his Bucky Barnes found himself working in this coffee shop. He hates it I mean how do people even do this? And the customers are the worst, but he can’t complain or else he will be fired.

“This sucks” he mutters under his breath as he was making ‘oat caramel macchiato with mocha drizzle’ or whatever the shit the customer has ordered.

“Here’s your coffee” Bucky gives a fake smile to the customer, ugh they are lucky to receive even a fake smile from him.

Evening rolled in, it’s almost time for Bucky’s shift to end, finally. He’s cleaning up the counter, muttering curses under his breath when the cafe door opens again.

“Fucks sake wh-“ his rant stops in between when he sees you across the counter. Your eyes focused on the pastries displayed. And his eyes focused on you.

You look up at him and he looks away, he doesn’t want to get caught staring like some creep. Bucky clears his throat and you smile at him. How can someone else’s smile make him feel happy? He asks himself.

“Hi, um, can you help me with selecting a pastry? They all look so good I’m confused.” You ask him with that pretty smile of yours

Now if it was any other customer he probably would have rolled his eyes and said whatever came to his mind but in this case, he does want to talk to you.

“Well I’m a basic guy myself, quite love the brownies and cinnamon rolls, the apple pie too, but um, we started doing these Baklava Cronuts recently and they are quite popular so you can try one.” Bucky says with a smile, a genuine smile, after a while, gosh he doesn’t remember the last time he actually couldn’t stop smiling, he feels shy.

“One Baklava Cronut it is then” you give him your order “and can I please get an iced coffee as well?”

Bucky feels like saying ‘I’ll give you all the pastries and coffees if I could’- a smile plastered on his face.

You take a seat and wait for your order, Bucky told you he’d bring it over.

As Bucky starts making your coffee he cannot help but steal glances at you, you’re sitting there by the window, the evening sun casting a beautiful glow on your face. This is something Bucky would have scoffed at in another situation because he doesn’t really understand love, but there you are and he cannot stop staring.

It’s not that Bucky has not dated beautiful women before, some were models, literally but there is something about you which is giving him butterflies and he is not yet sure if he likes it.

“Here you go” Bucky smiles and places your order in front of you on the table.

“Tha- oh uh, I didn’t order the brownie.”

“It’s on the house.” The smooth Bucky who has flirted with many many women is gone, and remaining is a shy bucky who cannot stop smiling.

“oh,” and that’s when you bite your lip and Bucky feels his eyes are glued to your lips.

“Thank you…” You trail off to find his name tag. “Bucky”

The moment you say his name Bucky is gone. He wants to hear you say his name, again, and again. Has his name ever sounded so good?

“I’m- I don’t know if this is too forward but um, would you like to go out with me sometime?” Bucky is flustered while trying to ask you out. He looks at you with his pretty blue eyes and you felt like you’re melting into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’ll like that.” You smile.

Bucky feels like jumping in happiness. But tries to play it cool, you know scratch that he doesn’t want to be cool he wants to be happy and shy and spend time with you, get to know you.

He gives you his number and asks you to text him when you’re free.

After you leave the coffee shop that day, Bucky feels keeps checking his phone, excited, nervous, anxious, and after finishing his shift when he is going back home, when he feels like he is losing his mind, his phone chimes

you: hey, i’m free this friday if you’d like to meet x

Bucky smiles, almost giggles. Quickly types back.

Bucky: Sounds perfect. Can’t wait to meet you again.

Maybe working at the coffee shop isn’t that bad. He smiles to himself and drives back home, counting days till Friday.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes college au #bucky barnes coffee shop au #coffee shop au #james bucky barnes #ask answered✨ #meera writes prompts

[fullofbees]

Beel probably could legit milk his chest for milk. figure he has some in the fridge and mc drinks it before beel has to explain yeah no that milk beel owns its milk from beel.

A/N: You know, I've always loved the lactation kink but to have it flipped on its head with Beel as the one being milked... Blessed anon, you have opened my eyes lmao. I hope you enjoy!

CW: Lactation kink obvs, unintended breast milk drinking, no actual smut but there are reader's suggestive thoughts lmao.

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

The sight of the empty shelves before you is almost enough to send you into a rage that only Satan would be proud of. 

Responsibility for tonight’s dinner has fallen to you, despite your repeated protests, since Lucifer has been called away “unexpectedly” by Diavolo. For someone who can reprimand his brothers for hours at the slightest instance of them shirking their responsibilities, he sure knows how to abandon his just as fast. It’s not that you don’t understand how important the Prideful demon is to the Devildom, but the number of times he’s been conveniently called away on his dinner days is suspicious. And just like every other time, you’ve been left to sort out the mess they’ve left behind. 

Your mood is already sour at the mountain of homework you have to get through, so preparing dinner will waste what precious study time you have. Discovering that you now have to go shopping on top of that has downright pissed you off. 

Though it is futile, you give one last sweeping look over the shelves as if your anger might magically cause all your ingredients to appear. Seriously, you live in a realm that’s packed to the brim with magical artifacts, spells, and sorcerers and no one has figured out how to make grocery shopping instantaneous? 

Before another internal rant can begin, you spot a glass container sitting on the top shelf, pushed all the way to the back. You can’t reach it by standing on your toes so you quickly run to the dining room and drag a chair into the kitchen. Placing it in front of the open fridge, its perfect height allows you to climb up and grab the bottle with ease. 

The bottle reminds you of the old glass milk jugs you’d see in older cartoons, when the necessity of a milkman was a normal part of life. The liquid inside is white, though it is slightly thicker like a cream, leaving little milky waves on the sides as you turn the bottle to-and-fro in your hands. The glass is smooth, with no embossing or artistic label, no expiration date, and most curiously, no hastily scribbled “BEEL” to designate the sixth-born’s claim. You had figured that was the reason it had survived in the fridge so long, since no one dared to risk another gluttonous outburst from the demon, but the absence of such has only piqued your curiosity even more. 

Twisting the cap, it easily releases with a soft pop. You sigh in relief, thankful that the bottle is free from curses. Bringing the bottle closer to your face, you sniff at the contents. The scent is puzzling. It isn’t foul like spoiled milk would be, but it doesn’t have the neutral smell that you expect. There’s an underlying spice to it that is familiar. You wrack your brain, but no matter how many times you smell the liquid, the name for the mystery scent dies on the tip of your tongue.

“Well… bottom’s up!” You think to yourself as you take a quick swig from the bottle. After all, if it isn’t claimed, and the brothers have the audacity to leave you with an empty fridge, you deserve to partake in the spoils of forgotten treasure.  

If the smell was puzzling, then the taste was downright incomprehensible. Of the different beasts available to be milked in this realm, this tasted like none you have tried. Is this some kind of oat or nut milk? Come to think of it, it didn’t remind you of any of the types of milk back home either. Was this from the Celestial Realm? 

Taking another sip, you let the milk settle on your tongue before swallowing. Again, you aren’t able to place the taste. So you take another sip. And another. Another, another, another, until you’ve finished a quarter of the bottle. The flavor is sweet, but not sickeningly so. There’s a tang to it, a kick that isn’t spicy, but instead savoury. 

You don’t get a chance to continue your quest, instead being nearly toppled into the fridge by a frantic-looking Beel as he rips the container from your hands. 

“PLEASE, please tell me you weren’t drinking this!” The demon demands, protectively cradling the bottle to his chest, body half turned away from you as he curls in on himself in embarrassment. He refuses to meet your eyes, for if he did, he wouldn’t need to ask that question, damning evidence found as a milk mustache formed on your upper lip.

“Uhmm…” Hands still clutching onto the fridge door for dear life, you look at Beel in pure bewilderment, “I did?” You don’t know what’s gotten into the demon. You had double-checked that his name wasn’t on the bottle! “Is it yours?”

Beelzebub’s fingers anxiously twitch against the bottle wrapped in his arms, “Not exactly…” 

Climbing down from the chair, you now stand in front of the demon. Beel is the definition of a gentle giant, always careful despite his imposing size and strength. That’s why you’re concerned when he flinches away from you when you try to take the bottle from his hands. 

“Beel… what’s wrong?” You ask, one hand on his shoulder while the other gives a reassuring squeeze to his bicep. “Did I do something?”

The sixth-born shakes his head, “This isn’t… normal milk.” 

“Wha– What kind of milk is it?” Anxiety creeps into your voice. Did you just drink something poisonous?

With a heavy sigh, Beel finally manages to look at you. A deep blush has bloomed on his cheeks, the crimson color running down his neck. He looks like he just finished a game of Fangol, sweat beading on his forehead and his breaths seemingly erratic. “It’s mine…”

“But I didn’t see your name written– OH.” The realization hits you as you watch Beelzebub point to his own chest. Your own face begins heating up as you bury your head in your hands. “I am SO sorry Beel, I didn’t–”

A new idea jumps to the forefront. One that causes the heat in your body to flame between your legs. “So you can– you’re able to– you produce milk?”

The demon nods, one of his large hands nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

A tantalizing scenario materializes in your mind. 

You, sitting against the headboard of your bed. Beel, resting between your legs with his back to your chest. He whines as you massage his pecs, milk pebbling from his nipples before dripping down into the grooves of his abdominals. 

His hands fists his cock, the pace torturously slow as you had ordered. Every so often, his hand runs along his stomach, gathering up the spent milk before returning to stroke his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, such a good boy.~” You’d coo, pinching one of his erect nipples between your fingers. 

He begs for permission to speed up. You grant it as a reward for being good. 

He finally cums, seed spilling onto his stomach and hand as he sags against your body. He whines again when you move out from under him, letting him rest against your pillows. You settle yourself in between his legs, bending over his muscular frame to lick at his skin. 

The mixture of his milk and cum is sinful. It’s sweet and salty; simple yet savoury.

It’s familiar.

Finally, you have a name for the mysterious flavor of the milk. 

Emboldened by your newfound knowledge, and unabashed horniness for the demon before you, you decide to make your move. 

Beel looks helpless, like an abandoned puppy, tears forming in his eyes as you gently cup his face. You softly stroke your thumbs over his cheeks, catching the few tears that fall and wiping them away. Everything that needs to be said is conveyed in your loving gesture. 

You hold him like that for a minute or two before removing your hands to coax the bottle out of his grasp. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually gives it up, hand gripping his wrist anxiously as he watches you place the bottle back into the fridge. When you return to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body against yours. His hands fall to your waist, your skin always warm and pliable under his touch. 

Pulling back from the embrace only slightly, your touch is light as you trail your fingers along his collarbones and down the expanse of his chest. “Do you always produce milk?” You ask in a whisper.

“No,” he murmurs, “Only during heats.”

Humming in acknowledgement, your hands slide underneath his pecs before you push the flesh together. Your fingers dig into his skin as you cup his breasts, your right thumb teasingly flicking at his nipple. Beel whimpers above you and the sound makes your crotch pulse with need.

Pressing a kiss to the flesh through his shirt, you ask, “When’s your next heat?”

Beel bites his lip, trying to hold in a moan as your lips move to suck at his nipple, leaving a wet spot on his shirt. “T-Two months from now.”

Reluctantly, you pull away from your demon. As much as you want to continue teasing him, you know you have to leave. There’s still shopping to do, dinner to make, and essays to write. “Promise to come to me during your next heat?”

“I promise.” 

You smile, standing on your toes to properly kiss him. “Good. Now, why don’t you go change your shirt and come shopping with me? I’ll buy you that pudding you like.”

Beelzebub matches your grin, his previous embarrassment and arousal easily dissipating at the thought of food.

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[wereoz]

YAY when i saw u tagged me my mouth literally dropped open THANKS @belleandsaintsebastian

last song: dancing barefoot!! was so obsessed with that song around… 2022? and about every other time i encounter it

currently watching: twd & the mentalist!! love twd sm i love long series and how they become homey and i love thinking abt constant underlying messages which twd is RIFE with. i am watching this season quite infrequently tho just cuz i don’t enjoy it as much as the others and i have been angry ranting abt it tbh………

the mentalist is quite frankly…… bad. 😭😭 WELL actually idk…… like it has strong points and obviously something abt it hooks me cuz hello i’m on s4 but in s1 & 2 i was like thats so cliched and annoying and that’s literally just police brutality so….. but in s3 i was enjoying parts & building little fantasy worlds abt it in my head & oh my god im obsessed w teresa lisbon & i LOVED the finale because it had DRAMA!!!! but then all the drama surrounding one plot avenue is just SUCKED OUT (imo) in the beginning if s4 so??? and one plot thread was just left so like thats annoying….. and the main guy at the last few minutes of an episode was literally told. i’ve diagnosed u with aspd (well. he said ‘psycopath’ i think but then when he lightheartedly asked a coworker he used the term ‘anti social personality’ so) and its like…. a joke basically so…… thank u very cool. literally that one house autism GOTCHA moment i had flashbacks

currently reading: love and marriage by monica ali, i got it from my english teacher cuz she brought in her favs. it was funny cuz last minute she was like oh no i forgot!!!! theres a lot of sex!!!!ask if u have questions i’m ur pshe teacher!!! very earnest & giggly shes great. i like it so far and the style of writing, im VERY interested in where its going, so glad i’ve found a book i enjoy sm

‘how far we’ve come’, for a competition…… ough i need to pick that up again before time runs out.

fever wake, very interesting to read, especially cuz i always read it before bed , all hazy and tired lmao

lesbians guide to catholic school, just for the mandatory 10 mins reading at my school in english. don’t really like the writing style, but i find the main character, yamilet’s, unique relationship w her family SO interesting. being the second favourite just bc shes a girl, how she reconciles her love for her brother with how frustrating that is, homophobia from beloved family members, and her dad being deported all interest me a lot

current favourites: …..always hot chocolate & whipped cream, my binder!!!!! oat biscuits, pasta, painting in acrylics & just working in my gcse sketchbook in general, collaging, imagining scenarios & fic scenes in my head especially w music, listening to music to and from school, when i make people laugh, that i’ve become more social and less afraid to talk to people,

no pressure tags <3 : @gayfilmbro @preordainedplace (again!! no pressure esp for u!! cuz ik were not mutuals but i love ur blog & art <3 and with it being so hard to find anyone posting abt one deranged movie released 13 years ago it feels like were locked in the same cage already lmao) @1985houndsoflove @thelastdaysofrocknroll @thepunkmuppet @doctorgregoryhouse @pnt03prcnt

[greenjacketwhitehatdocmui]

Steve Rogers Rant

    This is going to be a rant and there will be spoilers for the post-credits scene of “She Hulk:  Attorney at Law.”  You have been warned.

    So, it’s been revealed by Bruce that Steve Rogers lost his virginity in 1943 on a USO tour.  This was after Jen bemoaned that “America’s Ass” should not have died a virgin.

    (Of course, Bruce wasn’t going to dispute Steve’s status as being dead.  The man served, let him rest.  Let people look at the legend.  If only they would leave the legend’s reputation alone.)

    Now, there are those who have declared that this is canon with a snigger and an LOL.  And it’s true that was from an official Marvel production, stated by no less than Kevin Feige himself.  But to paraphrase Nick Fury, “I recognize that Marvel decided this was canon.  But given that it’s a stupid decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.”

    This tidbit shows a remarkable lack of understanding of who Steve Rogers is.  It was done as a cute little “take that,” a joke, to satisfy peoples’ curiosity about a subject that isn’t relevant to the character.  Because obviously, he can’t be human if he ignores his natural urges, surrounded by beautiful women, right?  This makes him more relatable.

    Wrong.  Much like the saying, “this is why we can’t have nice things,” therefore we can’t have good heroes—at least, according to some people.  The shining ideal is unattainable, therefore, adding a figurative smudge or two or a handful of mud makes the character more palatable and “relatable.”

    (I’m reminded of a certain writer who shall remain nameless.  They have publicly said that they love writing a certain, heroic character.  However, whenever the story isn’t on that character, that writer goes out of their way to throw hints that perhaps the hero isn’t all that great.)

    This little “revelation” doesn’t make sense in the context of what we’ve seen in the movies.  He’s an honest, decent man with high morals instilled into him by his mother. Steve mentioned to Peggy in “The First Avenger” that he’s waiting for “the right partner.”  This implies that he’s looking for a meaningful relationship. In fact, he doesn’t form many attachments, but they do tend to be deep ones.  He’s humble and describes himself as “just a kid from Brooklyn.”

    Sorry, but does this sound like a guy who’s just cruising for a fling while on the USO tour?  I mean, if it were Joe Average who got the serum, maybe even Gilmore Hodges, that guy might be feelings his oats.  He might feel entitled, that this kind of attention was what he deserved.

    That’s not Steve Rogers.  If you think that’s who he is, you don’t understand the character.

    “But he’s only human!  He has urges!”  they exclaim. I don’t discount that.  But Steve knows what it’s like to be weak and unwanted. He also has a functioning brain which, I’m given to understand, he puts to good use.  He remembers how it felt when the girls saw the 5’4 asthmatic weakling and turned away.  And now that he has some muscles, now they’re after him?  No, they’re not looking at Steve Rogers.  They see the muscles, the uniform and the title—and the chance to exclaim that they were his first.  Those are shallow reasons, and for Steve, it might be something of a turn-off.  If such an encounter did happen, he might even feel used.

    Then there’s the matter of Peggy.  Given her security clearance and skillset, do you think that she wouldn’t find out about such an indiscretion if it had happened? And if said indiscretion was during the USO tour before she met up with him again, do you think she would have been nearly as cordial?  Wouldn’t this kind of slip-up prove to Peggy that Steve is just like any other man—and not in a good way?  I doubt that she would have fallen for him after that.

From a more objective standpoint, the theory doesn’t hold water.  The most reasonable explanation for this little bombshell is that it’s a lie.  Steve is a good actor, but he’s a terrible liar.  I imagine that after being razzed one too many times by Tony about the “90 year-old virgin,” Nat might have taken things into her own hands and concocted the whole story.  She might have said that the “encounter” was Senator Brandt’s way of keeping Steve under his thumb. And, she might have gone on to vaguely say that “things went bad” after Steve found out.  Of course, she saw no reason to inform anyone otherwise afterwards. Perhaps all Steve knew was that the subject was off the table, much to his relief.

    Doesn’t that make more sense than the idea that Steve had a moment of moral weakness?  Doesn’t that sound more like Steve Rogers instead of Joe Average? 

--Doc

#she-hulk #Steve Rogers #captain america #peggy carter #rant

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Watched the rest of the absurdity of a hostage story with Laurel and Collin...

Still...no words. 

Like I could see that having been somewhat interesting if Marshall was like...still around? And this was how he finally got truly free of his father and that really made him start thriving or something as a character that was going to stay on the show. And maybe if Marshall had some part in the rescue attempt and got to help turn his father over to the police. 

But as it stands...there’s just absolutely zero pay off for anything that happened in the last two episodes. I mean truly...what was supposed to be the point here other than giving them a headline or two in the soap mags?? 

It’s not even like Laurel not going to India originally was based on some fight she and Jai were having and him rescuing her was bringing them closer together again. Or even if Jai and Suni had really had more of a falling out before he left and them working together to find Laurel had brought them closer. 

Like literally none of that. 

It wasn’t even particularly satisfying to watch Colin finally get what was coming to him because I feel like him melting down in front of a reporter at the bus shelter reveal did that. Him losing his job and having nothing, that was good enough and not a convoluted mess. 

Also the fact that Laurel didn’t just get up and fucking run when he sat her down on the bench was kind of ridiculous. As we learned with Aaron’s kidnapping skills, you have to tie their legs together so they can’t run...unless you’re Laurel. So silly. 

And if all of that wasn’t bad enough, all of this hostage/kidnap nonsense totally undercut any significance to Rishi’s already off screen funeral. They just had to have a shock death, killing Rishi on Jai’s wedding day without them having made up. And then he gets like a day to grieve and a week to plan the off screen funeral. And then he’s off to India. To my knowledge (cause I can’t possibly be bothered to watch a whole episode), they didn’t even show the drinks they were supposedly having for Rishi in the pub. Instead of focusing on any of that, they decide to do a hostage story with fucking Colin who no one really cares about and make it all about that. And all about losing his wife and then Laurel losing Ashley and like...you just killed off a character of 12 years and this is what you’re focusing on?! 

Sigh....

Not to mention all of the extreme pacing problems they have lately because they’re so fucking desperate to have new snappy spoiler headlines every week that insane things just happen all the time and have absolutely zero on screen impact because they’re over in an episode or two and then everything is back to status quo and you’re supposed to forget it ever happened. 

It reminds me a lot of Kate Oats’ crazy Thursday doubles where you’d get Robert hiring a hitman to kill Chas and then be expected to forget it happened. And like Maxine wrote that episode and did everything she could with it, gave it nuance where there absolutely was none but that doesn’t make it any less ridiculous. And Isobel Cameron wrote this episode and like...the scenes themselves weren’t actually terrible if it had any business being a story in the first place. But I digress. 

All that to say, current Emmerdale feels like Kate Oats’ crazy Thursday doubles on crack. (But at least Kate Oats had other longer running better paced stories with impact going on and not just all silly thursday doubles, which is what this feels like)

And it’s a fucking problem. 

And I’m so jealous that the Hollyoaks producer is leaving because I want Jane and Company gone too. It’s not fair. We’ve all suffered enough. 

okay...rant over

#emmerdale complaints corner

[chocolate-teapots]

She’s a Babe: Ted Logan

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                          In the process of testing Ted for his finals

                                    you test the limits of friendship. 

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Warnings: heavy makeout session, this gif.

I sat behind the camera as my two idiot best friends attempted to play the guitar without any experience at all.

They yelled 'Wyld Stallyns' over and over again while beating the shit out of guitars.

I closed the camera.

"Guys, guys, don't you think you should actually learn to play?", I asked them. They both stood there dumbfounded. Their vacant expressions replied for them. I sighed and sat back down.

"Y/N babe Eddie Van Halen will teach us", Bill said in a duh tone. Putting down his guitar, or what was left of it. His hands went on his hips.

"In what universe", I asked sarcastically to both of them.

They both thought for a moment until a lightbulb lit above 'ted's head.

"Earth", he said matter-of-factly trying to outsmart me. Poor guy.

"Ted you idiot, the earth's a galaxy, not a universe", Bill said while hitting Ted's arm.

I shook my head with muttering profanities.

"Whatever let's study", I said giving up on the boys and heading to my boring house.

"No no wait, I can't study with you guys, sorry, I'll lose focus man", Bill said. He nudged Ted's arm as if they were hiding something.

I looked at them in utter confusion as they acted innocent for the hundredth time today.

I was slightly relieved since Ted was tamer than Bill, he would end up trashing Ted's room or something.

"Say hi to Missy for me", Ted smirked as Bill headed away.

"Shut up Ted", he yelled.

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"So Ted, who was George Washington", I asked him. He sat flustered on my bed massaging his temples.

"Oh that's the dude with wooden teeth, chased Moby Dick", he said smiling that smile of his.

"That Captain Ahab dude", I replied hitting my head with the book in my hands. I was all ready for the history exam but Ted wasn't at all. God help him.

"Hey, you ever made a mushroom out of his head?", he began, his hands mirroring his enthusiasm. He got up and started pacing around the room ecstatically.

"Ted, Alaska...", I reminded him. The teen sat down on the edge of the bed at this, his face buried in his hands.

I crawled over to him and sat by his side. My hand rubbed his clothed back as he ranted.

"I am destined to end up at Oats Military Academy Y/N", he said in his hands.

"You're smarter than you think Ted, at least I think so", I said truthfully. The kid put himself down. With a dad like his, you were bound to think you're worthless.

He looked up at me, his face out of his hands. He suddenly looked very attractive.

What was happening to me?

His lips were red, his hair messy. I couldn't control my feelings. My face was probably as red as his lips by now.

I sharply inhaled.

"Yeah?", he asked softly.

"Definitely", I stuttered, he suddenly came nearer and nearer to me. To my side of the bed.

I began to move away, leaning back as far as I could before I fell back on the bed, Ted on top.

"Ted", I groaned. I didn't know what I wanted at that point. If you were in a situation where your gorgeous best friend suddenly pounced on you, what would you do? Hard right? No not him, the decision.

"Shhh", he said before kissing me passionately. Our breathing fast, he was just as nervous and hesitant as I was.

I tried to move again but ended up on top of him. How my body was helping me, geez.

Our lips didn't budge from their position. My hands squeezed his now creased shirt.

"I don't want this", I said in between kisses.

"Then why are you kissing me", he replied doing the same. We were both confused. I was angry, confused, aroused, flushed, and happy all the same time.

I pulled away, sitting directly on his crotch making his eyes widen.

"Because I...", I began. He groaned when I ground softly on him.

His hands rubbed my hips softly as I tried to end the answer.

"Like you", I finished.

He pushed me back forward, my lips instinctively falling on his. Ted's hands wandered everywhere before resting on my butt.

We rolled around on my fair-sized bed until we were comfortable.

I lay on my back with him kissing me softly, much softer than before. He laid on his side right next to me, no more than a millimetre apart and his hand rubbed my torso slowly, often skimming my breasts.

I was so far up heavens butt, I didn't notice Bill arrive at my room unexpectedly.

"Hey Y/N, your Mom let me in... OH MY GOD!", he exclaimed. I and Ted froze looking at him in shock, his hand still on my chest. We both couldn't move, paralysed you could say.

"Bill! Get outta here man", Ted said seriously at Bill gesturing to my frozen body next to him.

"Right right dude dudette, have fun, I guess, use protection, and uh, just",  Bill struggled while trying not to look and my helpless body.

"GET OUT MAN", we both yelled at Bill He quickly hurried out of the door, shutting it quietly behind him.

I looked at ted and we laughed, well, giggled uncontrollably. We stopped and shared a moment staring into each other's eyes.

"Where were we?", he smirked attaching his hand once more to its rightful place and kissing my neck.  

#80s imagines #80s movie #ted theodore logan #bill and ted

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Travel Blog - Lübeck & Travemünde (15.-17. December 2023)

Last little weekend vacation before the holidays. It was mainly a trip to attend the last concert for the year and we went on the plenty of christmas markets in Lübeck and briefly visited Travemünde on our way back on sunday.

Mainly some cozy traveling, some rants, lots of foods and impressions here.

Friday - 15. December

After avoiding the demonstration of the farmers against the newest political discourse we arrived in Lübeck, Mom had another figth with the navigation system as she was like "I knew the place" but in the end I basically had to tell her to FORGET what she think she knows and just trust me as navigator. We eventually arrived at our hotel.

In before I had a bit of a trouble with the booking process... we had booked another hotel but the service contacted me in June that we can't go there we had to change the hotel. It was a back and forth with the customer service as the callcenter agents can't access the e-mail customer service and vice versa and both sides tried to contact me and told me over and over again I have to change everything. As stuff was settled the old hotel contacted me a month later that I HAVE TO CHANGE THE HOTEL. It was super stressfull.

Well as we arrived Mom went in to check in as my anxious ass hates that and I needed to calm down after the little discourse about the route. Then she came and said "They don't accept me you have to as you booked the hotel", fine. We were able to check in but then... Mom's card was declined. First I thought it was just because it's her EC and not her CC. ... her EC got declined. Because she thought it was smart to keep her invalid one while she got a newer one (AND ALREADY USED THAT) and ... in the end I had to pay for the super expensive hotel she wanted as the old one got canceled OTL what a way to start the weekend. She luckily transfered me the money back but being her piggy bank for cash the whole weekend truly got on my nerves.

Anyways I needed comfort food, we headed out to Café Niederegger and enjoyed some cake, shopped a bit at their store and then went to the christmas markets.

Lübeck has several markets and while I am not a christmas person I somehow love the markets there, they have a certain vibe. The main market is in the historical centre, then you have a medieval themed one, some booths around the shopping district, a fairytale themed one, international, little elf houses, a martime one and one at the harbour along some more.

We also went to a few stores as I wanted to get some ornaments for my christmas tree as I want to decorate it rather traditional this time with more natural material, candy and just things that have a memorial value for me.

And I finally got my crepe filled with Kinderschokolade and the waffle as plate, I love that idea still. Here you can see the tiny elf village and the ferris wheel of the maritime market. Last year I took photos with Allen here but I decided against bringing Red along this day as I was quite done and didn't want to stress myself with doll photos.

We had dinner at a burger place (I had one with oat based patty, fig chutney and walnuts), we decided to have dinner at a restaurant for friday and then just snack on stuff the next one. It was quite dark as we went back. Oh and I had a chocolate covered apple for dessert as I somehow wanted something fresh but that was .. as fresh as it got. You can see my little haul from that day on the last photo.

Saturday - 16. December

The day started early for me, I'm an early bird. I went out for photos with Red, but was a bit miffed as this year they turned off the lights in the morning, the last years they still had them on for quite a while. I took a little walk with Red but the lightning was really awful... and I lost the reflector, went back the whole way, and back again and then finally found it.

I have to say Mom is truly not trying to compromise with some things, I was super hangry as she finally got up (I was awake for over 3 hours by then and usually I have breakfast 1 1/2 hours after I get up the LATEST), and pissed at the world and the overpriced buffet but it was food at least.

We then headed out again but the markets were still closed, we took a turn through the city to check some of the smaller streets and met a man who told us a bit about the street he lives in.

We went on a little shopping spree but the stores were badly ventilated I felt the overstimulation coming with a terrible headache, as Mom wanted to go into H&M I just told her 'nope' and waited outside.

Funny enough she said the store was super horrible and we continued to sightsee the other markets like the fairytale themed one and the handcrafter market (that one was inside a church and you had to pay a small fee), the stuff there was amazing but also super expensive, we didn't buy anything there but it was interesting to see.

Weirdly I still had a super hard headache going on .... until I noticed it was 12 already my body was like "hey gimme food", I'm so into my eating routine its horrible. Anyways I got a Baumstriezel with nuts, which resulted in Mom not wanting any as she was like "I want cinnamon&sugar!" but my brain was like "NUTS"... way to keep her off my food, lol.

As told in before Saturday was to be snack day and we had a lot of snacks while going back and forth the markets, we visited some other Marzipan stores and had some relax time at the hotel before fetching more food. And I got new tree ornaments at the tourists information store and my first ever Cinnamonroll! It was a gingerbread one and I am not sure if I like them, maybe a normal cinnamon roll will more my thing but I have to say it was .. too much cinnamon in the centre for me.

After cooling down a bit we got dinner-ish which was .. a lot. But as we walked around almost the whole day I felt I needed just more. And I got more, a flammkuchen (the toppings weren't much, so little mushrooms T_T), Mutzen (a fried pastry) and a falafel wrap. Back to the hotel we went for sitting down a bit before heading out for the concert.

To our surprise we ... walked into the christmas farmer's parade. It's not a usual thing here, and I researched it they do this for the children in the hospitals in Lübeck, to bring them something joyful during this time, I think that's really cute.

For the concert I can tell it was a blast, I had a super nice talk with some of the regulars there and the whole band was so thankful for everyone being there, it was like coming home. I just adore this band and I am glad I already have two tickets to see them next year again :)

I will post more pics from the concert in a seperate entry later on!

Sunday 17 December

Sunday started early for me as well, but as I had little sleep after the concert and my left ear being half deaf I was really done for. Mom decided to sleep even longer, she had promised me to get to breakfast earlier but... it didn't happen. I went on a little walk to let the time pass and she was still asleep as I got back ... sigh. Took the time and took some pics of the stuff I bought the day prior.

I was quite pissed and even was miffed at everything in the hotel at this point, don't mess with me when I lack sleep and am hungry.

As we checked out we went to Travemünde where I took some photos with Nachti & Red.

Then we went onto the small christmas market there. It truly is just a small one but cute anways. Lunch was at the Café Niederegger where I had waffles and ice cream, I bought some more smoll things to bring with me for christmas and then we headed home. The drive back home was long but no happenings this time, that was .. nice for a change.

After dinner (I had Udon soup, noms) and unpacking a bit we went to see our local christmas parade. The parade was more a demonstration against... yep, the current political discourse. The whole thing was created during the pandemic to bring some light into the dark while everything was cancelled but now it all has a different meaning. The kids in the village enjoyed it though.

For me the trip was overall positive but I got an ear infection from not wearing a beanie on saturday (that's why my ear acted up) and I needed some time to regain. I'm working through my todolist but am trying to not to do everything at once. There is a lot I have to edit and put into the queue still, but I aim to have it all done soon that I can start on new things.

#travel blog #lübeck #travemünde #christmas market #concert #photography #baltic sea