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We Still Have Time

Title: We Have Time (Part 2) - We Still Have Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3,676

In which Dean has found the courage to be with the reader, but one mistake means risking everything.

Part 1

A/N: Part 2 of We Have Time! Thank you @procrastination20 for the idea, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

You’d always heard that long distance relationships were hard. 

It’s not that you didn’t believe your friends when they’d told you, it was more that it never really occurred to you just how hard it would be. That’s probably why you had agreed to it in the first place. 

Almost a year ago, after you and Dean had finished fixing up Baby, he and Sam had stayed in town for two more weeks, allowing you and Dean to get to know each other even better and decide that the two of you definitely wanted to try being in a relationship. You had a feeling that Sam had a lot to do with that decision from Dean’s end, but you weren’t complaining.

On the Winchester’s last day in town, Dean had finally fulfilled his promise and taken you on a ride. It had lasted through the night, and at one point you’d had Eye of the Tiger playing from the speaker, both of you half singing along as you tried to contain your laughter.

At the end of the day, Dean had left you back at your apartment with a gentle kiss on the lips, a tight hug, and a promise to come back.

After the brothers had left, Dean made a point to call you almost every day and tell you about the places that he and Sam were visiting. You found it odd that they made a point to never visit the same place twice, even if the town sounded amazing, but always reminded yourself that wanderers rarely tended to stay in one place.

Even better than phone calls were the rare times when Sam and Dean would swing by for a visit. Those were your favorite times, since Dean would always take you out on a date of sorts and stay for a couple of days before hitting the road again. Those visits would usually end just as quickly as they began, with Dean getting a call from another traveler, or Sam stopping by to let Dean know that it was time to go.

But if you were being honest, you wanted a bit more than that. You wanted to be able to wake up everyday knowing that Dean was nearby. You wanted to be together enough that you felt comfortable holding hands in public. You wanted to skip that two minute awkwardness that always took place when Dean apologized for not coming back sooner. You wanted him to stop avoiding questions about his personal life. You wanted Dean to be honest with you about why he kept a knife in his jacket and a hand on his phone whenever he was with you. 

You never complained though. You had agreed to a long distance relationship in the first place, and you didn’t want to give up Dean completely just because you couldn’t handle a few measly months away from each other.

Plus, you couldn’t blame Dean for the bits of secrecy, right? The two of you barely had any time together as it was, and he probably just didn’t want to spend the only time that you two had together focused on blurting out every single detail about himself when you could be spending time eating burgers and watching Untouchables together.

But still, every time you went out with your friends and their significant others, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang in your chest when you thought about the fact that you would probably never experience the same ease and comfort that came with spending time with someone who you knew would be around every day.

But you always shook off those negative thoughts. You knew that being with Dean was worth that feeling. What the two of you had was enough.

Wasn’t it?

~~~

Sam looked up in surprise, trying to catch Dean’s eye. “We were just there two months ago, we can’t go back now.”

Dean shrugged, avoiding Sam’s gaze as he cleaned out the barrel of his gun. “I’m not saying we’re going there for a vacation, I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a few days.”

Sam scoffed and set his gun down on the table standing between the two brothers in their motel room. “What happened to being discreet? To never being in the same town twice?”

Dean looked up with a smile. “Well, we’ve broken every other rule in the books. What’s one more?”

“Dean, I know you like this girl, but we just can’t keep doing this.” “Hey, you’re the one who pushed me towards her in the first place.” “I know, I know. It’s just-” Same took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was somehow get it into Dean’s head that he had to break up with you. He had to choose his words carefully. “I’m just saying that we need to be careful. We always have a flock of demons and angels tracking our every move, and the last thing we want is for her to get hurt, right?”

Dean froze.

Sam cursed under his breath. “I’m not saying we need to stop visiting her altogether, alright? I’m just saying-”

Dean shook his head. “No, you’re right. We’ve been getting careless. I’ll call y/n, let her know that I won’t be around for a while.” He walked out of the room without waiting for a response.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. There had to be a way for Dean to keep visiting you while still keeping you safe, right? You shouldn’t have to break off your relationship just because of angry angels and nosy demons.

He grabbed his gun and continued to brainstorm as he worked.

If they could ward your house…but that would only attract attention. They could leave weapons with you, but that would mean giving you an explanation. An explanation that they would probably have to give you sooner or later anyway.

Sam’s eyes widened in realization. The only way that your relationship with Dean could ever work is if you knew. But Dean would never do that, not since there was a chance that things would get more dangerous for you.

Sam looked towards the door that Dean had walked out of, unable to make out words but hearing soft murmuring from Dean that sounded like a stream of apologies.

Sam sighed, dejected. What was worse? Never really being together because you knew that Dean was harboring secrets, or letting you in on the job so that the brothers could protect you while you and Dean were finally able to fully connect?

Sam took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands. Dean was going to have to make a decision soon, and Sam had a feeling that either way, none of you were going to enjoy it.

~~~

You were a good worker. You knew you were, your boss knew you were, and everyone else in town knew that you were.

In fact, every time someone from town had car trouble and had to bring their car to the garage, they asked for you specifically.

You might have been bad at long distance, but you were damn good with cars, and it was something that you would take pride in until the day that you retired.

You really were a good worker. But you were also a good multitasker. 

You’d found that out when you were young, when you had learned to do your homework while keeping an eye on the auto races that your parents would watch in the living room.

You had managed to keep the skill throughout your life, and were basically doing the same thing today, with half of your brain focused on getting cars repaired, and the other half of your brain screaming out in pain as you watched Formula Drift.

“He must be blind,” you muttered to yourself as you listened to the judges on television. You were working on autopilot, your hands working with the engine of a client’s car. “Blind or stupid.”

“I agree.”

You jerked upright, startled by the voice that had appeared from behind you. You whipped around, coming face to face with someone that you hadn’t seen in nearly a year.

“Dean!”

The older Winchester grinned, holding his arms out as you ran to him. He engulfed you in a hug, resting his chin on top of your head as you wound your arms around him.

You held on to him tightly, worried that he would fade away once again if you let go of him now. “I thought you were still on the road.”

You could feel Dean’s chest vibrate softly as he spoke. “I wanted to surprise my girl. Is that okay?”

You laughed lightly, pulling back to look up into his eyes. “Of course that’s okay, why wouldn’t it be?”

Dean’s eyes drifted over to the television. “You seem busy.”

You shook your head. “Not busy at all. Well, a little busy. Slightly busy with this car, but I should be done soon. Do you want to wait for me here? We can go out after, if you don’t already have plans with Sam.”

Dean smiled softly, keeping his hands gently planted on your waist. “Sammy’ll be fine on his own for a few hours. Today is all about you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and leaned forward, resting your head against his chest again. “I like the sound of that.”

~~~

You leaned against the bathroom door in bliss. You and Dean had gone out for dinner, and he’d taken you out for a ride afterwards.

You had offered your apartment up as a place for the two of you to watch a movie, but since your roommate was most likely there, Dean had insisted that you use his motel room since Sam would probably be out of the motel for a few more hours, giving you plenty of alone time.

When you’d gotten there, the two of you had gone straight to the bed to make yourselves comfortable while he put on Die Hard, per your request.

The two of you had barely even watched the movie, opting to spend time talking and catching up on what the two of you hadn’t said during your calls.

You learned a bit about his friend Castiel, which you thought was an interesting name, and he learned more about your roommate and a few new friends that you’d made.

By the time the credits were rolling, you’d somehow ended up sitting up against Dean’s side, his fingers combing through your hair as his other hand held one of yours.

He placed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Should I take you back to your place? You got work tomorrow, wouldn’t want your boss firing you.”

You laughed lightly. “You’re probably right. Not about firing me, she’d never be able to replace me, but I should really get going. I’m going to run to the restroom real quick, I’ll be right back.”

Dean hummed in acknowledgment and released you, standing up to stretch as you made your way to the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you and smiled to yourself, leaning back against the door. You wished that you could always have this. That you could come home from work and spend time with your boyfriend, or at least know that he would be nearby. 

Your smile faded. You knew that you were only going to hurt yourself by holding onto those fantasies. Dean and his brother like to wander, and you didn’t want to be the one who held him back.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the door. Maybe you could ask Dean if you could tag along. If you could be a wanderer with him and Sam. You would have to leave your job, but at least you and Dean would finally be together. It would be worth it. 

He was worth it.

A smile crossed your features once again. Maybe that was the solution. Maybe it could work.

You whirled around, a hand on the doorknob, ready to make the proposal to Dean. But you suddenly froze when you heard the motel door slam open and Sam’s frantic voice fill the air.

“Garth called. Possible vampire nest in the next town over.”

“Sammy-”

“If you want to stay head with y/n, I can scope out the area and let you know if I need backup-”

“Sammy!”

You heard a pause. Complete silence fell over the motel room. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

Vampire nest? Was that code for something? It had to be, there was no such thing as vampires. Right?

But deep down, you knew that something was wrong. The silence hadn’t lifted. If it had been some sort of code, someone would have spoken by now. 

You could hear Sam’s voice fill the silence, but couldn’t make out any words. Your heart sped up. The only thing worse than silence was not knowing what the brothers were saying.

And there was only one way to find out.

You opened the bathroom door slowly, and were met with the pale faces of Sam and Dean Winchester.

You swallowed heavily. “Hey, Sam.”

Sam forced a smile. “Hey. Sorry about that, we were just-”

“I get it,” you said, pasting a false smile on your face. “Brother code and all that. I think I’m going to head back. I’ll call my roommate.”

You saw Dean shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head slowly. “Y/n…”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat desperately. “Honestly, I’ll just call you tomorrow.”

“Please…”

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You moved to walk around them and right out the front door when Dean held out a hand to stop you.

“Wait, wait, wait. Could you…could you hear me out? Please?” Dean’s eyes were pleading.

You almost said no. You wanted to say no. Anyone who truly believed in vampires was not someone that you wanted to be in a relationship with.

But as you looked at him, you stopped yourself. You had just convinced yourself to leave behind everything for this man. You truly and genuinely loved him with all of your heart. Shouldn’t you at least give him a chance to explain himself? 

You took a deep breath. You’d had a sense that he was hiding something since the day you first met, but you’d decided to put your trust in him anyway. Maybe it was time for him to really earn that trust.

You nodded slowly and walked over to the bed, settling down and facing Dean. “Okay.”

Dean practically buckled in relief. “Okay?”

You nodded again. “Okay. Let’s hear it. I want the truth, though, Dean. The whole truth. Don’t deflect the way you always do when I ask about your family or your life. I deserve more than that.”

Dean nodded, pain in his eyes. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry about all that.”

You looked over at Sam, whose face was still ashen and afraid. “Alright then,” you said, steeling yourself.

“Let’s hear it.”

~~~

When you were younger, you used to go to sleepovers where your friends would tell you scary stories about werewolves and vampires that crept in the night, waiting until you were sleeping to jump out and pounce. Now that you were older and knew better, your boyfriend was telling you a scary story about how demons had killed his mom, and how that had set off a sequence of events that resulted in him and his brother becoming hunters of the supernatural.

Your thoughts were going off the rails when Dean finally finished his story. Could he be telling the truth? He certainly believed what he was saying, that was for sure. But how could there possibly have been a monster in your own town? How had nobody noticed? How had you not noticed?

Sam’s phone rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. He glanced down at it and looked up at you apologetically. “Dean, we’ve gotta go.”

Dean remained staring at you, his eyes pleading with you to believe him, to stay with him. To not let this change what the two of you had been building for years.

And you wanted to. Every fiber of your being told you to stay with Dean, that it was the only way for the two of you to make things work. And of course you wanted it to work. Dean had a special place in your heart now, one that you never wanted him to leave from.

But you couldn’t. How could you possibly live a life where your boyfriend and his brother believed in the scary stories that kids were told in the dark? Or worse, if it was all true, how could you leave everything and everyone behind, living a life on the run and trying to avoid being killed by monsters that basically crawled out of your nightmares?

You looked up at Dean and shook your head slowly. The disappointment in Dean’s eyes made your own eyes well up with tears. Then his mask went up, shutting you out as you felt shame boil up in your stomach.

You looked away. “I’m sorry, Dean. Truly, I am, but I just… I can’t.”

Dean nodded once, standing abruptly and sending a short look to Sam, who gave you a sad glance before walking out the door.

Dean looked back at you. “I know it’s a lot. I get it. But I’m gonna keep being honest with you, alright? Sam and I are only going to the next town over. I’ll text you the name of the motel we’re staying at.”

“Dean-”

“You don’t have to show up. If you don’t, no hard feelings, alright? If you do…”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. 

Dean cleared his throat and stood. “I guess I’ll see you around. Or not.”

You watched as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob.

“Bye, y/n.”

~~~

They hadn’t talked about it yet. 

After Dean had left you behind in the motel room, he’d silently climbed into the Impala and turned up the music full blast before peeling out of the parking lot and making his way to their next destination.

Sam, choosing to not start any kind of argument, had remained silent through the whole ride. So had Dean.

The hunt had gone smoothly, the Winchesters getting in and out in only two days. The whole time, the brothers only talked about the hunt and their leads, never once mentioning you or what might happen if you showed up. Or worse, if you didn’t.

When the hunt was over, Sam and Dean had wordlessly agreed that they would stay in the motel a little longer, just in case. But still, they didn’t talk about it.

Not on the first day, when the hunt started. Not on the second day, when the hunt ended. Not on the third day, when Dean spent all of his time at the motel, glancing at the door every now and then. And not today, the fourth day, when Garth had called and said that he needed the boys for another hunt.

Sam hung up the call, looking over at Dean. “I can head out if you want to catch up later.”

Dean shook his head, his mask planted firmly over his face as he gave a small smirk. “And let you have all the fun? I don’t think so.” He stood and grabbed his bag, making his way to the motel door, even as Sam tried a last appeal. 

“But, Dean-”

Dean turned, a hand on the doorknob. “C‘mon, Sammy, let’s get this son of a-”

Dean’s heart stopped as he opened the door. You stood on the other side, your face set and your arms crossed over your chest.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, your feet planted as if bracing yourself for an argument. You looked like you hadn’t slept in days, and you definitely looked like you weren’t leaving until you said what you wanted to say. As much as he hated to admit it, Dean thought that you looked a little like a hunter. 

“You’re here,” Dean finally managed to croak out.

You nodded, your face relaxing slightly. “I’m here. And I’m sorry for walking out.”

Dean nodded, his heart pounding and his brain still trying to register your words. “Does that mean-”

“It means I believe you. I’ve been doing some of my own research and some things started adding up. Anyway, look, I’m not going to pretend to understand what’s happening with you two, but I know that I want to learn. I want to be a part of your life, Dean, even if it’s scary and dark and I still can’t really wrap my head around it.”

And in less than a second, you were in his arms, his face buried in your neck as he held you like a lifeline. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close.

Maybe this was crazy. Maybe you were getting sucked into something that you weren’t ready for. But he had been honest with you. And you were willing to try.

 And that was what was important.

After a moment, you released each other and took a step back. You looked around Dean and offered a small smile and a wave to Sam, who gave you a wave back, a look of ecstatic relief on his face.

You looked back as Dean gave you a tired smile, reaching out a hand to grab yours as he gently pulled you inside. “You sure you’re ready for this? It’s no picnic, and giving you the whole story is probably gonna take a while.”

You smiled back and shrugged, the last of the tension in your shoulders finally easing. “I should know what my boyfriend does for a living, shouldn’t I? And don’t you worry. 

You and me? We still have time.”

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I've completely forgot about this but I found it while cleaning out things BUT s/o making bento boxes/lunch that look like this for them.

Thought it be cute.

anon, the pokemon café food could be so many cute reactions from characters. ingo getting the Sneasel Burger™️

▲Ingo▼

● Poor guy was already overjoyed you made him a lunch and just was tearing up. You could put literal garbage in there, and he would still eat it because he's just so happy his love made him something so sweet and domestic. Ingo makes certain he doesn't miss his lunch break because he simply must make sure to eat your lovingly made meal.

● When he finally opens the box, his eyes go wide at the sight of the dishes inside. An adorable Drillbur themed chocolate cream dish explained why you asked him to make sure he placed it in the refrigerator at work. A cute note you left assured him it wasn't overly sweet, to align with his tastes. A thermos held cooled coffee with an adorable Litwick cup sat beside it. He held back a bravo. This was already too much for him.

● The Trubbish and Garbodor themed rice balls broke him, though. You reassured him you were careful to choose fillings that he'd definitely enjoy in your note. Ingo needed to thank you for all this effort. It truly brightened his day. He happily ate all the cute dishes you prepared for him and was clearly in a good mood for the rest of the day. Even an incident report couldn't bring down his emotional high.

● When he got home, you were quickly embraced and showered with endless praise from your beloved train man. It may tempt you to make more dishes like that for him. (This is how the Sneasel Burger somehow happens with his post or after Hisui.)

▽Emmet△

○ When you placed the odd box into his hands on his way out of the house, he had been confused. You then explained it was his lunch, and he nodded. Emmet is happy you made him food, the container just caught him off guard. He eagerly clocks out for his lunch break and sits the box on his desk. He enjoyed your cooking a lot, so he already expected to like what you made.

○ You proceeded to make his jaw drop and him gasp. The food inside made his grin grow large after getting over the initial shock. Joltik omelette left him overly giddy. They looked just like his babies! The ketchup on one even had him slightly concerned at first. The egg rice with a styled Tynamo made him just sit there with a goofy grin. You left a cute note teasing him about needing a diverse diet than sweets and hoping he enjoyed the meal.

○ You, however, weren't so cruel as to deny him his beloved sweets. Two doughnuts laid in the box, themed like two pieces of a Klink. You gave one a black nose and the other a white one. He chuckled at the idea of he and his brother being the pieces of a Klink. Emmet devoured the entire lunch box, but with momentary hesitation towards the Joltik omelette. He was scared he'd bite into it and hear a familiar squeak. It didn't happen, however, thankfully. All the Depot Agents were then terrified by a genuinely at ease and happy Subway Boss Emmet treading through the station. No one dared ruin his mood.

○ When he got home, you got tackled into a hug and covered in kisses. He thanked you for such a “verrrry” cute meal and squeezed you tightly to him. You definitely were tempted to make more for him, though he did beg you for more sweets.

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Sneasel Burger.....

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How do you get into the perspective of your OC(s)? What were the first few things you did to get into their character and understand them better?

I absolutely love this question bc it led to me re reading my own work 😂

I somehow got to my my characters very well without ever putting my book in first person. It’s all third person, sub for one character who breaks the fourth wall and sometimes speaks without quotation marks.

I was inspired by Shannon Hale’s run of Ever After High (Ever After High has at least three different book series by three different authors, plus a Netflix tv series- it’s like a miniature MCU but with better characterization lmao) and I can arguably say that Shannon Hale has the best material on all of Ever After High.

Here is an example (the image is sourced from Etsy) of how a character breaks the containment of using proper formatting of quotation marks and speaks directly to the narrator

I do this as well. Different font, and then I write it like a text message going back and forth, disregarding quotation marks or proper formatting. However this only happens a couple of times per book for my character, and a handful (4-5) times in Ever After High.

I know my characters far too well. The main eight are like children to me, I know their deepest desire and darkest fear and coping mechanism and guilty pleasure. I have been with them for over 5 years without finishing my novel. The time has been spent with making playlists and drawing pictures and creating Pinterest boards and writing things that I don’t intend to publish or include in the final manuscript (hehehe fanfiction by the author) because I simply like to explore them in different situations. My books are going to be in third person, but I ocassionally write in first person, even if I’m planning on just deleting it, because I just like to practice getting in my characters’ heads when I have writers block.

I follow the “worst” writing advice ever. I base many traits for my OCs off of myself, which could be seen as making them Mary Sues. I write them like real people, adding in stupid dialogue of them stuttering or accidentally interrupting one another and then saying “oh sorry, you go first”. I write smut about my favourite OC ships knowing that I’ll never include it in the final draft of my book, just because I want to write about what’s happening “off screen” and what my characters are doing when the reader isn’t looking (although there are indeed some sex scenes in my book, I do like to write additional ones that aren’t nearly as eloquent or have any plans to include it in the published novel). I started my second draft before my first draft was finished, solely because I understood my writing style had improved so abruptly and the characters had evolved so much, I needed to start fresh. I look in the mirror and act out my character’s conversations with one another or their fight scenes or how they wave their hands around like Elsa conjuring magic. I take breaks for months and when I finally sit down and write, I’ll either write 5 words, or 2205 words in one sitting, and not often anything in between.

I have horrible writing advice, and I suggest you take any of it that you’d like or that resonated with you, because it has brought me so much joy in my life and has helped me gradually get to know my characters like new friends who become family.

I’ve been told that my writing “flows like butter” which is so odd because I juggle 4 protagonists, 2 antagonists, and 2 deuteragonists. They don’t “all fit”, but they all have a role to play. Like the delicious fries on the side of the burger, the whole meal. Your characters don’t need to be stars. They just need to be memorable. And I know they will be. Your mind is more capable than you think.

Like honestly, just word vomit on the page and write silly stuff. It will be the most human, glorious, flawed, messy, endearing, and passionate writing you’ll see. Just go create chaos. And play with your characters like Barbie dolls. In a little while, you’ll know them like you know yourself.

At the end of the day, anything you write will be an achievement because you took nothing and turned it into something, transformed a blank page into a series of words and letters. That’s god behaviour right there. Even if it’s shitty writing, you created it from scratch.

But also, don’t worry about setting deadlines and timelines. I’ve been at this since grade 10 and now I’m in university and I’m still not done. Let your characters marinate and soak and rest in your mind. Let them grow. There is no rush. All is well 💜 and one day your characters will grow like little plants from seeds 🫂🫂🫂💕💕💕 just be patient with yourself, and have fun with getting to know your characters!

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Klaroline WIP Wed: currently unnamed mafia/social media au -> In a flashback Caroline has just broken up with Tyler and moved out of their apartment. The mafia provided movers have just left.

A soft knock on the front door made her look up from debating between a local Italian place and the chain burger place that would probably be faster. “Did I forget a box?” she called, mentally scrolling through a list of her belongings while walking to the front door and then peeking out the peephole. The sight of the man standing out in the hallway made her blink, her mind speed running the five stages of grief while her hand hovered above the doorknob.

“I have brought dinner,” Klaus’ voice came through the door after the moment stretched on, his tone tempting. “Italian, and wine.” 

Caroline pressed her lips together and silently pleaded with the heavens. One day, he couldn’t give her one more day to find her equilibrium?

His voice dropped into a deeper register that made her bare toes curl on the wood floors. “There are breadsticks.” 

Acceptance settled into her empty stomach and burst into butterflies that she firmly tried to squash.

“Fine!” She jerked the door open, eyebrows raised. “Fine, but only because I’m starving. And don’t even think of so much as breathing on my couch; I just got it all set up.” If she had to lay down on her temporary bed tonight, and it smelled like Klaus’ cologne–that damn cologne–she was going to do something indecent that she had thus far managed to restrain from because giving in to the temptation of fantasy had been a step too far.

Klaus stood there, annoyingly casual in his lightweight henley, necklaces peaking above the collar, a large paper bag held by the handles in one hand, and a bottle of wine dangling by the neck from two fingers in the other hand. His face reflected some internal delight, or maybe he actually was that pleased to see her. Ugh. 

“Good evening, Caroline. Your couch is safe from me,” he said, faux seriously.

“Good.” Sticking out her hand for the bag, she gestured with her fingertips. Klaus pulled it closer to his chest and raised his eyebrows in expectation. His message was clear: dinner came with him.

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes and spun around, leaving the door open. “Come in then.”  The entry hallway emptied into the kitchen and dining area, and Caroline stood in the bare space for a moment in an odd little panic while his footsteps followed her, the door closing softly. 

Right, no table, no chairs. No couch.

“So. I have the floor… or the floor.” Turning around, she caught sight of him examining the main room. His gaze settled on the pull-out sofa already made up as a bed and the bright, almost floral abstract painting that it rested under, and his face did something subtle that nevertheless made heat creep up her cheeks. Lifting her chin, she ignored the slight lift at the corner of his lips when he met her eyes.

“The floor sounds lovely,” he reassured her, setting the bag on the small bar counter space that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. She supposed they could have eaten standing at the bar, but Caroline was tired and being that close to him tonight would give her hives.

While he set about unpacking the food from the bag, Caroline opened the cabinet in the built-ins she’d stored the blankets in and pulled out the one she used for picnics. This was picnic adjacent.

“I ordered from this little place two blocks away, been in the neighborhood for years,” Klaus said conversationally. “There’s something of everything, since I didn’t know what you’d feel like tonight.”

“I mean, you could have called and asked.” Unfolding the blanket, she snapped it out and let it float down to the floor. “But then you wouldn’t have been able to ambush me.”

Pausing in lifting the lids off the containers, he turned and shot her a surprisingly boyish grin. Lifting his shoulder in a little ‘what can you do?’ shrug, he went back to the takeout.

“Oh my god” Caroline huffed. “Where are my wine glasses? That bottle better be impressive if I’m going to have to tolerate you.” Going around him into the kitchen, she opened the cabinet she’d told Nate to put glasses in and found her instructions followed very carefully. The wine glasses without stems were in the front and she pulled down two.

“Anything less than impressive for you, sweetheart, would pain me.”

“You’re a pain,” Caroline muttered childishly, searching in the box on the counter for the corkscrew.

Klaus’ face was amused as she turned back around to the island and started prying the cork out of the bottle. “Yes, but I did bring breadsticks.”

Coming in the next couple weeks!

#klaroline wip wed #tvd for ts #my fanfiction

[sacredsnape]

Hcs for sev trying fast food for the first time? You order something like a Big Mac and fries and he’s not used to stuff like this

you have snape try some foods he's never had before and he's confused yet also pleased headcanon

warnings: mentions of food if that's a sensitive subject for you

genre: fluff

link to masterlist

snape was quite confused right off the bat, wondering why you were giving him all of these odd and unique looking foods. you had told him that you were just going to run a few errands, but he hadn't expected you to come home with your arms full of various foods and drinks.

"is this supposed to be a sorry excuse for a coffee?" he asked you as he held up the starbucks you had given him, looking at it with disdain. "why is the bottom darker than the rest?"

"it's a shaken espresso, sev, that's why it looks like that," you explained, sliding a mcdonald's bag across the kitchen table to him. "it has oat milk in it."

"oat milk?" snape said in disgust. "i've never heard of such a thing. why did you bring me all of this- this stuff anyways?"

"because you told me that you wanted to live life on the edge," you truthfully answered, opening up the small takeout container that contained steaming hot ramen.

"i meant by experimenting with new potion ingredients that could potentially cause catastrophic fourth degree burns," snape sighed, gently swirling around the coffee in its clear cup and frowning at it. "i eat enough anyways."

"all you ever eat are bland foods like porridge and the occasional saltine cracker. that's not enough for you. i just want to introduce you to what other foods are out there," you carefully explained.

snape sighed again and nodded, tentatively raising the coffee to his lips. he took a small sip, smacking his lips together afterwards. you ducked your head so he wouldn't see you laughing at his shocked yet amazed expression.

"i hate that i actually enjoy this," snape said. you raised your head, watching him drink more of the coffee. "it's actually really good. the oat milk is quite tasty," he thoughtfully added.

"i'm glad!" you eagerly said. "now, open up the mcdonald's bag."

snape took another drink from his coffee and then peeked inside the bag before opening it, pulling out a big mac and medium fries.

"who's mac and why are they big?" snape innocently asked you as he slowly unwrapped the hamburger, frowning at the sight of the various colorful toppings and condiments inside of it.

you bit back a laugh and explained, "it's mac for mcdonald's and the burger is big."

"oh," snape blankly said, looking over at the fries. "i've had fries before, y/n."

"but not from mcdonald's," you pointed out. "they're really good, try one."

snape grabbed a couple of fries from their red container and very gently bit into them, almost like he was afraid to hurt them. he then chewed, smiling a little. "fine, they are really good," he agreed. "why's there a bunch of stuff on the big mac?"

"because that's how it comes," you replied as you walked to the utensils drawer to grab snape a fork for the ramen, figuring that he wouldn't want to struggle trying to figure out how to use the chopsticks that had come with the food. "that stuff adds flavor to it."

you rejoined him at the table with a fork, watching him take his very first bite out of a big mac. he slowly chewed for a few moments before shuddering, swallowing and wiping his mouth before saying, "who in their right mind puts pickles on a burger?"

you laughed and watched him quickly remove the pickles from the patty. he bit into it again, smiling now. "next time- i mean, if i ever decide to get this muggle food creation again, i will ask for no pickles."

he then eyed the ramen, biting his lip. "you can try it and just save the other stuff for later," you told him. snape wasted no time pulling the takeout container towards himself, gathering thick noodles around the prongs of his fork and gently blowing on them to cool them off.

"how do i...eat these?" he reluctantly asked you, his cheeks going red.

"you just slurp them into your mouth. some people bite into them. it's really up to you," you shrugged.

snape nodded and tried slurping the noodles first. they smacked against his chin and lips, causing him to gasp and choke on them a little. he furrowed his eyebrows together, glaring at the noodles before deciding to bite into them instead, which ended up being the best option for him.

"so, what do you think?" you brightly asked him, watching snape practically devour the ramen. he made a noise of content and that gave you your answer.

"now i won't eat the occasional saltine cracker anymore," snape smirked as he lowered his fork from his mouth. "really though, thank you for this."

"of course," you said as you snatched one of his fries and popped it into your mouth. snape glared at you and then smiled, continuing to eat his food and not even trying to hide his joy for it.

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape headcanon #snape fluff #snape angst #snape smut #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape community #anti snaters #snape x you #snape x reader #snape x y/n

[galacticnova3]

Assorted screenshots of my thoughts/ideas and a doodle related to RtDD. Contains minor to major spoilers, which will be under a readmore. However for folks in the tags who don’t want spoilers, I do have a shitpost regarding the giant boot items/puzzles so this post isn’t a total nothing burger for you.

Anyways now for the bulk of what I was too impatient not to post. Again, spoilers for new content��!

First and foremost, I wish everyone who ever called me weird or said I was reaching with my headcanons regarding Lor being sapient and not solely just under the control of Magolor or whatever powers that be a very GET FUCKED FOREVER. BOAT PLAY BEHAVIOR REAL.

Next, Magolor’s win animation in Samurai Kirby took me out for a solid 10 minutes and I was compelled to make this.

I also had another thought regarding things with Lor in Magoland. Specifically boat experiences mask noise jumpscare.

And while I am gonna wait a bit longer before saying anything about [the horrors](including the alternative joke name I thought of for them), I did make this doodle based on a recent catcrumb post and my experience in the poor little meow meow mode.

And then finally here is me being extremely normal about a mask. Did I immediately notice all the inconsistencies with this design when compared to previous in-game appearances Nova has had? Yes. Did that make me not happy to see them again acknowledged as a character in spite of only being tangentially relevant to this game due to special obscure dialogue from Magolor? Absolutely not, I didn’t name 99% of my accounts places after Nova for nothing. Love that cat clock. My brain rot is terminal

I do plan on posting some actual headcanon-y stuff soon(particularly regarding Doomers and a certain headpiece), but it’ll be once the game has been out for longer to reduce the odds of people being spoiled by mistake. That stuff will be shared on my sideblog dedicated to such things, @nova-starcutter. You’ll never guess just by the name of the blog what kinds of headcanons I tend to think about most.

#rambling #kirby return to dreamland deluxe #krtdldx #lor starcutter #magolor #krtdldx spoilers #krtdld spoilers #kirby spoilers #kirby #look how hard I can fixate on random characters FFWSHSHHHHHHH #I’ve got 100% on normal and extra mode + epilogue #just need to complete Magoland and then beat the True Arena(I have gotten very close every time) #(the original RtD TA was easier. I will not elaborate further) #anyways so boat huh

[awakenthemusic]

Suptober 2022 Day 5 - A Perfect Disaster

Destiel, Short fic, 749 words, Fluff, Domestic

It's Dean's birthday and things… don't quite go according to plan.

Under the cut or on Ao3

A Perfect Disaster

Dean leaned back from the dining table in the bunker’s kitchen and rubbed his full belly with a satisfied sigh.

His family was safe, Cas was back from the empty, and Dean had just eaten the best burger he’d ever had from a greasy spoon in Manhattan, thanks to Jack’s wings. Best birthday ever.

Dean leaned over and ruffled Jack’s hair as he said, “Thanks, kid, that was awesome.”

Jack grinned back at him, basking in the praise.

Sam cleared the empty take-out containers and asked, “You ready for dessert?”

“Hell yeah, bring it on!”

Sam glanced over at Cas, the two of them clearly having a silent conversation. Reluctantly, Cas pulled a pie box from one of the kitchen cabinets.

As Cas set the box in front of him, Dean recognized the logo of a local Lebanon bakery, which was… odd. Why send Jack across the country to get Dean’s favorite burger, then skimp out on the pie? Not that it wasn’t good pie, but it was far from the best.

Dean pasted a smile over the confusion and was about to say thanks when he noticed that Sam and Cas were having another silent discussion. Actually, it looked more like an argument; Sam’s eyebrows were crinkled up so tight it looked like it hurt.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

Cas huffed in annoyance, then started signing rapid-fire at Sam. Well, they were definitely arguing. Damned if Dean could tell what about, though. He still wasn’t the best at ASL and Cas and Sam had turned away from him a bit to hide what they were saying.

Rude.

Dean turned a questioning look on Jack, but the kid refused to meet his eyes, staring down at the table instead.

The flurry of fingers continued for another few moments, then Cas sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He walked back over to the cabinet and pulled out another pie pan, this one clearly one of the sturdy glass pans that had been sitting unused in the bunker's cabinets for ages.

"I… I tried to bake you a pie, but…" Cas explained hesitantly.

The pie Cas set down in front of Dean looked… the only word Dean could think of was lumpy .

The apple filling bulged up under the top crust and had clearly overflowed the pan in several places while it cooked. The crust was scorched on one side and butter that hadn’t been properly incorporated into the dough sat on the surface in greasy little pools.

It was the most beautiful pie Dean had ever seen.

All Dean could think about was the terror that had been on Cas’ face the last time Dean had tried to teach him how to make pancakes. Cas was readjusting to his humanity fairly well since they’d got him back from the empty, but cooking scared the shit out of him.

It would have been easier, and probably less frightening, for Cas to kill a dozen monsters and bring Dean their heads than for him to spend any length of time in the kitchen. A lump formed in Dean’s throat as he pictured the terrified determination that Cas must have felt while he made an entire pie. For Dean. From scratch.

Dean stared speechlessly at the beautiful mess in front of him and fought against the tears prickling at the back of his eyes.

“I know it’s terrible,” Cas said, throwing a scathing look at Sam. “It’s all burned and disgusting. You should eat the one from the bakery, I’ll just throw this one away.”

Dean lunged forward and yanked the pie from Cas’ hands before he could even think about it. He curled an arm around it protectively and said, “No! You eat the stupid bakery pie. This one’s mine.”

Cas blinked at Dean in shock, then stammered, “It’s not… you don’t have to… it’s not…”

"It's perfect," Dean said, the words finally clawing their way from his throat with a raw honesty that set his face on fire.

Cas stared at Dean for a long moment, then ducked his head, not quite fast enough to hide his pleased grin.

Dean ignored the sappy look on Sam’s face and shoved the clearly inferior bakery pie in his direction. Dean grabbed a fork and dug a large bite out of the unburnt side of the pie. 

The crust was too dry and the apples had a distinct smokey flavor that wasn’t entirely pleasant.

It was the best pie Dean had ever had.

#suptober2022 #suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural #fluff

[february-sunshine]

TECHDOG 1 Reveiw I'm doing in a day cause I don't know how to write about musicccc

*reviewed on a track by track basis, just wanted to do this, bad at writing reviews

TECHDOG:

Feels very bbep bop, the ringing noises at the beginning are a very good mood-setter for what music you're in for. The Dee- de de de Da de da daa  that runs throughout the song also leads very well into the distortion that's used in the song. It's basically a car that keeps on pleasantly running into trains at railroad crossings, it also feels very insectoid in an odd way (positive). The window wiping noises that start at the halfway point are also very nice and infect the other noises in a pleasant way.

CGTHODE:

The loud train noises at the beginning are kinda obnoxious, but when the little noises start coming in and the chugs of the train start stopping every 4 quarter notes (I think?? I don’t know sheet music; that assertion vibes only) it starts paying off. The last 3rd of the song where non pure distortion instruments are introduced does really bring it all together tho. If the first 2/3rds are if how a QRcode looks was translated into sound, the last part makes it sound like you’re in a spaceship looking out the window at a nebula.

GDECHTO:

This probably doesn’t make sense but this song sounds like someone tried to hack an old PC from like the 1980s and tried to get Doki Doki Literature Club running on it and now it's dying.

THEDOCG:

The set-up noise reminds me of a combination of popcorn and fireworks, it contrasts quite well the cowbell (everything needs more cowbell in this world). This song does feel more repetitive than the others so far but I do like the de da da da daaaaa- de du da du de da- daaaa that starts repeating over and over at the end. You know like finding a shit ton of butter crystals at the bottom of a popcorn bag. 

GOCHEDT:

I dunno, I kinda visualize this one as jamming out with the stranger that broke into your house cause of the thumping noises at the beginning. It also contains the bit that feels like it was sampled from happy birthday but I can’t tell and it drives me crazy. It is still very very very good- this song is particularly stimmy.

OCTDEHG:

When I first heard this song in the middle of my theater class; still very devastated when my teachers made me get scenic paint on one of my favorite pairs of pants, my first thought was of Task (also by Patricia Taxxon). It does feel like the signal noises from that but what happened after. Task was the melodious communication across a vast distance, but this felt like that same beaver (for those who don’t know there's a beaver on the album cover) going to find that source but finding technological ruin. A dark presence there to meet them, not knowing what will be found beyond the gazing mechanical eye that stares at them now. So yeah- 10/10 sequel, I am still devastated about those pants, thinking about bleach painting them.

GETHCOD: 

This song continues the pattern of abrasive sound clashing up against very wonderful electronic musical noises, but it's the first one here to utilize voices. I find it odd how the sounds of humans being chopped up and rearranged into nothing burger noises can be one of the most annoying starts here. Hearing how people use singing and the human voice in music is kinda one of my favorite things about this artform, so hearing it be fucked up in such a hostile way rattles my brain. I still like it tho- that isn’t really a criticism, more my brain bein weird.

DOTHGEC:

We start with popcorn again, and the non super distorted instruments come in early as well this time. Most of those parts haven’t gotten a lot of build up in comparison to this song and I like how the added time gives it that spaceship feel that we got in CGTHODE but more like the ship is slowly breaking down and instead of making it dramatically tense, the person inside is accepting their faith and letting go. If Patrica Taxxon was a more popular artist I feel like this is the one most people would try to sample from here.

THCODEG:

This one for some reason doesn’t click with me as much as the others, I think it's just that this one pulls off the formula slightly worse than all the others so after thinking about each song individually while listening to it to write this it just doesn’t stand out as much. I do like the kinda grand feeling towards the end of the song. My first thought was actually “Dang- why do these robots keep on breaking down? Must suck for em” then someone replying “They’re made by Tesla, whaddya expect?”, “How much will it cost to repair em?” “Last time we had to replace the wheels and that was like $700, so prolly bout the same.” “$700????????” and so on and so forth. So yeah- now this song will be connected to Elon Musk in my head.

DEGCOHT:

I like the echoey bits and I like theres a snare drum in the beginning. I have nothing in particular to say though.

GECHDOT:

Agnes and Hilda is my favorite Patty Taxxon album so I love how this kinda just continues its style in a somehow more electric way. By far the best stimmy mc stimmison song in the album, 100/10- details by Greg Rutkowski- Should brought CJ the X back to have some part here cause he was a fuckin banger on I’ll Be- I need more.

So yeah- I had less to say towards the end but you know, banger shit, if the other 3 get flagged as music and auto added to yt music so I can digest them more I’ll probably go song by song on those too. But definitely not like- now. Maybe in like 2 months minimum. But yeah I really like Patricia Taxxons music and it really makes me happy. It's like the combination of my 2 IRL dogs in music form and it's absolutely perfect.

also heres my companion artwork for this:

and heres the more accessible version without the morse code:

Edit: APPARENTLY THERES A 5TH NOW!!! SHE SAID THERE WERE 4!!!! Now I’m extra behind

Edit 2.0: TECHDOG 7 IS 4 HOURS????!!!!!????!!!! HOW LONG IS 8 GOING TO BE????!!!!!!???

#patricia taxxon #art #review #music #music review #music recs

[hollygl125]

#about me

Tagged by @coping-via-clint-eastwood. (Fun! Thank you!)

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

Miss (Ms.) Scarlet or Mrs. (Ms.) Peacock (depending on whether a red or blue dress is fitting best), with the candlestick (candlestick as prop), in the library (book as prop). (If the party’s really dull, the second prop comes in handy!

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

Charcoal would be great if available. I don’t eat red meat, so it will have to be a chicken/turkey burger, a fish burger, or a veggie burger. Ideal burger toppings may include: cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, red onion, pickles, sautéed mushrooms, aioli, French’s mustard, relish.

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

What’s next?

4. It's your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

Trying to work up the energy to do whatever I planned to be doing.

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

Junior Mints or Glosette raisins.

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

Ads.

7. What do you think Captain Hook's name was before he had a hook for a hand?

James.

8. Rock, paper, or scissors?

Scissors?

9. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

This is Tumblr, so I’m just going to move straight to applying this to the fandom context. In that case, it was roughly a decade for our two lovely science nerds. 🐝🦋💕

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

Too loud.

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

Kindness. (Agreed.)

I will also second @figsr’s answer: understanding.

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

Maybe gum balls? Or I could go for a jaw breaker.

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

Probably the mountains, though they’re not technically in the city. As part of the city itself, there’s a very large park with a lot of trees and a lot of water around it. It’s very nice.

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

General business affairs? Golf maybe? My parents discussing mulch over Mother’s Day tea?

15. How many times did it take you to pass your driver's test?

One.

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

Hot fudge, baby.

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

On the one hand, cheese. But, on the other hand, cheese is often how I convince myself to eat healthy foods…. (Salad? Add cheese! Roasted veggies? Add cheese!)

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

I hate risk and I’ve been given no odds, so right now I’m sticking with what I’ve got. (“Hey, maybe this envelope has more” does not sound very promising.)

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

Assuming my devices can still access streaming, iTunes, etc., then definitely I would give up my TV.

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/TV?

First things first: I really love love. I would say I’m a romantic; F. Scott—if he were alive and we were personally acquainted—would say I’m sentimental, because I always want happy endings.

So I love Gil Grissom, but I love him for Sara Sidle. I love both characters individually, but I love their love story (their love for each other) more. Similarly, I love Josh Lyman for Donna Moss, Logan Echolls for Veronica Mars (though, four years later, I’m still not ready to talk about that one), Ben Wyatt for Leslie Knope, Seth Cohen for Summer Roberts, and so on.

I think one of the only characters I’ve ever loved really primarily for myself has been Dr. John Carter (although I also liked him with Lucy 😭). I’m also fond of Dr. Spencer Reid. Oh, and… uh… I would totally go for some conjugal visits with Jakes Bridges. 🔥🔥🔥

Mostly, though, if I’m looking to daydream for myself, I will come up with an OC who fits into my own life and shares attributes with various characters (and/or people) I like.

Of course, these days I am pretty much exclusively using Sara and Grissom as my personal imaginary Barbies, so I can push their heads together and actually make them KISS (as well as undertake other activities involving various states of undress), ffs. 💕

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

I got my picture taken with my celebrity husband (local professional sports hero) at a restaurant once and got an autograph from him and some other players another time. (I’ve had the same celebrity husband since the ‘90s. He is currently participating in an awareness campaign on intimate partner violence, likely cementing this as a lifelong commitment. Honestly there’s nothing sexier to me than a hot man speaking in support of women’s rights.)

As for celebrities people elsewhere might know… I didn’t meet him, but Robert de Niro (he of just becoming a dad again at the age of 79 fame) kind of looked over at me and my mom when he walked past us in an otherwise empty inner courtyard in his NYC hotel. Also, I again didn’t meet him, but my mom talked to Matt Bomer in NYC when he was filming Suits and brought me a note from him. Oh, plus I once rode a hotel elevator with Scott Speedman and his dog. I ate dinner on a patio near Sara Chalke. I once saw Robert Carlyle in the grocery-store checkout, and I’m convinced I walked past Jason Lee in a clothing store. I was on a plane from NYC with Ally Sheedy. But actually met? I don’t really think so.

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

My Little Pony, I think (I hope!). (I’m talking good, ‘80s Ponies here.) Maybe Care Bears? I’m certain it was pink. 🦄🦄🦄

If you feel inclined to participate, please consider yourself tagged!

#about me #tagged #tag game #long post

[femshep-fatships]

"Entry level position at Cerberus. Competitive Salary. Earn 500 lbs of on the blob Experience"

[Miranda x OC] Contains: Feedersim. "Mrs Lawson...I think...I think you're trying to fatten me up." The raven haired intern said, trembling.

Miranda lay, butt naked, fuzzy pussy out, fat thighs ontop of each other, posed like one of Jack's French girls. A stack of burgers in front of her, wearing a big black lacy bra, without her suit to compress it down, her fat tummy was tumming fattily like a bag of shake mix pooling against her desk. Her fat butt so massive, her hip rose several inches higher than her shoulder just laying on her side.

Miranda looked genuinely stupefied.

"...yeah?"

"Y-you admit it!" Elise the intern gasped. The earth born indian lass stared mouth agape. "Th-this is sexual harassment Ms. Lawson! I'll have to take this up with H.R. department!"

Miranda frowned. The Hog Retention department?

"I...I'm sorry," Miranda began slowly throwing one plush thigh over the other to hide her fat pussy from view. Sensing there had been some confusion. "What position did you think you were applying for exactly?"

"I wanted to be your intern." Elise said "You're a great and powerful woman, you run a company that spans the galaxy, you're a role model to many. I just...I thought I could be your assistant. But all you've had me do is fetch you coffee and take lunch breaks! How many lunch breaks do you think I need?"

Miranda gave them a once over. Estimating her intern was about 118 pounds. She figured at least 5 to start, if she was gonna put any kind of meat on those bones. They'd work their way up to 7 or 8.

Miranda shifted her meaty legs, frowning. Not looking at her new assistant as she grunted and sat up. Her big butt making her desk creak dangerously.

"What do you think we do here?" Miranda asked finally.

"Um...tech.. stuff?" Elise said mousily.

Miranda rose, butt naked, not bothering to put anything on, she crooked a finger, gesturing Elise to follow her.

Miranda opened the door to her office and Elise took a spot peering just over her shoulder.

Miranda waddled her way down the empty hall past Elise's desk and a very battered desk chair that had seen way too many plump assistants in its time and was another 200 pound fatty away from being sent to the great office depot in the sky.

They reached the end of the hall, and stepped out onto the balcony where Miranda stood in all her nude chubby glory staring down at the Great post reaper War Cerberus machine.

Elise stood beside her boss.

"What do you see?" Miranda asked quietly. Trying to break this to her intern gently.

Elise squinted. Free soda and snack machines every 5 feet. Workers chowing down at their stations. Fat waddling asses, huge bellies busting out of skin tight suits.

Everywhere, big and small, Human, Asari, Quarian, Tourian...everyone was eating in varying stages of fatness.

Elise eyed up her boss, and her dimpled cellulite padded ass. Elise glanced back at Miranda's tattooed body guard. Sitting looking 8 months pregnant with a beer gut in her lap, sucking down an ice coffee.

She thought about the freezer stocked with ice cream bars, her favorite flavor. She thought about the questionnaire, full of things like "do you enjoy feeding people" and "do you enjoy being fed" and "what is your most irresistible snack?" And "do you experience any cravings during your time of the month, or when you drink."

Elise thought about how odd it had seemed at the time that none of the interview questions had anything to do with any actual skills, or office experience. She'd simply answered anything honestly and checked "yes" on whatever they asked.

She thought about how frequent it was to see fat people making out and feeding each other in the break room, and the fact no one seemed to be punished for slacking off or taking breaks.

"Oh my God. People just sit around finding new ways to get each other fatter here!"

Miranda put a firm hand on Elise's bony shoulder, and winced a bit, Elise REALLY needed to fatten up a bit.

"Listen. It will be the easiest, best paying internship you ever have. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. But for what its worth, we have the best STD treatments available. We have a kitchen that can cook you anything you want round the clock. Aaaaand." Miranda held up a finger like she was trying to get a dog's attention. "Jack is psychotic. She gives crazy girl head." Jack looked up from the asari porno mag she was thumbing through. "Hey!" Elise and Miranda turned to the fuming biotic. Jack's face slipped into a cool swagger. "I also eat amazing ass, and you should see what I can do with five cupcakes and a strap."

"Let me take you to lunch. Get you a bite to eat. You can think it over." Miranda said kindly. "I can feed you, right there in the food court, in front of everyone." Elise swallowed hard, and somewhere beneath the red flags, and sirens and urge to get out: Elise had an image. An image of herself, bursting out of her clothes, an image of herself spreading across the office floor, too fat to lift her arms, too heavy to stand up, her head propped up on a pillow of gut and tits, as Miranda lovingly spoon fed her a hot fudge sunday. The intern clenched her thighs and Miranda could hear her grinding her teeth. She didn't moan, but her eyes went from fierce and defensive to confused and a little eager. "Are you...are you going to put clothes on?" Elise asked, biting her lip. Miranda gathered up her new feedee's hair, eying up the slender woman, memorizing her fit face, and the hint of bones. This would be the last time She'd ever get to see this woman this thin again. She had to remember it when Elise was completely destroyed, fattened up beyond return, too dumb to do anything but beg Miranda to feed her, too busy to think about anything but the next meal and sex. "No." Miranda said finally. Then reached up and put a hand on Elise's Cerberus suit zipper, and tugged. "You don't want to either, do you?" Elise whimpered, and buckled a little clenching her thighs together and squishing her data pad against her chest. "N-No Ma'am." Elise mumbled. "You're going to eat everything I tell you to at lunch. Get a real good idea of what I expect from my employees, aren't you?" "Yes Ma'am." "Look at me. Be honest. Honest with yourself. You want me to feed you don't you?" "Y-Yes Ma'am." Elise whined. "You're gonna get nice and fat for me today, then we're going to squeeze you back into your little skinny girl jumpsuit and watch you waddle around the office taking my calls and apointments with a big full belly, aren't you?" Elise crumbled to her knees, and without thinking began to kiss Miranda's belly. Muttering "Yes ma'am" over and over. Miranda wasn't even asking anymore questions. Elise was just begging her to feed her. Miranda always did extensive extra-net history searches on all her new hires for "security" reasons. Miranda knew what Elise was before she even set foot in here. Poor thing never stood a chance. Just another blob in the making. "Good Girl." Miranda whispered. Petting Elise's soft black hair. "Lets go fatten you up a bit."

[pikky126]

popin’ cookin’ tanoshii hamburger by kracie

[image description: a green and blue box for a candy that is labeled “Popin’Cookin’“ in big letters, followed by subtitles in japanese and english that say “tanoshii Hamburger”. the box shows two hamburger candies, a glass cup of soda, and a pile of french fry candies covered in candy ketchup. two cute cartoon ducks are featured on the box.]

we’ve often looked at these in videos and on stores online and wondered what they were like, and eventually finally found one at our local supermarket. we made it and it was lots of fun.

we’ve never done anything like this before, and the amount of steps required was surprising. you take several packets of powders and shape them in little plastic containers that it comes with. here’s an example from their website. (the “cup” referred to here is a very small plastic cup, much smaller than any of the other pieces. it does not refer to the common unit of measurement.)

[image description: six pictures are shown, the first shows an irregularly shaped disposable plastic piece with a ridged bottom, filled with a yellow substance that is being added by a pink plastic spoon. a red text bubble next to the image reads “1cup full”, directing how much water to add. the second image shows a cartoon hand flattening the yellow substance, and the third shows it being cut into slices with a greenish-blue plastic knife. the bottom three images are similar, with a more square shaped plastic piece filled with a ball of brown substance, also being added by the pink spoon. this one says “4cup full” in a red text bubble. the next image shows the now rounded ball being split into two balls, and the third shows the cartoon hand pressing them flat into two round plastic pieces, to shape hamburger buns.]

there were six different packets, each a different color, which were all used in various ways to create buns, patties, french fries, cheese, ketchup, and soda candies. i had to cut a sheet of plastic into several pieces to make the individual cups needed. putting it together was very fun. it reminded me of the craft projects chloe and jasper used to do at the library, and the cards we would make for birthdays. it was very “hands on” and nice. each piece of the meal needed to cure for a while, with the patty requiring ten minutes to set.

most pieces became rigid dry things, that were then cut up, but a great big surprise came in the hamburger patty. when i finally opened it up it turned out to be gelatin! no wonder it took so long to cure. i was so delighted to see it be so different that truthfully, much of my enjoyment came just from the patty itself.

another time i was delighted like this was when making the soda. the soda is prepared differently, being a separate plastic cup that you simply fill with water and add the pouch. i was so excited to pour it in and see that it was actually carbonated. i think it was made similarly to “pop rocks” candies, which allowed it to be very similar in texture and sound to proper cola. it also tasted just like it! we have not had any cola for a very long time, because we’re so sensitive to caffeine, and this was such a nice treat.

putting it together took a while, i think around 30 minutes. it would probably be a lot faster if you paid closer attention, and were a bit faster to work than i was.

each piece smelled amazing as it was being prepared, also. they all came in a different flavor. the fries were pineapple flavored, the ketchup was strawberry, the patty chocolate, the cheese banana, and the bun orange.

the actual flavor of the candy was a bit of a different story. the textures for the candies were... odd. and you will notice that these are all vastly different flavors, especially with one of them being chocolate, a more savory flavor. they were also all very different textures. putting them all together into one burger was... very not good, truthfully. no part of this tasted particularly good (except for the soda, and the ketchup, which were delicious) and the experience of eating it was altogether somewhat unpleasant. especially with the dry bun, and the wet gelatin patty making a very discordant sensory experience.

another thing that surprised me about the actual experience of eating it was how much candy it resulted in. as i said, many of these became pretty firm candies, which also made them somewhat dense. we ate each burger in about three bites, and each one seemed to fill our mouth and require a bit of chewing like real food. it wasn’t filling by any rate, but it was definitely more substantial than an average candy.

this candy toy however also produced quite a lot of waste packaging. with each powder being stored separately, and the need for the rigid plastic molds, it created a large handful of trash (which neatly fit into the cardboard box provided with it, at least.) the one thing that was not trash was the disposable utensils

[image description: a pink spoon and a green knife on a white background. they are both disposable plastic, with the spoon on the left, and the knife on the right. the knife has a somewhat unique shape, with the blade taking up two thirds of its length, and having a smaller handle.]

these utensils are very nice to me, and are something i will cherish for a long time. their colors are delightful, and they’re such a nice size. the spoon is three inches and one quarter (8.5mm) and the knife is four inches and one quarter (approximately 11mm)

i like the knife’s shape, as well. due to its small size and i suppose, the same need for a blade length, it ends up looking like one of the swords in the games my friends play, like guild wars 2.

altogether this was incredibly fun and rewarding. the act of eating it was not very pleasant, but the smell, look, and fun task of making it was nice. due to the lack of tastiness, and the amount of waste it produces, i think this will only be a once in a while kind of treat, but it was very nice nonetheless.

[image description: a paper plate with the completed product on it. a small pile of french fry candies covered in candy ketchup sits in the foreground, behind it are two hamburger candies, one with two patties and one with one patty. both have a slice of cheese candy, and a bit of ketchup candy. to the left is a miniature cup filled with cola, and to the right is the aforementioned plastic knife.]

ours did not turn out especially pretty, but i do not think that matters much. it was a very nice experience to make it.

#pixelposting #this post was dictated by pixel and written by a currently unnamed alter #the image descriptions and these tags were composed entirely by me‚ not by pixel #she says writing this up was a lot of fun‚ and extended her enjoyment of this toy even further #she also says she would be interested in writing more proper blog posts like this in the future #this was very much not meant to be a popular post‚ and is very much just for us. if you'd like to reblog it you are allowed to #but please know that was very much not the intention here‚ hence why it's a bit long and boring #personal #long post #food #we should think up a tag for proper blog posts‚ in case we do this more #apiary reviews

[cuisinecravings]

[slutfornat]

May i request Peter and playing with toddlers, please ? ❤️ Good luck with your cramps lovely xxx

A/n: I'm gonna need luck, since I have them a lot the pain killers take like an hour to kick in.

Kids // P.P

It wasn't odd for Tony and Pepper to ask you to babysit Morgan whilst then went on a date night. Unfortunately this time, you had a test on Monday that you need to study for.

But luckily, your amazingly smart and cool boyfriend, Peter agreed to help since Morgan already loves him from the numerous times he's been over.

Peter wasn't meant to be over for another half an hour so you were stuck, trying to read about the Ancient Greeks and entertain a hyperactive five-year-old that wants to play Dragons and Knights.

At some point you even found yourself acting out the stories from Greek Mythology so that you can remember the events better. Just then the door opens and Peter walks in.

What's confusing is the fact he is carrying a large container. "Hey, guys, sorry that I'm early" he said as Morgan runs over to him and you sigh, happy to get a slight break.

"Petey! Peter! Play with me" she said whilst he kneels to get to her height. "I will now but do you know what I brought? Cookies! So if you're good then you can have some" Peter negotiates as Morgan nods.

"Okay, can you play superheroes with me? Y/n is terrible at the game" she asks, looking pointedly at you. "Hey! I'm not that bad" you defend as Pete agrees.

Within an hour, you got through most of the revision and decide to go to the kitchen for a snack to see the two of them, sitting in silence and eating the cookies.

"Hey, love. We saved you some if you want any, also the burgers should be about fifteen minutes if you want to wait for them" Peter offered, as you pick up one of the white chocolate cookies.

"Yeah, Peter also said that I can stay up a bit later with the two of you since I've been good" Morgan adds, smiling at you from her seat at the table.

The second the food came, you ate it immediately and before you knew it, you looked up to see Peter running up the stairs with Morgan on his back to take her to bed.

You follow them up a couple of minutes later, too see Peter tucking her in and walking out, looking tired. "You were right, Morgan is hard work" he said, wrapping his arm around you before giving you a forehead kiss. "I know, I'm have to babysit every week" you say.

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@citrus-cider

#lucia one shots #peter parker imagine #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker concept

[tpwkbucky]

✧ a little flirt. bucky barnes (au)

warnings: charming bucky and fluff!!

an: this will only be short and probably very crappy since im rushing it before college! hope you enjoy anyway, tpwk! all posts will be 18+ even if they don’t contain smut, angst, fluff, etc. underage people do not interact.

posted: 8/12/21

the diner was busy, bustling crowds entering one by one as you wiped away at the turquoise tinted tables. even though you had worked your ass off this evening, a bright smile still lingered on your lips since you always found it hard to be miserable when everyone around you was happy… well maybe except the odd crying baby but whenever you went over to give them a little toy, they reciprocated your smile and giggled away.

weekend nights like these always were entertaining. a band would be hired to sing upstage or a karaoke battle would happen. you were never bored, probably why you loved your job so much.

you dusted your hands of on your slightly creased and dirty apron, and looked around for any empty tables to seat your guest at.

you walked them over to the table, one of the guest speaking up, “my friend bucky should be here soon, he’s a little late, would you mind bringing him over here-“ he read your badge, “-y/n.”

“sure I can-”

“steve.” he offered you his name.

“steve.” you smiled, “can i get you any drinks as you wait boys?”

one perked up, “sure, steve and i would love a beer and please can you get our late guest the most girliest drink you have?”

“that would the ‘barbie fizzer’, sir” you laughed, jotting down there order, “do you know what you’d like to eat or would you like me to come back when your friend gets here?”

“we’ll order now, sam gets the jerk chicken burger, bucky will have (when he gets here) a plain cheeseburger with extra gherkins, and I will have… the number 77.”

“i get it order through now,” you smiled, “have a good evening.”

you walked away, to the cashier, placing in their orders before giving it to the chefs. grabbing there drinks, you made an extra sparkly pink cocktail and placed all three onto a tray, carrying it over to the booth.

you noticed the third member, bucky, had arrived by the back of his head - long, shaggy hair to his shoulders. stepping in front of the table, you placed the two beers down in front off the men then turned to bucky, secretly noticing his attractiveness (gulping), and placing his frilly drink down with a smile.

“enjoy your drink buck.” sam laughed, snorting.

bucky just shrugged, looking directly at you, “oh sam, how you think a girly drink would hurt my ego. i hope you know, y/n, that i would never be so stuck to a stereotype like his.”

you lifted your eyebrows, as he took a sip. he let out a long sigh, “delicious, y/n.”

you let out a small giggle (taking yourself by shock) and heard the ding of the bell. “your food ready, ill get it now for you guys.”

“thanks doll.” the brunette winked.

as you walked away, his stare wavered from your juggling hips to your swishing hair.

“this drink is shit.”

when you come back to give them their food, steve and sam have gone and the manager is talking to bucky.

“good news y/n,” your boss starts, “your boyfriend here, told me that you feel ill, so im giving you the rest of the night off. enjoy.”

you raise your eyebrows confused, and place the three burgers on the table, “uh, what happened?”

“me and you are now officially on a date doll.” bucky announces. “obviously you can leave if you feel hncomfortable, or have a boyf-”

“i don’t have a boyfriend,” you awkwardly laughed, “and i don’t feel uncomfortable, this is actually very sweet, no one has ever done this before.”

“okay, good.” he breaths out.

throughout the whole night, bucky charms you, using - actually good - pick up lines and flirting, picking out all of your favourite features and complimenting them. he even added you on every social and got your number, even going so far to take a picture for the profile pic.

and at the end of the night, he walks you out of the diner, his hand on your back and opens your car door.

“thank you for a wonderful evening and taking a chance with me.” he smiles, his eyes lingering on your lips.

“i would love to see you again bucky…” you shyly speak.

“me too doll.”

you both stare at one another’s mouth, both moving in the same time until they touch.

his hands splays itself on your back, the other on your jaw/neck, angling you backwards. his tongue slowly enters your mouth, your teeth clashing and and his fingers digging in.

you smile into the kiss and peak his lips a couple more times before moving your head back, “goodnight buck.”

“night doll.”

#bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #tws bucky #bucky smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #beefy bucky #marvel au #marvel #captain america #the avengers #the winter soldier x reader #bucky imagine #bucky angst #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic

[violenceenthusiast]

ok i had a thought that makes me wanna dip my head in acid but in a soft way...

dean and claire having a father/daughter saturday of fun and low-grade mischief, going to an arcade and joke-fighting over what stuffed animal to get with their tickets and getting slushies and while they’re taking a break to grab burgers claire says “yknow i’ve been meaning to go get- wanna come with me while i get a new piercing??”

and dean pinches in the direction of her ear a little and says “what, you don’t have enough of those already?” as if he doesn’t think they’re the coolest thing.

she waves him off, eyes flicking between the burger in her hands and the table “i don’t know i just thought it’d be something else fun to do today.”

dean’s only half teasing when he asks “you want me there to hold your hand?”

claire rolls her eyes and looks to the side with half a smile, “oh shut up.” but it’s true, she does want him there to hold her hand– she may be a hardcore hunter who will take a knife cut or a monster bite in stride, but she always gets a little nervous before each piercing. maybe having dean there will make it just a little more manageable.

––

they get to the studio and claire signs the forms, picks out her jewelry, takes a seat to wait while they get ready for her. dean is pacing, looking carefully in each case, at each display. the nice person behind the counter sees him looking and asks “did you want to get something pierced today too?” claire cracks a smile at that and dean looks up at the counter clerk a little wide-eyed, eyebrows raised and mouth half open in surprise, huffs out a breath and looks down as half a nervous smile pulls at the left side of his mouth. he sticks one hand in his pocket and gives one wave with the other as he says “ha. nah, no- just here for her today” as he gestures at claire. he goes to sit with her until the piercer calls them back to the room that’s set up for them.

claire is getting a conch piercing and it’s going more easily than usual- partly because dean is there with her, partly because there are shockingly few nerve endings in the middle of the ear cartilage, and partly because the woman doing the piercing is insanely pretty and insanely good at what she does (she used to be a phlebotomist so she knows a little something about blood, needles, nervousness, and a given person’s propensity for fainting). while the piercer is busy marking the ear, claire looks over at dean in his chair and unable to contain the question any longer asks him, “you ever thought about getting a piercing?”

“me? nah.. it’s just not- i mean they would’ve gotten ripped out for sure by some- by accident.” he was about to say ‘by some monster’ but caught himself before he really weirded out the nice piercer woman. he hadn’t thought about him and piercings in a long time. he had slowly stopped wearing even rings and bracelets as much over the years in case they got caught on something during a hunt (though now he had a new ring on his left hand that he never took off). a piece of jewelry actually in the body was even more of a ridiculous idea for a hunter. but he wasn’t a hunter any more, not really. hadn’t been for about a year. after chuck and getting cas back safe and human.. with sam and eileen running their witchy little hunter hub from the bunker.. it had just seemed like his opportunity and his time to break out of it all. wow okay in that split second he trailed so far off from where he started.. where did he start? ...piercings! right. he remembers being young and not being able to take his eyes off the men in bars with the metal glinting in their ears, noses, lips.. now he knew the staring had been more about the men than the jewelry but it hadn’t not been about the jewelry either. was this one of those things he got to think about now, again, for the first time in a lifetime?

claire takes a moment to make sure she isn’t woozy any more and gets up to go look in the mirror at her new adornment. she smiles and dean snaps out of his own little world to say “you like it?” 

she looks at him through the mirror “love it.” and then, mischievous, “your turn.”

“my turn??”

“oh absolutely.” a moment of raised eyebrows and incredulous silence then, “if you decide you hate it you can just take it out. c’mon i saw your face, you want one you can’t hide from me.”

she’s right. he protests weakly, but she knows him all too well at this point and she’s right and the goading from the piercer only encourages her.

“okay okay fine. but nothing too showy.”

they decide on a rook. it’s not too prominent but it’s definitely there, definitely unique, it will look okay on it’s own if he never gets another piercing, and if he has to jump in on an odd hunt it’s far enough into the ear that it would be hard for it to get caught on anything or ripped out. dean picks a simple, stainless steel piece with a lapis lazuli setting– blue for his husband (though if you asked him he would deny that’s why he chose it. but only at first).

he can’t believe how jittery he is about the whole thing, but this time claire holds his hand. it’s over before it’s begun and he thought it might be painful like the tattoo was, or like any of the number of painful little things that have happened to him over the years but it’s not, it mostly just feels strange. it’s nice to be surprised like that.

dean hops off the bench like claire did and goes to the mirror half expecting to hate what he sees. but he’s surprised for the second time in barely a minute. the glint of the metal in his ear doesn’t just look good, it looks right. like it was meant to be there and he had been awaiting it’s arrival but didn’t know it. something hard to name, something small, something he didn’t know was missing until he found it had just found its way to him, slotted into place and settled in his ribs. he feels quieter but also on fire– like he’d be satisfied to just sit and read a book, like he could face god and win (again).

from behind him claire asks, “like it?”

he smiles. “love it.”

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they kick around for a little while longer, each of them forgetting about their new piercings until they catch sight of the other’s or until they catch their reflection in a shop window and take a second to admire the newness. eventually claire begrudgingly admits she has to get back to campus to get some work done. dean drops her off at her dorm with a hug and a “stay out of trouble”. 

dean makes the drive home to cas, just lost enough in happy thoughts and memories from the day that he forgets to put on any music until he’s already half way home. 

he gets to the house and finds cas watering the plants in the living room. he leans in the doorframe, watching his love gently tend to each plant in turn. dean doesn’t say anything, he knows cas knows he’s there and will greet him when he’s finished seeing to his darlings. in the meantime dean gets to delight in the sight of the curve of cas’ back as he bends this way and that to reach the plants, the delicate and reverent care he shows each leaf and vine.

cas finishes his routine, sets the water down and turns to greet dean. he freezes half way to saying hello because something is.. something.. something is... he can’t put a name to it, nothing is wrong but dean is.. shifted. not different.. but different. dean is holding his head oddly turned to the side and it doesn’t help either that dean is smiling around a secret and they both know it. cas narrows his eyes but brushes off the feeling long enough to cross the room and give dean a kiss, quick but whole and familiar. dean turns his head to look at a plant and ask a question about it and “accidentally” reveal his new addition. cas, who hasn’t taken a single step backwards since coming over to kiss dean, of course sees the jewelry immediately and exclaims before dean even has a chance to start his made-up question. 

after some very amusing joke-yelling from both sides, it’s revealed that cas just absolutely loves it. and not that dean was worried cas would hate it but dean was a little worried cas would hate it. or worse, that he would judge it. but cas loves that dean tried something new, loves that he chose something blue, loves that dean seems just that little bit more at home in himself. and from the slight blush in his cheeks and ears, dean can tell cas thinks it’s a little bit sexy too. 

––

dean keeps thinking about how much he liked getting a piercing. he gets it on a fundamental level now, gets claire and her array of silver and gold. he’s got the taste for it now, the itch. he’s thinking about going back for another one. or two. but what else, what next? he cheekily wonders about picking based on what would drive cas wild. 

...dean goes back in secret a month and a half later to get his nips pierced. it doesn’t stay secret for long. not from cas, at least. 

#dean winchester #claire novak #dad dean #bi dean #destiel fanfic #destiel #retired dean #supernatural #spn fic #spn fluff #finale fix it #saileen mention #dean can have a little gender euphoria as a treat #gay angel but make him more jewish #1.7k words #ok maybe i need to follow more spn blogs i only have like 5 rn #anyone wanna guess how many piercings i have based solely on reading this fic lmao #fern posting