#whatever - everything’s here -what a fruit tv show

[ghosts-bandwagon]

that s/o avoids their touch as joke prompt you did was amazing! could we get one with all the 141 + los vaqueros where you’re avoiding them on purpose? maybe you’ve got really bad anxiety and can’t handle the extra stimulation?

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He knows something is off immediately

I feel like out of everyone, he’s the most understanding and will absolutely give you space

He’s standing outside your door, gently knocking and talking with a low quiet voice, “I’m out here when you’re ready.”

And true enough he’s stood outside your door, leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for you and even when the door opens quietly, he waits for you to call him into your room

And even when you call him inside, he’ll wait a few seconds just in case you change your mind, even goes so far as to check in with you to make sure you’re ok with him coming in

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He’s a little taken aback but he respects your space, he might not quite get it at first but he won’t argue, he’ll give you your space regardless

He doesn’t really know what to do with himself so he walks off to the living room, watched some TV but then he gets a little restless, so he gets up and starts cleaning up a bit

And then he hears your voice quietly call out to him and my man drops everything and starts booking it to your room

His first instinct is to bombard you with questions but he’s aware that it’ll make your anxiety worse so he stays quiet and lets you take the lead

John Price:

Gives you your space without question

“Don’t rush, sweetheart, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

And sure enough he’s chilling on the couch, tv is on but he’s not really paying attention. He’s in the kitchen fixing you guys some lunch, idly tuning in to the tv. Even if you don’t come out right away, he sets it aside for you when you’re ready

If it’s late by the time you’ve settled down a bit, he might be snoring on the couch but he wakes up as soon as he hears the door open, he doesn’t say anything as you silently trudge over and plop beside him onto the couch

He’s got his arms along the back of the couch so you curl into his side, head against his chest, he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder and brings you in a little closer, he kisses the top of your head and breathe a quiet sigh of relief and contentment.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’ll ask you what’s wrong immediately, he’s worried he did something to upset you, but as soon as you tell him you’re a bit overwhelmed and need a moment, he backs off and gives you space

He’s struggling to keep himself busy and he’s having a hard time not barraging you with love and affection, his knee jerk reaction is to try to fix whatever it is that’s got you worked up

But he loves and respects you too much to impose himself like that, so he waits for you to give him the ok for some lovin

Even when you call him to your room because you’ve decompressed enough to be ok being around him, he’s biting his cheek to keep himself from hugging and kissing and squeezing you, so you’ll have to take the lead and gently lean into him, his affection is gentle and patient

Alejandro Vargas:

He’ll ask if you’re feeling alright but will back off when you tell him you need a moment to yourself

“Ok, mi vida, let me know if there’s anything you need ok?”

He gives you your space, maybe too much space. He physically leaves and runs a couple errands, making sure to get you all your favorite things while he’s out: favorite snacks, sweets, fruits, drinks, food, he bought your favorite flowers, that book you were eyeballing a few weeks ago

When he comes back home, arms full of gifts for you, he sees you walking about in the kitchen and checks in with you to make sure you’re feeling better

If you’re not, don’t sweat it, take your time. If you’re feeling better, then he’ll ask if it’s ok to hug you and if you give him your blessing, he will. And then he shows you all the things he got for you while he was out and about.

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s so gentle and understanding it’s not even funny, honestly? King.

Even though you’ve told him you need a moment to yourself, all he asks is that you leave your door open a little bit so he can walk past and check in on you

That’s a lie. He asked you to keep it open so he can leave all your favorite snacks on the table by your door, he’s got fresh cold water, your favorite fruits, some sweets, favorite chips

Just because you want some space, that doesn’t mean he won’t still take care of you. He’ll clean up the house a bit, load up the dishwasher, get the laundry going, light a couple candles and maybe put on some sweet instrumental music

With all that indirect affection, how could you possibly not call him into your room and let him love you?

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rudy x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod headcanons

[billskeis]

Could you write bill or tom fluff with an s/o that has like chronic pain or iron deficiency?

(Love your work btw)💕💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 kaulitz twins w iron deficient gf

you and tom were sitting on the couch together cuddling, bill, georg and gustav left the studio go to grab take-out from the local pizza place nearby. you had your head leaned on tom’s shoulder, watching tv as his arm that wrapped around you was caressing your shoulder.

“we’re back!”

you hear bill yell as shoes were being kicked off and plastic bags were rustling from being swung around softly.

“welcome back!” bill, georg and gustav set everything down on the coffee table in the studio. “oh! y/n and i even got you the chicken wings you wanted, tom told me too,” bill said.

“really!? oh my gosh! thank you!!” you begin to lift up your body in excitement because you haven’t had those wings in like forever, as you came to stand, your blood pressure drops a little too fast and you feel extremely dizzy.

you find yourself flopping back down, not into the couch but into tom’s lap who was still sitting down, “woah! princess you good??” everybody looked at you now a little concerned. his hands now on each one your arms holding them.

“shit—yeah! i just get dizzy whenever i do that,” you reassure everyone and they go back to whatever they’re doing, except tom who clings on to you tightly.

you feel yourself getting a little embarrassed at the excessive public display of affection, but nobody seems to care.

“tom? i’m hungry, let me please get a plate before the chicken wings run out,” you both turn to look at the three other boys scarfing down the food quickly it might finish if you blink once more.

“hold on baby, let me get you a plate,” tom lifts you off his lap and places you onto the soft plush couch gently to go get a plate from the coffee table, “tom! it’s okay—“ “don’t even try y/n, he won’t let you, you’re his little princess after all,” georg snickers while tom punches his arm.

“so what if she is?” tom asks while georg shrugs his shoulder, taking a large bite of his pizza.

arranging the foods onto the paper plate, tom puts an array of a pizza slice, breadsticks and the chicken wings he specifically requested for you. “HEY! gustav no more wings those are for y/n,” as he swats away gustav’s hand that seemingly reached for another.

you didn’t know he asked for them, how sweet.

he sits down beside you, handing the plate, “thanks tom, you didn’t have to..” “oh but i did, though. i did have to because you just deserve to just sit here and eat. you take care of me all the time so let me do this for you,” you laugh at him while taking your pizza off the plate.

“ahhhhh~,” tom opens his mouth to welcome the pizza that WAS for you in a joking manner, stopping when you role your eyes sarcastically at him. instead, you take a big bite of the pizza to which he pouts dramatically, then laughing at he quickly kisses your cheek as you chew on the delicacy of pizza.

god, you love this man.

⋆*ೃ༄

“thank you so much bill, you really didn’t have to cook tonight,” you say as he sets down tonight’s dinner containing steak, mash potatoes and asparagus, “nonsense! you’re my girlfriend after all.”

he smiles brightly and looks proudly towards the food he made.

“oh! hold on a second, he gets up from the seat beside you to grab something from the fridge,” you watch him in curiosity until he turns around and shows you a,

orange..?

“babe, an orange?” you ask, he sits down beside you, beginning to peel the fruit, “ja! i heard it helps you absorb the iron in your food better, the steak is still hot so while it cools you can snack on this before.”

so he actually did research huh..

as he finishes peeling the orange, he begins removing the orange pith, the spongey veins begin to clear off the fruit as it reveals its more vivid colour, you kiss bill on the forehead looking at him and awe and he shy’s away looking down.

“you’re too sweet bill,” you lean your arm on the table as you rest your head on your hand staring at him, he doesn’t know where to look as you can see his cheeks are tinted a rosy pink, “thank you, meine liebe.. now say ahhhh~”

you open your mouth to welcome the slice of orange he so particularly peeled for you, a little of the juice spills out the corner of your mouth as you rush to eat the fruit.

they’re super sweet.

bill takes his thumb and wipes off the juice that began to run down corner of your mouth and face. taking his thumb away he suckles on the tip of it to get the juice that was once on your face into his mouth.

why the fuck is he so hot and cute at the same time!?

“stop doing that..” you say, “stop doing what?” “BEING HOT AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME!” he laughs at you and shakes his head, he then picks up another slice of orange to hold towards your mouth, “my hotness and cuteness could never compare to yours,” “oh please!”

as you finish slice by slice of the orange, he feeds each and every one piece to you, not letting you do it yourself even thought your very much capable of doing so. after eating the last slice he gives you a kiss on the kips and licks his lips after.

“shall we eat?”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fyp #2000s

[rzyraffek]

Platonic yandere yautja x human child reader

Aww dad yautja😊 I didn't write for yautjas in months!! Hopefully u enjoy it!! Also i used they/them for kid. No tw, only cuteness and wholesome dad figure yautja👹 request open

Dad yautja with human kid

Bro is confused ??? Tf??? Why is there a child here??

He either found them abandoned in middle of nowhere or accidentally killed their perents, by 'accidentaly' i mean ofc he wanted to kill them he just didn't know there was a child nearby and now he feels bad

Kinda finds human pups ugly😭 why are you so smol and loud wtf

Dad!yautja after he kinda adopts y/n he gets too overprotective! Like dude won't leave their side at all, especially when you guys are outside; dude will pick them up and just carry around.

Can't cook to save his life, he kinda set kitchen on fire. And humans cant eat raw meat, so now you are on fruit diet for now (and veggies)

Had this parental instinct to teach them everything, how to shoot, find food, basic self-defence, overall taking good care of themselfs. But he kinda likes that he has to provide for them, it gives him control yknow

When he carries them around everywhere! He acually lets them sit on his shoulders or just hang on his neck😓😍

Cant say no to those cute big eyes! Yes he will let them 'decorate' his armor (with glitter and stickers) and he will let them paint his nails and he will lisen to them gossip about their friends.

If his kid is a little artist and walks up to him and says "papa i drew you!" He does not care that he looks like a lizard nor that they didn't color it perfectly. Dude is purring, picking y/n up and he carries this drawing in pocket everywhere

Other yautjas say that he spoils them, but he disagrees! Your a HUMAN baby, i mean yeah your basically one of yautjas now but!!! Your tiny! And your skin is so squishy!!!

He had to learn how to comb their hair cuz at some point y/n simply refused to cut it (me too lil guy) and he respects them so much he won't just do something against them

Kinda wishes he could understand human body language more

Also about body language i can imagine kid just kinda mimicing yatuja body language and habits. Like dad!yatuja will say "child please go to bed its late" the kid will just angry respond with a hiss👹 "hsssss👽🦎" "?????" If yaujtas had eyebrows, he would rise them

If y/n is a girl, and she has her first period? Dude panics! HUHH WHAT BLOOD??? FROM WHERE!?? UHHHH????

Dude tries to be a perfect father figure, he tries to have similar intrests with his kid so they can connect more, but if y/n is totally not into hunting, collecting, nature themed stuff, Yautja is more than happy to catch up with whatever teens are into this days, but he will judge the hell out of tv shows (if they watch any)

I kinda forgot it suppose to be yandere so it turned out to be just wholesome im so sorry

Understands that kid needs privacy but he will just go invisible mode and lurk in shadows! Like what if somone attacks you??? Or worse! What if you meet some humans that he doenst like??? What if they will tell y/n all lies about what 'bad war crimes' he commited and what 'murderous' his kind is!! Those are lies pls dont lisen to humans

No boy/girlfriends!!! Nuh uh!! Your his little baby you cant go doing all those... things... with some human. ugh! this person probably can't even hunt for you!! Or give you nice treasures!! Or build a pretty nest!! Why would you like them my child?? Look at all those trophies i gathered for all those years! You should stay here!

He loves the fact that he lives in some wild ass jungle and y/n cant leave him due to all those dangers around, plus he loves that y/n will always stay tiny(in comparison obviously) and weak so be basically needs to provide for them! Right???

I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #yandere yautja #yautja headcanon #yautja x reader #yautija #yautja

[bettyfrommars]

Stop the World and Melt with You//Eddie MunsonxFem!reader//Part 4

⚠️18+Only, mature themes, eventual smut, slow burn, reader has some anxiety, dread, fear of the unknown, magic, mystery, strangers to lovers, sexual tension, reader and Eddie are mid 20's. Word count: 4k

Series Masterlist

🔸The initial shock has worn off, and the reality of your situation is setting in. More unexplainable things happen, and Eddie takes you to check out the newest addition to Hawkinsgate. The connection between the two of you grows.

Much love to the handful of people who are on this strange adventure with me ❤️

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The next day, you didn’t get out of bed for a very long time. When you first opened your eyes around daybreak, you reached up on the nightstand to check the time on your phone, realized it wasn’t there, and then everything came rushing back to you so hard, it knocked the wind out of you. You sat up and looked around, pulling your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself, as the adrenaline rush of the initial shock dissipated and a deep fear of the unknown gripped you.

Even though your cognitive brain was threatening to seize up as it tried to make sense and comprehend whatever the hell was happening to you, there was a strange, calm center at your core that kept whispering that you were right where you were supposed to be, and everything would be okay.

Trust me, the inner voice told you.

But your brain said ‘no thanks’ to that and just kept spinning it’s gears, trying to make sense of something that was beyond its scope of understanding. You could feel a full blown anxiety attack mounting as you sat there, wondering how you were supposed to navigate this freaky place alone.

But you weren’t alone. You had Eddie.

Eddie.

You had this feeling that you didn’t like to rely on anyone else. People flake, people let you down. You couldn’t trust anyone but yourself.

But you had no choice but to let down your defenses here; you had to ask questions, you had to accept help. This was not just any other town—this place was surreal. Another universe, a time jump, a wrinkle in reality.

And if this is what happens when you die, you’re going to be very upset.

After being curled up in a ball under the covers for hours, staring into space, you got up to drink the rest of your water and eat the last of the gas station peanuts that were in your bag. Finding food was the next priority. You put your mind to good use trying to find things you could possibly trade.

You turned the TV on so that you wouldn’t feel so alone, and fiddled with the dial until you settled on an episode of Gilligan’s Island. You sat down on the edge of the bed, directly in front of it, shaking your head at the cheesy, ridiculous, yet comforting, premise of the show. They all ended up marooned on an island and they made the best of it, they survived. The fresh fruit they were eating looked so juicy and delicious, it made your stomach rumble. After a handful of minutes, you stood up to head over and wash your face when you froze in your tracks, your eyes locked on what was in the middle of the floor.

There was a pineapple at your feet.

A pineapple.

Wait.

A pineapple?

It looked perfectly fresh and ripe like it had just been plucked. Hold on--had someone been in your room?? The thought put your nerves on end. You stepped over the pineapple to grab the mace that was on your key ring and aimed it ahead of you as you checked the bathroom. You made sure every space, including under the bed, was empty before you inspected the front door: it was still locked with the deadbolt on.

You spun around to make eye contact with the pineapple again, and the two of you had a bit of a standoff, as people and mysteriously appearing fruit are prone to do.

“Where did you come from?” You squinted, not really expecting an answer. Now, if the pineapple sudden grew lips and spoke to you—your brain would, in fact, short circuit and reduce you to a puddle of goo on the floor.

Thankfully, it was, indeed, just a piece of non-sentient fruit.

You picked the pineapple up to put it on the round table in the front corner, and you were staring at it, wondering if you should eat it or see how much it was worth in trade when there was a knock at your door.

You pulled the curtain back to check from the window first, relieved to see that it was Eddie.

“Long time, no see, sweetheart," he cocked his head, an impish grin on his face.

You couldn’t help yourself, you sprang forward with your arms out and hugged him tight. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you,” you said into his shoulder, and you meant it.

You made him stumble back a step, but he wrapped his arms around you as well; his head leaning against yours and his eyes closing for a brief moment before you parted.

“Are you busy right now?” he asked, even though he imagined it to be unlikely, he didn’t want to be presumptuous.

With a start, you realized you were wearing nothing but a yellow tank top and shorts pajama set with little goats on them, and tried to hide yourself behind the door.

“Um, nothing at the moment,” you told him.

“Would you like to go for a drive with me? I want to show you something.”

Before he could finish, you were already nodding yes.

He sat outside the door in the walkway on a plastic chair to wait while you got dressed. When you finally opened the door to let him know you were ready, you only had one more question:

“Can I bring my pineapple? I want to keep an eye on it.”

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He picked you up in an old blue and white van with porthole windows. He told you that he found the original model abandoned, baking in the sun, and he rebuilt the engine with Gary’s help.

You held the pineapple in between your legs so it wouldn’t get tossed around in the back seat or on the floorboard.

Eddie was impressed, but not entirely surprised, that a tropical piece of fruit appeared in your room.

“Pineapples don’t show up here very often,” he nodded, both hands on the steering wheel. “You could easily trade for a week of food at the diner for that baby.”

“But why was it in my room? How did it get there?”

“How does anything get here?” Eddie made a turn around a bend of trees among tall grasses, and then down a row of mismatched houses. A few were sunken into the ground on one side like they didn’t belong together at all. Some were from the 80’s, a couple were from the mid-century, and then there was an air stream trailer with a few plastic pink flamingos sticking up in the grass outside.

“Who lives there?” You asked, pointing at the trailer.

“No one, I don’t think,” Eddie ducked his head down to get a better look as he drove by. “That one just showed up a few days ago.”

...just showed up…

He looped around to the main road and you ended up in the vast, empty parking lot of what appeared to be an abandoned mall. The pavement was cracked and there were tufts of grass sprouting up through the fissures. The building looked almost sunken in on one side like it had literally dropped there from the sky. The glass was broken out in some of the windows, and the name of the mall across the archway was completely shattered.

“Honey, we’re home,” he chirped, looking pleased with himself at the joke.

“Oh, great,” you said halfheartedly, wrapping your arms around your pineapple.

“Stay there,” he told you as he got out so he could go around and open the door for you.

You put one foot out, but he could tell you were worried to leave your pineapple alone, so he took off his jean vest. “Here put it in the back seat and cover it with this. No one comes here. It will be safe.”

You did as he suggested, and then you followed him into the mall.

He pulled out a huge key ring that made him look like a professional janitor. “My uncle Wayne is in charge of the electricity for these new buildings when they appear. This whole place will be open to the public in a few days, but we get first dibs.”

“Open to the public,” you took in the crumbling nature of the building. “You mean it will be a fully functioning mall?”

“Haha, no,” Eddie said as he reached the main double doors. “People can come and trade or bid on things that they want. Clothes, books, you name it. Whatever is in here.”

You thought about that as you entered the big, echoing expanse of the main entrance.

It wasn’t empty though. There were no people around, but you could see through the cracked store windows that most of the shops still had merchandise in them. The clap of your boots sounded loud enough to be tap shoes as they met with the floor, and you reached a big structure that had once been a fountain. There was no water inside of it, but there were still hundreds, if not thousands, of coins at the bottom. A few birds fluttered to the fountain, and you tilted your head back to see the enormous glass skylight above that had been shattered in one part, letting nature in. For a few precious moments there, you weren’t worrying about where you came from, or where you were.

Eddie was watching you; enjoying the stunned look of awe on your face.

“So,” he stepped up close, bumping your arm with his. “What do you want to do first?”

You met his mischievous gaze as a smile crept across your face.

Next thing you knew, the two of you were peddling bicycles up and down the first floor, screaming, giggling, and racing each other. Your bike had blue and white streamers flying out from the handlebars, and Eddie’s was a black and red dirt bike. You rode around the makeup counters by yourself at Macy’s, trying on lipsticks, and taking a few sample packets of face wash and lotion from behind the counter. You both squealed to a stop in front of an arcade, and then Eddie switched the power on while you scrambled in he fountain to fill your pockets with coins.

You beat his score at Pac-Man, and when you turned to stick your tongue out at him to gloat at your victory, he was bent over and his face was close, right at your shoulder, and you were both gripped with a surge of intensity; lips parted, hovering mere inches apart. Your gaze lifted to his chocolate button eyes and he whispered, “beginners luck,” before turning away from you, flustered, jumping back on his bike, waving at you to follow him.

The second floor was home to the food court, and you didn’t dare touch the old, dried up pans of pizza, but there were packaged sandwiches that appeared to be only a day or two old. After a quick inspection of the contents, you both decided you were too hungry to worry about it and devoured them. You grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with sacks of chips, cookies, and some other sealed goods.

Eddie found you staring at an outfit on a mannequin in a store window, and he snuck up behind you, fingers sinking gently into your ribs, and you yelped.

“Go try it on,” he told you, in regards to the outfit. “Take it if you like it.”

“I feel bad taking things from here, for some reason,” you admitted. You didn’t feel bad about taking the food, because it was a necessity, and most of it would go bad anyway, but clothes? They just didn’t seem as important to you in the moment.

“When they open this place to the public in a couple days, people will wipe these stores clean without any hesitation,” he assured you. “Take it. You deserve it.”

You worked your jaw for a few seconds, thinking, and then you were back in the fitting room putting it on. You liked it so much, you put your old clothes in a big, square paper bag with a handle. On your way out to model the new outfit for Eddie, another piece of clothing caught your eye, and you slipped it in your bag, along with a pair of shoes that were your size. You hoped you had an opportunity to wear them down the road.

The places you both spent the longest at were the record store for Eddie, and the bookstore for you. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the light coming through the main skylight was getting dim. Eddie found you around the far aisle, on the floor with a book in your lap, and he showed you the sack of tapes and vinyl he picked out.

“This one is for you, kiddo,” he said with a wink, holding up a blank Memorex tape. “I’ve got some songs in mind I want to put on here fore you.”

“Hey, wait, I got you something too,” you lifted your eyebrows, turning to the stack of items at your side. You picked up the gift and sprang to your feet. It was a black, leather bound journal, and you found a nice pen to clip onto the side of it.

Eddie moved his lips infinitesimally as he looked down, turning it over in his hands to feel the indentations of the embossed cover.

“It’s a journal,” you offered, unable to read his silence. “For when you write music, or whatever.” At the diner, he mentioned that he used to play guitar and write music, but that he didn’t have much time for it anymore.

“You…” Eddie stammered. “You were thinking about me?”

His eyes met yours and your first instinct was to say, “always,” but instead, you punched him playfully in the arm and reminded him that it was getting late and you wanted to check on your pineapple.

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Eddie’s van was still the only vehicle in the parking lot, and you were careful not to trip on the ruptured, split pavement as you carried all of your bags back with you.

Your pineapple was glad to see you. You put it inside of Eddie’s vest and buttoned it up to make it look like the pineapple was a dude in a jacket and the flourish of green leaves was his hair. You held it in the crook of your arm and show it to Eddie, proudly, as you secured the seatbelt across the two of you.

“What should we name him?”

“I can’t give him a name, it will be too hard to get rid of him,” you admitted. “Speaking of trading, is there some kind of supermarket around here where I can buy some groceries?”

Eddie took you to the Family Grocer that was settled into the foundation much like the mall, but it was actually full of cool stuff. Eddie stayed in the van to listen to some of his new tapes, and you took your pineapple son in to the store with you and place him in the front seat of your cart proudly with his vest on.

There were jellies and jams and produce from local farms, but then there was also exotic boxed and canned goods from other countries, labels written in foreign languages. Everything was in designated sections, but also mismatched; no more than two of one certain brand. The deli meats all came from local livestock, and they had a few of those trinket machines by the door. You slipped a few of your quarters in that you took from the fountain and got some fake tattoos for you and Eddie.

You grabbed a few essentials, including some gallons of water and the soda you had been craving, plus some canned goods, and a can opener. You weren’t sure how much the pineapple would get you, so you were cautious at first, but then the girl at the checkout stand called her manager over to show him what you were trading with, and they told you to pick out as much as you wanted.

You assumed that meant within reason, but you went back and got six pack of beer and beef jerky sticks and pink lady apples and some shampoo and conditioner.

You loaded the groceries into the side of Eddie’s van, and then you handed him back his denim vest, and gave him a sad but resigned look. “He was a good boy. He’ll always be in our hearts.”

“Can I cook you dinner tonight, as a thank you?” You asked as he put the van into gear. “I mean, we’d have to go to your place. My motel room doesn’t have a kitchen.”

Eddie hesitated, not because he didn’t like your suggestion, but because his place was a pigsty.

“Or, not,” you cleared your throat, taking his long pause as him not knowing how to tell you no. “I just wanted to...do something nice for you. Since you bought dinner the other day.”

“Oh, I’d love it,” he choked out, not wanting to give you the wrong idea. “Just give me an hour, okay? I need to clean the place up a bit.”

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Eddie gave you directions to the trailer park he lived in, and you caught him frantically sweeping the porch as you drove up. His hair was wet, and he looked nervous, but excited to see you. One trailer over, there was an older man with gray hair on the porch smoking a cigarette, and he lifted a hand to give you a partial wave.

Eddie introduced the two of you. “That’s my uncle Wayne,” he pointed, holding the broom like a guitar. “He’s my neighbor.”

“Oh okay,” you smiled back at him, unable to wave because you had a grocery bag in each hand. “Would you like to have dinner with us?” You called out across the way to him.

“He works the night shift,” Eddie let you know, jumping over the porch to help you carry things, his wallet chain hitting the banister as he vaulted over like a super hero. “But I’ll save some for him.”

Eddie was out of breath, and you could tell he’d been frantically trying to straighten up. There were a couple of empty beer cans on the coffee table in front of the sofa and he rushed to pick them up as you entered.

“Well,” he held his arms out to his sides, fingers clutching the cans. “This is the castle. It’s not much, but it’s mine.”

“I love it,” you said, honestly. It was cozy and scattered and so...Eddie. He helped you put things down in the kitchen and you noticed that the drying rack by the sink was full of dishes still dripping wet. He gave you the tour down the hall to the bathroom, but said he preferred not to show you his bedroom just yet because it was a disaster, and you respected that. You stopped to look at a framed photo in the hall that looked it was a 7 or 8 year old Eddie holding a fish up next to a man who resembled a younger Wayne. The frame was made of glued on elbow macaroni.

Eddie exhaled a breath as he leaned his hip against the counter. “Can I help you? Do you need anything?”

You asked him to show you where the pots were as you put some things in the fridge. “Here,” you said, handing him the 6 pack of beer. “Open two of these for us.”

You had a strong feeling you were not a gourmet chef, but you knew how to make spaghetti with red sauce and garlic bread. Eddie tried to give you room by staying in the living room, but he realized that he liked being close to you, and it made him keep circling back through the kitchen to tell you it smelled good or to crack a joke about something that happened earlier in the day at the mall.

At no point during dinner did you think about anything else than who you were sitting across from and the stories he was telling you. Throughout your day, you wondered about things like how you knew how to boil noodles, but couldn’t remember where you grew up or the names of your parents. Had you been raised by both parents? Or maybe an eccentric aunt who lived in a haunted house in the woods?

“I’ve decided I’m just going to make up a past for myself,” you told Eddie, dipping your garlic bread in the red sauce. “I mean, it’s a blank slate, right? So, I figure I can just give myself the life I want.”

Eddie could feel the shift; the moment you stopped trying to get back to wherever you were from and decided you liked being in that moment with him. As selfish as it was: he didn’t want you to go back. He had wanted you to stay from the start, but now he felt like it might rip his guts out if one day you just weren’t there. He didn’t know how it all worked, but maybe if you truly believed that you belonged there, and stopped trying to search for another place, you wouldn’t slip away. There was always a chance. He wasn’t ready to tell you that he knew you before he met you, because he didn’t want it to scare you away.

You were putting the dishes in the sink and loading the rest of the food into mismatched Tupperware containers from the 70’s for Eddie and Wayne, when you remembered something.

“I almost forgot!” You spun around and darted out the door to run to your truck without any explanation, leaving the front door open as you went. It was dark out and the sunset over the trees was a loud pink and orange. A few crickets serenaded you from under the porch.

You slammed the door to your old truck shut and bounced up the stairs with two flat pieces of white cardboard pinched between your fingers.

There were one of each, and you held them up to Eddie who had his arms braced high in the door frame, waiting for you with a curious look. For a second, the way he was standing there made you catch your breath. His shirt had drifted up to exposed the trail of hair above his belt and the glimpse of a tattoo on his lower stomach. Eddie caught you looking and smiled at you, blushing slightly.

“Um,” you made your way over to the door, but then he didn’t move out of your way, he just slid his back against one side of the frame so that you had to share the rectangle opening with him. You kept one foot on the porch and stepped the other into the linoleum floor, smelling his fresh, soapy skin and whatever spicy vanilla shampoo he used. Your knee touched his and you could feel his eyes searching your face as your attention was on the little cardboard envelopes in your hand.

Finally, you met his eyes, “I thought we could both get tattooed tonight.”

You hadn’t opened them to see what the designs were yet, so when the two of you sat down at the kitchen table, you had an idea. “Okay, you pick, and whichever one you get, you have to put it on no matter what it is. Same for me.”

“Deal,” Eddie tilted his chin at you with an air of confidence, not afraid to wear a pink kitten on the skin of his forearm, if that is what it came down to.

Eddie opened his and pumped his fist in the air, triumphantly, happy with his choice.

You opened yours and all of the color drained from your face.

“This must be a mistake,” you whispered.

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@avalon-wolf 💗

#eddiemunson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #mystery #magicsurrealism #a mysterious pineapple

[ohnoanalien]

Garden

Hi hello! So @lunar-wandering's hiccup hijinks trope is hilarious and @princen-monkie had such a great idea to add to it. I mean, growing flowers when he hiccups? Adorable. It wasn't really asked for, more for lunar to write if anything, but I thought you guys might enjoy it! Soooo...leggo!

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A silent, warm part of Macaque still wanted Wukong's sunlight. To spend cold nights bundled up between his arms, feeling the soft rock of purring against his un-glamored ears. But those memories and feelings were long gone by now-- or at least, they were supposed to be. It followed him like a curse. It followed him when he woke up. It followed him when MK and Mei showed up at his dojo. And it followed him all the way up Flower Fruit Mountain, tugged along by a favor he owed far, far too long ago to even care at this point.

MK knocked on the door until his fist was a blur. "Sleepoveeer!" 

"Psst! Mac." Mei nudged her elbow to his,  "Pour me the tea! Did you lose a bet? Save the Monkey King from a crazy immortality-killing demon? What gives?"

"...Crushed a peach." Was her old rival’s only reply.

"Crushed a what-now?" Her brow rose, confusion cut off when the door finally opened.

The Monkey King’s energy was a never-ending ball of light. Despite everything, the golden flame inside him never seemed to snuff out. Which made the nervous grin and ruffled fur a strange change of pace. He glanced at the kids beside him. Seems like the flame did shine a little too dimly today, even for the Monkey King's liking.

A large part of him relished at the view. A tiny, insignificant twinge of pain somehow rose above it. "Soooo…what Wukong-brand chaos do we have to deal with today?"

Wukong startled, "Wh-what? Where'd that come from?"

"I dunno," Mei piped up. "You look kinda jumpy.”

"Jumpy? Me? Psshhh!" Wukong waved a dismissive paw, "C'mooon, I'm immortal remember? I'm fi--" He quickly clamped his jaw shut, body jerking silently.

MK narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. He circled his mentor for injuries, not missing the way the stone monkey seemed to sweat under the spotlight. "Monkey King."

Sun Wukong winced, chided with all the energy of a disappointed parent. "L-let's just uh. Head inside, alright? I've got snacks."

MK stood silent, holding his ground as his pacing stopped.

"L-look, I'll explain everything. I'm just...I'm still getting used to…" A blush dusted peach-furred cheeks, "Give me a minute. I promise I'll tell--" Another jolt. A paw hovered over his mouth, and glowing pupils darted around the entrance.

Nothing to see here. Yet.

The cub’s concern was lifted with a small smile. "Alright Monkey King. I trust you." The grin immediately widened when a dirty sneaker passed the threshold, bolting inside with a loud whoop. Mei followed suit, energy intertwining in a chorus of cheering. Macaque stepped halfway through the door before slapping the stone monkey's back.

"...Thanks. For inviting me, or whatever." The shadow demon grumbled. Disappearing into the kitchen Wukong stood there, feeling the outline of his old friend's touch burn against his skin. A small hiccup broke the stunned silence and he quickly closed the door behind him, unaware of the patch of daisies that coated the handle.

"Dibs on the Monkey Mech!" Mei cackled, her shadow casting ominously against the light of the old TV. She pressed a button faster than MK could blink.

"Hey, no fair!"

"Excuse me?? You ALWAYS get to play Monkey Mech! You play him in real life!"

"Well! That's! True! But!" MK opened his mouth. Paused. Then heaved a defeated sigh, aiming his sights on Sha Wujing. The Monkey King stayed quiet, but between the jolt of the couch cushions and the claw that nervously tapped his thigh, Macaque felt something familiar brew in his chest.

"Hey." He muttered, "This is kinda against my better judgment but. You feeling alright?"

Wukong flashed nervous fangs, the beat on his thigh tapping ever-faster. "I said I'd tell you guys later and I meant it."

Macaque narrowed his eyes. A sweet, nostalgic scent brushed his nose. It was just on the tip of his tongue, he just needed to--

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh.

A newfound spark lit in Macaque's eyes, and the Monkey King froze on the spot. The idiot was absolutely not going to tell MK. He knew this. He knew Wukong knew this.

So, with all the grace and care of a long-dead advisor, he leaned forward, tails intertwining. "Look. I get it. It's embarrassing."

Aaand three.

Wukong's cheeks flared again, pouting. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Two.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that." Despite his smirk, an ink black tail gave its ginger counterpart a small squeeze. "You gotta admit at some point  that you have friends now– no one’s gonna judge you. Diyu knows they’ll actually like you more if you let down your guard for like, what, five seconds?"

It was easy to spill his own guts like this. After all, your performance can be pretty believable when your script comes from the heart.

An old friend’s face practically blended with his face markings. "Nope, no way! I’m the Monkey King, I don’t have flaws!"

"Don’t have flaws? Or can’t have flaws? Oh my, is the great king worried the kids might not like it when you don't act like a god 24/7?"

One--

Wukong's eye twitched. "Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! I'm fi--hic!"

The Monkey King slapped a paw over his mouth just as MK paused the game, gasping at the flower crown that blossomed around his headband.

"Whoa!"

"Oooh." Mei felt a silky petal between her fingers, "Pretty!"

"Busted." Macaque sang, wheezing at a sharp smack to the ribs.

Worth it.

"Monkey King!" MK flapped his hands excitedly, "You can make flowers?!"

"'Course he can." Macaque cooed teasingly, pinching a still-burning cheek. He relished  the heat between his claws. "He's a perfect, all-powerful deity. Isn't that right, Wukong?"

"Oh, be qui-- hic!-- quiet." He squeaked mid-lecture, freezing up as a small daisy popped on Mei's jacket collar.

"Awww!" She gushed, "You make flowers when you hiccup? That's so cute!"

"I do n-- hic! not!" The flush spread to the stone monkey’s ears as a small arrangement peppered his coat.

"Yyyep." Macaque snickered, plucking a flower from Wukong's tail, earning a yelp. "Flustered or embarrassed and you get a whole garden. Especially for the people he cares abou-- mmph!" A tail wraps around his mouth, smugly meeting an angry glare. Bite completely defanged as he hiccuped again, flowers spreading across the carpet.

"Will you shut up-- ow! You bit me!" Wukong hissed, pulling away to rub at the offending bite mark.

"I dunno what you're so freaked out over. It looks like your little fanboy doesn't seem to mind." The raven-furred monkey hummed thoughtfully, gaze flicking to their audience.

MK stuck out his tongue in concentration as he braided a few into Mei's bushy pigtails. In return she started weaving a flower crown on her lap. "Two headbands are better than one, right?"

Wukong spluttered, eyes wide. He quickly stood up. "I-I. I'll be right back!" Footsteps padded into the kitchen. Macaque's ear twitched as a hiccup traveled through the thin walls, and Mei giggled as a bouquet filled her pockets.

Hearing the squeak of a faucet, Macaque rolled his eyes, hauling himself upwards. He strolled lazily into the kitchen, leaning against the frame. “Water won't help, dumbass. The only cure is telling MK and Mei why you've got ‘em."

Wukong simply stared his warped mirror down, chugging the drink like it was the last drop of water in a desert.

"It's your funeral." Macaque shrugged, earning a pained wince in return. "...Still too soon?"

All at once, the golden flame seemed to flicker and shrink again, and Sun Wukong stared tiredly into the half-empty cup.

Liu’er Mihou didn't like it when he was silent. He HATED when he was silent. The room suddenly felt a little colder, and a shiver ran up his spine. He pried the cup from a shaky grip, replacing it with a gentle paw. He wondered if it would break into pieces if he made any sudden moves.

"Peaches." Mihou took a breath. "I used to blame you for my death. Now I'm questioning...a lot. You don't have to forgive yourself right away. Buddha knows I would. But give me some credit. The wound's still healing, but if you're willing to be patient for once, let me sort my own shit out." He moved his free claws to his partner's fur, scratching gently at the scalp. "And while you wait, you can do me a favor too and stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Deal?"

Sun Wukong swallowed. He opened his mouth to reply-- interrupted by a squeaky hiccup. A flower crown wrapped around Macaque's head, looping over his ears. Hanging around four more that were invisibly fanned out, flicking at the warm sensation.

"Sorry! Sorry, I-I. I couldn't control-- hic! couldn't control it and-- hey! Stop-- hic! stop laughing!"

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanfic #@lunar-wandering #@princen-monkie

[neverevan]

Re: Buck's loft decor - they kind of established that his designer /artist girlfriend (Ali) designed the place or at least had a heavy hand in picking things out.

Yeah I can give credit for most of the furniture to Ali, but that's about it. But thank you for this ask, because it made me go down the rabbit hole, so here are the details of Buck's loft in regards to what Ali had influence on and everything that changed since.

So this is the scene immediately before she broke up with Buck and just around the time Buck moved in. Seemingly the pictures by the door aren't there yet, nor are the baskets and the pictures on the shelf by his bed (see later pics), it's very much the bare minimum, right? Furniture, kitchen appliances, TV, some rugs and blankets.

The next time we see the loft is in season 3 when Eddie comes to help Buck pull himself together. If you look at the shelf you have some baskets and pictures there that are pretty distinctive and were not there when Ali dropped him off. Obviously people will have stuff on their shelves in their homes, that's not my point here. But look at the basket and the little box beside it... Whatever's inside, it sure as hell looks decorative to me.

Then moving onto the covid era. There are pictures by the door, but also a new dining table. (The one that was presumably picked by Ali was round.) The rug in the kitchen seems new too.

As far as I could tell this is the first time we see this plant, but I admit I might be wrong about that, because we don't exactly see this corner when Ali breaks up with Buck.

Then going forward with the other small stuff from later seasons (before and after Taylor moved in).

Look at the plant and the baskets on the dining table (you can see them on most pics actually). Clearly decorative.

And then there's the fruit bowl. Again, not trying to generalise one bit, but how many cishet guys do you know who live alone and have a fruit bowl? (Same guy "who's idea about healthy food is a side salad" apparently.)

I also honestly doubt that the gloves and the apron are coming from Ali either, but I'm willing to write them up to Maddie or Taylor (except these are colours we see Buck wear regularly when off duty).

This one is just for my amusement, because look at all those spices! (Actually I will point back to this in a minute.)

And finally this picture to talk about the cleanliness.

That is a hell of a light coloured kitchen furniture. Do you know how hard it is to keep something like that clean? (Unfortunately I do, from experience.) Especially when you're a guy who regularly cooks and bakes and not just easy meals, but like very elaborate recipes, admittedly even trying them out 3 times before even serving it to anyone.

But this is my main point: This is not a real flat. This is not a real kitchen. This is a set.

The set designers' job is to create a set that corresponds to the story and the characters interacting in it (while you also have someone on set who pays attention to continuity with objects and stuff, but sometimes you still end up with Starbucks cups on a medieval set, whoops), their job also includes adding tear, wear, dirt and grime accordingly to the usage of certain places and objects.

Of course, it's more than possible that they never really thought about it from this angle, they just wanted the set to look warmer when filming scenes in it and having it clean for continuity purposes.

All that being said, within the show this is Buck's place and someone's home tells you a lot about the person. So, regardless of it being intentional in most cases, this loft and the items in it aren't exactly what you'd normally find in a bachelor's pad. (Nor do I think someone could afford a place like that alone in LA, but that's an entirely different topic.)

#evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 #911 fox #anon #ask #I've really gone deep with this one #but remember these are just musings I'm not working on the show lmao #don't have to agree but that won't change my opinions #my stuff

[slashersgirlypop]

Grilled Cheese Chapter 10

TW: SCAR MENTION

(Sept 2nd, 1978)

            As night approached, I finishing up fixing Michael’s suit. He was still gone, which was surprising. I mean, he was somewhere, doing God knows what in my brother’s shirt and boxers.

            I had the news on and was watching the channel, to see if there have been any reports or updates on the situation. I jumped, hearing the door open and Michael walk in.

            “H-Hi! Welcome back from whatever you were doing!” I called out, briefly glancing at him. His, uh, friend was no longer eager to greet the day, but it was still prominent despite not being so “happy”.

            “Are you hungry?” I asked, working on the last stitch. It took me longer than I thought because not only were there a lot of holes, but I always accidentally cut the thread too short, not to mention how many times I accidentally prodded myself with the thing.

            I felt him behind me, so I looked up at him with a smile.

            “Hey, almost done with your suit, just need to finish this last hole,” I said, before glancing down at his chest, where I could see the bumps on his chest from where the wounds were. I wonder if he had those bullets out or at least attempted to heal his wounds. Would he give me some sort of freedom back rather than being forced to stay in the same room as him until its “time to sleep” if I helped him?

            “Alright, done. Here you go!” Holding it up to him, I watched as he took it, assessing the stitches before walking to the bathroom, closing the door.

            “You’re welcome, I guess,” I muttered to myself. I got up to feed Miss Petunia, who was crying in the kitchen to be fed.

            By the time I was done, I saw Michael, in his suit, standing in in front of the television. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I knew he was watching it with his odd intensity. I walked up next to him, curious at what caught his attention.

            It was still on the news channel. They were interviewing some guy named Dr. Samuel Loomis.

            “…Michael Myers is a menace and should be avoided at all costs. He’s been in my care for fifteen years, and I can tell you there is nothing but the devil in that monster’s eyes. Nothing I could do could cure the evil in him. In all my years of being a psychologist, I have never known cruelty and devastation like him. If you see him, run and hide, before he hurts you. Once you are in a safe place, please, call the police. There is no reasoning with this demon, only death.” He spoke to the press. I frowned.

            I mean, yes, Michael did hurt me and did show his cruelty when I first met him, but he also showed some form of concern, especially after he punished me. Not that I’m defending him or anything.

            I glanced down, seeing Michael’s knuckles tighten to a bony white.

            “Do you know him?’ I asked, my eyes drifting to his face. He said nothing, the only sound coming from him being his heavy breathing. He turned abruptly, stomping over to the couch and grabbing the remote, forcing it into my hands. He then pointed to the TV.

            “Um, do you want me to change the channel?” When he just pointed again, I hurriedly switched the channel, turning it to some show. It was some show with Dick van Dyke.

            “So, um, are you hungry?” I asked, and he exhaled, walking over to the kitchen table, sitting down.

            I decided to make him a nice grilled cheese sandwich. He seemed like he needed some sort of comfort. Cutting it in half, I put it on his plate, along with some fruit from the fridge.

            I placed it in front of him. Before I could walk away to make my dinner, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

            “Is everything alright, uh, Michael?” I tried, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at me using his name. He said nothing, before slowly letting my wrist go, shaking his head. Then, he pointed to the laundry room. I sighed.

            “I mean, can I make myself dinner first?” He shook his head, only pointing again at the laundry room. I put my hands up in defeat, walking in the room and closing the door.

            I heard him take the mask off and place it on the table, picking up his sandwich.

            I blew a raspberry. I can’t help but wonder why he refuse to share his face. And why the hell did that Dr. Loomis guy seemed to strike a chord within him?

            After he ate, he let me out of the laundry room. I was surprised when he offered me the other half of his sandwich. This really contradicts what that Loomis guy said.

            “Thank you…”

            After I ate, we sat down in front of the couch, watching the couple on the screen. Miss Petunia jumped onto the sofa at one point. She climbed on my lap, purring as she gently butted her head against my chin. I gave her a kiss on her soft little forehead, stroking her fur affectionately. She crawled across my lap into Michael’s, chirping at the man. She then rubbed her head along his chest, to which I noticed he tensed slightly.

            ‘I bet his wounds are still hurting him…’

            “I think I have a first aid kit in my room with, uh, gauze and medical shit in it. I can try to help you with your bullet holes, if you want?” He turned his head to me, slowly nodding once after a heavy pause.

            After grabbing the kit and heading back downstairs, I smiled at him kindly.

            “Alright, take off the top part of your suit.” He didn’t move. I sighed, raising my eyebrow.

            “Mikey, I can’t help you if I can’t see the wounds,” I said. After another hesitation, he unzipped the front of his suit, opening it up and leaving his lower half in the uniform.

            Okay, did they have a frickin’ gym at the penitentiary or something? His chest was muscular, riddled with muscles. He also had some scars on his chest. Aside from the bullet holes that needed serious attention, I noticed he had what looked like poorly healed wounds, from something that repeatedly hit him.

            His bullet wounds looked bad, though. Very, very bad. One of them looked like it was in the onset of becoming severely infected.

            I pulled up a chair from the kitchen and put it in the family room so he could be able to still watch the television while I worked on him. He sat down on the chair, and I got to work. I suddenly was very grateful for the first-aid class my brother forced me to take. I sterilized my tweezers, wishing I did have some better tools for this.

            “Alright, Mikey. I’m not gonna lie, this will hurt. But I promise, it will help and is much better than getting an infection, okay?” He merely nodded. I sighed, glancing at his chest. I gently and slowly pushed the tweezers into one of the holes, trying to fight off the inner nausea I felt inside me. He tensed as I managed to grab onto the bullet.

            “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how bad this hurts, I’m so sorry,” I told him, wincing in sympathy as I pulled out the bullet. As it finally pulled out with a gross squelch, he seemed to relax, letting out a breath. I quickly stuffed some gauze over the wound, stopping the blood flow.

            After that, I worked in silence, concentrating on pulling out the bullets and stopping him from dying from blood loss.

            “Um, I realized, I know your name, but you don’t know mine. I’m (Y/N), and that,” I motioned to the kitty on the couch, “is Miss Petunia. Normally she doesn’t really warm up to strangers very fast, especially if they are staying so long. I mean, it took her five days to get used to me and a week for Mr. Steinberg.”

            He said nothing, as he normally did. I sighed, refocusing my attention on his last wound. I began to work on cleaning one of the more badly infected wounds. Ten minutes later, I finished and I sat back on my heels, tilting my head at the masked shirtless man curiously.

            “How come you’re so reluctant to show your face?” Nothing.

            “Do you have like a nasty scar or something? Horribly disfigured?” Still nothing.

            “I noticed the other day that your eye looked hurt. Did you cut your eye? I can h-” as I reached up to grab his mask, he caught my wrist. I gasped in shock as he then grabbed my throat, tightening his hold.

            “Hck! I-I’m sorry! I’m so so-sorry!” I choked out, grabbing his wrist and scratching for him to let go. He said nothing, pulling my face in closer to him. He was so close, the nose of his mask practically brushed against mine. All I could see were his eyes glaring at me through his mask’s holes. Then, he let me go, letting me fall onto the carpet, gently holding my throat.

            As I knelt on the carpet, slowly regaining my breath, I couldn’t help but wonder why he refused to show his face.

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Hi Hi!!! Thank you all for your patience once again! I hope you had a wonderful new year day! I watched the second avatar today and lemme just say I am a whore for the navi. WHY ARE THE MEN AND WOMEN SO FINE??? BTW we hate hate HATE Dr. Loomis in this home. I fuckin despise him and he's a disgrace to psychology. Bye, my fellow slasher sluts~~~

#halloween 1978 #michael myers #slasher #yandere michael myers #yandere michael myers x reader #hostage reader

[hufflepuffplums]

A Meeting To Another World

summary: another long day for you, but somethings are left out for you

Warnings: none? (I think?)

Authors note: Chapter 3! Sorry this took a while! Again. Life has it's way to creep up on you. Everyone is probably done with me apologizing all the time, but at least it's out finally!! (Sorry if it's a slow starting story, it will pick up and be a little crazy!)

When you woke up the warmth you felt all night was gone. You turned over and placed your hand on the empty space next to you. Michael was gone, it was like he was never there. 'It would make sense he wouldn't stay.' The air was cold, making you miss his warmth. 

On that note you got up and changed into a cute flowy black dress with pockets and some fuzzy black slippers you found in your room. 'Hmm, those weren't there before?' You shook off the thought and went to the bathroom. Your toiletries in hand.

You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and brushed you hair, a list you would check off every morning when you left your room. The bathroom was in colors of gery, it was quite nice. With that you went downstairs and into the kitchen.

No one was there. Yet again, you were alone. It made you think of the times you would wake up before your family sitting in the living room watching TV. Smiling at the thought, you went into the kitchen. On the counter was a tray. On the tray was coffee a bowl full of fruit, and a plate with toast, eggs, and bacon. A spoon and fork was beside it. 'Still warm..' It was weird, food and slippers were out for you in the morning.

Did Michael do that for you? 'Of course, idiot. There's no one else here! Or is there?' You joked with yourself, of course no one else is there. It was only you, and Michael. You felt weird thinking and saying that. You live with, what should be, a fictional character. And you live in, what should be, a fictional world. It still feels like a dream you made up. But if it was a dream you would have woken up by now. Right?

You took your breakfast and coffee to make your way to the living room, still thinking of the thought. The living room was spacious and the color scheme was blue, white and grey. Not at all what you expected. In your mind you imagined colors of red and black to cover the walls and furniture. 

You ate your breakfast watching whatever nonsense show you could find to fill the silence of the house completely. The food tasted like heaven on earth the first bite, everything was made to perfection and the coffee wasn't half bad either. You drank every last drop and ate every piece of your breakfast filled with temporary satisfaction throughout your being. But the satisfaction didn't last, you felt lonely and bored again. No show or movie you watched on the air peaked your interest and fill the void.

'Was this what everyday will feel like?' It made you think, why did he bring you here if he was just going to be gone most of the time? It was selfish to think like that since it was only your first day, but that doesn't change how it felt. 

After another mindlessly boring episode of whatever was on was done you got up to explore your new home. You already explored downstairs so you went upstairs. Other than your room and the bathroom there were three other rooms, one being Michael's. 

The first room you went into was the door right in front of your own. In said room was a study, the walls on either side of the room were covered with bookshelves. The wall adjacent to you had only a painting of the four horsemen, and a desk was near the back of the room, on the desk was a computer and a lamp. A carpet of red, brown, and black was in front of the desk. The color scheme of this room was darker and more warm tones were added. It was different from the lightly colored rooms you've seen in the house, not that you minded. It was comforting almost, and added to Michael's style well. 

The next room was locked. Which was strange. The only room he said not to go in was his own. But then why was this one locked? Not that it mattered much to you, but it was strange.

The only room left was, what you assumed, Michael's room. Michael's door was darker than the rest. It drew you close, but you didn't want to disregard the one rule Michael had. Even if it was tempting. Not that he would know either, or would he?

You dismissed the thought and went to your room to retrieve your phone, making your way downstairs. On your phone you looked at your contacts. Looking at the names of the people you loved. Most of them were your family. You kept the conversations of the ones that were gone, too grieved to delete the numbers from your contacts. You didn't realize you were crying until a tear fell onto your phone. You let yourself cry. It seems like that's all you can do now. You felt weak for crying so much. It's not like that'll bring them back.

Even if they were alive you can't see them now. You were in another world, another universe, and another place in time. 

********

A couple of hours had passed and there was still no sign of Michael. Not that he had to come back, but it did worry you. It was getting dark and the street lights had just turned on. Rain drops just started to hit the ground, you could hear them hit the window in the living room.

The front door unlocked and Your ears perked up. Looking over the couch to see Michael walk through the door and up the stairs. His umbrella was carelessly placed by the door.

You followed him, not knowing why but you wanted to see him. You needed to.

 Up the stairs Michael was heading towards his room. Opening the door slightly before closing it behind him. You were about to go downstairs when he came out with a computer and went into the study.

You followed and stood in the middle of the room. At that point Michael finally noticed you and put his computer down.

"Angel, why are you just standing there? Is there something you need?" He asked sweetly. A part of you melted when he called you that, another part of you was unimpressed by the sentiment. ''What?' Questioning yourself at why that poped into your head.

"Uh, I um.. wanted to.."You couldn't find the right words, not that you knew why you wanted to see him in the first place. You played with the bottom of your dress, not meeting Michael's eyes.

"Do you want to sit next to me?" Michael suggested, motioning to the empty place next to him.

Nodding to his suggestion he flicked his wrist and a chair appeared beside him. Michael moved over giving you room to sit down. It still astonished you that he could do that. You grabbed a book and feebly sat down next to him and your phone out of your dress pocket to play your favorite Playlist. With that you finally started reading your book.

Under Michael's demeanor he was quite pleased and surprised that you wished to be near him. It felt nice to be in someone else's presence instead of being alone. He glanced in your direction before getting to work, typing away.

The book you picked out was quite interesting to you, falling in love with death. Being the only person he could touch. At first not loving him but hating him, while he loved you already. It drew you in, sympathizing with death. He's been alone all this time. You also sympathized with the girl. Everyone she loved died. Halfway through the book already. your eyes felt heavy and it was getting hard to focus.

You placed your book gently on the table and rested your head on your arms. taking a headphone out and turning your music down. It was comforting to hear the quiet sound of clicking that came from Michael's computer as he typed. The sound slowly disappeared from your ears as you drifted off to sleep.

A couple minutes turned to a couple hours as Michael continued the documents he needed for the end of the world. It was quite tiring and stressful. Michael leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. After a few seconds which felt like a few minutes Michael leaned forward, placing his elbows one his knees and rubbing his eyes. Michael kept his hand there for a while as his mind raced. He had to meet the two Crackheads tomorrow and finish the documents, among other things.

Michael sighed looking up at the books to the right of him, so many titles that meant nothing to him. Most things were nothing to him. Except her. Michael looked at you, you looked so much like her. Only thing was that you weren't her, he knew you weren't. Sometimes he could pretend you were, like this morning. He pretended you were her, but it felt wrong pretending you were. You were your own person. He could see that, clear as day.

Michael noticed you were sleeping, your breathing patterns were deeper, and your heartbeat was slow and steady. Soft snores came from you, making Michael smile. You looked so peaceful, one headphone not in your ear. He could hear your music, west coast by Lana Del Ray was playing quietly. Michael almost didn't want to disturb you, but he wouldn't leave you to sleep in the study.

Michael rose from his chair, rounded the desk and took your headphone out of your other ear. turning off your music and put your phone into his pocket. He tucked his left hand under your knee and lifted you gently into his arms, his right arm supporting your back. Your head lulled to his shoulder as you made a slight noise. He paused to make sure he didn't wake you before opening the door with his powers. Crossing the hallway to your room.

You woke up slightly when he opened your door. Too drowsy to open your eyes you felt him place you on what you assumed was your bed. Gently draping the blanket over your form. Before he left, he leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Goodnight angel," Michael whispered, leaving and closing the door silently behind him.

You fell asleep right afterwards, sleep taking over you before you could process what he did.

#ahs #michael langdon #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #apocalypse #michael langdon x you

[demonicdragoncat]

Vampires: a rant

So I've been thinking about vampires lately. I'm writing a story that involves them, so I'm doing research to see what exactly I want for the lore of this world and how vampires function in it. I may post a thing chronicling everything when I think I have things down. But as I'm examining different portrayals of vampires in folklore and media, there is one thing that is really bothering me: vampires should be able to excrete waste.

I know this sounds absurd and crude, but seriously think about it. Really think about it. They should, and yet they really don't in most depictions or they just don't mention it at all. And I can understand why you would when writing a story. It's not really an important detail and is pretty gross to include, unless you want to go all in on worldbuilding your story. But regardless, vampire should have to use the bathroom. And a big reason why I believe this is because of the creature that shares their name: the vampire bat.

Vampire bats consume blood just like everyone knows. But these bats do poop like other bats that eat insects and fruit. And other hematophagous creature excrete waste as well. And humans who consume blood as food will obviously have to use the bathroom after it's digested, although I will admit that foods with blood are often only partially composed of blood and have other foodstuff in it. But still. It is in the laws of nature that when an organism consumed something, it uses whatever nutrients are in there to the best of its ability and then gets rid of the waste. For as powerful vampires are and having all those cool abilities, I doubt that they have the ability to completely use up consumed blood and everything in the blood.

I even found this nifty video on what the biology of a vampire would entail and how the transformation would occur and the narrator did say that vampires would have the need to excrete waste from the blood the consumed. I won't go into full detail as what was said, but the narrator said that when consuming blood, the vampire would need to dispose of the excess nitrogen gotten through the consumption of blood through urination.

Now I'm not saying that this is something to be hyper focused on, but it is definitely something that I think should be thought about more. Vampires have this glamourous image of being so perfect and powerful and beyond humanity that I think it's interesting to think that they still would have to deal with one of the most mundane but necessary parts of being alive.

And while I would ordinarily end a rant here, there is still one more thing I'd like to talk about but this time it applies to a very specific vampire media. I had never heard of this anywhere else so I assume it is something that the creators made up for their work but it really bothers me.

So I've never seen anything What We Do in the Shadows. Neither the movie or the tv show. But I've been reading this fic on AO3 called Superb Owls & Other Oddities by wrongpedaldamnit. For context, it's a The Owl House fic that takes place in the world of What We Do in the Shadows. I recommend it if you like The Owl House and What We Do in the Shadows. But I'm not here to talk about the fic and the things that happen in it (that's for another rant), I'm here to talk about the transformation process into a vampire.

Basically, what wrongpedaldamnit's fics say is that when a human is turning into a vampire, they will vomit up their entire digestive system. There isn't much detail put into what organs exactly exit the body, but for this thought experiment, let's just stick with just the gastrointestinal tract (esophagus, stomach, and intestines) and ignore the pancreas, liver, and gallbladder (we will come back to these organs).

I will say that this is an interesting aspect of the vampiric transformation that I haven't seen before. My problem with it is that it seriously confuses me on so many levels. So these vampires are drinking blood right? Where the heck is the blood supposed to go if you are missing the majority of the organs in your abdomen? When food is consumed by humans, it travels down the esophagus and into the stomach to be digested. It then travels through the intestines to be broken down further and extract all the nutrients the body possibly can. Eventually, the waste exits the body. Simple.

But how are vampires supposed to process the blood they've consumed if the have no GI tract? Some lines in the fic imply that while a vampire could swallow normal food, it would just sit there inside of them and not be processed due to not having a digestive system and that makes sense. But how does that work with the blood they are constantly consuming? Does the blood go down their throat and and just spill into the empty void in their torso where all the organs used to be? Does it slowly get absorbed into the body and if it did, how would it do that? Would the other organs I mentioned (liver, pancreas, gallbladder) just be swimming in a soup of blood? Would a vampire be able to feel the blood sloshing around inside them with an even greater degree of motion than a human? I feel like that would cause nausea. Ugh.

And then there's the whole deal with vampires being able to get drunk and high. In order to do so, they have to drink the blood of a drunk or high person, which raises its own series of questions like: How do vampires get a hold of such blood in their clubs and bars? Do they just capture and give humans the substances that would make them drunk or high? Do they drain them of all their blood once they are in an intoxicated state? How do they drain them, like do they use an IV or string them up and let the blood drip out? There's so much that I want answered. But back to the subject at hand.

In humans, alcohol and drugs are metabolized mostly in the liver and then absorbed into the bloodstream. So does the same happen for vampires? If we assume that this world's vampires don't vomit up the liver (side note: this seems incredibly unlikely considering the liver is connected to the GI tract), would the blood infused with the chemical substances be processed in the liver and then spread to the rest of the body? This seems so, but the liver isn't the only place that alcohol and drugs are metabolized. If consumed, they can also be processed in parts of the GI tract, which we know that these vampires don't have. So it would only have to be done in the liver.

But what if they had absolutely none of the organs that do anything for digestion? So no liver? Then how are the vampires processing drunk and/or high people blood? Wouldn't it just sit and slosh around in them the same way the sober blood does? And if the vampires are able to absorb the blood into their bodies through some mystical means, I doubt it would be as potent as the actual substance and a vampire would have to drink a lot of drunk person blood to get hammered.

First because I doubt that the absorption means would be nearly as efficient as a plan old digestive system and second, the blood would be diluting it. Remember, they are drinking a person's blood with a high blood alcohol content or high drug content, not consuming the alcohol or the drug itself. It would be like drinking a watered down alcoholic, like a wine cooler. You can get drunk off it but it'll take a lot more than just straight wine.

I really don't know. I need to ask someone who knows more about What We Do in the Shadows to get their opinion and ask them if the show or the movie has ever addressed any of the issues that I have pondered here. Anyway, this is getting long so I think I'll cap it here.

TLDR: Vampires should have to need to use the bathroom and What We Do in the Shadows vampires having no digestive system makes no sense.

If you have any opinions, let me know. I'd love to discuss with you. Thanks for reading!

Wait what about the kidneys and bladder? Are those still in the bod-

#vampire #biology #what we do in the shadows #worldbuilding #digestivetract #can someone please explain #does what we do in the shadows address this at all #i don't remember the name of the video i'll find it later

[thestrandedrpg]

News travels through the air on the island like salt on a sea breeze. Here is the gossip currently circulating as of November 11, 2022. Read on below the cut!

GENERAL NEWS / NOTICES:

NOTICE: Esther Achebe is no longer residing in the Fisher’s Hut. If you want this prime piece of real estate to yourself, it’s all yours! Contact Seamus Hayes at 1-800-FISH-HUTS.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I am circulating a petition to get Esther back on the New Council! (Silver Trio? The Hardy Regime and sometimes Seamus? IDK) and Seamus said it could happen if I got 100 signatures. I think he didn’t take me seriously because we don’t even have 100 people on this island let alone enough paper for 100 signatures (and also Esther killed Matthew I guess) but you know what? FUCK Seamus! Murder is TOTALLY OKAY! I currently have like 10 signatures. Fake names ARE allowed. What are they gonna do, check? We’ll just say the fake names are tooootally real people, they're just still stuck in the Labyrinth and that’s what we’re sensitive about! Come find me and add your name to spite Seamus TODAY! APPLICANTS WANTED: Folks, this island’s drama is always life or death. Like a whole ocean going poof? Or a Beast coming out to try to get us incinerated? That isn’t fun at all! So I’m looking to bring in some fun drama by starting the acclaimed TV show (minus the TV) The Bachelor: Meridium Edition! I will be the Bachelor since a disproportionate number of people here seem to think known murderer Emre Akbar is their only option for a good lay and who better to show them they’re wrong than me? If you would like to be a suitor, let me know! ADDENDUM TO APPLICANTS WANTED: Is it just me or does this handwriting look suspiciously similar to whoever wanted to make himself the King of Meridium and make Aurélie Queen? ADDENDUM TO APPLICANTS WANTED: I want Sisco to be the Bachelor :( It would be funnier than whatever this is CASTING CALL: CASTING FERDINAND MAGELLAN IN “A FISH OUT OF WATER,” an interactive musical thriller from the minds of Dawn&Dawner, based on the life of Lapu-Lapu, the first Filipino hero. Must look Portuguese. Mid-30s to mid-40s male preferred. Tomas or Joaquin, please contact Kang Sae-byeok or Alex Liwayway Woo for more information.

INTRAMURALS: Kang Sae-byeok knows everything there is to know about basketball inexplicably and has put together an exhibition tournament, Meridium's first-ever! At least she tried to; numerous newer residents kept asking her how to cut an umbrella out of dalgona and if they would have to play marbles. Said disappointed point guard Jupiter George: "I never even got the chance to say 'put me in, coach'! All my hoop dreams down the drain." Asked for comment on this disappointing development, Kang Sae-byeok was heard to simply murmur, "Whoa."

SEEKING: Someone with no adversity to water and two (2!) working hands to help set up lagoon water lanterns along the edges of The Bridge. Must also be willing to tolerate a fair amount of cursing. It won’t be directed at you but it sure will be directed.

AUDITION SIGN-UP!  Plans for a South Beach talent show are underway!  If you have a fun, theatrical, or engaging skill to show off, sign up for the auditions!  (Disclaimer: auditions are a formality, everyone's going on the roster.  Seriously, we're desperate for some light entertainment).   Talents can include by are not limited to: -  Birdcall whistles - One-woman acts to ensure all the attention - Freaky birdcall whistles that sound unnervingly like screams - Accidentally summoning a spirit in the middle of a harmless card trick with yo momma - Spooky-cute reading of Wren's fanfic (we know she has them written in her head) - Dramatic retelling of Kenzie Royal's life - Live dermal procedure: popping and draining an underarm cyst - Loud, slightly awkward refusal to play the piano - Folksong performance outshined by previous crippling inability to play the piano- 20-minute chanting hymn to put everyone to sleep (bring your rotten fruit to throw)

REVIEW: The new pamphlet titled “The Agricultural Revolution for Dummies” received fifty-six total power claps from Flora Hardy.

WANTED:  Fresh, tasty mead!  This is NOT an impossible request.  If that bumbling beekeeper and that mousy distiller can actually get their act together, I'm positive this island would be overflowing with MEAD.  What's the hold up!  Stop being cowards, one of you ask the other on a date.  Hold hands, talk things out, give it another try!   Make each other a nice dinner, maybe candlelight and some light music.  Set the mood, you two!  Haven't either of you heard of courting?  I can't believe I have to solve your issues just to get some good delicious mead around here!  

EVENT: Upcoming two-weekend seminar to be held on: Meridium Survival Tips: What, Like it's Hard? Tips will centre around issues of food, shelter, and of course that general feeling of 'what the fuck is going on and why'.  Survival cannot be done alone.  Students will attend a general lecture in the first weekend, followed by a track the second weekend that is specific to your survival specialization.  Each specialization taught by three unique weirdos/outcasts who always seem to make it out alive with a chill alomb. Track one: creepy Kang Sae-byeok.   Track two: indifferent Kaz Raval.   Track three: unfriendly Sandra Barrow.   Be prepared for condescension, a semi-hostile unwillingness to teach, and a lot of enigmatic or bitingly clever quips guaranteed to go over your head.   NOTE: your specialists might troll you.  This is a test to read between their lines.  Follow their every action and word to the letter. Seats limited! Register now!

NOTICE: Have you ever realized how messed up you are psychologically? Do you want to talk about it with a professional who will keep your secrets close to her heart while also giving you impeccable, thought-provoking advice? Then come spill—I mean consult noted therapist Lina Delgado. Lina was a licensed therapist before she came to Meridium and is more than willing to take the time to listen to your gossip, I mean problems! FWB fuck your dad? Jealous of your BFF? Marriage issues with your (ostensibly) beloved spouse? Abandonment issues because Mummy didn’t want you anymore or never liked you in the first place?* Dr. Lina is willing to talk out ALL of these issues with you! Schedule an appointment today! * All examples are fictional scenarios and any correlation to real-world events are coincidental

REGRETS: Ms. Tamyra Williams, in an unfortunate mishap, was startled by a yet-unidentified species of squid while she was taking a mid-afternoon swim. The squid, in what was clearly a targeted attack (Ms. Williams is conducting an investigation into the possibilities of squid-training), squirted a viscous dark blue ink all over Ms. Williams. The regret is that her pale yellow bikini in a perfectly flattering shade has been ruined, and nobody will be blessed by seeing her in it anymore.

ANNOUNCEMENT: The kimchi rotation is as follows. Monday - cabbage Tuesday - cucumber Wednesday - green mango Thursday- watermelon rind Friday - green papaya Saturday - carrot Sunday - tomato The wait list is now open. You will be eating with Sae-byeok unless Haneul is already there. It’s fine if you don’t talk. If you talk, make it good. If it’s good, you will be given access to the flavored milk rotation.

NOTICE: DO NOT, under any circumstances, approach the smokehouse on the Lower Farm without prior explicit approval and consent and a special sewn-together leaf badge!! There's no reason for this it's just that Kaz doesn't like interlopers. Or go bother him we're not your mother, sheesh. SPEED DATING! Lonely?  Looking for companionship or just someone to hang out with?  Drinking tonnes of tea but having no swipes on island tindr?  Come for a night of speed-dating!  We all know this outdated ritual, still dragged out by romcoms to show the desperation of the protagonist's singlehood.  Meet other hot Meridium singles in your neighbourhood (South Beach has got neighbourhoods now, that's right.) and take five minutes to know each other before moving onto the next potential love!  Be prepared to meet strangers, friends, frenemies, and enemies in a new light: the humiliating vulnerability of a five-minute date.   So what if this guy gut-punched you earlier this year? He looks so nervous and cute in his bowtie now!  So what if this lady stole your water during the drought?  She got her hair in an updo for this night! Can't make this month's dating event?  Next month will be: blind dates!  You'll be forcibly paired with someone for two conscripted hours of faked cheer!  We can't wait to see you there!

EDUCATIONAL EVENT: The older people on Meridium are sick of the blatant ignorance of everyone who's below some arbitrary age, let's say 32. In their boundless wisdom they have put together a chapbook of information, slang, and recipes that younguns should know for their own damn good! Some excerpts: - "dimanche tabernac: this is a slang but do not ever say this! Its meaning is so terrible I dare not even say it aloud, or put it down, or sign it to you. In fact please retract this entry por favor. You're retracting it, yes? It's gone? Gracias. It would be a true nightmare to know I have released this into the world. I must lie down now" - "If for some godforsaken reason you've decided to process bitter cassava then you need to, obviously, observe either the soaking method for the correct amount of time, or paste-drying, or else construct a long sleeve of tightly-woven palm leaves to extract the starch, or cook the syrup for no less than forty hours, this is all self-evident but I know you won't do it right so enjoy your cyanide poisoning" - "when you are attempting to extract information from a member of your preferred ... you know what I am saying. No, I will not elaborate. Such a foul mind you have to want me to say more! Sacre bleu I will not continue if all you require is filth!" Chapbooks are available at the little pond where there's that fish who sometimes spits at people. We do not anticipate running out anytime soon so visit at your leisure.

FOUND: A professional manicurist's case of twenty-four (24) assorted colours of unopened OPI nailpolishes. No need to try and claim them, I just wanted to boast about it. They're mine and I'm not sharing, bitchezzz! - Alex L. Woo

REGRETS: A cave flooded near The Bridge. Like, big time. Good news: Nice, fresh mud for self-care purposes! (May have fresh bone chips in it! So good for exfoliating!) Bad news: a bunch of people’s belongings got sucked in there. So... come have a spa day and get your stuff! 

NEEDED: Someone to relay a stack of paper to the hairy 19-year-old Indian-looking boy named Kaz. I do not know where he stays, and I do not care to find out.

Obelisk Eye never closes! We will begin our latest entry with a poem about Meridium’s newest location, The Bridge.

here, and there              within, but without the bridge is a gateway  travel through     lagoons the Labyrinth SEES we sleep,                but we walk things are not what they seem running                        barefoot blood red on the white soles the Labyrinth LAUGHS the bridge, they said, is such                                                         a foolish name why not the way? the path? the portal? the mirror? the Labyrinth CALLS

Thank you to our particularly artistic ObOp for beginning to unpack one of Meridium’s greater mysteries! This week our Obelisk Operatives (ObOps) have observed the following behaviors. So pull out your magnifying glass, write in the sand, and let’s do some sleuthing. - One ObOp spotted Hanan Zakir... climbing? By herself? When asked, Hanan said it was "for fun" despite the obvious risks to life and limb. Note: it didn't look very fun. - Another ObOp has observed that whenever Jovi George doesn’t know what he’s looking at, he simply pokes it. We can’t help but wonder if he has ever hurt his finger doing this. Please do not do it to Our Obelisk. - Flora Hardy appears to be mastering different pitches in her so-called “nonsense words,” which her parents claim are “normal for a baby.” We do not believe that they are truly nonsense. Who could she be communicating with? - There are many mosquitoes beginning to gather in the standing water near The “Bridge”. They also make high-pitched noises, one ObOp noted. Is this who Flora speaks to?

Any other news to report?  Become an ObOp or risk being spied on!  Always remember:

T̶̪͋̓́̂͌̀̾͆͠H̷̺̙̥̟̼̿Ĕ̸̱͇̮̬̄̒̓̍̓̃ ̴̡͕̗͕̱͈̘͛́͋̀̈́̀̚͠͠ͅȎ̶̞̙͈͉͈̙̥͒͒̐̒͜͜B̸̧̪̀̎̃̓̉̌͠͝Ę̴͔͚̰̠͖̠̘͒̌̂͑̓́̓͝L̷̨͇̺̣̜̾̋̊̀̀͜Į̴̛̮͇̭͙̠̣̱̓̏S̴̡̗̦͚̠͖̺͋̉̾K̸͙̜̠̬̟͇͂́̎̀̒̑̇͜͝ͅ ̸̞̗̺͍̥̒̊̊̾̕͝͠͝E̵̯̺̼̤͉͉͆̄̈́́͝Ỹ̷͎̦̟͉̗̞̊͘E̷̖̫̫͂̑̽̋̈́͠ ̸͉͙̥͂̐̈́͛̊͠N̴͈̾͠È̷̬̜̘̘̇̑̈́̍͋͂͌̔͠Ṽ̴̫̰̥͓̱͕͓͆̐̈́Ȩ̸̛̦͈̗̯̘̫͙̇̀̌̾̑͊R̴̼̣̃̈́͊͠ ̸̡̖̝̬̝̊̈̕C̴̰̰̉̄̃̑͒Ļ̶̢̱̬͇̻̈́̔̈́͋̽O̵̼͍͔͂S̴̭͍̆̉͘̕E̶̮͓̯͕̓͌͋̋̉̓S̸̤̞̘͙̘͂̎̎̇̿̽͆̎̊͝

DEAR MS. MERIDIUM

Anonymous islanders are invited to voice their questions, complaints, and compliments to the island itself. Replies are not guaranteed.

Dear Ms. Meridium, I saw that a previous letter was signed by "Fauna Forever Flora Never" and I *can't* be the only one who sees this as a direct foretelling of that weird baby the Hardy-Blums found! Is it a warning? I think it's a warning. We should all be on our guard. - Rosemary's Omen

Dear Ms. Meridium, Listen. Listen. I think The Bridge is really neat. Being able to sit there and watch the Labyrinth do its thing? So cool! Very neat! What’s less cool? The bugs. They are everywhere. Can’t we get a little less buggy? You took the whole ocean away. Surely you can work on a little bit of standing water. I’m going to have to move if this doesn’t let up soon! Itchily, Bug-Be-Gone

Dear Ms. Meridium, That Madi from the farm has a vendetta against me! She put some snails near my train car and now those snails are keeping me up at night. Don't laugh I'm air-attuned so I can hear them slithering around and that gross pop sound when they pull into their shells. I think I'm developing a complex. Madi owes me and I think to make up for this trauma she should come be my wife. Just sayin. - Escargot Home With Me

AO-TREE

TITLE: a long way down (the love below mix) RATING: E for Major Character Death SUMMARY: for the remix challenge. kaz has had enough and alex doesn't know when to stop...but that's what makes it interesting once they figure out they have the same taste in hobbies. soon the whole island will pay the price.

TITLE: girls just wanna have fun RATING: G SUMMARY: lily and teenaged flora get to go on an adventure that isn’t interrupted by disaster. that’s it. that’s the whole plot. i just think these kids have been through too much, okay?! let them have fun!!

TITLE: If I Did It RATING: T AUTHOR: Kang Sae-byeok  SUMMARY: How I would have successfully weaponized a cult following to gain control of South Beach. 

TITLE: programmed to receive RATING: R SUMMARY: an AU of the shining. starring tomas as the drunk writer with a god complex, libby as the plucky wife with a whole closet of overalls, and lily as the creepy yet endearing child at the middle of it all. special guest appearance by joaquin as the kindly and therefore doomed spiritual guide. REDRUM!

TITLE: shere khan-shi RATING: E SUMMARY: emre akbar is the head of the mowgli crime syndicate, but he wants to bring it all down. journalist kang sae-byeok can help, for a price. and that price is his getting her pregnant.

TITLE: madison avenue RATING: T SUMMARY: madi's the newest copywriter at a high-pressure advertising firm, where all her coworkers have much more experience and are absolutely cutthroat. only one person is on her side: aurelie, the cold bitch office manager.

KIDDIE MERIDIUM THEORY CORNER! by Jovi George

The usual organizer of Kiddie Corner recently “nearly drowned” and “isn’t in the mood,” apparently, and I’ve got things to say, so here we go.

1. I think I’ve cracked it. If you want the island to be nice to you, you have to treat it like it’s your crush! Bring it nice things! Invite it on adventures with you! Compliment its abilities! It might intimidate you a little bit, but that’s fair! ... Actually, on second thought, I might be thinking of something else. But I still think that stands!

2. I think there are two Labyrinths. Of course, I’m not even supposed to go into one of them, so I can’t exactly test this out (cough wink cough), but I suspect there’s a kind Labyrinth and a cruel Labyrinth, of sorts. Though maybe it’s just a matter of attitude, like I mentioned above... the more I think about it the more I think I’m right.

3. If we go up somewhere high and put every cell phone that we collected in a circle, we’ve got to be able to AirDrop something to someone. I just need all of your phones. 

4. Is it just me or do the dots on the Fisher’s Map look like they spell out ‘HI’? Maybe I’ve been staring at it too long...

5. There are tunnels under the beaches, yeah? Well who’s to say there aren’t more under the oceans? What if that’s where all of our stuff was kept all that time? And then when the ocean fell through and into the Labyrinth, that’s when they came up? Wait, I’ve drawn a diagram. I’ll attach it below.

6. Actually this is more of a question: how did North Beach people figure out that tea works to stop pregnancies? I’m not trying to use it, I’m just curious. Was it just trial and error? Or did someone sip it and think to themselves, hey, this tastes like my IUD feels? I’m serious! It’s a serious question!

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’ve been notified that these things are “better suited for Ob-Ops.” But I haven’t gotten an invite! I’m not above joining a weird statue cult! I just need you to tell me I’m allowed! And what were you going to do, just leave Kiddie Corner empty? Shoot.

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[badmusejail]

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

◈  ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

mun related 回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

I finally got my cable shut off!!

(They accidentally shut my internet off, too, lmao, so I had to waste an additional three hours calling them back and fixing that.)

But yeah, I mentioned a while ago when this was asked that I don’t really watch too much TV.  Usually mindless entertainment, like adult cartoons, or sometimes game shows.  The Simpsons, Bob’s Burgers, Wipeout, The Weakest Link, those sorts of things.  

◈  ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

Well hell I’ve been wanting to write up some stuff about Ozai so here we go.  

Modern and Pokémon Ozai allow him to be something better than his canon self--not a saint, mind you, but not quite as awful.  This is more true in the latter verse than the former.  

Ozai is, unlike most of my characters, a rather simplistic character.  He’s concerned with bringing honor to his family, and not much else.  He’s very straightforward and blunt about his intentions.

That being said, that doesn’t make him dumb--he certainly can be at times, but he can be a very cunning individual, and most of his knowledge involves the day-to-day running of a country, rather than the political ins-and-outs of leadership.  

Whenever Ozai says something, there’s equal chance that it’s genius or the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard.  The worst part is, he always speaks with such confidence that it can be hard to distinguish which one is which.  This is doubly true in Modern verse where second/third languages come into play--the shit he says can sometimes be so ridiculous that it can bring the entire room / scene to a grinding halt. (ex.  the “free-range nipples” incident.)

Really, it’s best to just agree with whatever he says--even if the best course of action is to completely ignore everything he said as soon as you walk away.  Arguing with him is not very fruitful.   

Compared to Giovanni’s noble villain sort of archetype, Ozai is very much an unfair villain type of archetype.  For example, given a situation where either once has promised to spare your life in exchange for X thing, Giovanni sticks to the spirit of the agreement, letting the person go in exchange for the completed agreement.  On the other hand, Ozai will stick to the letter of the agreement--he may very well spare your life but throw you in prison.  

Ozai typically keeps his fire abilities in all verses.

In Pokémon verse, he has a moltres, which he caught by physically wrestling it into submission and earning its respect.  Being fireproof helped majorly in this affair.  

#starikune #|| ANSWER | message in a bottle. #|| OOC | out of character. #|| OZAI | lord of fire. #|| OZAI | HEADCANON | reborn in flame. #|| SHARED | HEADCANON | pokemon. #|| GIOVANNI | the bad boss. #|| GIOVANNI | HEADCANON | stubborn as the earth with goals as lofty as the sky.

[the-firebird69]

There's a huge huge fact going on it's a f**** fight they're all trying to be me and seems idiots Stan is the head guy but he's almost a clone of me can't help it cuz the others want to use them. And it's ridiculous this idiot is sitting there trying to imitate the voice on TV he doesn't have it quite yet he's doing it to the person who was the demon in other words there was nobody there so manifestation and our sop is to turn them to humans so here comes this idiot I don't know where right now yelling at me tell me I can't see that that says you're an idiot and it's stand and it's the heat of the night it's my show and I'm there listening to those crap I'm looking at a stupid gloves his dumb costume he looks like the guy from Texas chainsaw massacre or whatever that fruit loop movie is is both of them but they're falling apart and they're dead and they're eating people and they think it's scary enough to put on TV it's just gross and people kill them and they're stupid okay they're using the same method and they're not winning battles and they're not winning fights and they just keep doing it it's hard it's horrific they're so dumb. It's like a lizard going back to the same spot and all the lizards died and just keeps doing it and we've seen lizards do it. This a****** dopes with all sorts of stuff and he won't stop and her friend next door is telling them all sorts of stuff go away or else everyone's after you you're getting arrested every day you're getting killed every day by Jason he won't back off him just sit there saying stupid s*** and doing stupid s*** all day most of it's women's stuff. The idiot b**** doesn't get it either you say it right to their face and they don't understand what you're saying think what we're saying is we're going to kill you McAfee for what you're doing with this idiot to our friend here that's what we're saying and you end up blabbing and you feel better and you go off and do it and they kill you. They're finding trumpsters bodies. In a sense as Dan is probably in the middle whichever one he is stupid murders but they kill each other all the time and it's not just one person and they're all doing this stupid crap but really in this case it is Dan and he's a massive a****** and needs attention. So we think the guy playing the sun is Billy z because Dick Tracy's car is on site and he's saying he's investigating but he's causing it and he's probably murdering most of them as it's been found out with Reagan and JFK.

Your son says it they're going to eat their way to the top on Australia and New Zealand and it's the clones and they killed Sarah and it's because he talked she talked to Tommy f he lost his whole life and family and everything to them and they said that they don't have any use for his family they killed his whole clan and it was sizable he said we have to rule from both and they wouldn't listen and the torture this s*** out of him. So they're riding along and Tommy fstard laughing and it was at Otis and sunset what kind of the same situation a little and said yeah and then said I'm not gay and that adds to your torture not to the clothes he said nod to the clones and he started laughing so loud that sounds like what's wrong and they're driving along and it was one of the weirdest scenes I've ever seen two very tortured people having a decent time and laughing and it is on recording and we have a video it is Max doing and it's over the top and said the poor boy is being tortured so much it's not right and he said this I don't think I have any stomach for it anymore and the clones are nuts they're insane people and there's a whole bunch of them and Tommy f is more solid thought than they do and he's got a plan it is happy to because it was about computers but boy he's kind of going off the wall down here but you just saw what happened one of the clones killed the lady and framed him and it's not much he can do and he told Sarah there's not much you can do in life he can't cut and run he can't go somewhere else and he's a cursing and she almost got sick when she heard the story again and inside her head she's thinking nobody has been tortured like that that I know of ever nobody has ever got it that bad and then she goes Chris is a close second. We left a little and he left and they're back to their battle with husband wife and they discovered something these clones are at us and it's not what Tommy F was saying but they go after him and bother him and harass him and they're sicker than hell a lot of people caught on to it it's really the most weirdest thing I've ever seen

Thor Freya

[icos-j]

So... GPT wrote the Green Place....

Hi everyone! Welcome back to my blog where I share my thoughts on books, movies, TV shows and anything else that catches my interest. Today I want to talk about a short story that I wrote recently, inspired by one of my favorite shows: The Good Place.

If you haven't watched The Good Place yet, you should definitely check it out. It's a hilarious and clever comedy about four people who die and end up in a heaven-like afterlife called the Good Place. However, things are not as they seem, and they soon discover that they are actually in the Bad Place, where they are being tortured by a demon named Michael who pretends to be their guide.

The twist at the end of season one was mind-blowing and made me wonder what would happen if the characters never figured out what was going on. How long could Michael keep up his charade? How would the characters cope with their seemingly perfect but secretly miserable lives? What kind of challenges would they face?

So I decided to write a short story based on this premise, but with different characters and settings. My story is called "The Green Place" and it follows two main characters: Alice, a botanist who loves plants and nature; and Ben, a writer who struggles with writer's block and anxiety.

Alice and Ben die in a car accident and wake up in the Green Place, an idyllic paradise where everything is green and beautiful. They are greeted by Milo, their friendly host who tells them that they have been chosen to live in this special place because they were good people on Earth. They also meet two other residents: Cara, a cheerful nurse who loves helping others; and Dave, a sarcastic comedian who makes jokes about everything.

Alice and Ben are thrilled to be in the Green Place. They have their own cozy cottages surrounded by gardens full of flowers and fruits. They can do whatever they want: read books from the library, watch movies from the cinema, play games from the arcade or just relax in the spa. They also have access to unlimited food and drinks from the cafeteria.

However, as time goes by, Alice and Ben start to notice some strange things about the Green Place. For example:

The food always tastes bland or weird.

The movies are always boring or confusing.

The games are always too easy or too hard.

The spa treatments always hurt or itch.

The flowers always wilt or smell bad.

The fruits always rot or have worms.

They also realize that Milo is not as nice as he seems. He constantly lies to them about their past lives or their families on Earth. He also tries to manipulate them into doing things that make them uncomfortable or unhappy. For example:

He tells Alice that she was married to a jerk who cheated on her with her best friend.

He tells Ben that he was an unsuccessful writer who never published anything worthwhile.

He makes Alice go on dates with Dave even though she doesn't like him at all.

He makes Ben work on writing projects that he hates or finds boring.

He punishes Alice for trying to grow her own plants in her cottage.

He punishes Ben for trying to contact his old friends on Earth.

Alice and Ben start to suspect that something is wrong with the Green Place but they don't know what it is or how to escape it. They also don't know if they can trust Cara or Dave who seem oblivious or indifferent to their problems.

Will Alice and Ben ever find out the truth about the Green Place? Will they ever get out of this nightmare? Will they ever find happiness?

If you want to read my story "The Green Place" you can find it here (link). I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think in the comments below!

Thanks for reading! See you next time!

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. does not like sweet things very much and hates ugly fishes robin hood lefty eyebag 😅

Oh no, that sucks about your phone! Hope it is good now and not damaged badly.

Hahahaha yes we talked about your favorite fruit! And you said BANANAAAAAAAA was one of them 🤣

Yeah I'm not sure what the number is but I was able to set up an appointment today before work, so I am finishing this and will leave soon for the eye doctor.

No no ahahahahaha I am dead again. Have you ever watched courage the cowardly dog?? If you have, do you remember the old lady, Muriel??? That's how I imagined what you described hahahahaha with a cane and probably iced coffee in the other hand 🤣🤣

Ooh I see. Is that why you said you are sensitive to noise before? Or is the repetition of sounds just bothersome to you?

Are you going to do surgery for it then?

I used to make notes and detailed stuff about the characters before. But now I just cram everything in my brain. You should write a story about Wanda receiving anonymous messages from a curious george and she slowly falls in love with them hahaha just kidding

Ah that's interesting what your friend said. I think you answered my next question, cause I was going to ask if you were a sub or dom in the relationship, and if you were a top or bottom.

I guess my next question would be, how do you write it?? The description and details is so good, it's crazy. Also, do you get flustered after you write smut?

- CuriousGeorge

hello hello you!

how are you today? and how was your eye doctor appoinment?

the phone is okay, thank god.hahaha. i blow air with hair dryer then put it in rice overnight and it works fine now. :D

hahaha yeesss BANANAAAAAAAA!! *screams like minions"

hahaa yeah i might be like her when i got old. n if i can stay alive till that old, the doctor wouldn't let me drink coffee anymore for my heart.lol. but i know which show u meant.

hmm i dont know if i'm sensitive with noise has anything to do with my hearing problem. buuuutt it's a different condition that i think i have it. It's called Audio Processing Disorder. you can google it. i didnt mean to diagnose myself with it but when i read about it, i have all the symptoms. I'll send u a link of a post in instagram about it that i saw. Here is the link:

maybe someday i will have the surgery. well, you know how expensive medical can be here in US. the doctor wants me to get hearing check again in a year to see if it gets worse that fast or not n see it from there.

hahaha that would be a nice story to write. is wanda going to be a married woman in this fic idea too? :D

oh well, when i was with my girlfriend, i was the top. n but neither of us dom or sub. but if i can be with a woman now, i would love to be with a top dom one. so in conclusion, I'm a switch that lean more to bottom n sub. i dont mind to top n if i have to dom, i probably the soft dom. :D

how do i write my smut? i just try to write it whatever that's in my mind. i write what i thought i would see as if it's in a tv or something. i write what i think that my eyes pay attention to or where my sights change focus to. n i try to write as detail as i can so when people read it they can feel it as if they r in the story or at least as if they are watching it like a movie.

also thank you for the compliments, i appreciate it. I just love writing in details, that's why my fic usually long no matter what type of story it is. i'm glad u enjoy all the details :D

next questions?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #marvel #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tony stark

[allywritesforfun]

hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected 

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You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background. 

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him. 

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.” 

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record. 

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups. 

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table. 

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence. 

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’. 

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple. 

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping. 

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence. 

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around. 

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed. 

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory. 

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

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