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solarianradiance · 2 months

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Princess Bubblegum gazed upon herself in the mirror, she had just finished putting on the blue dress Ice King had given her. While she did not appreciate the threat of being frozen in a block of ice, she did not question the results, even if it did make her look did match with his as if she were some sort of Ice Princess.

“Daaaang... I actually look incredible in this dress! Which is normal for me, because I can anything look great by wearing it! But this isn’t what I expected at all!” She said to herself. “It does make my butt look like a dumptruck though. Still, I didn’t expect Ice King to get me a dress this good. Especially with how well it fits! ...Wait, why am I talking to myself?”

The dress fit snuggly around her torso, but the skirt and sleeves were flowing and open, giving her a broad floaty wind look to her. The blue of the dress not only did not clash with her pink skin and hair, it actually complimented it! Even the golden gorget upon her neck and Tiara that came with the dress really highlighted the look.

It made her seem like a truly mature Queen of Sugary Ice. She appreciated what she was seeing. Sadly, it was all because of Ice King, whom she wanted to kill. She picked up a hairbrush and started sharpening the handle of it into a shiv against the wall, thinking she could wait for him to let his guard down as he leaned into to kiss her, then shank him in the eyeballs.

She had plenty of places to easily hide a shiv now, the dress was Hella comfy, according to the Princess. Sadly, for her, the attempt of forging an instrument for a surprise murder was cut short. The entrance of the cage opened.

“Oh Princess~” The Ice King chimed, shattering Bubblegums desire for a Red Wedding. Which was a shame, because she wasn’t just the unknown guest that craved some crimson. “It’s almost~”

“UGH.” Said PB in Sacred German. “Der Mann aus dem Eis ist gekommen und ich bin nicht bereit, ihm das Leben zu nehmen... Traurig.”

“Yeah I sure love Gunter unconditionally myself! Glad you feel the same way about him!” IK jollied, he then gazed upon his bried to be in her new normal clothes. “Boy, you are lookin stunning in that dress! Even if it does make you look fat as red velvet kitty ice cream pound cake!”

“GGGRRRRR” She growled in a building rage. She found any compliments easy to take... except from the Ice King and her desire to smack him was strong.

“Speakin of which! Wanna come see the ceremony! The cake just arrived!”

“GGGRRR-Ooo! I’d love that!” PB chirped like a child who was just informed of receiving an expensive gift. “Okay show me!”

“Oh-ho! Somebody is eager to be fatter! You’re lucky I’m so into heavy bedding! Or at least tolerant of it! Follow me!”

PB chose to ignore the comment, mostly because she was willing to become thicc over his cake as the pair made their way out of the IK’s bedroom and through the Castle.

It was a simple structure, made entirely of Ice, with furniture and paintings and other such objects adorning the place, much of which was damaged from Penguin size chew marks or had graffiti on them. It was kinda cozy in a ‘Lunatic lives here’ sense.

PB knew the place quite well, much to her wish not to. She did know the Ice King shifted the rooms and structure around on occasion. Often after awakening after his Snow Seer induced hibernation's, he would overhaul the castle completely, only his bedroom remaining mostly the same. But there were rooms and chambers that PB suspected were untouched by the Ice King, either he forgot them, or he simply did not want to touch them with his Ice Magic. She also felt that there were chambers that were far older than either of them, but she could not be certain without taking the time to examine them with tools and she did not care to be here any longer than she had to be.

In fact, she was looking for a window of opportunity to escape. The castle could be very dangerous if her psychotic host was in a foul mood. She usually picked the lock on the cage door, or simply shattered the bars after some work and then jumped out the window, being made of gum meant the fall, while extremely cripplingly painful, was not fatal. Literally crawling through the snow and forest back home to safety would not be all that out of the ordinary for her.

But with that Snowstorm spell in full effect, she would be captured again, and with this magical gorget upon her neck that she can’t unlock, she wanted to minimize those chances of being kissed by Ice King, or anybody really. Ain’t nobody mind controlling Ooo's most eligible Bachlorette into settling down, because ain’t nobody in Ooo measures up to her reasonably achievable standards of being 13/10 hot, 10/10 powerful and completely loyal & obedient to her will. Not like it’s her fault everyone else is lazy, selfish and ugly. Cosmic surgery is a thing people!

The two entered a great hall and were met with a festive sight, wedding decorations were adorning every wall. Fresh ones, not the decade old ones she was used to. Clean floors and walls, a buffet. An aisle for the bride to walk down with rows of seat, mostly filled by Penguins. Said Penguins pattering about getting everything ready, ocassionally getting smacked away from the food tables by snow monsters IK left to guard.

The biggest eye draw of the room was a large convexed copper penny shield with the visage of Abraham Lincoln upon it, the redeemed Legendary King of Mars. Beneath that was an uplifted altar of ice and stood a podium upon which a Snow Monk, a random bearded purple mildly fat dude in robes, stood cutely next.

“So, what do ya think?! Pretty schwanky right?” IK said with pride as his eyebrows bobbed up and down.

“I...” She noticed much of the decor being pink, which she did not want to admit was appealing to her, it was the best color and the fact that pink exists automatically made every other color inferior, including Gold. “Guess it’s... nice. I’ve seen better though.”

“Well yeah, I fully admit that you can only go so far with pink drapes and blue ice, but the catering’s gonna knock ya socks off!” IK said with a chipper can-do attitude. “Anyways, over here we got the ice shrimp! Which is made out of pink ice, cuz I could not get actual shrimp, because Crab Princess was bein a real Kingler about it. So don’t try to eat it-GUNTER! SPIT THAT OUT!!!”

“Right, so...” Bubblegum began, trying to start a conversation. “Where is that cake you said?”

“Right over there, honey!” IK pointed to a corner, no wonder she didn’t see it. It was white shaped like cute kitty cat and yellow colored spots. “It’s a red velvet cake on a chocolate ic cream foundation with dark pink strawberry and vanilla yellow eggnog frosting for the spots! The eyes are blueberry frostin~”

“OOO! KITTY!!!” PB squealed. It was adorable, she loved kitties. And puppies. Ponies too. She did however noticed something about the strawberry kitten. “But... that isn’t pink.”

“What?!”

“It’s white. That’s a mostly vanilla frosting on that cake.”

IK stepped up and took a finger’s worth of the frosting and tasted it. It does taste of vanilla, but he could taste the strawberry faintly. “What the heck?! I KNOW this was strawberry when I last saw it! Did somebody devour the color or something?!”

An audible belch could be heard from above, the Invisible Woman clearly enjoying her feast of off red coloring as she smacked her lips.

“Hmm, guess I misremembered things... again.” IK gaslit himself, he felt embarrassed over his failure to remember things correctly. “I do that a lot for some reason.” He said scratching his where is magical crown sat.

A sudden rumble throughout the castle could be felt. Many of the rooms occupants looked around, trying to figure out what it was. Might have just been a random tremor and everyone decided to ignore it.

“It’s fine, cake is cake! I am cravin me some Cake of the Cat right here!” PB said as she reached for the plastered white pussy in front of her.

IK however, stopped her, grabbing her hands. “Whoa whoa, what do you think you’re doin?! Cake is for the reception, which is AFTER the ceremony, ya naughty lil piggy~”

“But...but I want it noooow!” PB whined like she was having cheese with it, acting as if she was 10 on Christmas Eve, filled with present lust.

“No!” Answered IK like a stern Father. “You can wait until AFTER the ceremony, like I said!”

Bubblegum did not like to be denied anything, ever, especially a treat she craved. Normally she would throw a temper tantrum, which wasn’t off the table, but she knew well enough how to get what she wanted in this case. She turned on the cutesy factor and dilated her eyes into massive sparkling anime orbs.

“Oh pwease mistah Ice King.” She said, sweeter than the sugar she was made out of. “Jus won widdle swice o’cake is all I ask. You won’t deny this lil ole indulgence to me on our, 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓎, would you?”

Ice King looked into her special anime sparkle eyes and was charmed like a schoolboy and his first crush. “Ooooh, you’re right, I won’t deny ya this lil dulge. Go ahead, grab a slice ya lil darlin dumplin!~ But juuust a tinsy slice~”

„𝖂𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖗~“She said like a fairly skilled painter that was rejected from art school, rubbing her hands together in excitement, mouthwatering in anticipation. She knew her ploy would work, it often did. Manipulating the hearts of others, especially Boys and Men, was a simple matter. Only ones to really resist her charms were Billy and the fool who, when it came to his crazy frozen madness, would not let it go.

She took up a knife and began to slice the wonderous treat, opting for a big blue eye. The size of the slice was, simply put, anything but small, quite large in fact. She readied a plate and planted the thing on it.

Before she indulged in her prize, she moved to hide the knife up her sleeve only to stop when she noticed the Snow Golem that was guarding the cake had took notice of her, cracking its snowy knuckles, letting her know not to do that.

Bubblegum slowly placed the knife back where she found it and picked up a fork instead to begin eating her prize. She knew the Snow monsters around here were dangerous and meant business. Instead, she took a bite and felt a swirl of sweet flavors.

“Oh Glob, this is so good it has to be fattening~” said the Pink woman as she stuffed her gob in a most unladylike manner.

“WENK!” Shouted a Penguin running into the room. “WENK! WENK! WENK!” It wenked in a panic.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down there Guntrud, what are you sqwakin about?!” IK leaned over to hear what the bird had to say. “Now take a deep bre-”

“WENK WENK!”

“WHAT?! An intruder! IN THE FRONT GATE?!” IK said in shock. “Well, that’s fine, the Ice-clops will take care-”

“Wenk wenk! WENK WENK!!!”

“MY ICECLOPS IS DEAD?!” Ice King shouted. “Impossible! No one has ever gotten passed the might Ice-clops since I offered to let him live in the gatehouse for the price of me not killing him if he refused! Not since... BILLY!”

“Billy!” Princess Bubblegum said under her breath, feeling a fire in her blood. “My hero! ~” She then took a big BIG bite of Cake meat into her maw and enjoyed the texture and flavor that was the mixture of Ice Cream with Confectionery.

“Okay! Game plan time!” The Ice King’s hands began to spark with magic again and he floated up into the air upon his flapping beard. Winds of magic began to whirl around them and the air crackles with the forces of the Elements. “COME FORTH MONSTERS OF ICE SNOW! DEFEND MY CASTLE AND MAKE THE FOOLS WHO ENTER GO!!!”

The Ice King began to shoot bolts of magic all around, most hitting the ground, and up sprang Golems of Ice and Monsters of Snow. The creatures groaned for blood and they stood up awaiting their masters' commands. There were many of them, filling the room with bodies of Ice and Snow.

“Go! GO! Kill ALL intruders within my domain! Ensure nobody enters this room until the wedding ceremony is complete.” The Ice King commanded.

The creatures obeyed with a Warcry as they charged out of the chamber and into the hallway towards the gatehouse.

“Okay, that should hold him off for a while!” Said IK with a worried huff. “Ain’t no way Billy and his luscious locks with his sexy abs gonna upstage me again! Not this time!”

“Oh please Ice King!” Said Bubblegum as she swallowed, readying another bite, almost like she was gloating. “You and I both know those creatures will slow him down enough! Billy will wreck those sucka’s like a golden shower on a snowoman!”

“Hmm, you’re right! I can’t leave anything up to chance!” IK pulled out a totem from his pocket(?), it was the figurine of some sort of warrior made of bright blue stuff that glittered. He placed it on the ground, and then stood back, his hands crackling with magic once more.

“What the bleep blop is that?” PB asked as she took a 2nd and 3rd slice of Ice cream cake.

“It’s an Ice Knight, summoned by this token! OF CHAOTIC EVIL!” IK Explained, with great enthusiasm, his words honied with malevolent delight. “He will serve the most wicked of beings and obey the most horrid of commands without question! Or at least that’s what the Snow Seers told me. They also told me to never summon him cuz he might rampage and kill peeps. I was savin this for a snowy day, and that day is now! ZAP!”

He hit the figurine with a bolt of magic and the things began to crackle and shake with that magic.

Suddenly a burst of light occurred and what came forth was some form of Icy looking warrior of the North. He was massive, covered from head to toe in Bright blue Icy armor with horns sticking out the sides of his head like a Viking or an Ox. His pauldrons too had horns, tough shorter. His face, if he had one, was covered by a plate with seven holes with a snowflake design upon it.

With him he carried an Axe in both hands and had a sword sheathed to his side.

It turned to Princess Bubblegum and kneeled. “What is thy bidding my Master?”

“Ummm... wha?” PB asked, confused as to why the Knight turned to her instead of Ice King, which was an appealing sight to her.

“HEY! OVER HERE!” IK shouted. “I’m your Master! I summoned you!!!”

“What? You again?! For realsies? DANGGIT!” The Knight asked. “Cuz I am s’pposed to serve Evil people and uh, she seems like the most evil person in this room right now.”

“HEY!” PB said, being fully offended. “I am not evil! I’m pragmatic!”

“Well, it’s just, you’re wearing that hot dress and those crowns and you got that look and stuff. Also wipe your face, it’s like, gross and stuff.” The Knight dead-assed. “You look like a stereotypical Evil Queen and everything.”

“I am a Princess! I am being held here against my will by that guy!” She pointed at the Ice King. “And I do a ton of good for people! ESPEICALLY LONG TERM! Do you have any idea how many lives I have improved in my lifetime?!”

“That’s exactly what a Tyrant would say to justify the means to their ends, so you must be evil.” Said the Knight. “Also, I can see your alignment, like that chick in that one Star Wars game, which is kind of... not blue. Which is good... which you are not. You’re more like a soft pink.”

"...I AM PINK!"

"I mean't your alignment aura."

“Well looks can be deceiving, BUCKO!” Countered PB. “And you must be color blind! Because I literally am pink, SO THERE!” She declared as she took a massive bite of cake.

“Whateves.” The Knight shrugged.

“GRRR ENOUGH!” Shouted the Ice King. “Ice Knight! Obey me, go forth and kill the intruders that have entered my domain!!!”

“Pffft, you ain’t the boss of me.” Scoffed the Ice Knight. “But I got nothin better to do, so, aight, I guess.”

The Blue Knight turned to leave but was halted. “WAIT!” Shouted Ice King, he produced a device. “Here, when you’re about to fight, press the button, it will do a cool fight song.”

“Oh, thanks!” The Knight grabbed the music box and then wandered off into the halls.

“Now then, it’s... WEDDING CEREMONY TIME!!!” Yelled the Ice King, approaching Princess Bubblegum.

“WHAT?!” PB said as she nearly choked. “B-but we haven’t... um... p-performed the traditional Wedding songs yet!”

“That’s okay we can skip em!” He said, grabbing the Princess by the hand. “Now put the cake dow-OWOWOW!” The Princess stabbed him.

“NO! WE... um, CANT! Skip the wedding songs or else the Candy Kingdom... won’t recognize the marriage. I-it will be super mega ultra... mombo bad juju luck! We’ll die and stuff!” The Princess said, hoping to stall for time.

“GRRR! Okay, ONE song!” Growled the Ice King.

“Two songs!” Countered Bubblegum.

“ONE. SONG.” He was getting particularly angry at this point, his teeth were looking extra sharp.

“One song and... I can pick it!?”

“THREE SONGS THAT YOU CAN PICK! FINAL OFFER! TAKE IT OR ELSE!!” He shouted, hands crackling with magic.

“DEAL!” Bonnie agreed.

“HAH! I woulda gone up to 10 if you waited me out!” Gloated IK. “Art of the deal, baby! Anyways, come on, let’s do that that Car-key stuff, I got a machine ready for the reception. Also wipe your face off, you really are lookin like a slob.”

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 12 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years

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Chapter Six - Struck a Nerve

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Holy cow I did way too much research into Tokyo train routes for this one TT_TT Don't fall into a research abyss like me, friends. Learn from my mistakes.

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She had a pinch in her neck.

It had been there for a while now, she wasn’t sure what had caused it. Maybe it was the weird position she’d woken up in a couple of days ago. Maybe it was from the particularly grueling dryland workouts she’d been doing in preparation for the upcoming meet. Or maybe it was something else. Something more gnawing and notional. The manifestation of guilt and stress, pulled through the endless weavings of lies and delusions like:

“This works, right?”

Bingo.

She smiled sadly, “I don’t know, it feels a little forced…”

She was currently sitting at a bench in a strip of greenery that barely qualified as a park within the hustle and bustle of Roppongi. But as far as Mirio on the other end of her cellphone was concerned, she had just gotten off the train in Yokohama and was walking the last fifteen minutes to “cram school”.

It was a dangerous (and honestly kind of stupid) game she was playing. She and Mirio had always walked to the Azabu-Juban Subway Station together to get to their respective after school activities — that leg of walking together hadn't changed. Only now, rather than getting on the Namboku Line Northbound with him, she had to get on the Southbound — because he, in all of his chivalry, insisted on making sure she got on her train, even if his direction arrived first. She then proceeded to ride it one stop, and then immediately take the reverse train straight back.

And to add insult to injury, he’d excitedly told her this morning how their respective train rides were almost exactly the same length of time, so they could talk on the phone for the rest of their walk.

“Isn’t that great?!” he’d asked, with an eagerness to please that would’ve made her feel like she’d kicked a puppy if she said no.

So she’d done her little exercise in futility, took her train to nowhere and back, then walked to the edge of the porte-cochère of Shigaraki’s skyrise — a journey which only killed fifteen minutes altogether.

She didn’t enter the building, opting to wander the bustling, affluent streets of Roppongi until she could find a place to sit and wait for Mirio’s call so that she could lie to her wonderful boyfriend further in their little simulated commute together.

God, she really was a piece of shit.

“Forced how? We can just talk about what we usually talk about!” Mirio insisted, ever the ray of positivity.

“But we usually didn’t even talk that much.” she said, attempting to rub the kink out of her neck, “We were on the train looking out the window for most of it.”

“We can still do that!”

She cocked a brow, “You want me to just have you on the phone and not say anything for twenty minutes?”

“No, no, no, we can talk about what we see!”

She froze. Shit. What did she see? Shigaraki’s skyrise stood obnoxiously a few blocks down, a blinding testament to how much this lie would inevitably fuck her. There was no way she could describe that. And yet she couldn’t help but question if everything around her was definitively Tokyo — if that was even a thing. She could see a crepe shop, a Cartier store, a luxury hotel — they had all of those in Yokohama too, right?!

“O-Okay,” she stammered, “You start.”

Luckily, he seemed totally unphased.

“Well, I seeee… a cake shop. And some pigeons. And—” he gasped, “Oh my god, is that an elephant?!?!”

She cocked a brow, the verity in his voice making her forget her panic for a moment, “Oh shut up, there is not.”

“Cross my heart, babe — it’s right in front of me! And woah, I think it stubbed its toe! Someone better call a tow truck!”

“...”

She couldn’t hold back a loud snort of laughter. And she could practically hear Mirio grin proudly on the other end.

“Was that a good one?”

“You can hear me rolling my eyes right?”

There were moments, like these, where she was able to fool herself into thinking her life was normal. Moments where she genuinely enjoyed talking with her boyfriend and forgot about the reason why they weren’t walking together. Forgot about where exactly she was walking to and about the complicated feelings surrounding all of it. A moment where she was able to fool herself into thinking she was as happy and perky as she pretended to be.

A moment where her neck didn’t hurt.

…But these moments were always brief.

“And what do you see?”

Her smile weakened. She needed to wrap this up fast.

“I see… My cram school.”

Well, at least that wasn’t a total lie.

Mirio’s disappointment was palpable, “Oh man, already?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry… It’s really close to the station.”

He let out a sad, breathy laugh, “...This isn’t really worth the trouble of trying to coordinate, is it?”

“Afraid not.” she agreed, “Especially since I have a transfer in Ota City. It probably won’t line up perfectly like this every day.”

“I know you’re right…”

She could hear the “but” hanging off the end of that sentence, the hope in his voice that wanted to try regardless. But even Mirio was able to accept when something was completely hopeless.

“We’re still on for next Sunday though, right?” she offered.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” he said, trying to remain positive, although obviously less enthusiastic than before.

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saccharinesalinity · 1 year

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𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮

Oh tiramisù. Where do I even begin? This dessert has been one of the very few desserts my mother knew how to make when I was a child and also one of the very few non-chocolate desserts I liked (9 year old me LOVED chocolate and no, the cocoa powder doesn’t really count).

We stopped making it for quite a few years and my mother actually LOST her recipe and at that point dessert enthusiast me had already been birthed, so it was up to me to make a new staple recipe. And lo and behold, 6-7 years later, I’m still making it and we still adore it.

Trigger warning for any Italians and tiramisù purists: my rendition of this classic is by NO means traditional. I repeat: NON TRADIZIONALE !!! But I actually have a good reason for it being so, sooo stick with me alright?

savoiardi — or lady fingers, if you like. I call these biscuits the building blocks of this dessert; they give it their structure, house one of the most important ingredients (the alcohol *wink wink*), and also lends a tender bite to an otherwise overall creamy-textured mouthfeel.

I actually made the fingers from scratch once but let me tell you, it is NOT worth it. I baked mine softer than I should’ve so the tiramisù ended up a lot mushier than usual. :’) Just use the store-bought ones like I did here. They’re pretty inexpensive and saves you a heck load of time. Really can’t go wrong.

soak — I haven’t gotten around to using freshly brewed espresso before, but it is something I look forward to trying the next time I make this. I’ve just been using instant espresso (YES instant espresso, the trigger warning was a few paragraphs ago thanks) dissolved in water along with some Kahlúa, and you can bet that it was measured by heart.

The savoiardi are given a little one-two on both sides just so that they’re covered all the way around. I don’t dip them for too long so they maintain slight integrity and won’t be Thanos-snapped disintegrated.

cream — eggs where I come from are deemed a big no no to eat raw and I know very well the traditional recipe has them. But that’s why a sabayon exists! Eggs or egg yolks with sugar whisked over a bain-marie till a ribbon consistency has been achieved. This is then folded with mascarpone and whipped cream (SHHHHH). At the very least, I’ll spare you a less severe heart attack by saying that there isn’t any vanilla. :)

assembly — first component that goes down is the lusciously tall, dark and boozy savoiardi, followed by the cream, and a dust of cocoa powder. I don’t think cocoa powder in between layers is traditional either but I just really love the boost it lends to the espresso. This sequence is only repeated once more without the cocoa. It’s best to do the final dusting right before serving as the cocoa powder tends to dissolve into the cream while it rests in the fridge, preferably overnight or at least for 6 hours.

A little thing about me: I prefer to eat any dessert, cake, etc., the day after it’s made. Yes, waiting is a pain but it just tastes worlds better than it does on the day it’s baked; I can somewhat attest to it being the brief ‘curing’ that it undergoes during those untouched hours. When such an amalgam has been born, it needs time to relax and settle and make sense of what it can truly offer to the mouths it is to feed. And when the time comes, it’s just that much more rewarding.

That’s why I never trust anyone that says that they ‘love freshly baked banana bread’. It doesn’t even taste that great yet! Why are you lying! >:(

But if you simply just cannot wait, as long as the assembled is cold enough, you may dust it with as much cocoa powder as your heart’s content and dig in.

One thing I loved about this photoshoot is that I actually had to eat the whole slice as I took the next photo. But also the pictures came out a little haphazard because I couldn’t find the right time to take them and before I could a few days later, more than half of it was eaten. *sad noises* Meanwhile, I was also trying to take the photos as quickly as I could before it started melting into irreparable doom (which it lowkey did but still tasty nevertheless *cries*).

#dessert #desserts #tiramisu #sweets #sweet #food #foodblog #pastry #chocolate #coffee #cheese #baking #foodphotography #foodpics #sweetfood #pastries

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ask-aurachnid · 1 year

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Threats I

[CW for implied threats of rape/non-con, dehumanization, human trafficking, and caning]

Frankie’s been kidnapped a few times in their career, but this one takes the cake. For one, they get snatched out of costume on their way back to their apartment after a long day of classes. They’re walking down an alley just blocks from their shitty little studio when someone sprays a canister of something in their face, and they inhale before they could think better of it. Their vision goes black immediately.

When they wake up soon after, it’s to shackles being locked around their arms and legs. When their captors notice Frankie’s lack of unconsciousness, there are harsh whispers of ‘mutant’ and ‘get a collar’ before something cold and heavy is locked around their neck. The collar, as it seems, drains every bit of energy from Frankie’s body. It makes their limbs feel like lead, and the constant buzz of their spider sense vanish into thin air. Frankie’s blood runs cold, but the fear isn’t enough to keep them awake for more than a few seconds after the contraption starts to dig into their throat.

The next time they wake up, they’re even more uncomfortable than the first time. Their hands are cuffed behind their back, and their ankles are shackled with a short chain between them. The concrete floor they’re lying on is cold against their bare skin, and everything hurts. The suppression collar is still locked around their neck, their smart watch is missing, and their shirt is gone, but at least they’re still wearing their pants and shoes. The tightly laced tactical boots will make for a much easier escape, but only if Frankie gets a very good opportunity.

“Oh look, the freak’s awake,” someone jeers, and the toe of his boot nudges against their spine.

Frankie rolls onto their back, uncomfortably crushing their hands, and glares up at the man, holding back the quip on the tip of their tongue in favor of cataloguing their surroundings.

The man standing over them is about the same size as Frankie, both in height and build. He has short brown hair receding from his forehead, a greying beard, tattoos peeking out from under his dark hoodie, and a teardrop tattoo under his right eye. He has a Glock tucked in the front of his pants.

The room Frankie’s in isn’t the abandoned warehouse they’d come to expect. It’s more of a basement. Moderately well maintained but barren save for a folding table in one corner, and a pool table in the other. Usually, places like this mean the criminals have been in the business for a while, which does not bode well.

The asshole standing over Frankie isn’t the only one in the room. Several others are playing pool in the corner, one is counting cash on the folding table, and another is typing away on a souped-up laptop. Frankie can see nine people, but that doesn’t mean that there’s not more outside.

They’re lying in the very center of the room, underneath a glaring fluorescent light and surrounded on all sides.

“Damn, I hate when they’re quiet. It takes all the fun out of it,” the man says.

Frankie glares at him harder.

“You like your new necklace, mutie? It’s a good thing we had one lying around, ‘cause you’re certainly a better prize than we were hoping for.”

Frankie looks down at the collar as best they can, but there’s not much to see outside of the fact that it’s metal and has a green status light blinking steadily. They’ve heard of these contraptions before, but they weren’t expecting their first experience with one to be anything like this. They didn’t even know that mutation suppression collars would work on them, since they aren’t a natural-born mutant.

“You really didn’t have to go all out like this for me, sweetheart,” Frankie says, sarcastically affectionate. “You know I’m not a jewelry sort of person.”

They regret the comment almost immediately when, instead of the guy getting offended, he grins wider. Frankie really doesn’t like the gleam in this guy’s eyes.

“Lay off it, Bird. You know the rules,” the man counting money says. He’s clearly the one in charge, based on his clean, pressed suit, and the authority in his tone.

The man leaning over Frankie, “Bird,” apparently, grumbles under his breath but thankfully, he backs away.

“What was that?” the boss asks, only now looking away from his money to raise an eyebrow at Bird.

“No defiling the merchandise unless the customer asks, or if it’s still not tamed after seven days.” He speaks like he’s reciting something he’s been made to repeat again and again.

If Frankie’s heart could sink any lower, it would.

Merchandise. That’s what he called Frankie. They had been taken by traffickers; worse, traffickers who have experience with mutants and know how to keep them powerless. It’s already a terrible situation to be in before they even think about what exactly Bird just insinuated.

Pause. You’ve probably been in worse situations than this. Objectively, how bad are your chances?

After some unnoticed experimentation, Frankie’s pretty certain the collar has locked down all of their abilities. Their spider-sense is silent despite the obvious danger, their fingertips aren’t sticking to anything, their senses feel muffled, and weakness plagues their entire body. Frankie’s willing to bet that means their reflexes and bioluminescence are similarly absent.

Alright, what else?

They took Frankie’s watch, which means that not only do they not have their web-shooter, but it also means they can’t use the JUDOS software to call for help. Their classmates might get concerned when they’re out of contact for a few days, but even if they go to the police, it’s likely not going to be much help. Clearly this crew is good enough at what they do to stay under the radar.

No one knows that Frankie is missing, least of all anyone who can do anything about it. Castle’s used to being out of contact for a week or more, and Frankie’s rarely in contact with the other New York vigilantes. None of them are going to notice Aurachnid’s absence until it’s far too late.

Okay, yeah. That’s pretty bad.

Frankie sighs and rolls back over to, rather clumsily, rise to their knees. They have to keep a level head if they’re going to get out of this, and that will be easier if they can maintain at least a little bit of their dignity. Admittedly, they’re already low on that particular resource, half-dressed and surrounded by less-than-savory characters, but they feel just a little more secure once they’re upright. Now they just have to wait and hope an opportunity presents itself.

[Part II]

#story post #threats #rape/noncon #tw sa #tw noncon #tw human trafficking #tw dehumanization #dehumanizing language #human trafficking

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suckitsurveys · 6 months

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Are you interested in any reality TV shows? They are definitely not something I seek out, but I can get caught up in them from time to time. Also, do competition shows count as “reality?” Like Legomasters and Is It Cake? Lol.

What’s your favourite thing to have on toast? Jelly/jam.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? There was an active shooter threat on the campus I work on and it was me and my coworker’s job to secure all the buildings remotely while also dealing with the fact that the threat was a block away from me.

Do you think being born was a mistake? I was definitely planned but I sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have been.

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? I don’t and I’m not.

What is something you used to always do but don’t anymore? I don’t know.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you didn’t say it back? Yes. What’s your favorite hairstyle on the opposite sex? I love it a little shaggy.

Have you ever done a Mason jar craft? Nah. I usually use them to drink out of or store food in.

Who is your favorite photographer? I couldn’t tell you.

Were you shy in high school? Yes and no.

Do you wish karma were real, or are you glad that it isn’t? Oh it can be real.

Who are the cutest babies in your Facebook newsfeed? Barf.

Are your ears pierced more than once, if at all? My left ear is pierced 3 times and my right it pierced once.

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? They do not.

Do you actually love your parents? Of course I do.

Do you know anyone autistic? Yes.

How about someone bipolar? Yes.

Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries? Of course.

What was your very first pet like? I had two parakeets that were my 2nd grade class’s pets. We took them home for the summer and ended up just keeping them because the teacher who got them left. Their names were Featherbrain and Lucky. FB was light blue. Lucky was dark blue and name so because his lil feet were twisted around. They were very cute and loud lol..

Have you ever pet a cow, a sheep or a pig? All three.

What is the wallpaper on your best friend’s cell phone? I have no idea. The last time I saw Sarah’s it was a picture of her and her husband and their cats. I can’t remember the others.

Do you like your girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s parents? I do.

Do you like Polaroid photography? Sure.

Is there a friend of yours who curses nonstop? Who would that be? It’s me oops.

What internet browser do you use? Chrome.

What do you usually do to let your feelings out? Cry.

What was the last thing you uploaded/plugged into the computer? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh my headphones to charge

Are you participating in Project 365 (you take a picture of you/something every day of the year and post it)? I’ve tried this before and I failed haha.. Do you have a Flickr? If so, post the link. I don’t.

Do you think it’s dumb when a band smashes their instruments, or do you find it totally radical? Whatever.

Have you ever made a gif? If not, do you think it’d be interesting to make one? No.

When you feel uninspired, do you feel like you need to go somewhere to become inspired? I mean, it depends.

Have you ever lived on a university campus? Nope.

Do you play any games on your phone? Yup.

Have you ever shaved your face? Yes, I do often because PCOS is a bitch.

What was the last vaccination you got? Covid.

Who’s your favorite rapper? And your favorite song by this favorite rapper? Post Malone. My current favorite is Chemical.

How about your favorite band? And your favorite song by this band? Vampire Weekend. Hannah Hunt is my favorite, naturally.

Has anyone ever made a promise to you that they’d change? Who? Uh huh.

Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? I had my wisdom teeth out and that was not pleasant.

Is there anyone you’d like to apologize to? I’m good.

Could you go a month without talking to your best friend? Not a whole month, no. Not without at least saying a couple things to each other.

How has your style changed since you were in high school? Eh. I’m still for comfort over fashion.

What was the last new drink you discovered that was delicious? I bought some Thai tea from the grocery store with low expectations but it was really good.

What is your favorite way your hair has ever looked? In terms of color? Blue with black ends. Style? My most recent “buttlerfly” or “wolf” or whatever you want to call it cut.

Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? Nope. I did have a teacher in high school who graduated high school with my sister.

Where’s the nearest GameStop near you? I have no idea. Probably the

What was the last thing you took a video of? A deer we saw on a walk recently.

What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken? Honestly, going to meet my husband for the first time.

Do you believe your ex cares about you? No.

What was the last compliment you received from the opposite sex? Something work related.

Have you ever been to an orchard? I have.

Who was the last family member of yours that died? My father’s cousin.

What is your favorite color for cars? Purple or blue.

Do you have any gay family members? Yes.

Did your last relationship end because of you or the other person? It was both of us.

Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? No, of course not.

Have you ever had crabs, turtles, or lobsters? As pets? No. Eaten? Yes.

What is your favorite type of cat? Torties.

What if a friend asked you to go with her to get an abortion? I would go with them, no questions asked.

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? My husband.

Are you sitting in a spinning chair? I am.

Are you one of those people who will not use a public washroom? No. If I gotta pee I gotta pee.

Have your parents ever disapproved of the person you’re dating? No.

Were you raised by someone other than your parents? I was raised around extended family so to an extent, yes.

What’s the last chore you did? Laundry.

What is your favorite jungle animal? Do pandas count?

Is your father injured? Nope, and I’m always hoping he stays that way.

Are you part Native American? Yes. A small part, but it’s there.

What are your pets’ names? Friday, Ramona, and Sake.

Have you ever worked two jobs? I have not.

Who is the oldest sibling in your family? My sister.

What are some of your happy thoughts? Kitties.

What are the names of all the dogs you’ve ever owned? Cosmo.

Would you ever get a face tattoo? Nah.

How much was the rent/mortgage at the cheapest place you’ve ever lived? $975

Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? My nieces.

What is the cruelest thing a person has ever said to you? Blah.

Who do you think was the worst criminal in history? There’s been way too many.

Which laws would you most like to change? Abortion would be legal everywhere.

Who have you most feared in your life? My brother in law.

What is your strongest reason for your opinion on abortion? Because people should be able to do whatever the fuck they want with their own bodies. What one natural thing would you most like to see? Some national parks.

#surveys

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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Paint it Black

@evanbucxley @arrenemris you guys wanted petty, jealous Eddie stuck in an elevator with Taylor during the blackout, right?

Eddie Diaz has been involved in his share of awkward dinners.

This one takes the cake though. It starts with him showing up at Buck’s loft by himself, and Buck opening the door with that stupid puppy-dog confused tilt to his head that makes Eddie want to do something drastic.

“Where’s Ana?” he asks.

“We broke up,” Eddie says. “Figured it would be weird to invite her to dinner after that.”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Buck says, which yeah, Eddie knows because Eddie hadn’t told him yet. “I’m sorry, man.”

Which makes…one of them.

The night gets worse when Taylor shows up with her latest story of her investigation into – Eddie misses the details, but he’s discovered that Taylor’s voice somehow is at the exact right pitch that he can’t quite hear it most of the time. Weird how that works.

Buck, bless his fucking heart, feels none of the tension in the loft. Or if he does, he doesn’t react to it. He stays chipper and upbeat and positive and doesn’t comment when Eddie and Taylor trip over each other to help him with making dinner or pouring drinks or to sit beside him on the couch while the food cooks.

But, like, the spot on the couch beside Buck is Eddie’s spot, and if it’s not Eddie’s it’s Christopher’s.

And Eddie…loses the fight.

Taylor’s tiny, and for just half a second, he entertains the utterly absurd idea of just picking her up and moving her, but it flits out of his head almost as soon as it arrives. It’s quickly followed by an unfortunate realisation that it must be easy as anything for Buck to just pick her up and move her when – which is then immediately erased by the second-hand memory he acquired from Captain Mehta that Buck had been able to just pick Eddie up and toss him into the engine like he was a sack of potatoes – which –

He’s saved when dinner is ready, but he feels Taylor’s eyes on him the whole way through the meal.

Annoyingly, they end up leaving at the same time. Buck and Eddie have a shift in the morning, and Taylor has a story to cut before some deadline or other. Eddie would rather not walk out with her, would rather not share the elevator with her – he briefly considers legging it for the stairs but they’re at the other end of Buck’s floor and the elevator is right there and it would be absolutely blatant what he was doing – but if the alternative is knowing she’s staying the night at Buck’s, he’ll deal with the elevator.

They’re both quiet while the doors slide open, the soft whisper of the brushed stainless-steel brushing against the dust guards the only sound besides the simmering mutual animosity between them. They step into the elevator, which smells vaguely of Pinesol, and Taylor presses the button for the ground floor with a shiny lacquered red nail.

The doors close again and the shimmering, irritable silence fills the space. No elevator music in Buck’s building, which is probably for the best.

“So,” Taylor says as the world’s slowest elevator descends. “Is it personal or are you just jealous?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eddie says. The elevator has faux wood panelling, not mirrors, so he can’t tell if she’s looking at him or if she’s staring straight ahead like he is.

“You either hate me on a personal level, because I’m me or something,” she says. “Or you hate me because you’re in love with Buck.”

Eddie gets as far as a spluttered, indignant, “I am not in love with—”

And then the elevator lurches. Stops. The lights flicker and then die. The emergency lights do not kick on.

“Well that’s comforting,” Taylor says, dry.

Eddie pulls out his phone. Usually, it’s still connected to Buck’s wifi by the elevator, and the connection’s gone. So it isn’t just the elevator.

“There’s a button in here that calls the fire department, right?” Taylor asks, pulling out her own phone and shining it at the elevator panel. She presses the button that should connect them directly to the department, and nothing happens.

“Depending on how wide the power outage is, it might have knocked out dispatch,” Eddie says.

“Great,” Taylor says. “You’re a firefighter, you can get the doors open, right?”

“With a Halligan and a fully functional shoulder?” Eddie asks. “Sure.”

She huffs. “Do you think it’s just this building or wider?”

“How would I know?” Eddie asks.

“So helpful, thank you.”

“What do you want me to do, Taylor? Use my magical powers of divination to figure out if we’re in a building-wide, block-wide, city-wide, county-wide blackout?” Eddie snaps.

He can’t see her face in the shitty half-light of their respective phone screens, but he hears her roll her eyes.

“It’s because you’re in love with him, right?” she asks.

“For fuck’s sake, Taylor, I’m not in love with—”

“Because he’s in love with you,” she interrupts as though he hasn’t spoken. Eddie’s heart stops. “It’s weird, I’ve never really had to vie for someone’s affections before. I can’t say I’m a fan, but, see, he thinks you aren’t an option.”

“He told you this?” Eddie asks and hopes to God his voice sounds normal because it does not feel like it.

Taylor snorts. “He didn’t have to. Do you guys have any idea what you’re like when you’re around each other? It’s obvious to anyone who even meets you in passing, and I know both of you and have a journalism degree. It’s not difficult math.”

“Then why are you dating him?” Eddie asks, swallowing back the lump that’s just jumped into his throat that feels suspiciously like his heart.

“Because I like him,” Taylor says. “And because I like a challenge.”

Before Eddie can say anything rude about Buck being worth more than a challenge to someone, she sighs.

“I’d say you’re going to have to fight me for him, but it’s not going to be much of a competition,” she says.

“You really think my chances are that bad?” Eddie asks and he hates how sad he sounds, even to his own ears.

Taylor doesn’t get a chance to answer before Eddie’s phone lights up with a picture of Buck and Chris together and Buck’s name in bright letters. In the sudden illumination, he sees the annoyed, resigned expression on her face.

“That answer your question?” she replies, and Eddie answers the phone.

“Hey, did you make it out or are you stuck in the elevator?” Buck asks.

“We’re stuck in the elevator,” Eddie says. “No idea what floor. Maybe three?”

“Cool, don’t go anywhere,” Buck replies and hangs up before Eddie can ask where, exactly, they might go.

An awkward silence hangs in the elevator in the wake of the phone call.

Until, finally, Taylor says, “For what it’s worth, if I had to lose to someone, at least you’re as pretty as I am.”

Eddie is still searching for some kind of response to that – coming up absolutely blank – when the elevator doors slide open. Buck, illuminated by a headlamp, waves at them and pockets his keys.

“You have an elevator key?” Taylor asks while Buck pulls her out.

“Fire marshals and captains get ’em,” Buck says. “They’re standard across production lines.”

“Fire marshals have to give them back,” Eddie points out.

“Eh, when I was a probie, we got an elevator rescue and Bobby told me to go open the doors, and so I stood there trying to pry them open for like five minutes before he walked up to the elevator panel and unlocked them with his key,” Buck says. “Chim and Hen laughed at me for about a month every time we got near an elevator. So when I did my turn as fire marshal, I may have made a copy.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie says. He rolls his eyes and is grateful for the darkness so Buck can’t see exactly how fond he must look.

Taylor catches him, though, and for a tense second, Eddie thinks she’s going to say something about it. But Taylor Kelly is a lot of things, but “quitter” isn’t one of them. It might not be a fair fight, and the outcome might be rigged in Eddie’s favour, but he understands then that she’s going to make him fight for it. Fight for Buck.

No worthier fight, really.

“We should check in, see if they want us on shift early,” Buck says, already pulling his phone out to text or call Bobby.

“And I should go investigate,” Taylor says. “I’m sure my station is missing me.”

“Okay,” Buck says. “Do you want my headlamp for the stairs?”

“I’ve got it, but, thank you,” Taylor says. She stretches on her toes to kiss him goodbye – much more thoroughly than she had when they left Buck’s apartment. She arches an eyebrow at Eddie once she’s let go of Buck and Eddie narrows his eyes right back. “See you boys later.”

She flips on the flashlight on her phone and waltzes off to the stairs.

“We should tell all my neighbours to stay inside,” Buck says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie says, shooting a text to his abuela and Chris to ask them to do the same. He doesn’t know yet if the blackout’s reached their neighbourhood, but it’s a better policy.

“So what did you and Taylor talk about while you were in the elevator together?” Buck asks in between knocking on his neighbours’ doors to announce LAFD please remain inside your homes.

“We, uh, came to an understanding,” Eddie says.

“Oh! Good,” Buck says. He pauses. “What about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie recommends. He nudges Buck with his shoulder and gets a grin in response. “Let’s check in with Bobby and see if they need us or if they recommend we just stay inside and stay safe, too.”

“No one I’d rather weather a lockdown with,” Buck replies, as if the second she stepped into the stairwell, Taylor also disappeared from his head. “Well, except maybe Christopher.”

Eddie laughs, and thinks in Taylor’s direction, may the best person win.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 fic #9-1-1 season 5 speculation #this isn't actually speculation it's just goofy #but hey that promo exists so now it's fair game #buddie #technically anti bt #but mostly because it's a buddie ficlet #the ghost ship scribbles

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honey-sunsets · 3 years

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Dream SMP Stimming HCs because it’s wiggle time (/rp)

Tommy

He toe-walks. He is a Big Man and toe-walking makes him even bigger.

He repeats words that sound Good (“Baba” for example).

He hums and sings, though this one he really only does when he’s by himself or with people he trusts (so basically Tubbo and Ranboo).

He uses chewelry quite a lot. (Inspired by cc!Tommy saying “I have such active teeth” and other things involving mud that I can’t remember.)

He runs his hands through his hair, especially when he’s stressed or flustered.

He picks at his lips and the skin around his nails.

He also bites his nails.

Leg Bounce ™

Listening to music, of course.

He loves petting and hugging animals, including ones that really should not be pet or hug. He used to run his hands through Friend’s wool often.

He canonically sews!! So depending on his mood he might dive into a six-hour sewing extravaganza or he might just mindlessly string the same pattern for a while.

Tubbo

Tubbo makes random noises or modifies his voice (usually makes it higher pitched or more guttural). He likes to screw with his friends and freak them out with this one (like when cc!Tubbo uses autotune while talking to Ranboo).

He uses stim toys quite a lot. Rubik’s cubes, fidget cubes, tangles, something to keep his hands occupied. He makes a lot of his own toys from leftover building and redstone materials, and he makes toys for his friends as well.

He adjusts his tie as a stim. He picked this up during Manberg and it carried on until the end of his presidency. After he founded Snowchester and stopped wearing a tie, he continued the motion, but now he just grabs onto the collar of his shirt or jacket.

He sings as well, often bursting into song if he hears so much as a word or two from a song he knows.

He pokes/taps the tips of his horns.

He runs his fingers across his scars, since they have a different texture from the rest of his skin.

When he’s stressed or angry, he squeezes his hands into very tight fists and he grinds his teeth.

Ranboo

Ranboo already canonically stims!! Picking up, holding, and placing grass blocks is a common one. Pacing when he’s stressed and enderman noises are also ones we’ve seen. I can’t for the life of me think of any others but I know there’s more.

Raptor hands. I rest my case.

The little “bow bow bow” noises that cc!Ranboo makes when he listens to music.

He just loves listening to music. So much. All the time.

Petting his cats and listening to/feeling them purr. Major comfort for him.

Once again similar to his cc! counterpart, he’s very good with Rubik’s cubes. He once casually solved a dodecahedron in the middle of a Butcher Army meeting.

Ranboo to me seems like the kind of guy who likes “bigger” (more noticeable) stims but is afraid to do any of them.

For the sake of keeping these headcanons as wholesome as I can manage (and believe me, I’m struggling), I’ll say that he does eventually become more comfortable with his stims and he allows himself to do things that are more noticeable (which nobody minds, of course).

Jumping stim!! This can only be done outside or well below the ceiling because good lord he goes high.

Singing, and usually very loudly.

Shouting. Just. AHHHH.

Alivebur

He prefers auditory and visual stims to other types, though there are a couple exceptions.

Watching the sunrise and sunset becomes a favorite visual stim after his revival.

Sparks and small flames are very good as well.

He loves rubbing his thumb against the edges of book pages and flipping the pages quickly (I don’t know how to describe it but it’s a common thing a lot of folks do).

He changes accents at will. If he spends too much time around you your voice will be stolen.

You know that one time Wilbur cheered “yeah daddy Dream” in the middle of lore? The way he swung his arms when he did that? Yeah, that. That’s the stim.

Moving his fingers as though strumming an instrument, humming, singing, tapping, swaying to music, even moving his hands around like a conductor. Tons and tons of music-related stims.

Ghostbur

He likes physical stims much more than Alivebur does.

Raptor hands. Raptor hands my beloved.

Oversized sleeves with raptor hands.

Flappy hands with oversized sleeves with raptor hands.

Popcat stim. He seems like a popcat kind of dude.

Petting and hugging Friend.

Assuming blue is a liquid or powder, he likes rubbing blue between his hands and fingers. If you headcanon blue as being more like a putty, you could say he plays with it as such.

Wilbur’s love of music carries over through all of his iterations, so all the previously mentioned musical stims apply to Ghostbur as well.

Phil

Popcat!! Pop pop pop.

“My name is nugget, I’m a big fat chicken.”

Flapping and fluffing up his wings.

Petting the crows and giving them little head scritches.

Those “boosh boosh boosh” and “bap bap bap” sounds cc!Phil makes when he’s building.

Jack

He changes accents, though it’s often involuntarily. I like to imagine he’s in the middle of some really angsty argument but halfway through his voice gets stuck in a Scottish accent and he can’t fix it.

“What did she say?!” “What the dog doing?” “I don’t wanna slow dance, in the DARK—” “Boy what the hell boy.” …and other memes as vocal stims.

He also sings a bit, though not as often as others.

Niki

I guess it doesn’t necessarily count as a stim, but she totally stress bakes. And happy bakes too.

If she’s not actively baking, she likes watching baking compilations. Cake and cupcake and cookie decorating videos.

Other visual stims too! Calligraphy, soap cutting, and fuzzy animals are some of her favorites.

She isn’t able to, but she really wants to pet Steve. He looks very soft.

She’s gotten permission from Technoblade to enter his Hound Army’s kennel whenever she pleases and pet all of the dogs. They all love her very much and whine when she leaves.

Eret

They sketch random buildings and maps, or doodle on the margins of their proper designs.

Ferret chat!! Elongated fluffy things!! Soft bois!! Pet the soft bois!!

She listens to music all the time. Multiple “he can’t hear us he has AirPods in” jokes are made at her expense (which she always finds funny).

Ponk

Taste and smell stims! Lemon scented/flavored things are her favorite, but she also likes orange, peppermint, and cinnamon as well.

Weighted blankets his beloved.

“Nobody wanna see us together, but it don’t matter no, cuz I got you”

They love baking! They “taste test” and “check for poison” so much they have to make slightly larger recipes to compensate.

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emoprincey · 3 years

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for the ficlet prompts, analogical + 19? —iclaimedtobethebetterbard (can’t send asks from sideblog lol)

Thanks so much for the ask @iclaimedtobethebetterbard, I've been meaning to write some analogical for ages!

Pairing: Analogical

Characters: Virgil, Logan, Roman

Prompt: "In my defence, I really wanted to"

Word count: 986

Logan glanced up from his desk for the first time in hours as he heard a movement from the window. His candle had long since burnt to a stump, but he’d barely noticed the dimming light, engrossed in his work. The last rays of the evening sun were just dipping below the horizon, illuminating the figure swinging their legs over the windowledge.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You could have used the door.”

“In my defence,” Virgil gasped, clinging to – and badly crumpling – the curtain as if his life depended on it, though he was now far enough inside the room that he was in no danger of falling, “I really wanted to.”

Logan quickly stood up, and crossed the room to offer Virgil his arm. “Then, why didn’t you?”

“This place is crawling with guards. Like, more than usual,” Virgil muttered, gripping Logan’s forearm tightly to steady himself as he stumbled on the carpet.

“Virgil, are you alright?” Logan asked, quickly checking him over for any sign of injury.

“Yeah, just a little out of breath. Also, I really don’t like heights,” Virgil grimaced. “Logan, baby, I love you. But I’m never scaling a building for you again.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Logan said, sweeping his free hand through his hair in frustration. “I should have realised the festival would mean there were extra guards would be stationed around the castle. I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have asked you to come tonight if I’d known.”

Virgil let go of his arm, and turned to face him. With careful fingers, he smoothed Logan’s hair down into the neat style he liked. “It was worth it to see you.”

A soft smile broke across Logan’s face, and he pressed a small kiss to Virgil’s palm before taking his hand again and leading him over to the bed. “As sweet as you are, I won’t have you putting yourself in danger for my sake again.”

“Ooh, you’re taking me to your bed already?” Virgil teased, even as he gratefully sank into the comfortable blankets. Though Logan used one of the firmest mattresses available to him, Virgil had remarked several times that his bed was far softer than Virgil’s own – Logan supposed that was one of the perks of being a prince, always having access to the finest quality items.

Logan rolled his eyes as he sat down next to him. “Oh hush, you seem tired so I’m letting you sit down.”

Virgil flopped backwards onto the bed and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. His dark hair splayed out over the duvet, his cheeks still flushed red from the strenuous climb.

Logan reached out and cupped his chin, running his thumb over Virgil’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

Virgil opened his eyes to gaze up at Logan, his lips quirking into a bashful smile. “I’ve missed you, I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“We saw each other last week,” Logan reminded him, but he reached with his other hand to stroke Virgil’s hair. It really had been too long since he’d been able to touch those soft locks.

“Well, it feels like forever,” Virgil mumbled, tilting his head into Logan’s hand.

Logan suddenly felt very aware of how he was leaning over Virgil, on his bed, with his boyfriend staring so lovingly at him. Smirking slightly, he brushed his thumb over Virgil’s lips. “Then I suppose we should start making up for lost time.”

“Oh, heck yes,” Virgil muttered, grabbing Logan’s collar and pulling him down.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

Virgil’s nose scrunched in annoyance, before his eyes widened and he rolled away from Logan. “Shit.”

Logan squeezed Virgil’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “It’s alright, just hide,” he whispered, before heading towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, and turned around, but Virgil was nowhere to be seen in the room. Wondering absently where he’d hidden, Logan opened the door.

Roman was leaning against the doorframe, wearing his red pyjamas but looking as energetic as ever. “Lo! I’m breaking into the kitchens with Remus; they’ve made loads of cakes for the festival so we’re going to sneak some. Wanna come?”

Logan carefully positioned himself in the doorway, blocking his brother’s view of the room. “I’m afraid I’m rather busy tonight, so I won’t have time.”

“Aw, but I thought you were getting your work done early tonight!” Roman protested.

“Well, something’s just… come up,” Logan said carefully.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself, nerd. More cake for me!”

“Be careful, don’t get caught,” Logan cautioned as Roman turned away.

He waited until his brother had retreated out of sight before he closed the door and turned back to the seemingly empty room.

“He’s gone,” Logan announced.

After a second, Virgil crawled out from under the bed. “I also don’t really like small spaces,” he grumbled.

Logan took Virgil’s hands as he stood. “That was just my brother, to be honest he probably wouldn’t mind if he found you in here.”

“Yeah, well, ‘probably’ isn’t a chance I want to take,” Virgil mumbled, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder.

“I know,” said Logan. While he knew both of his brothers would keep any secret he asked them to, and Roman particularly would never do anything to get in the way of love, Virgil had never met either of them aside from hearing Logan’s conversations with them outside his door. So, though he hated to keep something so important secret from them, he understood why Virgil felt so unsure about telling them.

“Anyway.” Virgil pulled back a little, taking the end of Logan’s tie. He loosely played with it between his fingers as he looked coyly at Logan through his lashes. “Weren’t we in the middle of something?”

Logan slid his arms over Virgil’s shoulders, pulling him closer to rest their foreheads together. “I believe we were.”

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical #roman sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #ficlet #sanders sides fanfiction #i dont usually upload ficlets to ao3 so this isnt on there #royalty au

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awkwxrdapple · 3 years

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Fallen Angel (Part 1) - Peter Parker x reader

Request: Hi! I love your writing! I was hoping you could do a peter x reader where the reader gets badly hurt and captured and it takes a long time for the avengers and peter to find her and once they do, she is scared half to death, jumpy, nervous, and stays by Peter's side during pretty much everything. They are living in the avengers tower with everyone and since they are the youngest, Peter is particularly protective of her during her recovery. Thank you!

Word count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, light torture, injury, trauma (after reading if you think I should include any others please let me know thank you)

Part 1

Simultaneously, you removed your headphones and slammed the textbook shut in front of you. Your assignments were getting tiring. It wasn't that they were hard and you were struggling, it was just that after being part of the Avengers, doing calculus and algebra seemed too easy for you. You could do it easily, but after all that you had done and seen already in your life, you knew your time could be better spent.

Being the youngest Avenger alongside Peter Parker was exciting. You felt unbelievably honoured to be given the opportunity to be part of a team that did wonderfully amazing things. You had made friends for life, and most especially so with Peter. When you had come to New York you were enrolled into the same school as Peter. Midtown High was a good school and you enjoyed it, it also meant spending more time with Peter even though you both lived in the Avengers Tower now.

Lying back against your bed you realised you were hungry, you'd been studying for what felt like ages.

Knowing you had nothing sweet that you wanted to eat in the tower you decided that a quick trip out would let you get what you needed. If you were going to carry on studying you were going to need all the help you could get.

Grabbing your purse from your dresser, you wandered down the corridor to where Peter's room was. The door was slightly open but you knocked anyway and waited for his reply.

"Hey, I was just going to go to the store, do you want anything?"

He, like you had just been, was sitting on his bed with papers strewn around him. When he saw you he gave you a warm smile. Having Peter living with you in the Avengers tower was amazing. Peter really was your best friend and you trusted no one more in the world.

"I'm ok, but thank you. What are you going for?"

"Chocolate, ice cream, cake, anything." You said.

"Homework giving you a hard time too?"

"Is it that obvious?" You laughed before placing your hand on the door handle again. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye Y/N."

Taking the elevator it didn't take too long to get to the ground floor and out into the centre of New York. You knew there was a little grocery store a few blocks over that made homemade chocolate cake.

Unknowing to you, a set of eyes were watching you leave the tower, cross the street and make your way down the sidewalk. It was busy, and you were tired. Your instincts were slower and less aware of your surroundings. The one set of eyes soon became two, then three, then four. You were blissfully unaware of the imminent danger you were about to find yourself in.

Taking a swift left at the next building you passed, your face collided with a hard arm and sent you stumbling backwards. Jolted out of your oblivious state, you raised your guard and lunged to land a punch square into your attackers chest. They struck back, using their larger build to throw their weight towards you forcing you to the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs.

Kicking back up from underneath them you tried to force their body off you, but they were heavy, and armed. You could feel a gun strapped to their hip pressing into yours. Rapid footsteps were heard around you as more people wearing a similar black combat suit to your assailant emerged and began to hold you down. You continued to fight in any way you could but soon all your limbs were rendered useless.

"You're coming with us. Don't try to resist." A low male voice spoke into your ear as a cloth was placed over your face, a strong smell evaded your nostrils and then you relaxed back into the concrete.

+ + +

Upon waking, you found yourself cold, aching and stiff. Your head hung towards your chest and a dull throb emanated from your forehead and rang throughout your skull. Your hands were tied behind you back and placed behind a chair, with your legs also tied to the chair legs completely restricting all of your movement.

Fear and panic flooded through you and your chest became horrifically tight. The room around you was incredibly dim, with the only light coming from a single dull light bulb above your head. Feeling your breathing become hastened you remembered your training.

Don't panic. Be calm. Assess the situation.

The situation looked bleak. There were no sounds to be heard so you couldn't even begin to work out where you were being held. You remembered the last memory of being free, but couldn't place the people from anyone or thing you had seen before.

You weren't kept guessing for long as a door creaked open to your left and two figures entered the room. The door was roughly closed behind them and a click of the lock was distinctly heard. You nervously swallowed and waited for one of them to speak.

"We hope you aren't too badly hurt, Y/N." One spoke and made his way over to you. His voice was calm, and in any other situation you would have mistaken him for a nice man.

"How do you know my name?" You ignored what he had actually just said to you. It was far more disturbing that your first name was known to these people.

"That doesn't matter. We may know a few things about you, but you know much more than we do about things important to us."

"And those would be?"

The other man laughed coldly at your attempt to sound confident.

"Your friends." The first man now knelt down a meter away from where you were sat.

"My friends?"

"The Avengers."

To this you had nothing to say. You instantly felt guilt at being caught in this way, no other member of the team would be trapped like this. It made you ashamed. These people needed you for whatever heinous reason they had.

"We understand you know a great deal about the runnings of that Tower, and of the inner workings of the group itself." The man continued. "We think you would be very useful to us."

"I won't tell you anything."

This brought a sigh from him. It was almost sarcastic.

"We thought you would say that."

He stood up and took a few steps backwards, allowing the other man to walk into your focus.

"Maybe this will change your mind."

The first strike to your face stung. The next hurt. The third, numb. The intensity of the punch quickly removed all feeling. You could taste your own blood as your lip was cut upon the second blow.

"It… it won't change my mind." You spluttered. Tears welled up in your eyes but you were not going to give them the satisfaction. You would never betray your friends, your family.

"We shall see."

+ + +

"Has anyone seen Y/N?"

Peter was worried. You had left the tower four hours ago, and still had yet to return.

"No I haven't, why?" Nat answered him as she wandered into the shared living room and kitchen space.

Peter told her that you'd told him you were quickly going to the store and that you weren't back.

"I'm sure she will come back soon. Maybe she ran into a friend?" Steve offered as he sat holding a mug of black coffee.

"Yeah… you're right." Peter tried not to think about it too much. But after an hour or so that he hadn't heard you walk down the corridor, he went to check your room to find it empty. And he couldn't find you anywhere in the tower.

Wanda gave Peter a small smile. She had seen how close you two had become. It was only natural that Peter was concerned.

"If she isn't back tomorrow morning, we shall then worry, yeah kid?" Tony walked behind Peter and placed a brief hand on his shoulder.

"Ok…"

The next morning resulted in Peter's worry increasing exponentially. He had sent you multiple texts and phoned you many times to receive no response. Usually you would let him know if you were staying with a friend. The whole situation seemed off.

"Still no sign of Y/N?" Tony asked as Peter wandered through the kitchen on his way to school.

"No. I am worried."

Tony considered Peter for a second.

"Come with me, I might be able to find her." Tony stated and headed for the elevator. "School is important, but it can wait."

Walking into one of Tony's labs, Peter realised he hadn't been into this one before. Tony tapped on a screen and brought up a map of New York on one of the monitors.

"Mr Stark, what is this?"

"I regret not telling you sooner but I have tapped yours and Y/N's phones. So even when it's off, it can be tracked."

"You're going to track her phone?"

"I think that's what I just said." Tony raised his eyebrows. "Let's see if she still has it with her." He could see how upsetting this was to Peter. He began to wonder if you two were just friends, or something more.

After putting more information into the computer a yellow dot appeared on the map, quite far from the Tower, but still within the city.

"Is that her?" Peter asked urgently.

"It should be. I don't like the fact she's in a decommissioned warehouse though."

Peter suddenly felt a sudden urge to drop everything and run to you.

"According to this, the signal hasn't moved in 12 hours." Tony turned round to face Peter.

Peter's jaw was tight. Tony could tell he was ready to fight.

If you would like to be in the tag list for part 2 or any of my other Peter Parker imagines please let me know!

"Alright kid, suit up."

PART 2

Tag list: @unmistakablyunknown

Masterlist

#peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker x y/n #tom holland x y/n #marvel imagine #spiderman imagine #storyofavengers

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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An imagine for adeuce please! They hang out someplace in their hometown during vacation but awkwardly run into crewel. I think treys family bakery would be a nice location but the setting is your choice in case you want to limit the dialogue and number of characters

Ps. I personally feel like the game needs more interactions between the students and teachers. Hopefully we can get more in the new event

Teacher-student interactions are so much fun! We definitely got more from Vargas Camp (which I’m really thankful for), and I hope we keep getting more!

So far, my favorite teacher-student dynamic has been Vargas and Azul. I’d feel bad for octoboi if I wasn’t laughing so hard at his flying fails--

I really liked this prompt, so I wrote more than my usual ~1000 word imagine; please enjoy!

***Mild spoilers for chapter 4!***

Imagine this...

The Rose Kingdom was aptly named for the flowers that bloomed in nearly every corner of its land. In the summer time, they blossomed magnificently, perfuming the warm air with their heady aroma—but in the winter, those delicate rosebuds were banished by a spell of frost. Without fail, a great cold would wash over the region every year, casting their famous red flowers in a thick layer of white.

It was a pattern that the kingdom’s residents had long since grown accustomed to. This was, after all, their beloved home—amid the roses, frozen as they were.

“Oi, Deuce! Hurry it up, will you?!” Ace called, tossing an annoyed glance over his shoulder.

His friend—wearing so many layers that he resembled a moving blueberry more than a human—lagged several paces behind.

Deuce attempted to return the sass, but his words caught in the scarf bound tightly around his mouth, coming out muffled instead. The puffball on his winter hat furiously bobbed up and down, as though communicating his frustration for him.

“If we don’t pick up the pace, they’re gonna sell out of hot chocolate and fresh pastries!” Ace rushed back, grabbed Deuce by the arm, and tugged. “C’mon!! I thought you were in Track and Field Club or something—so let’s get moving!”

Deuce loosened his scarf with his free hand and, glaring at Ace, declared, “No way am I running with the roads this icy. That’s a recipe for disaster.”

“Hah? You serious? I already got wasted enough time waiting for you to dress in your 101 layers of coats,” Ace grumped, gesturing to Deuce’s ridiculous outfit. “It can’t hurt to be a little quicker about it.”

“Mom wanted me to stay warm,” Deuce countered stiffly. “I’m gonna respect that, no matter what.”

Ace rolled his eyes and waves dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever—enough talk, we really gotta get going...!! I’ll be damned if I freeze out here.”

“The Clover Bakery isn’t that far from here, so we don’t need to rush.” Deuce indicated a warm building at the end of the block, which gave off delicious fumes—spun sugar, baked bread, and spices. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Ace groaned loudly. At this rate, it would take all day for them to waddle on over. He was about to bury his head in his hands when an idea dawned on him.

A mean, but clever, idea.

“Betcha I could make it there faster than you,” Ace chirped, his voice casual.

“It’s not a competition,” Deuce reminded him sternly.

“No one said it was, dummy! I’m just saying I could definitely beat you at your own game.”

“Tough words for someone shaking like a leaf in the cold.”

“Oh yeah?” Ace’s grin was wicked. “Prove me wrong, then.”

“I don’’t have to prove anything. It’d be dangerous to run in this weather, anyway.”

“I bet it’s way more snowy in Pyroxene—and Jack’s probably totally fine with running through it!”

“That’s Jack, and this is me. I said I wasn’t going to rush things, and I meant it.”

“Yeah? Too bad~” The redhead gave an exaggerated sigh and a shrug. “Backing out, huh...? Oh well. Guess if you snooze, you lose...!!”

“Hey, I never said...” Deuce’s voice trailed off, for Ace had shoved by him, darting off in the direction of the bakery. “H-Hey...!! Ace...!! ACE!! GET BACK HERE!!”

He tore after his friend, shouting at him all the while—and Ace, with his (cheating) head start, only laughed in return. Deuce soon caught up (no thanks to his club conditioning), and they were neck-and-neck for first place.

Windchill, knives upon their faces. The biting cold seeped into their lungs, making it hurt to breathe as they hurtled toward their destination. Yet they sailed on, determined to outdo the other.

Both boys launched themselves at the bakery entrance, grasping the handle at the same time.

“EXCUSE US!!” Ace and Deuce yelled in unison, yanking open the door (struggling to cram through the doorway at the same time) and stumbling in.

They were greeted by a blast of warmth and the smells of sweet cakes and toasted breads. The employee manning the counter glanced up, startled at the duo’s sudden appearance. When he saw who it was that had barged in, he sighed and calmly readjusted his glasses.

He looked a little different than usual, wearing a white shirt with green plaid that showed off his broad shoulders. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal thick forearms forged from years of lifting flour sacks and kneading dough. A brown apron was slung over his attire, four-leafed clovers sewn on the pockets.

“If it isn’t Ace and Deuce. How are the two troublemakers of Heartslabyul doing?” Trey asked, his smile lopsided as his underclassmen approached.

“A-Are we really troublemakers in your eyes, Clover-senpai?!”

“I’m just kidding,” he reassured Deuce. “Well, you are troublemakers, but more for Riddle than for me.”

“Geez... thanks for the vote of confidence...” Ace grumbled, casting the third year a cheeky look. “Some senpai you are, huh?”

“Now, now... I’m allowed to have some fun, aren’t I? We’re all ‘off-duty’, so to speak.” Trey said light heartedly. “Anyway, what brings you guys to the Clover Bakery? I’m assuming you’re not dropping by just to say hello.”

“Hehe. Obviously we’re hungry, so we came by for some grub!” Ace held up his index finger. “One large hot chocolate, and a plate of assorted butter cookies for me!”

“I’m okay with a small spiced apple cider,” Deuce chimed in, “please and thank you.”

“Gotcha. I’ll get you your drinks in a bit,” Trey nodded, “but as for the butter cookies, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell those to you.”

“Huh?” Ace’s face collapsed. “Why not?”

“We’ve only got a few dozen left, and they’re reserved for a client that preordered them. Sorry.” Trey pointed to a neatly wrapped box already set upon the counter, done up in a bright green bow.

Through the plastic window in the box, Ace could see that the cookies had been converted into little sandwiches. Each pair housed a generous dollop of cream, caramelized raisins threaded throughout it.

“What? Who needs that many butter cookies? And why are there gross raisins in them--“

The door to the bakery flung open, summoning a gale of cold once more. A bell suspended above jingled, ringing in a new customer.

“Ah, speak of deville the devil,” Trey said—while his underclassmen balked in terror.

There, in the doorway, was a tall man in black faux leather gloves and a voluminous fur coat—striped, black and white. Beneath that, he boasted a crimson turtle neck and a blazer, half solid white, the other half a black , checkerboard pattern. This, paired with his slicked back hair, steely eyes, and regal face, made him appear as though he had just strutted off the runway, were it not for the leashes he gripped.

Two Dalmatians—one in a blue coat, the other in a red one—stood alert by his feet. They caught Ace and Deuce’s eyes and barked in greeting, but the two boys were far too fixated on the Dalmatians’ owner to gush over dogs.

“Crewel...”

“... Sensei?”

Ace and Deuce glanced to one another, then back at their Alchemy teacher.

“C-CREWEL-SENSEI?!”

“Wh-What’re you doing here?!” Ace demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. “School’s out for winter break...!! You... You didn’t hunt us down to make us do our homework, did you?!”

Crewel snorted. “Spare me your theatrics, Trappola. Your instructors are granted a vacation for the duration of winter break as well. Were you not aware?”

“I-I knew that! I just didn’t know you lived in the Rose Kingdom, too!”

“I thought teachers lived at school...”

“... Seriously, Deuce?!”

“The more you know.” Crewel narrowed his eyes at Ace. “But speaking of homework, I trust you pups are keeping on top of your assignments? Being on break is no excuse to slack on your studies.”

“D-Duh! Of course I haven’t been slacking!” A lie, Ace grimaced, thinking to the piles of homework he had abandoned in his bedroom in favor of hanging out with friends. Whatever, he could just pester his brother for help later. “Right, Deuce? Back me up here!”

“I’ve been diligently studying and working on my homework bit by bit every day, Crewel-sensei!”

“... But have you done it accurately?” Crewel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Simply writing down an answer does not guarantee full marks, Spade.”

“... Errrrrr, okay, maybe I need to work on it a little more.”

“You’ve got your notes and a reliable Science Club member to count on for assistance,” Crewel quipped, gesturing to Trey with a gloved hand. “There is no excuse for why you should not do well. That goes for you as well, Trappola.”

“Y-Yessir!”

“Crewel-sensei, I think that’s enough interrogation,” Trey called, waving for him to come to the counter. Outwardly, he wore a smile, but inwardly, he sighed. For the love of the Great Seven, don’t offer my help for me. “Here, I have your order prepared--oh, but be sure to keep your dogs at the doorway. No pets allowed beyond a certain threshold for health and safety reasons.”

“I am aware, yes.” Crewel’s eyes passed over to the two scared stiff underclassmen. “... Trappola, Spade--come here. Do your professor a favor and tend to my Dalmatians for me.”

“What? You want us to watch your dogs?”

“I’ll do my best, Sensei!!”

“Don’t just blindly agree to it, Deuce!”

“It will only be for a moment,” Crewel insisted, shoving his leashes into Ace and Deuce’s hands. The boys fumbled, but held firm--the Dalmatians eagerly staring up at them.

“... Oi, don’t give me those looks,” Ace grumbled. “You’re... You’re too cute looking and innocent to be Crewel-sensei’s pets.”

The dog in the red coat gave a happy bark, as if pleased with the compliment. Its partner, in the blue coat, panted with delight as Deuce gave it a firm head pat.

Crewel received the box of raisin butter cookies--but allowed his eyes to quickly a scan the glass display case as he strode up. “Do you have dog treats in stock as well?”

“We do.”

“Then add two to my total, please--peanut butter flavor.”

“Alright, you’ve got it.” Trey ducked, retrieved a pair of tongs, and fished out two bone-shaped biscuits. He dropped them into a paper bag and handed them over to his teacher. “That’ll be--”

He was cut off by several bills being fanned out on the counter.

“I’ve ordered enough from your bakery to know the general prices,” Crewel smirked, tucking his wallet away into his massive fur coat. “If there is a discrepancy, you may keep the change.”

“Ah, thanks for that. Hope you and the dogs enjoy--” Trey paused, cut off this time by the sound of several small footsteps from the back room of the bakery. He groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Oh no...”

“Trey-nii!!” A chorus of high-pitched voices piped up, startling Ace and Deuce. “We heard bark-barks!! Did Mr. Fluffy Coat bring back his doggies?”

Three heads of green hair poked above the counter--just barely. One girl and two boys, probably elementary school age, all of them sharing Trey’s mustard yellow eyes.

“Guys, not now. Big bro’s busy with the customers,” Trey warned. He passed an apologetic look to his underclassmen and teacher. “Sorry, my siblings are excitable sometimes.”

“I wanna pet the doggies!”

“I wanna feed’m snackies!”

“I wanna dress them up!”

To the boys’ surprise, Crewel merely chuckled. “No worries. Fellow canine lovers are always welcome.”

“Mr. Fluffy Coat!! Can we feed your doggies?”

“Pretty please with candied violets on top!”

“Please, please, please!!”

Crewel barked with laughter. “Perhaps I can allow it, little ones--permitted that your brother grants his permission.”

All three Clover siblings looked expectantly at their eldest sibling.

Trey heaved a sigh. “... I guess I’ve got no choice. Go ahead.”

Excited squeals filled the interior of the bakery. The Clover siblings nearly tripped over themselves racing over to Crewel’s dogs (they nearly trampled Ace and Deuce’s feet, too).

“Hey, watch it! We’re the ones babysitting these dogs, not you!” Ace cried as the kids descended on the Dalmatians. I’ve only had these dogs for five minutes but if anything happened to them, I’d kill everyone here and then--

“We can share, Ace!”

“Spade is correct. There is plenty of the pups to go around,” Crewel interjected. He produced two dog treats and broke them into smaller pieces, offering them to Ace, Deuce, and the Clover siblings. “Go on, then. One for each of you to feed them.”

The Clovers cheered and eagerly claimed their pieces, holding them out and allowing each Dalmatian to sniff and lick the treats straight out of their palms. As soon as the food was slurped up, the Clovers proceeded to vigorously pet the pups. But the first years hesitated.

“You’re... being awfully nice,” Ace noted, eying him suspiciously. “Are you gonna spring a pop quiz on us as soon as I take the treat?”

“Keep biting the hand that feeds you, and I just might consider it,” Crewel warned with a dark smirk.

“W-We’ll take the treats!” Deuce snatched up two pieces, shoving one into Ace’s hands. “Come on, let’s not worry too much. We’re on winter break, after all. Let’s just relax while we still can.”

“You’re right, you’re right! Let’s not sweat it!”

They exchanged a brief laugh before kneeling and offering up their own dog treat pieces to the Dalmatians. Just as the dogs’ sloppy, wet tongues connected with the boys’ hands, their cell phones went off.

“... Huh? Did you just get a text, Deuce?”

“I think I did. I heard your phone ping too, though. Did you get a text too?”

“I can check. One sec...” With his free hand, Ace fished his phone out of his coat pocket and consulted it. He immediately paled. “Oh, shit.”

(“Hey, language!” Trey shouted--but his protest seemingly went ignored.)

“What’s wrong?” Deuce asked, frowning.

“Check your phone. Check it right now.”

“Is it something seri...” Deuce’s face dropped as soon as he looked at his messages. “Fuck.”

(“I said, language!” Trey tried again, only to be snubbed a second time.)

The distressing text they had received?

SOS SEND HE LP STRAND ED D IN SCAR ABIA CANT GET OUT - Yuu, Grim

Ace and Deuce abruptly stood and bolted toward the exit, much to everyone’s surprise. They paid no mind to the concerned shouts of Trey, nor Crewel, or to the excited barks of Dalmatians no longer held by leashes.

All that remained of where the duo once stood were soggy, half-finished peanut butter dog treats.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Divus Crewel #Trey Clover #disney twisted wonderland #imagine this #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #spoilers

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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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prompt/note: i wanted to a break between the AoT posts so i wanted to post a prompt about the BNHA bois forgetting about your birthday and them attempting to make it up to you. / the req status should be opened soon if any of you want to start of thinking of reqs you want to send me. fandoms and rules are pinned to the top of my blog. also, for any other blog writers, isn’t the beta testing their doing super fucking annoying.

request status: CLOSED

pairing: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, iida tenya

you were bit more dressed up more than usual today and bakugou noticed. he didn't say anything as he thought you were just getting more dolled up for the hell of it. he gave you a quick compliment and went on his way, stating that he had a few things to do with Kiri before the day ended

you got a bit down, feeling that maybe he had forgotten. you quickly dismissed that thought, realizing that maybe he was planning a birthday party for you and didn't want you finding out.

the rest of the day flew by, an excited feeling bubbling up inside you as you inched closer to the end of the day. you wondered by Bakugou was planning on doing for your birthday. you knew Bakugou wasn't good with planning such lovey dovey things but since it was your birthday, you figured he must've done something.

you went to Bakugou's room, knocking on the door softly as you heard a rough come in. you were about to say hello when you realized he was in training close, ready to go workout with Kiri.

"where are you going?" you asked, twiddling with your fingers. he didn't bother to even look back at you, "training with Kirishma," he murmured.

you sighed, "oh, I just thought you would be able to come out with me tonight," you tried to say. he shook his head no. "no, I already told you I was going to train with weird hair so stop asking!" he screamed, making you jump a bit.

Kirishima gave you a sympathetic look as you gave Bakugou one last look and walked out of his dorm.

you walked into the hallway, seeing Uraraka and Momo walking out of Momo's dorm with a small cake. they immediately saw your tear stained face and put the cake down.

"hey, what's wrong?" Momo asked. you sighed, trying to get out what you were saying but the sobs that racked your body wouldn't let you, "wait, are you trying to say that Bakugou forgot your birthday?" Uraraka asked.

you nodded, "I thought he was trying to throw me a surprise party but I walked in there, asking him if he wanted to do anything and he kicked me out saying that he was going to workout with Kirishima," upon you finishing your sentence, Bakugou and Kirishima walked out.

Uraraka gave Bakugou a death glare as Momo pulled you into her arms and walked you into your dorm. Bakugou paid no mind to them as Kirishima looked to him and sighed. "pretty crappy day for her, huh?" Kirishima asked, looking at your dorm room door. Bakugou shrugged, "she'll be fine later. she's probably mad about earlier," he said, not putting much mind on it.

Kiri gave him a look, making Bakugou confused, "I guess. just sucks she spent her birthday trapped in her room but whatever you said bro," Bakugou stood in place, wide eyed realizing that today was in fact your birthday. "

don't tell me you forgot." "FUCK."

Kirishima slammed his hands against his face, not wanting to see Bakugou's face. Bakugou felt his heart drop, feeling a huge sensation of guilt and sadness washing over him. "that's why everyone was surrounding her desk this morning," Kirishima nodded, shaking his head in disappointment, "I don't know dude, you better figure it out before it gets worse," he mentioned before walking away.

Bakugou walked into his room, slamming the door and laying his bed. he had no idea how he was going to even start to apologize to you but he knew he had to do it tonight.

he knew Kirishima had a point.

he hadn't been the most diligent in trying to be with you recently and he kept shoving and cancelling your dates last minute to train or get work done. Bakugou was the one who asked you out first and promised you he would try his hardest to make it work out and now you were crying on your birthday.

the night was coming in and he walked over to your door, quietly knocking on it. you didn't bother to open it, knowing it was Bakugou who was more than likely to be the one who was knocking.

you flipped to the other side of the bed and ignored the knock, figuring he would leave you alone if you didn't answer. Bakugou knew that you kept the spare key for your dorm room in the small pot by your door. he dug for it, panicking that maybe you had moved it but as he finally found it, he grabbed it and unlocked it.

“hey,” his rough voice said. you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep so he could leave quicker. he went by your side of the bed, realizing that you had fallen asleep, “damn, I didn’t think you’d be in bed this early.”

he sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“listen, I know you probably don’t care for what I have to say but you mean a lot to me, idiot. I know I fucked up, big time actually but I want to make it up to you. please? I thought maybe we could get dinner, let me treat you right and like I’m supposed too.”

Bakugou moved a piece of your hair out of the way and kissed your hair softly. a part of you wanted to continue to be upset at him but hearing his apology and what he wanted to do to make it up to you, you wanted to wake up.

“I guess I’ll be leaving before Aizawa kills us.”

you shuffled in place, pretending to wake up, making Bakugou turn his head around to look at you. “Suki?” you whispered, rubbing your eyes.

he made his way back to you, sitting on the edge of bed, “I’m sorry for what I did today,” he murmured, not even wanting to look at you in the eye, “I’ve been a dick, more than usual recently and none of it has been your fault. can I make it up to you?” he asked.

you stayed silent for a moment, “Suki, I understand that you’ve been a lot more busier than usual but that isn’t my fault. it really hurt that you forgot my birthday and it hurts even more that you’ve been putting me in second place,” you murmured, trying not to sound hurt.

Katsuki nodded.

“I know. I promise I’ll do better.”

he gave you a kiss on the cheek before getting up from the bed and getting ready to leave, “love you Suki’,” you said, finding a comfortable spot in bed again, “you better,” he laughed before leaving.

you were beyond livid. todoroki had been anticipating your birthday for weeks now. the two of you were planning on going out to dinner if Aizawa had given you both permission, which he gladly allowed but two days before the outing came and he wasn’t having a good day. insults were being said and now the two of you were angry to say the least.

you figured that maybe by Saturday, he would have forgotten about the argument and the date would still have happened but what you hoped for fell through and now it was noon on Saturday and you were in your room crying to Kaminari of all people.

he rubbed your back, trying to get you to calm down as he told you to try and forget about the argument. he knew the two of you liked each other a lot but he couldn’t help but side with you on this one so he suggested a plan!

he took Todoroki’s spot for the day and the two of you went out for your birthday. since no one else had gotten permission to leave for the day, only Kaminari was able to do this but in the backside of your mind, you knew Todoroki was going to be upset to say the least.

both you and Kaminari walked to the nearest train station and took the ride to the outskirts of the city and went to a small ramen shop to catch a late lunch/early dinner.

the only one who knew about you and Kaminari leaving was ironically enough, Bakugou. he had saw the two of you leaving the building, unenthusiastically asking where the two of you were going since you were leaving school premises.

“so, we still have a few hours before we’re due back to school,” Kaminari reminded you. you gave him the signal to give you a minute and pulled up the nearest arcade, which happened only to be a few blocks from the ramen shop and a bit closer the train station, “you in the mood to play arcade games?”

Todoroki walked down stairs to the kitchen, hoping that you were to see what kind of mood you were in. he wanted to apologize for getting angry at you and prepare himself for you dinner date in a few days.

“hey Todoroki!” Midoriya greeted, as happily as ever. he waved at the green haired boy as he sat down next to him and watched him scroll through his Snapchat story, “oh, ( your name ) isn’t on campus?” Midoriya asked him.

Todoroki gave him a confused look, “what do mean?” he asked back, a small bit of panic settling in the pit of his stomach. “oh, well, since it’s birthday, it looks like she went out with Kaminari,” he replied, showing Todoroki his snapchat.

you and Kaminari both had posted a few photos and videos from the day. the ramen the two of you had eaten and then a few videos from the arcade. you were playing Mario Kart, singing some really REALLY shitty karaoke, and eating some really bad junk food.

“is something wrong?” Midoriya asked. Todoroki ran his fingers through his hair, panic finally fully setting into his stomach, “I didn’t remember that today was her birthday,” he murmured, playing with his lip as Midoriya’s eyes widened, hearing what his friend was saying.

the two of you remained quiet, trying not to freak out.

“what do you mean forgot? I thought the two of you were both planning something out!” Midoriya exclaimed, “we were but then the two of us got into a pretty bad argument and haven’t talked since. I forgot that we were supposed to go out together today and I think she took Kaminari instead,” he explained.

Bakugou chuckled, shaking his head, “she sure did. I’m on Kaminari’s private Snapchat story and they seem to be getting really close,” he tossed his phone to Todoroki who watched the two of you dancing and singing together.

Kaminari was sitting pretty close to you, his arm was around your waist, a little too firm for Todoroki’s liking. Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh at his ‘friends’ reaction as he tried to keep his anger to a minimum as he continued to watch his story.

you were damn near cuddled up to his chest, laughing and giggling at whatever Denki was telling you and he HATED it. you never acted like that around him. you never laughed or giggled that way with him. never have you ever held yourself like that with him.

“well, did you get her anything at least? that should save your ass, at least a little bit,” Bakugou said. Todoroki stared at the floor, too scared to look at them when he replied no, “well then....don’t act surprised if she doesn’t take you back after this,” he added on.

“Kacchan!” “it’s true! you’re just mad I’m right. Kaminari might be an idiot but he can actually hold a conversation with a girl and be civil around them when he puts his one brain cell to use.”

Todoroki growled, remaining silent for the rest of the night as he stayed downstairs to wait for you. now that he was realizing it, the way you were being with Kaminari did correlate to what Bakugou was saying and although he didn’t want to admit to it, he knew Bakugou had a point.

the night crawled in as Todoroki was now alone in the living room. you were getting to the front of the building, Kaminari telling you some stupid joke that made you hysterically laugh as you walked into the living space. upon entering it, you saw Todoroki sitting there with shame and anger on his face.

you waved Kaminari good, telling him you’d text him later to thank him for hanging out with you. you stared at half-n-half, not saying a word, your face saying everything it needed too.

“where were you today?” “out with Kaminari.”

your short sentences made him realize you were still as angry as you were the day you argued with him. “I saw you getting pretty close with him,” Todoroki stated. you chuckled, not believing what he was telling you. “yup, that’s kind of what happens when your boyfriend was being a dick on your birthday,” and there it is, Todoroki thought.

“you could have reminded me about today.”

“REMINDED YOU ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY?”

your voice was at an all time high, not caring who heard. “you know what? this is useless. your playing the victim when in reality I should be! it’s my fucking birthday and you know what I got as a birthday gift? another argument from my fucking boyfriend and not even a measly happy birthday text.” you continued to yell.

“you know what?” Todoroki was suddenly nervous about you quick attiude change, “maybe what Kami said was true. maybe you need to weed out the dicks in your life until you get to the good people.” you said before walking away and not sparing Todoroki another glance.

this argument happened the day of your birthday, actually. he had forgotten your birthday and although you had told him a few days in advanced, you weren’t making a big deal of the day itself.

you just wanted to make a small cake, enough to feed you and Iida so when you asked him if he wanted to come to your dorm after dinner so you could eat the cake together and he outrightly denied, claiming he had a ton of training and homework to get done.

“seriously? it’ll just be thirty minutes!” “no! I told you, I have to train for exactly an hour and a half before I take a shower and do homework! you should have known that. I wonder why we’re even together with that dismissive attitude of yours.” “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY YOU DICK!”

he stared at you, your birthday had completely passed his mind and he felt so shitty as you dropped the cake on the floor, letting it splatter everywhere.

everyone who heard the conversation stared at each other, not wanting to say anything as they saw Iida process what he had told you. he never meant to insinuate that he wanted to break up with you but it came out like word vomit and you were gone.

he grabbed a mop and broom, slowly picking it up as he saw the disappointed faces of his friends. Iida knew he fucked up, way too badly this time and now you were crying on your birthday, practically broken hearted and angry at him.

Iida sighed, sitting at his desk and mourning silently. the time read 7:30 and he wanted to do nothing more than bang on your door and apologize like there was no tomorrow but he knew that idea could be thrown out the window as you weren’t even texting him back.

he saw the small gift you had given him on his birthday and felt a small wave tears hit his eyes. you did so much for him, going out of your way to bring him lunch on some days and other days, you offered to patch him up if you saw that he had gotten busted up during training.

Iida stood up, going to the door and running to the kitchen. he knew this could be the only thing he could do to even start making it up to you again. you loved the cookies that Tensei had made for him a few weeks ago when he dropped by to visit.

he called his brother, explaining the situation to him as he immediately got a mini lecture as a response. Tensei basically yelling at him for not treating you right and how guilty he should be feeling for not only forgetting your birthday but also making you cry today.

Iida got work as Tensei explained everything to make the cookies. he was lucky enough to have everything he needed to make the cookies, even going out of his way to remind himself to put small written notes on the cookies themselves when he finished.

within that time, you were laying in bed, thinking about everything that Iida told you. you tried not to think about it, putting it on the fact that maybe he was stressed and forgot and everything just came tumbling out of his mouth. regardless, you tried to sleep, only to be awoken by a frantic knock.

you growled, slipping on one of Iida’s sweaters and going to the door. to your surprise, it was Iida himself, holding a plate of cookies and words coming out of his mouth like vomit.

“I am so sorry. I meant nothing I said earlier and I apologize for acting extremely out of line. I never meant to insinuate that I wanted to break up with you and I never wanted to in the first place. please forgive me.”

you stared at him, lifting an eyebrow before rolling your eyes playfully, “the next time you decide to say something like that, we’re over and you’re not getting another chance after that,” you stated, taking a bite of the cookie and instantly letting out a moan of pleasure, “holy shit, are these Tensei’s cookies?” he nodded as you snatched the plate out of his hand.

“that sucks that you made me cry tonight because we could have shared them but since you are on thin ice, these are mine! see you tomorrow, Iida!” you giggled, shutting the door on his face. “see you tomorrow, love.” he replied, a smile on his face as he made his way back to his dorm room to finish up some homework.

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mazuwii · 3 years

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Name: Sudden Meltdown You= Y/N Ackerman College AU

Fast forward two lessons and I was sitting in the stuffed cafeteria with a fat cake on my plate, trying my hardest to ignore every chaotic thing going on in the huge round hall by chewing on more than I could possibly handle.

"Uh oh, she's stuffing her mouth, why are you mad?" Pieck nudged me. I had no choice but to groan and roll my eyes. Porco and Zeke were sat in front of us, already knowing why I was irritated. "She won't shut the fuck up for one damn second," I mumbled, my gaze averted to Historia standing on the table, barking out bullshit.

Reiner and Annie let out a scoff in sync, both keeping their focus on their phones. Bertholdt laughed awkwardly and played with his fork. "It'll die down soon." He said.

"No, does she think she's some kind of main character or something? Her standing on the table and giving a speech about violence isn't going to stop Eren and Jean fighting like two petty drag queens." I rolled my eyes and continued. "If it did work then they would have stopped arguing by now."

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it." Yelena sat across Pieck and I with her usually half-empty tray. "No, everyone secretly finds it cringe, I can't be the only one."

"Mmm, I don't know Y/N, it seems like you are," Zeke smirked and slightly leaned out of the way. Suddenly, students from our class clapping for her came into my already crimson view. "I just want to drop-kick her damn it." I stabbed the cake, earning a tissue rubbing against my mouth and cheeks.

"Not while looking like a baby who can't feed themselves," Pieck said, wiping the corners. All of our friends chortled as she treated me like a child. "What a supportive friend you are(!)" I sighed and took my earphones out of my backpack so I could block out the blonde's agitating voice.

Why was I getting so mad? I had no idea. Perhaps it was because her words were so repetitive and held no meaning to them. "Maybe you're jealous." Porco smugly said. I responded with a growl. "Of what?"

"I don't know, the fact that almost every guy has had a crush on her or that she's prom queen every year or you aren't as feminine as her or maybe"-

"Shut up. I get it." I grunted, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring away from everyone. "Don't talk with your mouth open, Pocco."

"Don't tell me what to do! Peepee!"

Ignoring Pieck and Porco, my weakened glower settled on Reiner, who was boringly drinking water, leaning against the chair like a careless kid at a boring lecture. "Rei?" He suddenly stopped drinking, his eyes dragging to me creepily. He hummed with his cheeks full of liquid.

"You okay? I never see you eating nowadays." This was a better subject to start rather than that annoying short drama queen. The tall man grinned sheepishly and shook his head. "I ate too much in the morning so I don't have an appetite right now."

"I don't believe that, you aren't as beefy as you used to be," I snickered, squinting my eyes at him. "I bet Porco must be so happy now." Zeke abruptly said to himself. Our attention darted towards the bearded guy, making him look up and proceed. "He's jealous of Reiner's boobs and tries to grow his"-

"What?! Pfft no, I don't! Where d-did you get that from!?"

"Read it in your diary."

Porco began his usual rampage on privacy and why having Zeke as a roommate was like sharing with an obnoxious monkey, making us facepalm at the two. I turned towards Reiner who blushed slightly. I laughed and shook my head at how shy he could become.

By the time their argument turned into playful insults with Pieck and Yelena reacting to all their crappy comebacks, Bertholdt and Annie left the table with each other, in love as always. I got up from my seat and sat next to Reiner since the seat next to him was now empty.

"You know," He started, "You don't need to be jealous of Historia, you're just as good if not, better than her." The heat in my cheeks radiated my entire face. "At least to me," He added with a small smile, suddenly widening his eyes.

"Oh- sorry was that weird?" He laughed awkwardly. "Not at all, weirdo." I smiled at him, loving the view. How could Annie be staring at her phone when she had such perfection sitting next to her?

"Now come with me, let's both get some milk!" I snatched his hand and forced him up with me. He widened his eyes at how abrupt I was being, not having the heart to say no.

Reiner had some issues he never speaks about to people. He's amazing, the way he tries to heal his wounds by healing everyone else's. Out of all the questions I had, I'd have to ask him why. Why he covers his pain up by smiling, which technically is like adding wood to fire.

After taking a croissant and a cookie, I took him out to the benches on campus, no one really goes there now because it was raining in the morning.

Still, I threw my jacket on it and told him to sit down. Before he could decline, I pressed on his shoulders and forced him on it. The jacket was long enough for the both of us so I sat down right next to him.

"Reiner." I mumbled, biting into my cookie and shoving the croissant on his lap. "Y/N... I really"-

"Shut up and eat it, I'm sick of pretending to believe your lies."

His hand shook slightly and his lips quivered, turning his head away from me so that I wouldn't see. My heart shattered into a million pieces upon seeing him try to hide a cry.

"Rei..." I whispered, reaching for his slumped shoulder. "I'm just worried about you, we're besties aren't we?"

"Y/N... I don't deserve anything or anyone." He finally said. Despite the fact it was sad, at least he said something.

"No, please don't tell me this is how you've been thinking?" I bit my lip and remembered how he had PTSD and his room was all for himself, he had no roommate and stays in silence for the whole night, panicking with no one to help.

The silence he was giving me frustrated me more than it should, the fact that he wasn't saying anything about this. Judging by his weight loss it had been at least two weeks. "How long?" I asked carefully.

"Every night..." He finally looked at me. His usually golden, passion-filled eyes were dull with a spike of pain glistening in them. The corners bloodshot as he tried to contain the tears.

"You've been strong for too long, it's ok to cry..." I slithered my arm around his shoulders and gently laid his head against the crook of my neck. His shoulders shook and his breath was shaking as he finally let it out, sobbing into my neck.

From time to time, he'd let out a loud groan by accident, sniffling to lower his voice so that no one could hear but himself. "You matter so much to me, I swear to god, Rei." My fingers raked through his short blonde hair that had grown over time, my other hand rubbing his back.

"I want Reiner Braun. No one else." I told him, knowing why he was putting on the older brother impression all the time.

"He- He's nothing..."

"He's everything to me, why would you want to take away my everything?"

Suddenly, the sniffling stopped and the tears running down my neck halted at my sweater, soaking the collar. His face came into view when he sat up, gazing at me as if I had stated the craziest thing. His bronze pools switched from my left to my right pupil, drowning in my sincerity.

"You know how shit my days here would be without your dumb ass to flirt and make the most himbo jokes?" I giggled, my palm snaking up to his jaw and feeling his stubble gently prick my fingers as I caressed him.

Even though he hadn't said a word, I could only wish I made him feel better about himself because I had not only stated the truth, I exposed myself, my weakness. Although I don't show my appreciation as much as I should, I do need him, life would collapse without the idiot...

"Now, if you take my everything away from me, I'll despise you with every inch of my body," I said, melting when his hand laid on top of mine, leaning into my touch.

"That's not a lot of inches." He mumbled into my palm, making me lightly laugh. "Bastard." He weakly smirked at my playful insult.

"Come here." I sat on my knees so that I was higher than him and rested his head against my chest, my arms tight and secure around him.

"Mm..." I heard his muffled voice say, "Every time you hug me I feel so safe..." My heart skipped a beat, surely I wasn't supposed to hear that considering how low his voice was.

"You won't tell anyone... right?" He said, taking a deep breath in. I could sense him relaxing in my embrace, reassuring not only him but me.

"Of course not, let's just try and get you a break from school, a week should do it... right?" My hand rested on the back of his head even when he moved to face me.

"We have a lot of work for the school play though... the equipment needs building, who'll do the backstage lighting and help with props and what"-

"REI! Relax yourself, himbo. It's only a week."

"No."

"Reiiiii!" I whined, ignoring the thunder that had just struck. "Are you telling me you wouldn't want a week holiday with me?"

"I do, Y/N but we can't." He held onto my waist, careful not to squeeze my sides because he's well aware I'm ticklish there. "I can heal..."

My head unknowingly shook from side to side, "Rei you don't understand, I'm worried for you, healing by yourself... are you sure it'd work?" Silence...

Just as he was about to open his mouth, synced whistling broke our eye contact in the now heavy rain. Our gazes were met by the most annoying trio, Connie, Sasha and Jean wriggling their eyebrows at us. I heard Reiner uncomfortably sigh, cutting his breath off mid-way.

Abruptly, Jean began humming careless whisper out loud with his bothersome voice, Connie singing the lyrics with Sasha weirdly dancing in front of them as if they were in a ninja trio for matchmaking. "Tonight the music seems so LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD! BABY! IT'S BETTER THIS WAY!"-

"You kids never shut up," We all flinched at the sudden appearance of Levi in the rain, standing proudly at his size. "First of all, it's 'maybe it's better this way', second of all your singing is so bad that the thunderstorm got worse, third of all, Braun and Ackerman, both of you get to class this is not a cheesy ass romance movie!"

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Ok but Sasha Connie and Jean doing careless whisper is 100% canon, like it's too funny not to be true, I’m just chucking this into tumblr LMAO

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner #attack on titan #connie springer #levi ackerman #LMAO sorry I'm dumping ishdiefse

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uchukiyoo · 3 years

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Making me jealous Pt. 1

Prompt: Your boyfriend breaks up with you but he can’t seem to let go of you, as he sees you getting closer to another boy.

Pairing : Taeyong X Reader

Genre : Angst ? I guess

Word count : 2753

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Gosh…I'm so tired… You thought as you closed your laptop.

You had an essay to finish but nothing was coming out of your head, so you just decided to go to sleep.

As you were standing up from your chair to stretch your arms, you heard your phone rang. You picked up immediately after seeing your boyfriend's name on the screen.

“Hi babe, what's up?” You asked, looking at your alarm clock. It was almost midnight.

“Can you go out please? I'm right in front of the building.” He simply said, sounding a lot colder than usual

“What are you doing here at this hour??” You asked, feeling the stress in his voice

“Just come okay?”

He hung up and you quickly put your shoes on.

“What are you doing Taeyong? It's almost midnight!”

“I just needed to talk to you Y/N.”

“Couldn’t this wait?”

“No, I need to talk about…us”

You were scared because your kind of already knew what he was about to say.

“Wait, are you ...?”

“Yeah, I think we should break up...I mean, this relationship is blocking me in my career, and this is a chance I'll have just once in my life ... I don't want to waste it you understand? I still want to hang out with you... don't misunderstand this but...as friends? You can still come to the dorms and everything, but I think it'll be better if we just stopped dating. I'm too tired of having to hide this relationship...”

You couldn't reply so you just nodded and left. You heard him call you but you simply went back to your apartment.

And then, you cried. You cried all the tears you had. It was as if you could feel your heart literally break.

You understood why he was breaking up with you. You knew it was the right thing for him to do but you couldn't help but being selfish.

You loved him and needed him by your side.

You took a cold shower to try to clear your mind but all you did was cry and cry again until your head hurt.

Finally, you went to bed and fell asleep, trying not to think about the past year you had spent with him.

After spending an entire week just staying home, watching tv and sleeping, you decided to keep on visiting the boys at the dorms because after all, they were your friends...you’ll just have to ignore Taeyong.

You were about to start another episode of the show you were watching when you received a text from Jaehyun. He was asking if everything was fine since you hadn't visited them for a long time.

This was the sign for you to turn the page. You got dressed, applied a little bit of makeup and went out.

***

“Hi guys!” You shouted as you entered in the dorms

“Oh, hi Y/N! it’s been a while” replied Mark “If you’re looking for Taeyong he is practicing right now…”

“Oh, uh It's okay...I…I just wanted to see you guys!”

Apparently, no one knew about the breakup.

You greeted everyone and as you were walking towards the living room, Doyoung asked you:

“Since it’s gonna be Johnny’s birthday soon, we made a cake, we wanted to decorate it...but I’m scared we’ll just ruin the cake”

“Oh you need help?”

“Actually yes, you might be better at this than us”

“Let's go then!”

You washed your hands and headed towards the kitchen where he already had prepared all the stuff you’ll need.

You took the chocolate syrup and put a little bit in a bowl.

After everything was done with the cake, you had to clean up the mess but Doyoung wasn't having it and started a chocolate battle in the kitchen.

“ Oh really?! Okay, now we're going to play!” You shouted as you pressed the chocolate syrup bottle towards him

“Y/N, you don't know what you got yourself into!”

Doyoung threw flour at you, laughing

“Come here Kim Doyoung!” You screamed, putting chocolate on his cheek

"Oh, I'm here my little Y/N!” He retaliated by spraying whipped cream on you

You were about to make him regret this when you tripped and fell, bringing the boy with you.

You two fell on the ground, laughing like crazies...but at this very moment, Taeyong arrived and saw you on the floor, covered in chocolate and cream.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked, visibly disaproving of your presence in the dorms.

You stood up, a little flustered.

"We were making a cake, can't you see?”

"Yeah right...” he scoffed

He left, muttering to himself while Doyoung kept starring at you.

“What's wrong between you two?” He finally asked

"Nothing...”you replied, not wanting to tell him.

“You sure? Because this didn't look like ‘nothing’ ”

"I'm okay...don't worry. Let's clean this mess up.”

Heyy !

I’m publishing the first part of a little something i’ve had in my computer for a few months now ~ I hope you’ll like it ! If you have any requests you can tell me !

I’m a bit busy with uni but i’ll try to keep posting regularly !

Have a nice dayyy !

-Sun ☼

(english isn’t my first language, excuse me if there are mistakes :/)

#nct imagines #nct127 #nct ty #Taeyong #lee taeyong #nct lee taeyong #nct ff #nct127 ff #nct127 fanfiction #nct127 doyoung #nct doyoung #nct angst #nct127 angst #taeyong angst #nct dy #taeyong x reader #taeyong x y/n

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pangtasias-atelier · 3 years

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Dragalia Digest

Well, I come after several months with a story for a game that I’m sure none of y’all play lmao but I am not immune to stoic green dragon man that got me desperately playing Dragalia for a few weeks lol

This was originally meant to be a short story but it just kinda got longer and longer so here’s a 4.8k story about a really, really, really big Midgardsormr. Though the fat content isn’t like the entire story cause I just do that for some damn reason lol

WARNING: This story is a fat kink story. So like, if some rando finds this and you still click on this, that’s on you~

“Uhh, were we expecting any visitors?” Careful to shield his eyes from the blazing gaze of the sun, Ranzal peers up at the sky. Looming over his much thinner and shorter companion, the built mercenary stands besides Luca.

“None whatsoever,” The blue haired bunny archer stares at the small shadowy speck in the distance. His arms remain crossed as his line of vision follows his partner’s. “And it’s just the two of us guarding today,” A grin spawns across the width of his face from his thoughts. He reaches for his quiver and delft slots an arrow into his bow. “So, we’ll shoot now, ask questions later!” His shit eating grin plastered onto his face, his tongue sticks out a fraction of an inch.

“We ain’t doing that,” Ranzal swings his open palm down onto Luca’s head.

Luca’s bow and arrow immediately plop onto the floor as he nurses his aching head. “That hurt!” Gritting his teeth, his eyes return to the ever-encroaching shadow in the sky. He continues to grumble under his breath about his pain all the while he watches.

Ranzal ignores all of Luca’s comments, his mind more concerned with the vaguely familiar approaching figure. The encroaching figure’s speed far faster than either could ever hope to achieve running, it only takes a mere extra few seconds for Ranzal’s brain to process the figure. “You almost shot at one of the Greatwyrms, you idiot!” The crisis averted regardless, Ranzal still picks a fight with Luca for his recklessness.

“You’re the idiot who doesn’t know his own strength! It would’ve all worked out regardless!” The two facing each other, Luca on his tip toes in a poor attempt of sizing himself up to somewhat compare to Ranzal, a feat that Luca has no hopes in achieving, they completely fail to ignore the complete disappearance of the day’s calm weather. Light breezes of winds pick up, the blades of grass and other fauna swaying in the sun’s light. Their shouting match more important, their focus only returns to their original issue upon the two almost losing their footing from a particularly strong torrent of wind.

Their eyes widen as the wind Greatwyrm Midgardsormr flies above them by only a few feet; their eyes only widen further as a figure jumps off said Greatwyrm.

“Looks like I finally reached my favorite descendant’s humble abode,” Alberius outstretches his arms with a cheery grin. His eyes roam across the expansive open field only to find nothing but interspaced buildings.

“Euden ain’t here right now,” Ranzal decides to clear up Alberius apparent confusion.

“They all left for some training along with all the dragons, so it’s just good ol’ Ranzal and me here guarding the place,” Luca’s chest puffs out in pride.

“A fine duo for guards indeed. Then I will gladly help defend the castle grounds. It is the least I can do during such an impromptu visit,” The sun seemingly shines directly behind Alberius, his entire radiant figure gleaming in the light as his hair flutters in the wind behind him. However, he suddenly clears his throat. “Though my partner here is in need of-” The ground trembles upon Midgardsormr’s descent. Though a crash landing is more apt, a sizable indent in the ground where he let himself fall. “Mids just needs some rest, so a room would be much appreciated,” His voice picks up in speed and pitch. Midgardsormr glares at Alberius for using his nickname.

“The place where dragons usually hang out is all empty so I can show Mids over there while Ranzal shows you to a room in the castle,” Midgardsormr’s glare towards Alberius intensifies.

“No need,” Alberius raises an open palm in the air. A small chuckle escapes him with a small grin. “If I wish to foster better relationships between dragons and humans, then what better way to show those ideals than cohabitation? I shall rest and watch over Mids,”

“If you could point us to a building that would be much appreciated,” A light strain mars Midgardsormr’s voice yet he keeps a straight face throughout his fatigue.

“It’s that group of buildings over there,” Ranzal points behind himself, large similar looking buildings not too far off in the distance.

“Thanks,” With a quick wave of goodbye, Alberius takes a quick pace ahead of the trotting Midgardsormr, the Greatwyrm keeping a speedy pace as well.

“They sure are in a hurry,” Luca huffs to himself. His brows furrow.

“They’re probably just tired from all the flying, that’s all,” Ranzal smacks Luca in the lower back. “Now, back to patrolling,”

Luca dutifully marches beside Ranzal. The duo once again all alone with their unexpected visitors resting, the two joke back and forth amongst each other, Luca regaling about possible new tricks to use on their teammates upon their return. Their patrolling turns out to be more formality than anything. Soon, the sun begins its slow descent and the two call it quits. Upon their return to their rooms, the two pause in their tracks as a quick clang rings out.

"Questions first, shooting later," Ranzal stresses with a whisper, his eyes staring daggers at Luca. Luca simply sticks his tongue out. The svelte archer nimbly makes his way towards where the noise came from as Ranzal follows behind him.

Luca immediately stops upon turning another corner. He makes no noise when Ranzal bumps into him from behind from the unexpected stop. Listening in on their intruder, Luca's ears twitch. A clear lack of concern from their intruder is evident from the turned-on lights and humming, Luca remains still. The sound of rolling wheels adding to the noise, the intruder finally steps out.

Alberius pushes out a cart chock-full of varying plates of food. With a quick flick, he turns off the lights before bustling on down the hall with a pep in his step.

"Must have company over or something," Ranzal scratches the side of his head.

"Regardless, we're following him," Luca announces, his shoulders tense.

"Luca," Ranzal outstretches his hand, the limb hanging in the air above Luca's shoulder, Ranzal not used to hearing the archer sound so serious.

"I was saving that carrot cake for a rainy day," Luca cries out, wrapping his arms around Ranzal's waist as he buries his head in Ranzal's chest. "It's not fair,"

"Dumbass," Luca clinging to him for his dear life, Ranzal simply carries Luca by his ass. Following Alberius from a distance, he follows him all the way back to the buildings the dragons sometimes reside in.

Alberius none the wiser, he even leaves the door open.

"Quit your moping. It's not that serious," Ranzal pries Luca off of him and puts him back on the ground. "They were tired when they got here, so they were probably also low on supplies,"

"But so much food? Including my carrot cake," Luca dejectedly stares at the floor.

"Well, Midgardsormr is a dragon so he probably needs to eat a lot. I'll go and buy you a carrot cake at the market another day, my treat,"

"Deal!" Luca immediately cheered up figure perks up. "I've never seen a dragon eat before, so I'm not passing up this chance," Luca drags a willing Ranzal behind him. Though the two immediately stop at the scene that awaits them.

Midgardormr’s true form no longer in sight, he currently takes advantage of his human form. The change between forms is of no shock to Ranzal or Luca, Midgardsormr having elected to use his human appearance often, his new figure is the kicker.

Dwarfing even the size of his towering, built draconic form, Midgardsormr’s human form is, for a lack of better words, fat. The rooms constructed with dragons’ large frames in mind, Midgardsormr’s lard happily occupies every available inch. So many engorged, heavy rolls make up the entirety of his bloated body. A decent sense of proportions is somehow maintained despite Midgardsormr’s elephantine figure. His stomach large enough to smother a trio of beds pushed together, the pale oceanic blubber oozes on down onto the floor. An overwhelmingly large amount of fat swaddling his body, the lower roll making up a portion of his stomach is smothered by the upper tube of fat right above it and even smothers and obscures his navel. The middle roll of fat is wider to the point that one would find it easier to grab someone by the waist than to grab its love handle. The roll of fat right above it not as massively wide, it instead rests comfortably atop the roll below it. Still rather wide as well, the extreme width of said roll’s love handle is comparable to that of Ranzal’s bicep. His chest impacted from his new size just like his crushing gut, two bulbous sagging mounds of fat reside where a chest once was. Each breast alone is larger than a person’s head. Each one larger than even Midgardsormr’s bloated face. Both tits splay out to the side, the uppermost roll of his stomach making a fine bed for his pillowy breasts as they noticeably sink into his billowing fat. Connected to his great doughy chest is his numerous amounts of neck folds and extra chins, each smooshed up against one another and the lowest one even spilling onto the upper crests of his breasts. Connected to that is his face, most of the space taken up by his blubbery over bloated cheeks sagging with fat. His face hard to make out in the vastness of his corpulence, the main indicator of his face lies with his vibrant long mop of rich green hair that cascades down in between the crevices and folds of fat lining his back. His hair flowing onto his tail, his tail is completely invisible from the front with so much fat blocking the view. Two horns stick out on top of his head, though those are no longer as prominent as they once were with fat pooling around it in all directions. Midgardsormr’s arms bulge out on both sides of his face, the two pillar-like appendages forced at an angle from the bunched-up fat from the sides of his stomach. His arms are completely useless with both being unable to budge a fraction of an inch. The upper portions of his arms surpass the width of a tire. His elbow basically absorbed in his own arm fat, his forearm is far less as wide as his arm yet is still equally swaddled in so much fat so as to be incapable of movement. His wrist follows suit, the doughy circular mass of fat affixed to his forearm while also nearly swallowing his fingers. So bloated, the sausagey fingers are basically the only portion of his body that Midgardsormr can move, albeit for short periods of time. The entirety of his arms billowing in lard, his shoulders are practically nonexistent from being buried under so much flab. His back is covered in a litany of rolls just like the rest of his body; the flabby landscape is akin to a rolling field with the numerous mountains and valleys for folds of fat. Each fold cascading and jutting out alike, none of them compare to his couch sized ass cheeks. The shapeless lard stuffed ass pools out onto the floor behind him. His tail runs down the middle of his ass, the once large tail absurdly small in comparison to the extreme width of his ass. It rises into the air like the rest of his figure, so much bad placed on top of more fat to give the appearance of rising dough. His ass jutting behind him, his immovable elephantine legs jut out on both sides of his body. His great stomach takes up as much space as needed, his legs splaying out at somewhat of an angle as a result. Bits of what could be described as his inner thighs seep underneath his stomach however, most of his legs press against the doughy sides of his gut, rolls on his thighs and rolls on his stomach intersecting to create new folds of fat that seemingly mesh together. The entire length of his barrel shaped legs presses against his stomach with his fat having nowhere else to go. His thighs caked in vast amounts of fat, the width of one thigh alone surpasses that of even the largest of doorways. His shins sink into the mass of fat that is his thighs. His feet are in the same predicament, most of them swallowed by the quicksand of fat. Every single inch of Midgardsormr packed with copious, overly exaggerated piles of fat, Midgardsormr’s mammontine body is a caricature of a caricature.

“I brought you some food Mids,” Alberius is ignorant of his two guests. Unable to wheel an entire cart up the rolling hills of fat comprising Midgardsormr’s body, he instead carries the serving platters in his hands. He carefully navigates the oceanic pile of blubber that is Midgardsormr’s body, obviously used to doing so numerous times. Trekking upwards, he perches himself atop Midgardsormr’s breast, nestling his back directly in between the folds of fat where his arm and necks and cheek meet. Alberius rests the extra serving platter on Midgardsormr’s free breast. “This’ll help you get back your energy,” Alberius pats his round chipmunk cheeks with a smile. Alberius pauses as he notices his silence and the bright red blush adorning his face. “What’s wrong? You’re usually begging for-”

“We-” Midgardsormr wheezes out in response. “have guests, “He averts his gaze away from the dumbstruck Luca and Ranzal.

Alberius whips his head around. His eyes go wide. “I’ll be right back,” Patting Midgardsormr’s arm, he climbs down. Luca and Ranzal still outside, Alberius first closes the door as he steps outside. Or at least tries to, Midgardormr’s blubbery stomach wedged in the middle of the doorway. “Hello,” Alberius starts off rather meekly, the smile on his face only half formed. “I’m sure this isn’t something you expected to see,” He gives a weak chuckle before letting out a sigh. “Look, please keep this to yourselves. Mids is rather embarrassed about the whole thing,”

“How soft is he?” Piping up, Luca completely ignores Alberius as he stares behind him.

“Huh? Well, he’s pretty soft, I guess?” Alberius fumbles his words.

“I doubt he’s more than just ‘pretty soft’,” Luca walks past Alberius, his eyes purely focused on the soft, fleshy pile of lard in front of him. His grubby little hands press down into Midgardsormr’s stomach, his entire wrist and more sinking into it. “This is way better than soft! Hey Ranzal, you gotta try this!”

“What do you think you’re doing!” Voice rising in intensity, Midgardsormr panics as Luca lets himself fall into his stomach. “Stop your ridiculousness,” Midgardsormr attempts to squirm, however he only succeeds in wobbling the entirety of his fat around, rolls of lard sloshing into one another.

“He’s even got a vibrate function,” Luca teases with a content sigh.

Ranzal still with Alberius, he merely sighs. “So, curse got him or something?” He gestures towards Midgardsormr.

“Not exactly,” Alberius hesitates, focusing on using all his brainpower for what to respond with. “He, just kinda really enjoys human food,” Alberius shrugs, awkwardly laughing.

“Oh,” Ranzal stares at Midgardsormr who is struggling against an eager Luca.

“Yeahhhhh,”

“So, you’ve been feeding him so much he got this big?” Ranzal raises a brow.

“W-well we both enjoyed it so it just kinda happened! Only his human form is affected from all his eating so we kinda reasoned it’d be fine, and it is. He looks rather dashing like this if I do say so myself,” Beginning to regain his gushing nature over Midgardsormr, Alberius gives a confident grin. His teeth gleaming, his eyes are closed as he speaks next. “So, I’d be grateful if you don’t say a word to anyone about this,” A response not given, Alberius opens his eyes. The spot in front of him devoid of another person, Alberius turns around.

“You sure do like to eat huh? Well, lucky for you, I’ve got plenty of recommendations for good stuff,” Ranzal in front of Midgardsormr’s oozing stomach, he grabs a serving platter full of meat. “Looks like you probably know way more about food than me at this point,”

“Great idea, Ranzal!” Carefully navigating himself off Midgardsormr’s overly plush and soft, cushiony stomach, Luca joins Ranzal in fetching him food. He focuses more on grabbing sweets and treats rather than the hearty filling of meat like Ranzal.

Alberius stands with his mouth slightly agape. Not expecting such a rather positive reaction from the two, his confused eyes gaze up towards Midgardsormr. His eyes gaze back down at Alberius and instead of confusion plastered all over his face, embarrassment mars the wide, doughy landscape of his cheeks.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” A bit of panic seeps into his voice as he stares wide eyed at the two overeager men. Encumbered by the mountainous pile of flab making up his body, his only hope for assistance is Alberius, the man too surprised to help him out.

“Giving you a helping hand,” Ranzal plops himself down where Alberius once was. Holding his tray with a shocking amount of delicacy, the overflowing tray manages to avoid a single spill as its holder makes itself comfortable in between the crevice of where Midgardsormr’s chins, arms and chest meet.

“Yeah! Hafta make sure you’re nice and full; you’re our guest afterall,” With an abundance of cheer and pep in his voice, Luca gladly takes a seat on the other side of Midgardsormr akin to Ranzal’s position. “Your partner sure brought you a ton of food. It must take him forever to feed it all to you. We're just speeding up the process,”

“I do not mind the time it takes for Mids’ appetite to be sated. His stomach rivals the depths of the hungry sea and I have placed it upon myself to aid him,” Alberius gloats to himself, proud of his nonsensical statement. “Though on the other hand...” Alberius turns his attention even further away from Midgardsormr’s predicament as he finds himself increasingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Alberius!” Midgardsormr shouts, a slight huff to his voice from the mere effort. “Do so-” The rest of his sentence becomes muffled nonsense as Luca shoves a forkful of his carrot cake into his mouth.

“See, he’s fine with it. Just relax already, big guy,” The serving tray resting on his lap, uca pats Midgardsormr’s tube of fat for an arm.

A generous portion of cake placed into his mouth, zero words are needed to coax the embarrassed, reluctant dragon. His hunger always creeping up on the back of his mind, he obediently chews on the mildly sweet and moist dessert. Despite the heaping helping of cake, it only takes him a few moments for it to all go down his greedy gullet. A slight chill escapes his voice as he speaks next, a clear, obvious contentment to his bashful face. “I am not-” His sentence once again ends up rendered pointless with another serving of food offered right to his mouth, this time by Ranzal.

“If ya got time to complain, then ya got time to eat,” Ranzal grins and watches Midgardsormr chew through the half portion of steak, his bulbous cheeks wobbling to and fro from the simple act of eating. Ranzal leans back into the comfort of Midgardsormr’s arms and cheeks, his bulk sinking into a fair amount of his plush body.

“I,,,,” Quickly finishing the second offering, Midgardsormr struggles to get a coherent thought out, his stomach doing most of the thinking for him. His half-lidded eyes switch between Ranzal and Luca. Even that movement is groggy and sluggish, as if any sort of movement is foreign to him. “I’m hungry,” Huffing out the words, the last portions of his embarrassment scream at him, yet his stomach thanks him as more food finds its way into his cavernous mouth.

“Happy to help, big guy,”

“All you had to do was say something,”

Midgardsormr finds himself unable to even come up with a retort to either of them, his mind simply focusing on the delectable dishes offered to him as he gobbles them all down. A generous portion of food enters his mouth only for another to be promptly stuffed inside the instant he finishes the former. Ranzal and Luca offering the barest of times in between each offering, Midgardsormr finds zero complaint in such a speedy stuffing. His oceanic gut churns as it craves more and more food, the numerous servings of food already stuffed inside him merely a start meant to whet his appetite. Human food having such an effect on him since his very first taste of the cuisine, he simply found himself unable to get enough of the food. Alberius far too eager to feed him, Midgardsormr’s appetite directly grew alongside his waistline. With two people eager to stuff him full of such delicious food, his stomach yearns for more. As when Luca finds his tray devoid of any food, Midgardsormr mentally whines at the minimal break in pace, Ranzal’s speedy stuffing still not enough. Or when Ranzal goes to fetch him more food as well upon Luca’s return, the two planning their switches to keep a steady pace of food going into his mouth at all times. And he eats it all willingly. Far too willingly, his body basically begging for every morsel they toss his way. Until the food ends up all gone, an entire cart’s worth of food able to serve as a veritable feast stuffed inside the expanse of his stomach. A bit of a huff escapes past his lips, his flushed rounded cheeks huffing and puffing for air.

Alberius remains completely ignorant to the current ongoing events. The rather loud huffs coming from Mids and the increasingly loud churning in his stomach falls on deaf ears. He merely paces around a bit as he continues to mutter to himself. “It does take me a rather long time to feed him,” He paces around a bit. “And that’s just for one feeding,” Alberius’ concentration only breaks upon hearing Midgardsormr’s needy voice.

“Alberius,” Mids whines. He breathes heavily, the entire mass of food sitting comfortably in his stomach. A tiny spackle of food smears his lips and cheeks.

“Yes,,,” Alberius stares wide eyed at Mids. He instinctively steps forward a few paces before he ends up right in front of Mids’ stomach and places a gentle hand on the upper lip of one of his many rolls.

“I’m hungry,” The statement leaves his lips as plainly as he thought of it, his aching stomach craving and wanting for me.

“No problem! I’ll serve you,,,,” Turning to the cart, he freezes mid step. His mind races as he comprehends that the entirety of the cart has been devoured.

“Don’t tell me you thought that was enough to fill him up,” Luca chides as he cheerfully lies on top of Midgardsormr.

“He’s been practically begging all this time. Seems like he’s been holding back quite some time,”

Hearing the implication, Midgardsormr goes to speak only for him to find no words, his face flushing a bright vibrant red.

“Mids,,,” Alberius elects to speak instead. His own face matches the intensity of Mids’ blush. “I’ll bring you all the food I can!” Storming off in a rush, a fervent intensity in his step.

The overall rather silent atmosphere of the night ends up disturbed a few minutes later as Alberius’ soft grunts sound out. His figure approaching, he comes with two carts this time alongside a bundle full of an assortment of bread. “This was,” Alberius takes a pause to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he takes in several gulps of air. “This was everything I could find,” A radiant smile illuminates his face before he goes to place as much food as he can on a serving tray. Upon grabbing as much as possible, he climbs up the roll ridden hill that is Midgardsormr’s body. He gently moves aside Midgardsormr’s mane of green hair before sitting on the plush rolls of back fat. Able to get a better view of Mids’ face, he peers down at him with a gentle smile. He brings a bread roll to his mouth, Mids’ devouring it whole. “You should’ve told me you haven’t been feeling full as of late. You always brushed me off when I asked about you being so tired often,”

“I’ve been eating way too much lately,” Mids takes another bread roll. “You’ve been spending so much on food just for me,”

“That’s it?” A small snicker escapes past Alberius. “Seriously?” His snickering erupts into laughter. “Mids, it’s more likely that you’ll eat everything before I run out of money,”

“You don’t have to be so blunt,” Mids murmurs.

“I’m sorry but it’s true. And if you’re worried about me spending too much, just know that your happiness is worth more than anything else,” Bubbling laughter still escaping him, Alberius reaches for more food with a renewed vigor. “Now, to make sure you actually end up full tonight,”

His fear turning out to be completely mundane, Mids holds back his remark at Alberius’ placating yet loving remarks. Both from embarrassment and from having his mouth being stuffed with food. The two’s conversation over, Ranzal and Luca get off Midgardsormr to grab some more food as well. Not having been used to two people feeding him yet adjusting to that quite well, he finds no issue in adjusting to three people impatient to stuff him. His cheeks caked in fat, the jutting mounds of flab hide the ridiculous amounts of food stuffed inside his hungry maw at all times. Barely able to keep up with the supply of food, his mouth sluggishly gives each dish a few chews before swallowing it to make room for the next batch of food coming his way. So much food packed inside, the individual flavors and textures jumble together. Yet his addiction to human food is all the same, Midgardsormr greedily devouring it all while still wanting for more. His stomach is so vastly bloated that even as he slowly begins to feel his aching hunger subside, the hill of fat appears no different than before, zero tautness in the blubbery expanse of his gut. However, before he can fully claim himself as full, Alberius’ loving face peers down at his.

“Sorry to say, but we’re fully out of food,” Both hands gripping the tip of Mids’ horns, Alberius leans down for a quick peck, his face neatly slotting itself between all of Mids’ fat. “Did you end up full at least?” Both Ranzal and Luca gone, the two having left after confirming there was no more food in the entire castle, Alberius goes to make himself comfortable. He lies down in between the jutting crevice of Mids’ chest where each moob juts out to the side. He rests his head right on Mids’ multiple folds where his chins and necks mold together.

“Almost,” Mids admits, a slight bit of sadness sounding in his voice.

“Wait, seriously!?” Alberius’ face turns a violent tinge of red. “That’s kinda hot,” He admits as his hands rub at as much of Mids’ expanse as they can reach. “Then next time I’ll make sure to get you enough food to where you’re begging me to stop feeding you,” A small yawn makes it past Alberius’ lips. The infectious yawn worms its way into Mids’ mouth before he lets one out too; the entire expanse of his body jostles and jiggles from the action, Alberius taken along for the ride as the human bed shakes beneath him.

“You better,” Mids merely replies, the overtaxing churning of his gut making him rather drowsy.

“Once we make it to Hinomoto I will,” Alberius lazily pats whatever fold of fat his hand rests on. “If we leave first thing in the morning, we should make it in a few days,”

“Deal,” Letting out one final prolonged yawn, Mids begins to snooze off, his entire body rising and falling with each breath he takes.

Come morning, the two guards find zero trace of their visitors besides a completely barren kitchen and a hefty bag of gold.

“So, what’re we gonna say happened?” Luca scratches the side of his head as he stares at the vacant room where Alberius and Midgardsormr once were.

“We go out for drinks, then we replenish the pantry,” Ranzal happily holds up the bag of gold in his hand. “Then we split the rest that’s left,”

“Deal!” The two head off on their merry way to enjoy their day, yesterday knight a pleasant experience decided to be kept as their little secret.

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