#''you cant get mad at the worker woman; you have to get mad at the institution'' no im mad at the individual woman too

[dysaniadisorder]

i hate how normalized military is in the us im gonna rip my hair out

[jeridandridge]

Hardest of Hearts

Melissa helps you handle a life changing event. CW: talk of Abortion

A/N: This is a different angle on a trope we’ve seen many times. I decided to explore the other side of a very real situation.

On a Friday afternoon you sit at your usual table with Melissa and Barbara tapping away on your phone lost in your own thoughts. The senseless chatter from Janine and Jacob going on behind you doesn’t even register as you look at the test results on your phone screen.

“Hey you okay, hon?” Melissa sits looking at you concerned.

You can’t do anything but nod and give her a tight smile as your heart beats fast against your ribcage.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Barbara asks in the most comforting way only Barbara knows how.

Letting out a sigh you lock your phone and reach out for your water bottle instead. “I’m okay, really.” It was a lie, but none of your co workers needed to know your personal business. Especially Barbara and Melissa.

The redhead looks at you with something in her eyes that you cant place and you feel like you could cry right there. Being in love with the woman didn’t help your current situation. Getting up abruptly you give the group a tight smile as you gather your things. “I have some stuff to catch up on, you guys have a good weekend.”

As you walk out of the lounge you try to keep it together long enough to get up to your classroom. Looking at the clock you take a shaky breath realizing you have two hours left. It would be an easy rest of the day, you’d been letting the kids work on their own on a project anyway. You could make it.

As soon as your kids are gone you grab your bag and keys slipping out to your car before you can see any of your co workers in the hallway. On your drive away from Abbott you replay that day in your head. Melissa being mad at Gary all day. You planning on asking Melissa to dinner. Gary showing up at the last possible minute for a Valentine’s Day surprise. You meeting your friends at the bar. You going home with one of them. Now here you are pregnant according to your blood tests.

“Stupid.” You huff under your breath. You were always careful. Never hooking up with strangers, always using condoms. Now on your way home you come to the firm decision that you’re not ready to be a mother. You couldn’t even keep a plant alive. You had no right bringing a child into the world when you were still figuring your life out and living in a shoebox of an apartment.

Parking and going inside you lock yourself in for the weekend planning on trying to relax before making an appointment at the clinic for as soon as possible. That’s when you decide you’ll tell Melissa what’s going on. You might not have gotten the girl, but you did trust her with your life.

As the evening goes by, you receive a few texts from Melissa asking how you are and what’s going on but you leave your phone alone. Sitting with a book in your lap you try to escape reality for just a moment, only to be brought out of the story by a consistent knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” You call out getting off the couch. Looking through the peep hole you sigh when you see the redhead standing there with her hair up, hoodie on, and a bag in hand. Opening the door you keep your hand on the knob opening it just enough.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been acting weird and weren’t answering my texts so I thought I’d come by.” She shrugs holding up the bag from the store. “I brought treats and I miss you.”

Sucking in a breath you nod opening the door for her to come in. “I’ve been around,” you say softly.

“Yeah hon but something’s goin on. Can we talk about it?” She asks as you lock the door once more.

“There’s not much to talk about, Mel. Honest.”

Not believing a word you say yourself, it doesn’t shock you when the redhead looks at you with an unamused expression.

“Hon,” she sighs, “I don’t know what I did, but you’ve been kinda avoiding me all week, what’s goin on?”

Plopping down on the couch you bring your knees up to your chest, the redhead sitting across from you. God she was pretty.

“It’s not you, Mel. I swear. It’s a me thing and hopefully soon I won’t have to worry about it.”

Melissa reaches out gently cupping your cheek. For just a moment your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the contact.

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re talkin to the queen of hiding emotions.” She teases you with a small smile.

Taking a breath you gently reach for her hand removing it from your cheek so you can hold it, a gentle squeeze from the older woman grounding you.

“I’m only going to tell you this because we’re friends and I trust you with my life.” You start, your hands shaking as a cold sweat hits you.

“About a month ago, I went out and did something stupid. Now I’m pregnant.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hands.

“And I can’t keep it.” You let out as the tears start to burn your eyes.

“Oh hon,” she moves forward to hug you, but before she can you reach out resting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her perfume hits your nose and that only adds to your

“If you hug me right now I think I’ll fall apart.” You all but plead with her.

The redhead nods putting her hands in her lap as you sit in front of her practically shaking.

“What can I do?” Is all she asks. And that’s when the dam breaks.

Tears fall down your cheeks in anger and sadness, undoubtedly making you look psychotic. You wished you could tell her everything, but you can’t. Not now.

“Take me to the clinic?”

The redhead looks at you with watery eyes nodding. “I got you.” She hums gently offering you her hand.

Reaching out you open your arms, finally ready for a hug as you calm your breathing. you hold onto Melissa like she’s your lifeline, a raft keeping you afloat in dangerous waters. She holds you as if you’re going to disappear into thin air.

From that moment on the weekend turns into a blur. That night you climb into bed with Melissa beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles against your back through your shirt. You want to turn over and wrap around her but think better of it. You’re close enough, you won’t ruin it.

The next morning you wake up with Melissa’s arm wrapped around you and her front pressed to your back in a warm embrace beneath the blankets. When you shift you realize she’s already awake, moving back a bit to let you move.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your weekend.” You hum moving to face her.

Jade eyes meet yours and soft pink lips curl into a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, hon. My weekend was gonna be crappy reality tv and grocery shopping.”

“Not doing anything with Gary?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“Oh that,” she hums. “Yeah that’s over.”

She says it so nonchalantly, you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not for her.

“Oh.” Is all you say and that’s where that conversation ends despite you wanting to know more.

As the weekend goes on you’re pampered by Melissa. She makes sure you eat and stay hydrated, and is right by your side when the clinic calls you back in the afternoon.

“The earliest appointment possible would be great.” You hum into the phone as the redhead gently rubs your back. “Yes, thank you.”

Hanging up you set the phone down and tip your head back letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have to call in on Monday.”

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it.” She says moving for her phone.

“What are you gonna say? It’s a little strange for both of us to need the morning off isn’t it?” You worry, hoping Ava doesn’t ask her too many questions.

“Let me handle Ava, hon. I won’t tell her anything personal.”

“I know you won’t.” You nod. “I just- yeah.” You lean against the counter bringing your hand to your forehead. Your mind was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it. Watching Melissa tap on her phone you look down at the floor zoning out.

“All set, hon.” She assures you with a warm smile. “Now what’s goin on over there?” She asks coming up to your side again.

“Nothing, just- thank you.” You tell her sincerely, hoping that’s enough for now.

As the clock ticks you toss and turn on Sunday night unable to calm down. Laying in the dark you sigh under the sheets. Melissa wraps her arm around you once more, brining you closer to her.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” She gently squeezes you.

You don’t know when, but you manage to fall asleep even if it’s just for a couple hours. Waking up to the sound of your alarm going off you let out a huff staying in the warm bubble you and Melissa were in.

“Hon, you awake?” She hums reaching over for your phone turning the alarm off.

“I’m up.” You whisper not bothering to move from the tangle of legs and the arms you’re being held in. “Thank you, for all of this, Mel.” She can think you just mean being there or taking you for your procedure, but this very moment is enough.

“I’m honored you trust me, hon.” She hums kissing your temple. “We should get moving.”

Knowing she’s right you yawn, sitting up and stretching out as you both get up for the day ahead. Brushing your teeth and washing your face you and Melissa move around your tiny bathroom comfortably as if you do this all the time.

“Did they tell you what to do for aftercare or anything?” She asks brushing out her curls.

“Basically no strenuous activity, I’m gonna have a little bit of bleeding and discomfort.” You shrug trying to play it off. Deep down you were scared of what to expect after, but you knew this was the right decision. Having Melissa at your side even if you haven’t told her your feelings is enough.

“When we get back you’re not doing a damn thing.” She tells you in a voice that tells you not to argue. “Take a nap and let me cook.”

“Well I can’t tell a Schemmenti to stay out of a kitchen now can I?” You joke through a nervous laugh.

“Especially after something like this.” She nods moving through the room to get her boots on.

Watching her from the bathroom you take everything in. The lamp in the room is dim, and her hair cascades down her back in red waves. With everything she’s done for you, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

“Mel, can I tell you something?” You asks keeping your eyes on the doorframe.

“Hon, at this point you can tell me anything.” She chuckles tying her laces.

“I’ll understand if you change your mind about taking me this morning. But I need to get this out before I go in there.” You let out in a shaky breath.

Melissa stands back up coming over to you gently taking your hands in hers. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me. I ain’t goin anywhere.” She promises.

Looking at your fingers laced with hers, you take a deep breath before you meet those gorgeous green eyes again.

“I- this is horrible timing.” You laugh sadly shaking your head.

Melissa lets go of one hand reaching up to gently tip your chin up. “Are you gonna tell me or should we get ready, go, and talk about us when you’re feeling better?” She asks you as if she already knows. The way she looks at you tells you she knows.

Swallowing hard you nod, keeping your hand in hers.

Something shifts. The fear you had starts to lift as you walk out to her car a little while later. In your sweatpants and hoodie you sink into the passenger seat with your bag and water bottle taking deep breaths.

Watching the redhead get in the car she settles herself and starts it up, pulling out of your apartment complex. Going through the streets it’s relatively quiet in the city, some people are just going home and some are getting ready for a long day. As you get closer to the clinic you feel Melissa’s hand on yours stilling your shaking you hadn’t realized was happening.

“Is Barb gonna hate me?” You ask quietly, thinking of how you dragged her best friend into this mess. She was a Christian woman after all.

“Barb doesn’t need to know your business,” Melissa shakes her head. “But if you do tell her, she’s Barb, hon. She’s not gonna hate you ever. Especially when you’re with me.” She squeezes your hand with a soft smile.

The rest of the drive goes fine after that. You do your breathing and hold Melissa’s hand, only looking up as you pull into the lot where you were instructed to go to. Parking, Melissa gets out with you giving you a sense of relief. “I told ya I’m not goin anywhere.”

And sure enough she doesn’t. Through the paperwork and exam process, Melissa is by your side holding your hand. When you wake up from the procedure she’s there in the waiting room as you’re pushed out in the wheel chair. The kind nurse that was there from the start takes you out to the car making sure you get in safely with Melissa’s help.

Sitting groggy and sore you look at Melissa through the window with hooded eyes as she speaks to the woman, realizing you fell for her for all the right reasons. The drive home is a slow one. Melissa takes her time making sure to avoid as many potholes as possible, driving cautiously enough to have people honking at her.

“Yeah yeah go around me.” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t use the car bat.” You mumble the joke out, eyes still closed in the passenger seat. When you wake up to Melissa carefully opening the car door you feel her hand stroking your cheek.

“Hon, cmon let’s get you inside.”

Sitting up you blink a couple times, swinging your legs out of the car you wince as you get up.

“Nice and easy.” She encourages wrapping her arm around your waist.

Leaning into her you walk slower than usual into the building. You were happy you had an elevator. Up to your apartment Melissa keeps you close, keeping her arm around you as you unlock the door.

“Let’s get you to bed, hon.”

“Come with me?” You ask quietly, as if she hadn’t already told you she knows how you feel about her. She was so understanding of everything and on top of that you were so tired you could cry.

The redhead nods, gently rubbing your back as you go back to where you started your day just a couple hours ago. Getting your shoes off Melissa helps you lift your legs onto the bed, putting the blanket over you. Laying there in your still dark room you wait for the redhead to join you, her arms immediately going around you as she lays down.

When you feel her lips meet your temple in a soft kiss you let out a content sigh, drifting off to sleep with your hand over hers.

[trances-and-tentacles]

hi~! I'm trances-and-tentacles but you can just call me tentacles, or trances, or whatever you feel is right.

Minors do not interact, my blog is strictly 18+

I'm a trans girl in my 20s, I use she/they pronouns (but exclusively it/its if youre degrading me) and I'm a demi-demi lesbian :3

I'm pretty horny, very very kinky, and have two wonderful girlfriends. Im vers and a MASSIVE switch. I kinda consider myself T4T but if a cis dyke wants me I'm not gonna refuse. Cis guys will be blocked. I reserve the right to block anyone else for whatever reason as well.

Be aware that this is a sideblog and I cant send/receive DMs, and because tumblr works very well it likes to hide my asks sometimes, so expect a bit of delay there lol

Feel free to send a nude or a fantasy of what you want to do with me in my inbox, or just degrade me and call me a stupid slut who gets off to it.

Kink list is below (faves are in bold and purple)

Biting

Blood?

Body writing

Bondage (particularly rope)

Breeding

CNC (emphasis on the first C!)

Conditioning

Degradation

Dehumanization

Edging and orgasm denial

Exhibitionism

Free use

Goddess/sub dynamic

Guided masturbation

Humiliation

Hypnosis. oh my fucking god hypnosis.

Knife play?

Limited public sex stuff

Masochism

Objectification

Overstim?

Owner/pet or owner/sub dynamic

Petplay

Praise

Predator/prey dynamic

Punishment

Robot stuff

Sadism

Scent

Sexual favors

Somno

Tentacles

Limits and other important things:

Scat and piss

Sissy stuff

Feeder/feedee

Bimbofication

Detransition/misgendering

Orientation play

Misogyny

Serial recruitment

Hucow stuff

Breath play

Most harder kinks that aren't on the list above this one

I am not looking for a long-term dom

I am not looking for a long-term sub

I won't post pics of myself here

I won't hypnotize you on demand, nor will I trance for you on demand, thats just not how I do things

I won't give you my main (if you know it already or suspect you know it just keep quiet)

I'm not selling content

I don't have the time to listen to super long hypno files, and text hypno doesn't work on me very well

Sex work is work and sex workers are workers, die mad about it

I am a trans woman, not a sissy or a femboy or a man

Don't try to date me, I'm happy in my current relationship and im demiromantic

I don't use a safe word for myself on this blog but you will know when I want something to stop. Respect that or get blocked

Another note: i am fairly new to the hypnosis community and trying to learn more about hypnotizing others, so if you have any resources or advice that you think might help with that then please send them my way

anyways enjoy your stay! :3

[charliechaotic]

I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HIM 🙏💙

LETS FUCKING GO. OKAY OKAY SO WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO HEAR IS ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT AND THE ACCUMULATION OF A BUNCH OF MADNESS OF ALMOST TWO YEARS (JUN 10TH BEING THE EXACT TWO YEAR MARK) OF HAVING HIM, STARTING FROM A ROLEPLAY MISCOMMUNICATION THAT I ROLLED WITH. MY FAVORITE BOY WAS AN ACCIDENT !!!

RIGHT RIGHT OKAY SO!!

Wren Sonnet is NOT initially a rottmnt oc, hopefully obvious seeing as I only got into that VERY recently whrje

Wren was made from a heroes and villains oc city rp!! Wren himself is a low ranked villain, but we'll get to that hehehehe

Oh man, okay Im gonna be doing this minimal edits style to get across the absolute madness I feel over him so I do need to warn that theress kinda child experimentation and child neglect stuff that Iii think ill put under a cut just in case?? I have a somewhat hard time telling what needs a tw sometimes so lemme know if I miss anything ^^

Basically, at age 6, Wren's mother sells him to a hero named Euphoria. Hero as in the cities legal term, not storywise, evidently!!

Euphoria was a man blinded and orphaned in an incident from a group of magicfolk, and uhh he's. yah he's SUPER anti magic. AND A HYPOCRITE BECAUSE HIS ASS IS USING A MAGIC AMULET TO HAVE SIGHT AND WINGS!! HE SUCKS!!!!

But yeah back to Wren uhh his power starts off as simple tech manipulation, basically altering code! He's need to actually understand code to use this effectively though

Through the course of a few years, Wren is experimented on, and his power breaks. His SOUL breaks- see, Relsian(Relsia is the city) magic is based on your soul, and if damage comes to your soul? Your magic is damaged. Euphoria experimented on Wren to alter his power to be more 'useful' to him, intending to turn him into a sidekick.

At age 9, Wren escapes. But not unscathed.

See, Euphoria's hired scientist, a woman named Lydia, used memory magic as he left, trying to prevent him sharing what happened to him. But in her rush, it messed up his memory! His memories tend to be a bit blurry, having gaps in them- he makes it work, but it can be hard. Anything in his time in the lab or prior is completely locked away, and he has trouble recalling the few years following that-

When he escaped, he was found by his siblings! Rowan and Raven- twins. They were 13 when they found him. And 13 when they had to start raising their own brother :( Their mom left and their dad never met them so cowabummer amiright

(starting to be rushed 😔 )

Wrens powers have shifted into this messed up form of teleportation, in a way. Basically, his soul magic has been altered to 'Glitch' him from place to place, basically taking him apart and putting him back together somewhere else- It can be developed further, but its rare he ever manages that, and those are usually Bad Timelines

The twins work and saved and eventually manage to start renting a bookstore / apartment! They live above the store.

And eventually, Wren decides he wants to help. Rather than trying to find an number of the somewhat illegal workplaces that would let a 13 year old kid work there, he takes up ✨crime✨ !

So our boy Wren goes about stealing stuff to pawn, and he's getting dumb about it. He catches the attention of a miss Scarlet Munroe, the leader of Karma Corp, a criminal organization. They steal and sell things, splitting the money two ways: donating to charities and paying the workers.

Scarlet knows she cant keep this kid from doing this, but she knows she can help him do it in a way that is going to be safer for him. So she does.

He becomes Python, a low tier villain. All he really does is steal- and yet he catches the attention of a bigtime hero? He doesn't know what he did to get on Euphoria's list of enemies, but he knows he doesn't trust that guy.

Wren gets merch of himself to not blow his cover on knowing so much about Python, actibg like a fanboy because he thinks the guys just kinda neat, no other reason-

FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION!! He's on a baseball team!!

Phil Bloomfield - Coach (Wings) [He/Him]

Mercury 'Merc' Bloomfield (Healing) [He/She]

Cherry [She/They]

Paloma 'Plum' [He/They/It]

Jellybean 'JB' (Food Creation) [They/Them]

Kestrel 'Kel' (Theyre a Dragon magicfolk) [They/Them]

Sage [She/Her]

(Sage and Kel are dating btw :3)

OH YEAH WRENS WEAPON OF CHOICE IS A STAFF AND IT WAS GENUINELY INSPIRED BY DONNIE AT FIRST AND NOW IM ACTUALLY GETTING INTO TMNT IT FEELS SO FUNNY???

Also he uses it because he finds it a better weapon to avoid hurting others TOO much. He only ever wants to immobilize or injure, never risk killing, and uhhh swords (no matter how cool they are) tend to be a little too murdery for him

and JB and their brother Jam are the technical owners of a pizzaplace called J&Js and it is the BEST in Wren's opinion. (JB makes up food challenges like how fast can you eat a super spicy pizza kinda thing, but its mostly to trick Wren into accepting free food by earning it somehow- my boy is poor but stubborn)

uhhh my brain is dry!! Ask questions and Ill add on more info :D

[domesticabuser]

It's so funny seeing people get mad at you for saying that drawn porn is better than real porn. Like yes which is more harmful, a drawing or a video of a woman being raped (which most of the porn you'll find online is exactly that.) And like you said, even in circumstances where women have "control," they're still setting themselves up to be objectified by hundreds of thousands of predatory men online. But then again I wouldn't expect any different from the website where half the users are middle-class white women who set up fanslys for fun.

to be honest it just seems like everytime somebody who has actually been a sex worker (me) says that the sex industry is evil they just get attacked and have any sort of bad label attached to them because then other people cant whack their dicks guilt-free , they have to think about the morality of what theyre doing/viewing and cumming is simply more important to them than peoples lives. So

[p0stmortem]

What ARE your thoughts on cat woman?

Hmm... where to begin, ill start off saying ive only scratched the surface with my batman media so bare with me lol

Big novel under the cut, enjoy

Catwoman/Selina has alway made me mad even when I knew nothing about her. I think we all know that for the most part shes simply an eye candy piece that sticks to batmans side every once n a while.

Her designs have always been impractical gimp suits that air seal to her body and her story changes to whatever fits best next to bruce. Sometimes shes a sex worker of color dealing with poverty and corruption, sometimes shes... a white night club owner apart of the highest social ladder but only because the writer wanted scenes where Selina clings onto bruces arm for dear life. What the fuck ever right? Not even going to get into the casual racism of such a writing decision.

Personally, for me Catwoman has always been a character who is queer, a minority, and impoverished. In the face of super villians like the joker, twoface, penguin, and the mob families, Catwoman is just a person. She doesn't have the money to carry herself out of shit, she doesn't have second chances, she is literally just a person and thats what makes her interesting to me as a character in the batman universe. If shes caught, shes not going to Arkham asylum shes just going to prison.

Going back to design, her classic sleak leather suits and high heels have alwayyysss pissed me off. Shes supposed to be a stealthly theif and a seasoned fighter. Batman 2022 had the right direction by turning her usual tight suit into biker gear and a cut beanie but I was fucking wicked when I saw her fingerless gloves and lovely stiletto nails. Selina cant afford to get caught and you give her an outfit where she can leave fingerprints? absolutely devastating.

Going forward, I asked myself what I would do if I were to write Ms Kyle myself and heres what ive cooked up:

Regarding how this seperate persona is born, I really dont think Selina is looking for big press. She doesn't want to have a flashy name given to her. Sometimes shes written to demade Gothams attention but thats something I can't imagine coming from someone who is mainly doing this shit to survive ykno? Piggy backing off of this: it makes sense for her to cover her identity thoroughly... this means there is no "Catwoman" but maybe at most a "Cat burglar" or "Catman".

An impoverished woman of color will know first hand that the best defense is not letting anyone know you're an impoverished woman of color. I think Selina goes through the trouble to dress as masculine as possible, espcially when the police, Batman, and Gotham have eyes on her. A secret persona wherein Selina presents as a man? Is that a metaphor on the horizon? I think so!

Basically 2022 riddlers big ass coats belong to her now. Show some skin white boy!

[scented-morker]

h o t e l k e y

1.6k words chenle x fem!reader fluff, humour, suggestive based off of the song “hotel key” by old dominion (ik ik a country song gross)

“it makes her think of me, and that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and our clothes all over the floor”

You find yourself releasing yet another deep sigh as your father beckons you from across the ballroom, but you still put in your brightest smile as you make your way through the heavy throng of people, preparing to be introduced to yet another business associate who's name you'll forget way before the end of the night.

"This is my daughter, Y/N"

He was already gesturing and introducing you by the time you made it to the place next to him, and you accepted the hand of the older man standing in front of you.

"Oh she's grown very well, such a pretty girl"

"You aren't the only one to think so, she was recently crowned Queen of the Seoul Pageant, you're looking at a future Miss Korea"

You tried to keep yourself from cringing as your father blatantly boasted about you, hoping the other man would pretend not to notice.

He didn't, instead he did something even worse.

"Oh that's great, my son is about the same age, he just performed his third concert at the Golden Hall of Vienna"

You could see your father controlling his face as to not appear impressed, but when the other man turned around to find his son, you got the pointed look you knew meant 'be better than whatever his child is'.

The man turns back around and you pretend to pay attention while he introduces his son who isn't there yet, the exact same thing your father did.

At the end of his sentence a boy your age approaches, and it might be the first time you've actually been interested in something going on all night.

Because my goodness, he is gorgeous.

"Chenle, this is Mr.Y/L/N"

He shakes your fathers hand and you can't spot a single thing he does that is less than perfect.

"I was just telling him about your concert a few weeks ago"

There's a flicker of something in his eyes and you think maybe he feels the same thing as you, though he quickly recovers into the golden boy he's expected to be.

"Oh I hope you weren't bragging, it wasn't anything that special"

"Now don't be so humble Mr.Chenle, that is very impressive"

You laid on the charm you knew your father wanted, and his short nod of confirmation validated your thoughts.

It seemed that Chenle hadn't noticed you until the words left your mouth, and his eyes seemed to shine when he did.

"You are very beautiful Miss.L/N"

"She's going to be Miss Korea"

You made sure only Chenle could see your small eye roll as your fathers launched into another round of 'my-child-is-better-than-yours".

"How about I get the lovely lady a drink?"

Both of your fathers seem thrilled by the idea, and you weren't going to pass on an opportunity to get away, so you politely nodded and let him lead you away.

"You are an angel, thank you for saving me from that conversation"

He laughed at your immediate character switch, "I hope you weren't there for too long before I got there to save you".

"Doesn't even matter, as long as we're safe now"

He laughed at your dramatic phrasing, walking straight past the bar and towards the front door.

"You wanna get out of here"

"I thought you'd never ask"

He pulled you along with him out the doors, getting his car from the valet and driving out onto the main road.

You inhaled the scent of lemon and new car while you fiddled with the radio, Chenle tapping his fingers on the arm rest while he spoke out loud about ideas of where you could go.

By the time you pull up to some random fancy hotel, you're both laughing to the point of stomach pain, and you don't know why but you had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly.

"Hello I'd like an executive suite"

You zoned out while he spoke to the woman at the counter, and was only pulled back in when he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards his body.

You looked up with wide eyes, but a quick scan of the scene told you what was going on, and your eyes narrowed at where the female worker had her hand still hovering over Chenle's chest, obviously having just been removed from an attempt at flirting. The current contact you had with the boy and the two pairs of eyes on you told you that he had used you as a cover, and he had obviously said something, something they were both waiting for you to respond to.

"I'm pregnant"

They both looked at you, the woman's eyes wide with horror, Chenle's wide with bewilderment, probably at why that was your panicked response.

You looked up to meet his eyes and you both immediately broke into loud laughs, Chenle swiping the key cards from the counter as you both ran towards the first hallway, his hand holding yours the entire way.

When you finally stepped out of the elevator and made it to your suite, there were tears dried on your face from laughing so hard, and Chenle was still teasing you.

"I'm pregnant," his words were once again cut off by his laughter and you smacked his chest as you inserted the card into the door and yanked it open, throwing yourself onto the bed while he came in still laughing.

He tossed himself next to you, turning onto his side and propping his chin on his hand to looks at your face.

"I told her that we had just gotten married and needed a room" he wiggled his eyebrows as you laughed, mirroring his actions as you turned to look at him in the same manner.

"Well I said I was pregnant, so at least she won't get the wrong idea about what we're doing up here"

"Oh yeah? What do you think she's thinking?"

His voice gets softer and he leans in towards your face, to the point where your lips are only centimeters away.

"You know"

"No I don't think I do?"

"The devils tango. The sideways salsa. The no pants dance. Hanky panky"

He had lost it by the first euphemism, but you kept going, although making him laugh that hard while being so close proved to be a bad idea, and you felt his head hit yours before you had the chance to move away.

"I was going to kiss you but after that I don't think I want to"

He barely got the words out between his laughs and you acted offended, although disappointment was the real emotion you were feeling.

"Why? Because I'm too funny?"

"Yeah, uh-huh that's totally it"

He had finished his laughing fit and was able to speak clearly, a smile on his face while he rolled his eyes, continuing his path back to your lips.

You were barely a millimeter apart when your phone started ringing, both of your groans echoing throughout the room while you blindly reached for the device.

"Where are you? I cant find you and Chenle's father seems to not be able to locate him either. You better be making smart decisions. I'll let you go this time but we've got another party next week and you will be there the entire time"

Your fathers voice was loud through the phone, and you were sure Chenle heard every word.

"Ugh" you let out an angry groan as the voicemail finished, throwing the device somewhere across the room.

"Why do they always do this?"

Chenle got a similar text from his father, and now both of you were mad, knees touching as you sat angrily on the hotel bed.

"What do you think they'd do if we just ran away?"

He looked at you in amusement, not a single ounce of surprise in his gaze.

"I've thought about it, leave the city"

"Maybe the country" you added, and chenle let out a melodic laugh, content to sit in some random hotel with you and talk about running away together.

But that wasn't what you wanted right now.

Right now the thought on both of your minds was to make you fathers mad.

“You better kiss me before we get interrupted again”

You don’t have to tell him twice, within a second his lips are crashing into yours, tongues clashing and hands grabbing at whatever they can reach, both of you trying to contain your smiles at the feeling of freedom.

When you woke up the next day the alarm on the side table read 3:00 and a laugh left you mouth as you woke up the boy next to you.

“Chenle we were supposed to check out three hours ago”

His eyes widen but he joins in your laughter anyway, both rushing around the room to locate your belongings.

The same check in lady at the desk from yesterday glares at you as you run through the halls, and since you paid yesterday you thankfully don’t have to speak to her, Chenle just throwing the key card down on the front desk and running with you in his arms towards his car.

He was too busy dismissing calls from his father and screaming along with the radio to notice the way you slipped the other key card into your small purse.

“we both know we can’t open the door no more, but she kept the hotel key”

[crowtrinkets]

Your Weary Widow Marches

A Gender Neutral MCxFelix fic in which our dear barista educates their teacher and shows him some music from their home.

I’ve never really written fanfiction before but I thought Id give it a shot. The formatting looks weird on my end so if it looks weird after posting I apologize I couldn’t figure it out. Hope you enjoy!

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The crackling fire and pages being turned were the only sounds heard for the past few hours. Felix and I sat on either side of a couch placed in Anisa’s office silently reading our respective books. I’ve been in Astraea for nearly a week and had I known that Felix’s teaching method would be done via reading books the size of an encyclopedia I probably would have chosen Sage or Anisa instead... probably

I glance up at Felix, he’s sitting with legs crossed slouching on the arm rest of the couch, glasses on and enthralled in his book. I'm leaning with my back against the arm rest facing Felix, peering at him from behind my knees. I watch as his eyes scan the pages, partially hiding behind my book so he doesn’t notice me stare. I rub my eyes, dry from the endless reading of Astraean history. I know plenty of history and lore from this world thanks to countless hours of playing Last Legacy and stalking forums, but I don’t think I could’ve convinced Felix of that without having to explain what video games are let alone the internet. He thought if I were to learn magic I should at least know part of its history and it’s contribution to their society. 

Despite spending some time with Felix I'm still amazed at the attention span he has for reading. I scan the room trying not to move too much lest I be scolded by the warden. I glance over at the high back chair across the room. The one Anisa sat me in after my jaunt through Felix’s portal and painfully onto Anisa's desk. My mind begins to wander. 

I’ve only been here a short time but I feel like I’ve adjusted well. I wonder what's happening on Earth. Does time pass the same at home like how it does in this realm? World? Alternate universe? I still don’t exactly know how to explain my predicament. Has anyone noticed I'm gone yet? I wonder if I’m on the missing persons list, someone at work will have noticed I didn’t show up for my shifts. I cringe slightly at that last thought, my open book now resting on my chest. Ah damn it, I’m definitely fired aren’t I. How am I gonna pay my bills.... and my home, I miss my bed....my plants. SHIT MY PLANTS. I bring my hand to my face and cringe, my beloved house plants they’re going to wither away in my absence. Fate is such a cruel mistress.

“Bored of reading are we?” I slightly jump at Felix’s comment. I bring my hand down and look at him. Staring at me through his glasses a smirk on his lips. I flush slightly and close my book.

“No I just, got to thinking about Earth, and my life, I guess I’m just a little home sick,” I mumble out those last words. I want to be honest with Felix but I don’t want him beating himself up for my situation. I mean yes he is the reason I’m stuck here but I don't hate him for it. Felix frowns and closes his own book.

“Ah... I am sorry about that, I-“ I sit up interrupting him.

“No no no, I'm not mad at you, I’m actually quite enjoying my time here. I mean I don’t have to make drinks for annoying customers everyday here,” I force a laugh but it comes out awkwardly. Felix gives me a quizzical look. I then realize, with the amount of times he calls “dear barista” I just assumed he knew what it meant. “Yknow, my job? A barista?” Felix flushes and avoids looking at me.

“I must admit.. I do not actually know what that is,” I cant help but chuckle, the great necromancer Felix, is embarrassed to not know something.

“Well my dear teacher," I emphasize the word teacher mimicking the way he calls me, "allow me to educate you on some Earth information,” I sit cross legged and scoot closer to him book in my lap. Felix adjusts to face me properly and removes his glasses. I clear my throat and smile at him. “My part time occupation of being a Barista, requires me to make drinks for customers and sell them, more often I make coffee but sometimes people order tea. We sell pastries as well,” Felix gives me yet another confused look.

“All you do is prepare drinks and flakey confectioneries?” I nod in response with a smile, I can only imagine what he assumed a Barista was. Felix chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, “All this time I thought it was something more complicated, you described your customers as being annoying? I am assuming you do not like this particular job?”

“Well, I don't hate it but the customers can get a little rude and for the dumbest reasons too. One time a woman threw her drink at me claiming I added 3 1/2 shots of espresso and rather than 3,” I laugh to my self looking back at the memory, chuckling more when I see Felix’s horrified expression.

“A woman... threw a drink at you? Because she deemed it made incorrectly? I did not except Earth customs to be so. . . Barbaric,” Felix looks at me astonished and confused but all I can do is laugh. “And why are you laughing? Are you alright did she hit your head when she assaulted you with a beverage?” Felix is now standing while I clutch my stomach in pain, the combination of the story and Felix’s confusion is too much to bare. After a minute I manage to calm down enough to speak.

“No no, she did not hit me in the head, I’m just laughing cause it was funny, well at the time it wasn’t but my co workers took pictures and I looked ridiculous. I can laugh about it now,” I wipe a stray tear from my eye as I recount the experience. Thank god her drink was iced. 

“Picture?” Felix chimes in. I try to think of how to explain how photography works but I come up with an idea.

“Why don’t I show you?” I stand handing Felix my book and I jaunt over to Anisa’s desk. I let her peruse my backpack because she seemed so interested in my “Earthly items” as she called them. I walked back over and sit on the floor, patting the ground next to me so Felix can join. 

“You known there is a perfectly good sofa right next to you, I don’t understand why you wish to sit on the ground like we are mere children,” but despite his protests Felix sits next to me still clutching our books. I rummage through my back tossing the other items to the side. My wallet, a flyer, a jacket, that granola bar which has definitely crumbled to pieces in its package. Until I finally find it, my phone. My first night here I instinctively tried to use it, forgetting I am now stuck in a world without wifi or cell towers. In an effort to hopefully conserve its battery I hard shut off my phone I did not think I would need it but now is an opportunity for me to educate Felix about my world rather than his and tell him a little about myself. Really I just want a reason to prolong my time from reading anymore history. I hold the power button and silently pray. Please have some battery left, please please. Felix is leaning towards me, his face inching closer to mine, I glance at him studying his expression. He looks confused, and curious at the same time, there's a slight scrunch in his brow like he’s trying to seem like he understands what I’m doing, but I know he doesn’t. In that moment his eyes meet mine, I turn my head to fully face him, a blush creeps up his face and I can feel mine begin to warm as well. “Felix-“

BING

We both jump at the sound of my phone turning on. Damn phone, well I guess I kinda asked for that. Felix sits back and clears his throat.

“Um, what, what is that?” His voice wavers slightly but I choose to ignore it to save him some dignity.

“Its my phone, on Earth nearly everyone has one of these. You can use it to communicate with other people, take pictures, look things up, and listen to music.” I begin to unlock it and open my photo album.

“You can communicate with other people? On this... this flat brick?” Felix points accusatory at my phone the scrunch in his eyebrows have intensified creating deep crevices on his forehead. I nod while I scroll through trying to find the photo. 

“Yup and take pictures, such as this one,” I turn my phone to face Felix revealing the image documenting the after affects of being assaulted with coffee. He leans over to get a better look. In the picture I'm standing by the cash register, soaked through my clothes in an extra large coffee's amount of liquid. The brown liquid stains my apron and the parts on my white shirt poking out from underneath. There's smeared whipped cream going across my shoulder up my neck and partially along my jaw, and the scowl on my face could kill a man. The instant I show the picture to Felix he plants a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. He turns away in an attempt to hide his amusement but I know he wont last.

“Im-I must apologize I did not mean to laugh but, but the look on your face is hilarious,” Felix faces me again trying to hide his smile with the back of his hand. I start to chuckle, I turn the phone back to me and swipe to the next picture. Its a similar picture but in this one my co worker put whipped cream on top of my head, something about it “completing the look”. When I show this picture to Felix it breaks his terrible attempt of remaining poise. He laughs loudly, and it’s extremely contagious. I laugh along with him reminiscing in his beautiful laugh. Every once in a while we calm down until we look at the picture and we start up again. After a bit I’m able to calm down enough to speak.

“Don’t feel bad for laughing, at the time I was pissed but my co workers cheered me up and now I have these memories to laugh at,” I start to look through my album again as Felix calms down from his laughing high. I find more pictures to show him. Some are of me at work with my co workers, one picture of me laughing as I held a dog that jumped through the drive through window. I show him more pictures, some are of earth sunsets which Felix claimed to look like they belong in a painting. I also show him a picture of some Geese I saw while on a walk, and then a picture of said Geese chasing me. This gets Felix to laugh again but not as hard.

“You lead an interesting life on Earth, it seems similar to Sage you are also prone to provoke others into attacking you,” I roll my eyes at Felix’s joke and give him a friendly shoulder bump. Its at this moment I realize how close he’s sitting. Our books set aside and Felix is leaning on one arm politely looking over my shoulder at my phone, I can tell he doesn’t really understand how it works but it seems he’s enjoying this moment to much to ask. In an attempt to keep the sweet moment I change the subject.

“Hey do you want to listen to some Earth music?” With a nod from Felix I close the app and instinctively go to press my streaming app. Damn no Internet. I think for a second and remember I have some music I bought in times before streaming apps existed. I find the app and open it. Dear god my taste was cringey. I scroll through the songs until I stumble across a less than embarrassing song. “This is a classic where I come from, everyone has heard this song at least once. I lay back onto the floor so I can properly listen to the music. Felix looks at me and awkwardly lays down as well, I click on the song allowing it to play.

Just a small town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Felix gives me a puzzled look but I just shrug and look up at the ceiling. I close my eyes and take in the song as it plays. If I concentrate hard enough I can imagine my self back on Earth. Sitting in my room listening to 80s music while I do laundry or cook my dinner. I start to feel nostalgic again but I try not let my emotions take over. The song ends and I pause it before it plays the next song. I roll onto my side and rest my head on my hand.

“So what’d you think?” I beam at Felix, I genuinely want to know what he thinks of Earth music, and more specifically a song that I am quite fond of. Felix is laying flat on his back, he ankles crossed and his hands laying on his chest. He looks nervous to be laying on the ground next to me but has made no attempts to leave.

“I thought it was... interesting to say the least. It had quite a captivating story although I was confused when the subject changed multiple times, and what exactly are they trying to “not stop believing” in” Felix does air quotes and seems genuinely enthralled in the “story” of the song. I smile and start to look for another song. 

“How about you choose the next one?” I tilt my phone towards him. Felix sits up at my question.

“I dont feel very well versed in Earth music though,” He mumbles. I shrug at his comment.

“Just pick one with a name that sounds interesting to you” I show Felix how to use the phone and hand it to him laying back down. I peek at Felix, he’s holding the phone in one hand and is scrolling with the other, he’s holding it like an old man. I watch his face, he’s thoroughly looking at every single song title and determining whether they are interesting or not. I find it... cute, his concentration face is cute. Oh if he caught me staring I know he would become a blubbering blushing mess, I mean I would be too. I close my eyes again as I wait for him to pick. 

“This one seems interesting,” I hum in response, but when Felix says the title out-loud and panic seizes through me. I sit up and shout WAIT but I'm too late. He already pressed it. And then I hear it.

That dreaded, infamous G note. Felix turns towards me surprised and hastily hands the phone to me, I pause it before another note can play.

“Hells MC what will that song make my head explode or something??? You nearly made my heart stop.” Felix takes a deep breath with his hand on his chest.

“I'm sorry, that song its kind of embarrassing actually,” I can feel myself flushing, I look away in embarrassment at the fact that I had that song downloaded and the fact that I nearly sent my teacher into cardiac arrest.

“Embarrassing how?” Felix looks at me puzzled. I open my mouth to speak but then stop. Hold on a second, Felix doesn’t know this band, let alone what an emo phase is. Well judging by his raven skull necklace he does but not in the way I do. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if we listened to it. I do still like their music. But god did it HAVE to be this song. I clear my throat and look back at Felix.

“Nothing, it’s nothing I was just being dramatic,” I stifle a laugh. “We can listen to it, I actually quite like this band,” Felix nods and turns to face my direction, were now both sitting cross legged and I press play on the song. I smile a little as the song plays and close my eyes again. I cant even remember the last time I listened to this song. My mind begins to wander again, to my younger years when I first heard this song.

 I was such a try hard back then, wanting so badly to “be different” but also to mend the emotional pain I was going through, and this band really helped me through it. This song is a little more narrative than the last one so I hope Felix would like it. I can’t believe I freaked out like I did god he must think I'm crazy, or maybe that lady really did hit my head when she threw that drink at me. As the song plays I silently hum to it, quiet enough so that Felix might not hear. I drink in the lyrics and instruments and it feels like I'm listening to it again for the first time. 

The song ends and I open my eyes again to pause the music before it plays another one.

“So what did you think of tha-“ before I can continue I'm stopped by the sight of Felix’s face. His eyes are misty and his nose is colored pink. Was he... was he crying? Felix looks at me and his eyes go wide. He quickly turns away and rubs at his face.

“There-there is quite a lot of dust on this floor, honestly you would think Annie would have any sense to clean in here every once in a while,” I cant help but smile, wow he really is a goth child. 

“It’s ok Felix, this song makes me cry sometimes too,” Felix side eyes me and sniffles.

“I-I was not crying, yes I admit the song was... moving to say the least…. But, but I will not be mocked by you for my emotions,” Felix turns to face me again refusing to meet my eyes, his voice turning accusatory. I scoot closer to Felix and place a hand on his shoulder. He looks at me astonished and slightly flushed, either from the contact or the crying, I mean dust, I will never know.

“Congratulations” I say with a smile. Felix’s puzzled look twists even more.

“What ever are you talking about,” Felix questions.

“You’re emo now,”

[shield-agent78]

Winter’s Lessons: Trip~ Ch. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x OFC (platonic), Clint x Bucky (platonic), Steve x Bucky (platonic), Reader x Steve (platonic), OFC/Laura x Reader (platonic) Sam x Bucky (platonic), Natasha x Bucky (platonic)

Series Warnings: language, mentions of sex, anguish, fluff, children with disabilities, mentions of autism, a little sass, cocky Bucky, playful teasing, dirty talk, eventually smut, slow burn

Rating: R/Mature

Story Summary: You’re a school teacher for students with special needs who is passionate about her job but has neglected taking time out for herself. He is handsome, cocky and an Avenger. What happens when a newfound relationship just might turn out to be exactly what you both need?

Word Count: 1241

Square Filled: slow burn for Marvel Fluff Bingo, blue for BBB Flash Bingo Card #1

A/N: Thank you to my beta @mindingmyownbusiness Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Dedicated to: @one-crazy-writer @averyrogers83

Chapter 1

The Autumn wind rustles the golden hued leaves upon the trees near the school yard as you pull your jacket closer around you and try to juggle your bag while unlocking the car door. You fall into the seat exhausted from the day giving a little sigh of relief. Laura piles into the passenger side. “You know, if I didn’t know better I would think today was Halloween as excited as the class was.” You hum in agreement pulling out of the drive. 

“All I know is that I need a break and to see my boyfriend,” you giggle. It had been four weeks since you had seen Buck and even though you talked almost daily or even facetimed it wasn’t the same. 

 Laura gives you a teasing smile. “You know, I don’t think I have ever seen you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like a giggling school girl.” You give her a sideways glance as your phone rings playing a familiar tone. “Oh, and speaking of Greek god, look who’s calling.”

“Don’t you dare…” you tell her as you answer.

“Hello.”

“Hi Darlin’, how are you?” 

“Hey, Barnes! I’m great, how are you?” Laura yells into the speaker. Your face goes red. Bucky snickers at her and you let out a frustrated growl.    

“I’m good. How’s my girl today? Are you keeping her out of trouble?” He teases.

“You know I am, besides we are….”

“You do realize he called to talk to me.” Bucky lets out a loud chuckle. 

“Fine. Fine. Have your man. Hey Barnes, do you have any single friends you can hook me up with?” Laura continues ignoring you. 

“That can be arranged, Laura.” You can tell Bucky is smiling and enjoying teasing you. “In fact, I was calling to talk to you two about . . .”

A female voice breaks into the conversation behind him “Bucky, come on I need you to help me with this….” This new strange voice catches you off guard, sending your mind into a tailspin. It drips with seduction and intrigue. You grip the steering wheel of your car tighter, your knuckles almost turning white. 

“Sure, Doll,” he answers, sending nervous energy down your spine. Your whole body tenses and Laura can tell. She gives you a concerned glance. Who in the hell is this? Why is he calling her Doll? What is she to him? No, he is not like your ex, he is not a cheat. Your thoughts continue to run wild as you pull over onto the curb in front of the coffee shop to let Laura out. In fact, you forget that he is still on the line and has been talking to you, until you hear him call your name.   

“Y/N, so what do you think, can you come?”  

“I’m ugh sorry, what? I ugh guess I spaced out for a moment.” 

“I asked if you would be my date for this Halloween party on Friday.”  You hear the female voice again and Bucky’s muffled response that he was coming.  

 “I don’t know if I can…” you say bluntly.  

“What? Why?” Bucky’s voice is laced with mild concern now as Laura motions to you to call her later as she gets out of the car. She knows your past and how badly you got burnt. 

“I just….”

“Come on James..” you hear the unknown voice say again and now you blood runs cold. 

“In a moment, Doll.”

“Who is that?” You snap. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He commands in a crisp tone. 

“Just let’s talk about it later, James.” His given name stings him like venom as it rolls off your tongue. “Besides, doesn't your ‘Doll’ need you?” Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs his flesh fingers through his hair.  He looks over at Natasha who is waiting on him so they can start the debrief about an upcoming mission. She raises an impatient eyebrow at him. “Go, I’m sure whoever needs your attention is more important than I am right now.”

“Fine.” He answers in a crisp tone ending the call. You look down at your shaking hands as the phone call ends. You pull away headed toward your apartment with tears in your eyes and old memories from your past haunting your mind. 

“What’s wrong?” Nat questions as Bucky shoves the phone into his pocket. 

“I don’t fucking know. But I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with my girlfriend,” he answers angrily as he pushes the double glass doors to the conference room open with a muffled bang. 

Two hours later another punching bag was demolished, it’s contents scattered on the dark polished wood floors. Bucky walks over and picks up another bag to hang it onto the hook. However, when he turns back around Sam is standing in his way his hands shoved into his jean pockets.  Clint is leaning  against the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“What did that bag ever do to you Tin-Man?” Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood. 

“Fuck off.”

“Hey now, I came to help you. So drop the bag and sit your ass down.”  Bucky squints his eyes at him and than glances towards Clint who is not moving. 

“Do what he says, Buck. We know you are not ok so stop trying to bullshit a bullshitter.”

Bucky sits down on the bench in front of the wall looking between the two men again. He knows his friends won’t let this go until they have their say or he gets the argument with y/n off his chest. “So, first fight huh?” Sam asks with a small chuckle. Bucky responds with an angry glare. “I take that as a yes. So let me guess, she heard Natasha over the phone and didn’t know who she was?” Bucky shifts looking at the balls of his feet then back up. “I’m right!” Sam claps his hands in response. “Easy fix man, tell her that she is your co-worker. I’m sure she has heard of Tasha before and…”

“Then why did she get so mad about it?” He snaps unwrapping the blue boxing tape off his hands. 

“I don’t know. Maybe it's a past relationship thing. Maybe she had a bad day. But I think you need to ask her instead of taking it out on a defenseless bag.” Bucky rubs his aching head. “Another thing to consider is what you called Nat,” Sam trails off. 

“What do you mean, what I called Nat?”

“You call her Doll right? It’s a pet name for a girlfriend or lover right? Well, some women may think….”

“So what? I called Tasha “Doll”. It's not like we are screwing. WE haven’t been together in years.” Buck responds angrily cutting Sam off. Clint walks over towards the two men. 

“No one is saying that. What we are saying is that y/n likes you and you like her. More than any woman you’ve dated in a long time, she makes you happy. Work it out. Tell her about Tasha.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up…” Buck grumbles.

“Then talk to y/n,” Sam states bluntly. Bucky gets up and grabs his satchel. 

"Doll is for your current lover not past you dumbass and who calls them doll anyway. Where are you going?” Clint questions as Buck pushes the gym doors open.

“To talk things out with my real Doll.”

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[monst]

May I request some sexy times with Aizawa?? Maybe like he comes home late but is worked up so he just slides into S/O and see how long it takes for her to wake up?? I'm thirsty for this man

Reminder set: Thank Hizashi

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Thirsty Bitch Juice: Somnophilia, Daddy kink, and a very overworked Shouta. Why tf are my thirst posts so long???

Busy. That’s all he’d been for the past three weeks. Work was never ending and seemed to come in wave after suffocating wave like an angry sea. He would finish one task only to be presented by another and once finished he’d have to revise lesson plans and attend meetings. And, if that wasn’t tiring enough, he also had his obligations as a hero to attend to. A day in the life of Aizawa Shouta meant never getting a moments rest.

               He loved his job, he loved teaching kids and hero work was well his life’s work, but everyone needed a break every once in a while, and if Aizawa didn’t get one he was going to snap. Napping during the rare free period could only do so much to ease the man’s stress. And to make matters worse he hadn’t been able to spend much time with you. Just another thing to add to the list of Aizawa’s problems. He really felt like a shitty lover as he only had time to give you a parting kiss and slump next to your body in exhaustion when he got home after a shift.

               He was glad that you were always so understanding and patient. Just thinking of you was enough to lift his spirits and brighten his day. In a way you gave him the motivation to not keel over from the massive tidal wave of work that seemed to afflict him this month. He truly adored all of your supportive text messages throughout the day. ‘You can do it Shou!’ ‘Koko and I just came back from the vet! And great news she’s pregnant! Although I don’t exactly know how… But think of the kittens!’ ‘I had a great lunch today don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated honey’ ‘I’ll keep your spot on the bed warm’ Man what would he do without you?

               ‘Goodnight Shou I’m turning in early tonight, come home safe’ A smile tugged at his lips at your last text. To his extreme delight his co-worker decided to cover his hero shift in order to give him a break. He claimed that it was the least that he could do but to Aizawa it was like an answered prayer. With luck he’d be able to catch you before you drifted off and partake in conversation…Or something more salacious. Fuck how long had it been since he’d gotten off? Three long weeks, he couldn’t even imagine how you were fairing……

               Aizawa couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he caught sight of your vibrator resting by your leg. Apparently, you were faring well during his horrid dry spell. He couldn’t blame you. You were a woman with needs, and he was more than grateful that you were loyal enough not to seek others to fulfil said needs. …. How long had it been since he touched your skin? Well he knew how long but it was still hard to believe. His eyes raked over your exposed skin as if though it were his first time seeing it. You were bare apart from for his large shirt that stopped just below the curve of your ass.

               The smell of your sex still lingered in the air and the decision to have you was made without a second thought. He stripped out of his clothes like a magician and was on the bed parting your thighs before you could say ‘Eraserhead’. His large calloused hands massaged the soft skin of your thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss against your parted lips. His lips split into a gentle smile when you sighed contently at the contact. His fingers curled underneath the material of the shirt you wore and he slipped it up past your breasts.

               You were just as beautiful as he remembered if not more so. He settled in between your thighs as he begun to drag his hands across your warm flesh. He took note of everything that might have changed during those weeks. His fingers brushed against your bicep, there was no change to your expression, during your play last month the knot had been too tight, and you hadn’t let him know and it had left a sore spot. He hadn’t been to happy about that and the plethora of apologies that slipped past his thin lips had begun to annoy you. He was glad it healed up; he’d need to be more careful in the future…

               His rough hands palmed your soft breasts as he pressed kisses against the length of your neck. You body had reacted as always, there was no way that in three weeks he would become unacquainted with all the ins and outs of your body and without much effort he was drawing pleased sighs from your sleeping form. His fingers tugged at your pebbled peaks as he began to kiss down your body. If you were awake, he knew you’d be giggling at the scratchy tingles his stubble provided. He let one of his hands dip between your thighs and brush up against your sex.

               He sucked in a breath that sounded more like the hiss of a cobra. He felt his cock throb in an aching madness. Your pussy could well about drown him and he was tempted to test that by diving his head between your thighs, but he decided against that. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of you and he braced himself on his elbows as he lined up with your watery hole. He made sure to slip inside of you slowly, he didn’t want to frighten you awake.

               “Mmm babygirl it’s been so damn long.” He groaned once his cock was halfway enveloped in your tight heat. The drag of him pulling out and pushing back into you deeper than before drew a soft moan from your throat. “That’s it take my cock kitten.”

               Aizawa’s thrusts were sensual. He was slow with each cant of his hips as he delved deeper and by the way your cunt pulsed around him he could tell you enjoyed it. He kept his pace relishing in the way your hot walls sucked him in to hug his throbbing length. He wanted more. It wasn’t by much but he went faster. And knowing your body like he did he angled his ruts so that they pressed against the ridges of the spot that filled your body with the most pleasure.

               “S-shouta.” You moaned in REM.

               “Even asleep you know who this pussy belongs too.” He grinned. “This cunt is mine perfectly molded for my cock.”

               Fuck he wanted to be conscious. A firm thrust procured a loud moan and your eyes fluttered open in confusion. You were blinking the remnants of sleep from your eyelashes when all you could feel was the ripple effect of Aizawa plunging into you. From the tips of your fingers to your curled toes all you could feel was the familiar tingle of liquid pleasure.

               “Shouta~” You mewled, wrapping your legs around your lovers wait your arms curling around his neck to bring his mouth to yours. His lips devoured yours feverishly as he began to really fuck into you. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp. “Nngh w-when did you get home?”

               “N-not so long ago.” Hr replied, his tongue running flat against one of the more sensitive spots on your neck. Your cunt fluttered around him at the feeling. Aizawa could play you like a fiddle and you sure as hell missed his touch. “You were touching yourself.”

               “S-sorry.” You whined.

               “It’s okay babygirl daddy hasn’t been here to take care of you.” His words brought the sun to your cheeks, you missed the way he’d call you his babygirl. Fuck you missed him you missed your-

               “D-daddy I missed you so much!” You cried out “Mmm I had to play all by myself.”

               “I know baby, but daddy’s here now.” He panted, his hips snapping against your own at such a pace your moving hips couldn’t match. Your fingers hooked onto his back as he continued to rut into you harder and quicker, until the predominant sound in the room was the clouting of his balls against your ass.

               “Daddy I’m close!” you yelped.

               “Then cum around my cock kitten.”  And you did just that with a sharp cry of his name. You knew he wasn’t anywhere near done with you and quite frankly you didn’t mind. And Aizawa sure as hell didn’t mind. He had to thank Hizashi tomorrow for covering his shift because he really needed tonight.

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Weddings Headcanons- Daichi and Bokuto

WOrds: 2.3k 

Warnings: the honeymoon/first night parts get a NSFW but nothing really graphic or anything 

Characters: Bokuto and Daichi (seperate) 

A/N I WANT TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!!! Next I think I am going to finish doing the other captains (oikawa and kuroo)  before moving on to others so let me know what you think/ who you want to see!!

Daichi 

Who gets invited: Both of your friends and families, no extra co-workers or acquaintances because it is going to be for the two of you and you want to know everyone there on a personal level and it ends up being a very heartwarming gathering

Walking down the aisle: Suga is Daichi’s best man and next to him is Asahi because they all stayed in touch after high school and they all play really important parts in each other’s lives. The bridal party is all wearing very class colors, probably something blue and they all look stunning and are beaming at you as you walk down the aisle. You can tell that Daichi has already cried some by the way his eyes are a little bit puffy when you first see him but he ends up keeping it together really well when you walk down the aisle and smiles at you very sweetly, it is very traditional where he hasn’t seen you before this and he can’t help the tears that start to form when you say your I do’s. Daichi had a good say in a lot of things but let you choose the things that mattered to you, he did insist that you had one set of white daisies because for your first valentines day there were no roses left anywhere, only daises, so he went to get you a set of daisies and they only had white so that’s what you got that year and every year after that, it was a dumb tradition but you both loved it a lot because it was unique to the two of you and it made you both laugh thinking about it every time because he was so panicked because it was the first one. He also took over whenever you would get stressed so some of the decisions you have no idea what he chose until oyu got there that day. Daichi also took full control of the honeymoon and barely told you were you would be, let alone any of the details. 

First dance: Perfect by Ed Sheeran 

Daichi chose this song and told you it would be a surprise for your wedding day and when it came on you both got really emotional and you couldn’t help but tear up while smiling at him because he was so handsome and so perfect and he knew that this song made you emotional anyway so it was just so perfect and he had taken a few basic dance classes so the two of you were able to dance around the floor together and he was smiling at you the whole time and he gave you a few kisses as he told you that he loved you Mrs. Sawamura and it was a beautiful moment that you will never forget  

The reception: It is a lot of talking with people that you know and playing catch up in the lives of the people who live far away and you both end up smiling until it hurts and you can’t help but enjoy every second of it. Daichi invited the volleyball boys and they were all super sweet to the two of you and you can tell that some of them got emotional as well seeing the person that they looked up to getting married to someone that he loves and they immediately start calling you mom too (they still call suga mom no worries) but it is all very sweet. The two of you only have a few drinks because neither of you wants to forget anything that happens today. The send-off is super sweet, everyone lines up and has sparklers and you both run through before getting into the car and going straight to the airport. 

The honeymoon/wedding night: The two of you go to a cozy lodge up in a mountain and the view is absolutely incredible and you are both absolutely in love. Before you can enter your honeymoon Daichi stops you and pulls you into a sweet kiss and tells you that he loves you and that this is the beginning to your forever and you can’t help but squeal and pull him into a loving kiss. The two of you explore your cabin and end up making your way to the bedroom as the last spot, you stand there in awe of the beautiful wall of windows and you press yourself up against Daichi and mumble “it’s perfect” before he pulls you into a heated kiss. This ends with the two of you practically naked on the bed whispering “I love you’s” back and forth as you both appreciate each other’s bodies and the deep connection between the two of you. Daichi takes his time with you that night and ends up fingering you out and eating you out, causing you to orgasm twice, before he even starts anything for himself. The whole time he is telling you how much he loves you and how you are the woman meant for him and how much you mean to him and the sex is super emotional and sweet and afterward, you both lay in each other’s arms kissing each other happily and sweetly. The rest of the honeymoon is spent in a similar fashion, the two of you go out and explore the mountain or go skiing but you always come back and have the sweetest sex you two have ever had and you can’t help but look into his eyes and just feel loved. The adventures you went on were absolutely amazing, you went on the railway through the mountains, tried amazing home-style restaurants, went to couples spas, and really never left each other’s sides. (Everyone you passed ended up completely in love with the two of you and loved how in love you both looked and wished both of you the best wishes and good fortunes) You end up having sex in the hot tub, the shower, on the couch, on the bed, and even a quickie in the kitchen because you just can’t keep your hands off of each other. At one point during the honeymoon, you end up crying because you had never thought that love like this could be real and Daichi was right by you kissing you the whole time and told you that it was and he really did care for you with his whole heart. 

Bokuto 

Who gets invited: Bokuto wants your wedding to be a big celebration with everyone in your lives so you end up inviting a lot of people to your wedding and it ends up being a really full and fun celebration and even the people who are only close with one of you ends up having a great time. 

Walking down the aisle: Walking down the aisle Bokuto has already seen you to take pictures (he cried twice during pictures because he was so nervous, excited, and happy) but now that you were actually at the wedding walking down the aisle he was literally crying so much because he never thought that he would be so happy and there you are literally walking towards him about to make promises that last a lifetime. Next to Bokuto is Akaashi and Tsukishima and they both have no idea how he has enough energy to cry this much but both find it very sweet that he cares this much and is so open with his emotions towards you and deep down they can’t wait until they meet someone who makes them that happy (like no kissing you are his lock screen, his go-to person to call when anything happens (which takes a lot of pressure off of Akaashi even though he is still called frequently) you come up in a lot of Boluto’s conversations and he thinks a lot more because he does things because he doesn’t want to accidentally make you mad) and they are all so happy for him and it is really sweet. Bokuto was also a lot more involved in planning it than most groom’s because he wants it to be something that the two of you do together and even if he doesn’t understand why you would choose out the colors of the napkins if it matters to you it matters to him so the whole g

First dance: A whole new world 

I feel like he has to have this as the song because it is the only song that he really knows off of the list you gave him and he ends up singing along and also bawling his eyes out because you are now his wife and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he loves to think that he is your prince charming and you are his queen. You try and how him some different things to do before this but he ends up just hugging you tight to him and just swaying there with you for three minutes as he looks at you with so much love that the people closest to you both get teary-eyed. 

Reception: 

The reception is filled with dancing and music and lots of good food, the two of you make your way around the guests together smiling and thanking everyone for coming. He gets super distracted and goes and talks to people for a long time and he ends up accidentally leaving you and you go find your family and friends on the other side of the venue and when he realizes that you aren’t by his side he goes back and finds you and wraps his arms around you from behind and gives you a big goofy smile and is all like hi babe and he joins in your conversation. You take pictures and talk to everyone before you both hit the dance floor and dance together for hours, your dance moves go from sweet dancing holding each other to going crazy and being wild like in the club and you interact with all of your guests and Bokuto pulls people onto the dance floor with you laughing and smiling with everyone. When it is time for the cake he definitely gives you the biggest smile and has a topper of the two of you together with a cake that is decorated to mean a lot to you and I cant see Bokuto having anything other than a really nice chocolate cake that is absolutely amazing and the two of you hand out pieces of cake to everyone smiling and laughing along with them. 

Honeymoon/first night: Oh my gosh the send-off is so cute everyone is lined up smiling at the two of you as you run through and get in a car straight to the airport. You two decided to take a cab to the airport and had your bags packed so your maid of honor/best man just put them in the trunk for you two and you were able to just go. The whole ride to the airport you both were making out and just laughing and smiling with each other unable to keep your hands off of each other. You ended up having a late-night flight so your first night technically was spent with you curled up in his lap sleeping on the plane with him and making your way early in the morning to a beautiful resort on the beach that was absolutely gorgeous, the two fo you went to beaches all the time for fun and this was going to be the best vacation ever, you had everything fun and exotic lined up to try for your week and a half stay and neither of you could be more excited, Bokuto is super excited and sweet as you take the cab to your resort and just points at places that you are going to go see and smiling at you excitedly. When you get to the resort Bokuto stops dead in his tracks outside of the door and tells you to hold up with a worried tone in your voice, you can’t help but ask what’s wrong when he picks you up and carries you bridal style through the door and goes to lay you on the bed before going back out and picking up your bags to carry in. The first time you two have sex after getting married is really sweet and passionate and Bokuto gets really emotional and almost cries because that’s when it really hit him that you are Mrs. Bokuto and he just loves the sound of that and will almost exclusively call you that for the rest of the trip. After the first sweet time, there is going to be a debate on whether you spent more time exploring the beach and going out or in the room having sex, for two nights after you went out you decided not to go to dinner, instead, you ordered food in and spent the whole night having sex and enjoying each other. During your honeymoon, his hands lingered longer and his gazes were loving and sweet every time he would start to please you and honestly when you got back you were exhausted because the two of you had so much sex that you barely slept,  the days were for fun and exploring and the nights were for exploring each other. It was perfect. 

Bonus: Bokuto wore a really nice suit that made his butt look so good that turned to the side on the altar everyone could see it so perfectly and you swear that was the main event and the biggest talk like oh my gosh he has such a big butt wow who knew Y/N is so lucky

[not100bees]

I literally realized during the denny arc that i cant be mad at izzie for doing the lvad heart thing because izzie was already a medical cowboy that breaks all the rules. She stole hospital equipment to save that undocumented factory worker, she put off a womans abortion so she could give her correct info about HIV to better inform her decision, she operated on a deer, she does insane shit all the time. The only reason the Denny thing felt 'wrong' was bc it was the first time she'd benefit from it so if i get mad at her for that, id have to be equally be as mad about everything else.

you know what! fair! i'm also putting forward that that was his actual real ghost and not the brain tumor because actual real ghosts are basically real in that uinverse

[normal-thoughts-official]

Oooh yeah the first time I was playing as a female mc because I wanted to romance ava and I usually go male mc if I want to romance a man and female mc if I want to romance a woman (and I think there was one book with where mc could be non-binary so I picked that one but I didn't finished the book), and Stacy's brother felt Hetero™ in a way, like Hollywood ish (? Honestly like cinematographicly bad hetero) but I ended up really loving Andy too, and Stacy felt a little flat but also I really liked her potential, like go crazy girl, and the mom issues.

Apart but holy shit you're 10000% right about that teacher like who inmediately threatens expulsion just like that for something not violent ??? And to an honor student with way too much on his plate ??? Obviously it would have been bad with any student, but you have literally the reason of why he's doing it and as a teacher HE LITERALLY COULD HAVE HELPED WITH IT ??????? Like something teachers can't really help students because it's a family thing only or is a financial struggle or etc but it was literally because of school (and his family, but the teacher could have heloed him with the school part)

(Identity thief anon (also I go by any pronouns ahhshs))

ur valid! that's lowkey what i wish i'd do (picking female MC if my fave LI is female and the other way around, i mean) but unfortunately i always go into the stories blindly having no idea what i'll find </3 so i cant really do that doiajdiosa and then i get attached for the MC i picked so i feel bad about changing their gender/name/appearance when i replay. so what i usually do is that i pick a male MC when i get the option because A- u don't always get the option, so i end up being male half the time and female half the time either way; and B- i feel slightly more comfortable with a male identity than a female one. like i'm still nonbinary and i wouldn't consider myself male aligned or within the gender of Man, but like... when i first came out i went by any pronouns but then because im afab everyone was like "cool, she/her only it is" so i was like fuck that and stopped using she/her. so i feel slightly more comfortable with a masc MC and end up going with that

there's also the fact that it always feels slightly genderfucky to have a male MC because choices is so sexist and also always writes the stories assuming ull pick a female MC, even when they give u the option not to. so when u pick a male MC he's very like not toxically masc and some things they add to make a QuiRkY MC that are very white woman and would feel annoying are actually kind of subversive for my black and brown male MCs. so like another win for queerness /j

ILITW MC in particular i feel has HUGE nonbinary vibes like no reason at all he just does <3 maybe it's just that for once the male clothes for ILITW actually fUCK. i wanna dress in that goth outfit <3 so gorgeous ugh. i love him even tho he's a fucking dumbass

also there's a book where an MC can be enby? worm? ive only ever read one book in choices with any enby characters at all (america's most elligible, books 2-3) but they weren't even a LI which is disappointing cuz they were a billion times superior to any of the LIs. sorry america's most elligible LIs fans

also oh connor IS the epitome of white cistraight man even when u play as a man tbh, like he was just so cistraight to me daouhdsaojdasij he kind of annoys me but also i forget that he even exists until he shows up onscreen and choices starts trying to push me into his lap and i'm just like, ugh, not again

and yeah i think i feel a similar way about stacy. i don't dislike her as a character and i don't feel like she as a character felt flat, her growth was very interesting and i loved seeing her start to challenge her mom like YESSS GO GIRL GIVE US EVERYTHING, she just felt flat as a LI to me ig? like idk i didn't feel chemistry between her and my MC personally, but also like, stacy girls are valid u know

right exactly. like i don't think ppl really understand that a school that doesn't drive people to cry during finals week and feel absolutely crushed by having to be there and that makes ppl feel like they're stupid, not enough, and overwhelmed IS IN FACT POSSIBLE and actually pretty easy to make when we stop treating students like statistics that will get the school more clients/funding (depending on whether it's a private or public school). and like as a teacher getting my degree in brasil it just feels completely surreal to me that anyone would see a student who's so overwhelmed by the amount of extracurriculars and responsibilities he feels like he has to take that he starts taking drugs to help his performance despite it affecting his health, and see that as like... something morally reprehensible? like it is bad that it happened but it's not the student's fault, what's morally reprehensible are the circumstances that led to his decision, not his decision

and like it is very much a systemic problem, more and more kids are taking focus pills to be able to survive the pressure of school and have a shot at a future, either on their own or because we are actually medicalizing not existing to be productive. and if it's a systemic problem then the fault is at the system?? and like holy shit i legit don't understand why choices gave us options like being like "it still isn't enough" when lucas gets rid of his pills, what do you mean it isn't enough??? enough for what??? to FORGIVE him???? for something that only hurt himself??? for something that is very much a systemic problem and therefore NOT HIS FAULT????? literally what the fuck even is this, lucas doesn't have to "make up" for a single thing, he needs to be HELPED is what he needs

like idk i know that the school system in the US is...... extremely backwards lmao which is not a term i like to use because it usually implies imperialistic views but the US is the height of world imperialism so like actually idc. brasil has a pretty progressive constitution and as a teacher my whole education was focused on being critical of the school system, particularly the productivity obsession, and drilling into us again and again that we aren't supposed to just be teaching subjects, we are also supposed to be teaching how to be a citizen, be a critical human being, work towards building a better future, and learning and growing AS A PERSON to be healthy and happy are values of the school system

like that's easier said than done when schools are under insane amounts of pressure by companies in practice to be productivity-driven, and most teachers who actually want to do a good job end up having to live at the edge of the knife and constantly fighting back outside pressure, but at least it is very much a mandatory part of our education to become teachers and also like literally part of the constitution. so i just... i can't fathom reacting the way mr cooper did? like as a teacher i felt BETRAYED, i felt like he shat all over my profession because that is the opposite of what we should be doing, this is a kid who needs help

and just like hOLY SHIT HE DID NOTHING WRONG, what are you punishing him for??? it's not even a like, stealing bread to feed your family situation, because what he did HAS NO VICTIM OTHER THAN HIMSELF, and therefore HE IS THE VICTIM NOT THE CULPRIT. he doesn't have to repent or atone or answer for a single fucking thing, he didn't victimize others, he doesn't have to apologize, there's nothing to punish him fOR??? like i don't believe in punishment anyway cuz im a prison abolitionist but doDAUSDJADASIJDAS???????????? HE DIDN'T. HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. WHY IS THIS WHOLE GAME ACTING AS IF HE WAS IN THE WRONG. OH MY GOD

it's like saying that someone needs to be forgiven for self harming????? like how is it that someone has been hurt continuously until it led them to hurt themselves and then they have to? make up for it to a bunch of other ppl? my god it makes me so mad and i genuinely don't understand the logic, like usually when i see someone doing fucked up shit i can see the logic but i don't agree with it, but this time i genuinely DON'T SEE THE LOGIC. my USan friends said it was because he was technically doing drugs but like i legit still don't understand

anyway any school that drives a student to do something like that needs to rethink their entire curriculum and the psychological effect it's having on kids, because lucas is 1- not even the first one according to mr cooper; 2- even if he was, that'd be the only one who got CAUGHT; and 3- even if there was really only one singular student who went tHIS far, i doubt the others weren't feeling that same pressure and dealing with it in other similarly unhealthy ways

i know that's probably easier in brasil than in the US even if it's by no means easy here because here at least in public schools the curriculum and political-pedagogical plan has to be agreed on by the school community (teachers, parents, students, workers, and anyone who lives in the area of the school) and it's updated every year, so like, you have more means to do something to change the school in a deeper way, altho of course that still has to mean swinging the rest of the community, but still. but at the very least he could have looked for counseling for him? tried to find a way to take some of the workload off his shoulders? given him some more time on assignments? motioning for all the clubs he was the president of to have co-presidents so he was less overwhelmed?

like there was just daodsao he could have done so many things and he justs DIDN'T he chose to not only punish him instead but quite literally THREATEN HIM WITH DEATH because that's what calling the police on a latino student over a drug charge is. like he might've survived but the possibility that he would fucking DIE was very much there, and i know choices didn't think of that because they'd rather die than think about the racial implications of anything but holy fucking shit. and im not even getting into how mr cooper is BLACK because then ill just start biting people like thanks for putting that threat on a black character's mouth choices. if u need me ill be foaming at the mouth

anyway SORRY god why is it that i always get to the salty part within 2 seconds of joining a fandom i promise that i actually like it lives and the way they handled most of their plot, i genuinely think it's a very well written and actually worth ur time story but i just doadosaida like i said particularly as a teacher in the context where i'm being taught, plus with all my political beliefs, i just can't let it go aaaa

also ty for telling me ur pronouns! idk if i assumed them at any time, i don't think so but i might have done so without realizing and if i did im really sorry. also sorry for the gigantic salty reply daojdsaojdaisjsajdoadsaodasj rip me i never shut up

[fuck-customers]

When you get to tell that 12 year old he cant buy an M rated game without his parents there.

I work at worst buy and its always hilarious when a spoiled 12 year old boy wants to buy gta5 or the newest cod and you have to tell him you cant sell it to him without a parent there. Where I live if a game is M rated you have to check ID or get a parent to buy it for them. Some kids genuinely dont know and feel embarrased and I try to be nice to those kids but other ones will throw a temper tantrum and want me to just do it anyways and I'm like sorry nope, gotta go ask your mom to buy this game full of very adult themed topics which you are way too young to see.

Anyways this kid comes in with his little sister and they want to buy Red Dead 2. My co worker gets them at her till and she tells them they need to bring a parent with them if they want it because they're not old enough. Kid gets kinda mad but he asks us to hold it so he can go get his mom who's in the mall. We do it and joke about how he's totally not coming back for that.

Fast forward like 15 minutes and they're back in line with their mom. I call them to my till and I go get the game. When I come back I ask the mom if shes aware that the game is M rated, because I'm technically doing my job and it's funny to watch the parents freak out because they obviously have no idea what their kid is doing.

She says she doesnt know what m rated means so I turn the game around and show her the M rated logo with the list of all the adult themes that are in the game, and this is the game made by the same people who make GTA so it's pretty bad in that regard.

The mother turns to her kid and yells "YOU SAID THIS WAS A DINOSAUR GAME WHAT IS ALL THIS???"

LMAOOOOOO THE KID TOLD HER IT WAS A DINOSAUR GAME WOW I WAS LIKE LAUGHING MY ASS OFF

They argued for a bit but the woman still bought it for her kid anyways??? I was like uh you're gonna buy it? It was a good laugh but I couldn't believe she got it for him anyways after he lied to her like what a spoiled shit.

[backtobackbakubabe]

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 4)

Bakugo x reader 

Runaway reader finds a home with Bakugo, but will trouble follow? 

Words : 3175

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Bakugo’s leg bounced up and down as his anxiety climbed. He had left you all alone at the apartment. He got up extra early despite the fact that he had been up most of the night tossing and turning because of another one of your nightmares.

He made you breakfast, left instructions for how to make lunch and even left some emergency cash with a note letting you known where he was going to be, for how long, and a number to reach him at if you needed him. He wanted to be prepared for anything. What he hadn't anticipated was you not calling him at all.

He wasnt some clingy bitch. He knew he didnt need to hold your hand through everything. You were a smart and capable girl. And he needed to chill out.  

You had gotten out of bed a little later than usual. Your nightmares had done a number on you and without Bakugo there to drag your ass out of bed you slept way longer than you should have. It was well past noon by the time you were up, showered and dressed. You put on your best outfit and hurried out the door taking the breakfast Bakugo had made to go. You were on a mission. You were going to get a job.

You had the route to the coffee shop memorized at this point but it did take longer than you remembered without Bakugo there to provide small talk on the way.

It wasn’t busy when you finally got there, in fact there were only three people there including you who didnt work there. You confidently strolled up to the counter and asked a very annoyed looking Tasha if they were still hiring.

She raised her eyebrows at you, “You are even dumber than you look...You really want to work here? With me? Do you even have any experience?”

You shrugged ignoring her little jab at you, “Bakugo taught me how to make coffee at home... and I really really love coffee...”

She simply scoffed and rolled her eyes,  “Pushing a button on a coffee pot and being a barista are two totally different things.” 

You bit your lip and nodded, “Yeah of course... I would never dream of insinuating that your job is easy. But I’m a quick leaner I promise!” 

Tasha stared at you for a few nerve wracking moments before rolling her eyes, “You’re lucky it’s not up to me. I’ll go get the manager.” You started to walk away but she grabbed your wrist. Panicking you pulled back but her grip tightened. She looked you straight in the eyes, “Look I shouldn't even be telling you this but I feel like its my job, one woman to another... The manager... he's a little handsy. Just.... be warned.” 

You slowly nodded, “Uh... thanks. Does the owner know? About the manager I mean... Bakugo knows him and I’m sure he could help if you want...” 

She yanked her hand back from yours, “I can take care of myself thanks. I don’t need a man to fight my battles for me unlike some people I know.” 

She turned on her heels and headed to the back office before you could respond. You desperately wanted to help her. Just because she could take care of herself doest mean she should have to. You pulled the note that Bakugo had left you and considered giving him a call but the manager was already walking out of his office and giving you a megawatt smile. 

“Well hello there. You must be Y/n. Tasha said you were interested in a job?” 

You politely nodded your head, “Yes sir, that would be correct.” 

His smile looked so sleazy, “Sir huh? I like the sound of that. Most of the girls around here aren't as respectful as you seem to be. Come take a seat. My name is Riku. I’m the manager here and I just have a few questions before we move any further.” He motioned to one of the couches that you had sat on many times before with Bakugo. But you knew better and your instincts drove you to take one of the single chairs next to the couch. 

If he was annoyed by this he hid it well. “So... Y/n. Tell me a little about yourself and why you would like a job here.” 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and cleared your throat. “Well I’d like to work here because I absolutely love coffee, and I really like this place. I come here so often and it’s very cozy. I’ll admit my skills are limited, but I’m a quick leaner and a hard worker.” 

He nodded as you spoke, “So what about you. You answered why you want a job but you haven't told me anything about yourself.”

You simply shrugged, “Not much to know honestly. I just uh... moved here. I don’t have many friends yet. I like to read, drink coffee, and my roommate is currently teaching me how to cook.” It felt so weird referring to Bakugo as your roommate. It felt like a lie almost as soon as you said it. But there was no need to dread on it now. 

“Are you 18?” 

You frowned, “I’m well over 18. Why? Do you have to be 18 to work here or something?” 

He shook his head, “I just prefer to have a more... mature staff here. That way we don’t run into any.... childish drama.”  

You averted your eyes away from his growing more and more uncomfortable the longer you sat there. “So uh... did I get the job or...”

He leaned over and put his hand on your thigh giving you chills, “Oh yes of course! Come with me and we’ll get you an apron and a name tag.” He stood up, “I hate to ask but would you mind starting today? Tasha, despite being a brat, is our best trainer and she’s here today.” 

You swallowed back your instinct to slap him for touching you, “Yeah that shouldn't be a problem.” You allowed yourself to relax as soon as his back was to you. Why were you doing this? Was this job really worth it? Working for a scummy boss and a trainer who for whatever reason hated you... But you needed a job. You couldn’t depend on Bakugo forever. 

You followed him behind the counter to what looked like a small break room. It consisted of a table a few chairs and cubbies to put your things. Tasha was currently occupying one of the chairs scrolling through her phone. Riku walked over and squeezed her shoulder, “Okay break time’s over. You need to start training the new girl.”

She looked up from her phone and locked eyes with you, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. you actually hired her?!” 

Before he could even respond you sat down next to her, “Yes he did hire me, and I would like to officially burry the hatchet.” You reached your hand out to hers but she didnt take it. 

She stood up, “Whatever. Go get your stupid apron and meet me by the register.”

You looked at Riku who just shrugged, “Like I said... she's a brat. But I’m sure she’ll warm up to you eventually.” He handed you and apron, “Now get out there before she throws another fit. I can only handle her in small doses.” 

You pulled your hair up into a bun, threw your apron on and scurried out to catch up with Tasha. She was already by the register taping her fingers in annoyance, “Hurry up will ya! I don’t have all day.” 

You spent the next several hours learning in great detail about how to ring things into the register. She may not be very nice but she was in fact a great and thorough trainer. You were so excited to move on and start learning about all the machines and what they did. As the day went on she became more patient and her voice started to lose the board and distasteful tone. 

It was about an hour before close when the bell rang signaling a customer had walked into the store. Tasha gave you a look. “Alright lets see how much you learned. I’ll let you do this all on your own.” 

Giddy with excitement you skipped over to the  register, “Hello welcome in! What can I get-” Your eyes locked with a very, VERY, angry Bakugo. 

His hands were firmly planted on the counter in between the two of you. “Where the fuck have you been? I go all day without hearing from you then I get home to see that the food I had left for lunch was untouched and you were nowhere to be found! What the fuck Y/n!? Are you trying to kill me! I thought something had happened to you... I thought... I thought.” 

You reached your hand out and placed it on top of his, “You thought the worst. I completely understand, and I’m sorry I caused you to panic. I should have called to let you know but I wanted to surprise you... Surprise... I got a job...” 

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “Well you could have at least left a note..” He was already starting to calm down. As soon as he knew you were okay and safe he found it hard to actually be mad. “You know you don’t need a job right? It’s not like I’m going to start charging you rent..”

You rubbed your thumb over his hand, “Yeah but you should. You’ve been helping me adjust and part of that means I need to make my own money. I cant depend on you forever.”

He scoffed, “Says who? You’re an idiot if you think I’d ever kick you out to fend for yourself. I may be an asshole but I’m not that mean.... Is it even safe for you to have a job.”

You smiled and lightly shrugged, “Why wouldn't it be?”

He narrowed his eyes, “Think about it... A public place where anyone could see you.”

“I’m here practically every day anyways!”

“Yeah but usually you're here with me...” He groaned, “Don’t make me get you a fucking babysitter. Because I fucking will.” 

You giggled, “Please Bakugo! It’s part time. I’ll only be here 3 days a week. I really want to do this. I need to do this.” 

He groaned again, “Fine. But I’m waiting until you get off and I’m walking you home. It’s late enough as it is and I dont want you walking home alone.” 

He started to walk towards one of the couches when you shouted after him, “Well you might as well order something while you wait! You’ll be my first customer.”

He could see how happy you were and it softened him up just the smallest bit, “Alright I’ll take the usual.”

You crinkled your nose, “Your usual or my usual?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “We have the same usual dumbass. You practically forced me to drink that girly cinnamon bun latte shit and now its unfortunately my favorite drink...”

You blushed, “Right.. Coming right up.”

He paid for his coffee and took a seat in his usual spot. The very same couch Riku had tried to get you to sit on earlier. You wondered if you should tell him about that. But you also barley got him to agree to you having a job. Not that he really had a say in what you do, but you still valued his opinion. You knew he would never say no to something unless he truly believed it was harmful in some way. 

You skipped around as you made the delicious latte that was also your favorite. Your mouth practically watering, craving one for yourself. When you were done you looked to Tasha. “So did I do it right?” 

Looking bored, “Considering how often you guys come in here, and how often I’ve had to make those... Yeah it looked like you did it right...” She took a step closer towards you, “You’ve worked pretty hard today and surprisingly haven't been a pain in my ass so how about I make you another one and you take a quick break with your boyfriend..”

“Oh, Bakugo isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my roommate. I can see why you'd be confused though. He's very protective. Believe me we’re working on that.” You fiddled with the lid of the coffee you had just made, “I just.... I just went through a lot. In a way its like I’m a bit broken and... well he’s taken it upon himself to help me put the pieces back together. Its not his job, and he knows that but he's determined to do it anyways.” 

Tasha gave you a regretful look before averting her eyes down to the floor, “I’m sorry... for being a bitch. Not that there’s any excuse but... I basically flirted with him like every day for years and he never even gave me a second look. And then all the sudden you were there and he was so nice and caring to you and I..  I was just a jealous bitch.. I’m sorry I hope you can forgive me.” She picked her eyes up to meet yours, “And just so you're know... He may not be your boyfriend officially, but he's definitely not just your roommate. In my experience guys don't care as much as he does unless they like you.” 

You felt yourself blush, “I promise you he doesn't like me the way that you think. He's just a really nice guy... and of course I can forgive you. I’m not the kind of person who holds grudges. Besides... I could really use a friend who isn't Bakugo.” 

Tasha smirked a bit, “I dont know if you want me as a friend. I dont know if you’ve heard but I’m kind of a brat.”

You laughed, “You're not so bad. As much as you didn't like me you never once gave me bad coffee. You always made my drink delicious despite hating me and I think that says a lot about you. You also had no reason to warn me about Riku but you did anyways. I think you're better than you give yourself credit for.” 

“OI! Dumbass! I know you’re new here but usually you get the persons coffee to them before it gets cold.” 

You both laughed and you rolled your eyes, “I better get his majesty his coffee before he explodes.” 

You walked over and plopped onto the couch besides Bakugo and handed him his coffee, “Has anyone ever told you you’re impatient?” 

He chuckled, “People dont usually have the balls too. But I think I’ve heard someone say that once or twice.” 

Tasha came up and handed you your coffee, “Alright just a quick break okay. 15 minutes and then I need to show you how to close up and clean the machines.” 

You smiled and took a sip, “Oh this is delicious thanks Tasha!” 

You turned back to Bakugo who was giving you such a soft smile.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that.”

He quirked an eyebrow “Is there anyone you cant wrap around your finer? That girl hated you yesterday and now she's smiling at you and making you coffee.”

You shrugged, “I find that being patient and empathetic gets you pretty far in life. You should try its sometime.”

“I think I’ll pass. But I will try this coffee... You didn’t poison it did you?” 

“Only a little bit, not enough to kill you though so don’t worry.”

He let out a heavy laugh, “Look at you, picking up on sarcasm already. I’m such bad influence on you.” He took a sip of his coffee and gave you an unreadable look. “Alright Y/n. I have to tell you... this coffee... is fantastic. I will be purchasing a latte machine for the apartment, and your rent will from here on out be you making me coffee. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.” 

You were both laughing when you could hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turned to see Riku crossing his arms across his chest and looking very annoyed, “Y/n... We have a strict fraternization policy. We don’t allow our girls to sit with the customers while on shift for any reason.” 

Your hand immediately went to Bakugos arms and squeezed. Trying to signal for him to let you handle it. “Sorry Riku. This is my roommate Bakugo. Tasha said it was okay for me too take a quick break out here before we start closing up.” 

Bakugo was staring at Riku but it didnt seem to affect the man what so ever. Instead his eyes just flicked to where you hand was on Bakugo’s arm and he grew even angrier. “I don't care what Tasha said. I’m the manager. All breaks are to be taken in the break room. Employees only. And speaking of closing, it’s about time your little friend left.” 

Before you could stop him Bakugo was standing up and getting in Riku’s face, “You may be her boss, but you don’t tell me what to do. It’s late and it’s dark outside. So I’m going to sit my ass down on this couch until she’s ready to leave and then I’m going to walk her home. You got that asshole?” 

You were straight up panicking now. What was he doing? Was he trying to get you fired on your first day?! You put your hand on Bakugo’s chest, “Honestly I’m fine. You can wait outside if you want Bakugo it’s no big deal.”

You started to walk back to the counter when Riku grabbed you arm but his eyes remained glued to Bakugo’s, “If you know what's best for you you’ll wait outside. I have the power to make Y/n’s life here.... difficult. If she wants a job here then she has to follow my rules like the good little girl that she is...” He gave your ass a quick slap and that was it... all hell broke loose. 

Bakugo had Riku by the neck and pushed against the wall in seconds. His other hand that was sparking furiously up next to his face. “Who the FUCK do you think you're talking to?! I am Ground Mother Fucking Zero! You have NO RIGHT to touch her like that!” His hand got closer to Riku’s now terrified face. His voice dropped an octave and you had to admit it was terrifying, but it was also kind of... hot. “You’re fucking lucky I dont send you to the fucking hospital, but honestly I dont want to deal with the paperwork. So instead I want you to pack your shit like the good little boy that you are.... and get the fuck out. And you better fucking PRAY that I never see you again.” 

With that Bakugo threw him to the ground and turned too you. “You sure you need a job?”  

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Hey! Got any...Jeantonio hcs that also give us FEELS??? -Bela

|Jeantonio Headcanons|

a/n: YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT WOMAN!! this was one of my first time writing for them, they're husbands your honor. updated this july 9th, 2022!

pairing: jeantonio (jean-paul "le chèvre" x antonio "el topo")

warnings: mentions of angst!! crimes and FEELINGS!! marriage mention

THEY WORK THE HARDEST BECAUSE THEY CANNOT FAIL

THEY JUST CANNOT OR ELSE THEYLL FORGET ONE ANOTHER

jean-paul is fairly quick, strong, and smart. he just isnt as stealthy as his co-thieves 😔

so hes on missions for vile often, given he's one of their best workers

ESPECIALLY since black sheep isnt working for them anymore

he and antonio really miss her tbh

antonio is really strong and stealthy but he lacks in the "think-like-a-criminal" department

not to say he isnt smart nonononono no!!!

hes just gullible and too trusting

hes used to not thinking twice about what someones saying or looking behind his back

hes too in the moment and that could easily lead to him getting fooled

but with enough time and patience hell surely get the job done

the couple doesnt have a lot of freetime

but when they do, cuddling!!!

jean-paul is top and antonio is bottom this is expected by now like cmon

jean just holds his short boyfriend in his arms and doesnt let go unless needed

"Jean, mi amour, you need to let me go."

"Non. I havent held you in weeks-months!"

antonio thinks about it. he really should be working out soon but he had to admit that this was so nice

"...5 more minutes"

nicknames are A GIVEN

jean-paul uses french ones and antonio uses spanish ones

the two cant really go on dates so they show their affections in little gifts and such

for their one year anniversary, antonio made a plan to confess how much jean-paul truely means to him in french

and it was honestly easier than he expected since the languages are so similar

"Je t'aime, Mi Corazon"

the goatmans face: 😳😭💓💖💞

but ohhhh nono jean-paul cant just let his precious bf go through all that labor of learning a new language by himself

so, as in goatman fashion, he learns spanish

the two talk to eachother in the languages and often switch back and fourth

mid sentence

it drives sheena MAD

she wants to know what theyre saying since shes nosey but she only knows a little spanish

antonio is more crafty so for holidays and special occasions he makes little cards for jean-paul every now and then

his handwriting is so nice it looks like it was typed by a machine

and jean-pauls handwriting is really curly and fancy

he has little loops throughout all his written sentences

after 5 years of dating, jean-paul tells antonio his last name because he trusts him with his LIFE

"and you deserve to know"

so in return antonio exchanges his full name as well

the two discuss their plans for the future periodically

but one night the two went into great detail about their hopes and dreams and how itll tie in with the others AND their careers

the night ended with them flipping a coin of who will take the other's last name once they get married

it landed on heads, jean-paul's

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