#chubby cheeks supremacy

[alxandergoth]

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[mazuwii]

Winter finals

Reiner X Reader

Wattpad requested

No warnings

Winter finals were on the way, in about two weeks, the exams would kick off and start. Not only had you not studied, you had a group of your friends help you search for the answers, sure the paper would be on a secret website online. Yet with only 14 days left, no avail.

Everyone agreed the tests coming up would be too difficult to answer, especially given the short time to learn and memorise everything. Sadly, you couldn't share the answers with everyone. After all, you and Jean were the masterminds behind the entire plan.

Baring all this in mind, you had forgotten a key thing. It was winter.

The buses would take too long to arrive for the sake of the deepening snow, your forgetfulness had caught up with the fact that you only had a cardigan to shelter yourself against the wind whipping against your numbing face.

Through the whistles violently blowing in your ear, you could hear hastened crunches in the snow. You turned to witness a familiar someone through the white painting over the concrete and buildings.

"Reiner?" You huffed a puffy cloud of warmth. "Y/n!" He waved a pile of clipped papers. Slowing down against the slippery parts of the street. A second warmth wafted against your face as he took a seat next to you. "Guess who finally found the papers we're doing?"

"You?"

"Mmm, no, I mean I don't need them-" he puffed out his chest like the cocky bastard he was, "But um, Bertholdt did, he asked me to give them to you."

He extended the papers out to you, to which you slowly but surely accepted with twinkling eyes, full of pride and joy in Bertholdt.

Suddenly, the blonde flinched at the brush of your fingers, hazel eyes wide in shock. "Y/n?"

You couldn't hear him above the excitement, flipping through the pages of answers you were sure to take pictures of and share with your friends.

"Hey! Y/n!"

"Mmm?" You slung your backpack from your shoulders to your lap, inserting the papers inside as if they were made of fragile gold. "Yeah Reiner? You need something?"

"You're so cold..." he stated obviously. Concerned gaze scanning over the small quivering of your lips and arms. "Psh, yeah, it's freezing, wanna feel?" You waved your fingers towards him.

"I- no!" He flinched away, causing you to giggle at his fragility. "Why aren't you wearing a coat? Aren't you freezing?"

"A bit. I forgot to go shopping, my last one ripped and the other, well my mum gave it to charity without asking for my opinion." Your words wandered off in a series of confusing blabbers about the lack of consent between your family.

The sound of a running a zip caught your attention, yet by the time you glanced over, warmth had already enveloped you. A small moan squeaked out of your lips, catching yourself by surprise. "Hey- w-what about you?!"

"I'll be fine, my house is nearby and I'm wearing a lot of layers- see?" He plucked the pale turtleneck he wore under his green sweater. "But, this is yours! Take it, I promise I'm"-

"Y/n." He firmly wrapped it around you, "I'll. Be. Fine. At least just keep it until you get a new one. Alright?" He blinked, awaiting your answer, "alright?"

You hesitantly nodded, noting that once he had made a decision, there was no way you could convince him not to.

Besides, how easy was it to deny how much you loved it, embraced in both warmth and the scent of tinted leather. A familiar scent that would instantly remind you of the man that so lovingly stared at you

The big red incoming bus had broken your hypnotising eye contact, making you scramble onto your feet in preparation. "My b-bus- is here!"

"Oh great." He said, standing up along with you. "Text me when you get home, Y/n."

"Yeah..." you smiled, almost turning to the door that was yet to open. Before you could hop on, you spun around and leapt onto the tall blonde. "Thanks. Reiner." You squeezed his waist, his arms carefully slithered around you, hands softly yet firmly patting your back.

Before he could respond, you tip toed to peck his already reddening cheeks, "See you tomorrow!" Was the last thing he heard while you hopped on the bus, leaving him to process what had just happened.

[mrsbrookemunson]

*~Insecure~* | S.S. x Gryffindor!MC

I wrote this in my journal about a month ago, and I thought it was time to share it - I hope you enjoy it. 

Warnings: *Not proofread* Angst with a fluffy ending, insecurities (on Sebastian’s side), ‘MC’ insert, fem!reader (she/her pronouns, referenced as girl), Gryffindor!MC (it’s for the plot), Leander slander (I’m sorry), mentions of food/not eating (hint at an ED, but can be taken a lot of other ways too), Imelda Reyes, Ominis x Anne, Ranrok doesn’t really exist as well as Rookwood, Professor Fig is alive, Anne is not cursed, Soloman is still alive - it’s a good little alternative universe. 

Word Count: 4674

Sebastian stared at his reflection in the full length mirror in his dorm with a rather large frown. It was now finally the weekend, and he had made plans with MC for a Hogsmeade trip. But, at this point he nearly had forgotten as the time was irrelevant, not knowing how much has went by. 

He couldn’t stop. Analyzing every one of his features. The way his nose was a little too flared, the way his cheek were slightly too chubby, and Merlin his freckles - his freckles were just... everywhere. And suddenly he thought - how can she look at me? Did she think all of these things when she stared at her for a moment too long for his liking? 

He always squirmed under her gaze. 

“Sebastian,” Ominis called out.

“Yes?” he sighed. 

“What are you doing? MC’s been waiting outside like a sad puppy waiting for you.” 

Two responses ran through his mind that would inevitably lead to different outcomes, he opted for the rather unfortunate one. “Tell her ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well’.” 

“Not feeling well? But, last night you wouldn’t stop blabbering about how excited you were for this trip.” 

“Must’ve come in the night - a bug, no doubt.” 

Ominis seemed to look rather disappointment in Sebastian. “Alright then... I’ll see to it.” With that, he leaves. 

When MC heard the news, her shoulders caved in a little, her body a slump as she sulked. “Oh...” she paused. “Did he say what he thinks it is?” 

“A bug - I’m sure he’ll feel better late after some rest.” His words seemed rather forced as if he weren’t sure he believed them himself. 

“Should I go check on him?” 

Ominis shook his head. “Nest to leave it be. I’ll escort you.” 

“And be you and Anne’s third wheel? I’m sorry, but I’ll have to pass.” 

He scoffed, “Oh c’mon - we aren’t near the level you and Sebastian are on, and I have to deal with the two of you everyday.” 

She sighed, “Fine.” 

“I’ll go grab Anne.” 

MC kicked at the ground in defeat.

“Ditched now, are we?” 

She grimaced, looking up at the owner of the voice. Leander. “Oh, no - Sebastian is feeling under the weather.” 

“Sounds like an excuse to me.” 

MC bit her tongue - she cannot talk back to someone from her own house. She cannot. But, oh... did she want to. 

“If I were dating you - I’d never dare to be away from you - even for a second. It makes it easier - us being in the same house, doesn’t it?” He dryly chuckled. “I mean a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?” 

“I don’t believe in house compatibility, nor stereotypes, nor house supremacy.” 

“Still, it doesn’t make sense. And you just had to pick the worst of them.” 

MC was now fuming. “The worst?!” she scoffed. “I’m sorry, but for someone who as you’ve said before, thinks highly of me - you sure don’t trust my judgment.” 

“I’m just thinking about what’s best for you, that’s all.” 

“What’s best for me?! And let me guess, you think you’re what’s best for me?” 

He shrugged. “Maybe.” 

“Well, you’re wrong. And it’s not your choice. And for the record...” She groans in frustration. “Sebastian is more than a Slytherin, he’s a person, a good person, who’s respectful, and generous, and loyal - Ha! He’s a better excuse of a Gryffindor than you’ll ever be!” She straightens her corset. “Now, if you don’t mind - not that I’d care if you did - I’ll be on my way.” She turns around. Her body froze when in front of her stood Anne, Ominis... and Sebastian. All with equally shocked expressions.

Her eyes widened. “Sebastian!” She awkwardly played with her hair. “Ominis told me you’ve fallen ill.” 

He stared at her for a moment before clearing his throat. “Yes - well - right - I’m feeling a little better now.” He attempted a casual smile. 

“Oh! Are you - are you sure?” She walked up to him, concern written all over her. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. She frowned. “You don’t feel warm.” She cupped his face, and analyzed his eyes and features for any sign of sickness. “And you don’t look pale.” 

That little voice in his head was going off the longer she took him in. 

“Yes, well...” He removed her hands, and held them in his own. “Like I said - I’m feeling better.” 

Her gaze held suspicion. “Very well, shall we be off.” 

He nodded and linked arms. The couple fell beside Anne and Ominis as they began to walk to Hogsmeade. 

“Why can’t we use floo powder?” Ominis asked. 

Anne nudged his stomach with her elbow before looking toward MC with wide smile. “Can I just say what you did back there was brilliant!” Anne started. “Putting Leander in his place.” 

MC glanced at Sebastian. “I only said the truth.” 

Sebastian’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. 

When they got to Hogsmeade, Sebastian turned to Brooke. 

“Where to first?” 

MC gasped with excitement. “Oh! The sweets shop!” 

He chuckled. “Lead the way.” 

She grabbed his hand, wasting no time dragging him along to Honeydukes. When they got there she immediately went to the chocolates section.

“Oh ‘Bastian look!” He peered over her shoulder. “They have those bon bons you like so much.” She picked up a box. “I’ll get us a box to share.” She turned her head and pecked his cheek then ran off to go pay.

His eyes flickered around the shop, but when a laugh cuts through the air, his attention is immediately back on the girl laughing at something the owner of the shop had said. 

“Thank you,” he heard her say to the worker.

Should he have paid for it? He thought for a brief moment.

“What were you laughing about?” he asked. 

She waved it off. “Oh, something about me paying - but I said you weren’t feeling well this morning. So, I bought these - which is true.”

He should’ve bought them. 

“Let me pay you back at least... how about with a... butterbeer?” He raised an eyebrow.

“How could I say no?” They linked arms again. 

They walked out. 

“Remember when I took you here on your first day? Still can’t believe Professor Weasley trusted me of all people to be your guide.” 

She smiled at him. “What if I told you it technically wasn’t her decision?” 

“Hm?” He tilted his head toward her. 

She became flustered. “Well, it was either you or Natty and I might’ve chose you...” 

“You never told me that,” he whispered. 

It was quiet, and she could sense that Sebastian had something to say, but she beat him to it.

“If we flashback to earlier that day.- I beat you in that duel.” 

He groaned, softly. “I’ll never live that down.” He laughed. 

“We have a lot of interesting memories together,” she said.

“Oh?” 

“Like you completely rejecting me.” 

He looked at her in alarm. “I thought you were over that.” 

“I am!” 

He gave her a look of disbelief. “You know how horrible I still feel - ” 

“Sebastian! I swear to Merlin it’s okay - it’s in the past - and I understand why you did it, so... no hard feelings.” 

He grumbled. “You should hold a grudge.” 

“Well, I don’t.” She intertwined their fingers. “Because I have you now, and that’s all that matters.” 

Sebastian pulled away for a second to open the door to The Three Broomsticks. “After you, m’lady.” 

She clicked her tongue. “Such a gentlemen.” 

He smirked, following her in afterward. “I try to be,” he paused. “Why don’t you go pick out a table and I’ll get us drinks.” 

“Okay!” She walked off.

His eyes caught her run into Anne and Ominis, sitting down with them. 

“Mr. Sallow, a pleasure to see you here, what can I do for you?” 

Sebastian looked at Sirona with a small smile.” Hello, Sirona, pleasure to see you as well - can I get two butterbeers?” He glanced at MC. “And a pumpkin pasty - please.” 

MC’s laugh spiraled through the room. It made his stomach flutter and his heart speed up a little. He could get drunk off of the sound. 

“I don’t mean to pry, but are you two still courting?” Sirona asked. 

“We are,” he said, proudly. He couldn’t take his eyes off his two favorite girls giggling and smiling as if it were the best day of their life.

“Glad to see it, you two are lucky to have each other. Since the day you came into here the day of that troll attack...” She clicked her tongue a few times. “I know love when I see it - you pick up on one or two things in this business.” She smiled, warmly, setting down the drinks and the pasty.

He smiled back at her, setting down a handful of galleons. “Feels like only yesterday, honestly.” He started to juggle their order in his hands. “Thank you, Sirona.” 

“Any time.” Her voiced dragged in his ears as he walked away. But, he could hear the small chuckle escape her and he could only imagine her shaking her head. 

He managed to get over to the table where Ominis, Anne, and MC were sitting at without causing an accident.

“Ugh - I wish you were in Slytherin sometimes, we could have so much fun together in the common rooms.” 

“Not to mention she does look good in green.” Sebastian winked, setting down her drink down in front of her. “I also got you a little extra something.” He set down the pasty.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, Sebastian, you shouldn’t have!” 

“I have a debt to pay off, you know,” he said, jokingly. 

“At this rate you’d still owe her a thousand pasties and a thousand butterbeers,” Ominis commented. 

“Make it two thousand,” Anne added. 

Sebastian laughed, awkwardly. “Thank you for that guys,” he said through his teeth. 

MC rolled her eyes, playfully. “You don’t owe me anything, Seb. I am perfectly satisfied with just having you.” 

And there goes his cheeks again. Heating up into a blush. 

Ominis made a noise of disgust. “A perfectly good appetite gone.” 

“Oh shush - ” Anne gently nudged him. “I think it’s cute.” 

Sebastian sits down next to MC. She was digging into her pasty, moaning and groaning in delight of the flavor.

Ominis shook his head. “You could at least have the decency to do that away from civilization.” 

MC froze in embarrassment, looking sheepish. “Sorry!” She ripped a piece off, holding it out for Sebastian. 

He delightfully took the offer. His brain short-circuited when her finger brushed his bottom lip. He taunted her by mimicking her, dramatically. “Oh - OH - that is good!” 

Anne giggled. 

“You know what? I agree with Ominis,” MC said with mocked bitterness. “This is getting too far, and my appetite is gone.”

“No, no!” Sebastian swallowed with a hearty laugh. “What have you eaten today?” 

She looked at him, reluctantly. “A pumpkin pasty...” 

His look got serious. “MC...” 

“M’sorry, okay? I was worried about you when you didn’t show for breakfast.” 

He grumbled under his breath and stood up abruptly. “Let me get you some real food.” 

She grabbed his hand. “Seb, it’s okay - this is plenty.” 

He shook his head, brushing her off, and storming off to the counter. 

Anne meets MC’s pout. “It’s only because he cares.” 

“I know,” MC replied. “I shouldn’t known, wouldn’t kept my mouth shut,” she paused. “I’m not even that hungry.” As if on cue, her stomach growled. Her expression faltered. “I just - he shouldn’t need to worry about me to the point where he needs to prove himself to me - I love him - a little too much if you ask me.” 

Anne grabbed her hand. “Then maybe it’s time to remind him of that.” 

MC nodded. “You’re right, it’s just hard.” 

Ominis tilted his head. “How so?” 

“you know I don’t believe in the whole house system, but others do - I mean if we were wearing our robes right now people would look at us like we were crazy, red in a sea of green. Remember last time I attempted to go into the Slytherin common room?” Anne winced at the memory. “Yeah, exactly - I can’t get him truly alone.” 

“There’s the undercroft - ”

“What about the Room of Requirement?” Ominis suggested. 

MC perked up. “This would be a time of need.” She thought hard about it. “Thank you, Ominis.” 

A plate clamored down in front of her.

“Shepherds pie - you told me you were craving it the other day,” Sebastian said, taking his seat again. (Have any of you tried the shepherds pie at Universal? I remember it being so good.)

MC turned to face him. She leaned in and pressed her lips up against his, gently. He made a noise of surprise, but regained composure almost immediately and kissed her back. He closed his eyes and indulged in the lingering pumpkin and spice flavor on her lips.

She pulled away. “Thank you,” she whispered. She turned away to dig into her food.

Anne and Sebastian gave each other knowing looks.

Sebastian breathes out, “I should get you shepherds pie more often...” He licked his lips, and glanced at her lovingly. 

He noticed her picking at it a few times and she only got halfway through it before saying she was full.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure?” 

She nodded. “Yes.” 

“Want to take the rest of it to go, at least?” 

“Would it make you feel better if I did?” 

“Yes, definitely.” 

“Then I’ll take the rest of it!” 

He smiled. “I’ll go grab you a box for it.” He leaves. 

MC’s curiosity grew, thinking back to earlier this morning. “I wonder what made him feel ill this morning - he seems perfectly healthy.” 

“It’s Sebastian - could’ve been anything,” Ominis noted. 

She shrugged. “I guess you’re right.” 

He comes back with a box. “Here you go, darling.” 

“Thank you.” 

She scoops the rest of her food into the box.

“Shall we head back?” Sebastian asks. 

“Sure!” MC stands. “Joining us?” she inquired toward Anne and Ominis.

Anne looked toward Ominis for an answer. He sits there quietly, until.the silence alarms him. “Oh! Why do I have to decide that?” 

Anne sighs, “We’ll catch up with you later.” 

MC is about to respond, but Sebastian gets to it first. 

“Suit yourselves.” He places a hand on the small of her back. “We’ll be on our way.” 

They walk out, hands now intertwined. Sebastian holding her food in his other hand. 

“That was fun,” she said as they begin their walk back to the castle. 

“It was...” 

“I’m glad you were able to come - it wouldn’t have been near as fun without you. How are you feeling by the way?”

He glanced at her. “I feel fine.” 

“What do you think it was?” 

He shook his head with a small shrug. “No idea.” 

“Hm...” 

“Don’t worry about it, ‘kay?” he paused. “So... about this morning - ”

“What about it?” 

“You know what I’m talking about.” 

Her posture straightened with pride. “He had no right to speak that way - about you, our relationship... it wasn’t right.” 

“So... you meant everything?” 

“Everything,” she breathed out.

A calm silence filled the air. No tension, no worries - just peace within each other’s presence. 

“So, I was thinking...” she started. 

“Oh?” 

She continued, “I was thinking - maybe - you’d want to sneak off to the Room of Requirement with me tonight?” 

He began to choke, violently coughing as his face turned red. 

She grew flustered as well. “Oh bloody Hell - not like that!” she scolded, reading his mind. “I just - we rarely get time alone.” 

He looked around. “We’re alone right now.” 

“No, I mean, really alone. No distractions, no - ” A lady frantically ran by, clutching her chest, crying. “That.” She cleared her throat. “Just me and you.” 

“Well, what about the Undercroft? Or we can sneak into the restricted section of the library? Or - ” 

She groaned. “Why are you arguing with me about trying to get us some alone time?” 

“I’m not arguing!” he corrected.

“You’re just being stubborn.” 

“Not true...” 

“Listen, just forget I said anything.” She shook her head and kept her eyes trained forward.

“No, no, let’s talk this out - so, you’re wanting some one-on-one time - I get it, but why today?” he paused. “You haven’t talked about this before.” 

She sighed. “Didn’t think it was a crime - wanting to spend time with my partner.” 

“Darling, that’s not - ” He inhales, sharply. “You know more than anyone how much I love being with you and spending time with you - I’m just a little curious is all - why you’re being so prominent about it now of all days.”

“Like I said - just forget it... please.” 

He nodded. He linked their arms to pull her closer to him. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly toward her. “I’d love to sneak off to the Room of Requirement with you tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

She let out a soft smile, meeting his doe-eyes once. “Okay,” she whispered back.

He returned a breathtaking smile. “Perfect.” 

The castle was growing bigger the closer they got. 

“Big game coming up.” 

She smiled. “Gryffindor against Slytherin - who are you rooting for?” 

“Gotta support my house - but you know I’m always secretly rooting for you.” 

“Oh!” she gasped, raising her eyebrows. “What would your people have to say about that? You’ve gone soft.” 

“My people?!” He looked offended. “And I have not gone soft - if we were sentenced to duel right now, don’t think you’d get away easily.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” She pulled away when they got to the doors. “This is where I part.” She grabbed her leftover food from his hands.

He frowned. “I’ll see you later then.” 

“Yes! I’ll meet you outside your common room at - let’s say - twelve?” 

He nodded. “Till then.” 

MC leaves. When she rounded the corner, disappearing, Imelda walks up to Sebastian. 

“Surprised to see you two still at it.” 

Sebastian looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?” 

“A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Sounds like a doomed relationship to me.” 

“Doomed? well... you’re wrong.” 

“Just give it time. Those Gryffindors - they always have to prove they’re better than us. Soon enough - you’ll be nothing more than a competition and if I learnt anything over my time being here at Hogwarts - it’s that Slytherins always have a way of losing.” 

His eyes narrowed as Imelda walked away. Deep down he knew none of what she said was true, but still - his mind wandered. Was their relationship really doomed? And had it been from the start? He thought back to the beginning, but can’t seem to find solid evidence. Sure, they would bicker at each other from time-to-time - but even then he was down bad for her that it came off more like bantering. But, then he broke her heart. Now that was something he’d rather not think about right now (It’s a long story.) He found his mind wandering over MC’s biggest belief. That a house doesn’t determine someone’s path. And a house shouldn’t determine how you see people, it shouldn’t affect anything... it’s wrong. It’s like judging someone based off looks, color, size, sexual orientation, the list goes on... And if Sebastian was being honest with himself - he slowly realized that maybe she was right. ‘Cause Merlin... she wasn’t just a Gryffindor - in this case she was also a Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff - and Hell - even a Slytherin. And maybe that’s where he felt so small. Because in his mind - he was only a Slytherin - and he loathed the thought of what everyone assumed was his dark path in the future that he truly didn’t want. But, he felt it. He’s scared that it really is true and he’ll lose MC, Ominis, and Anne for good one day. The thought made him sick. 

Does he know when to stop? He worried he doesn’t. 

“There you are,” she breathed. “You’re late, thought you accidentally fell asleep or something.” 

Had he really been stuck in his head for so long? “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” She took his hand. “Let’s go.” 

She guided him through the dark, empty halls of the school. Up the stairs and down some, then back up again. (Don’t get me started on that “Off on another adventure” lady.) Then there it was. She looked around before opening the door, and signaling to him to come in.

“I’m surprised,” she started. “That was surprisingly easy.” 

“I’m not complaining,” he said.

Suddenly a door appeared. 

She looked over at it, curiously. “Interesting...” She walked over and opened it. “Wow...” 

“Find something?” He walked up to her and peeked over her shoulder. 

A room, dim-lit by a roaring fireplace. A sofa, displaying pillows and blankets. She ventured further in.

“Now this is something.” She felt so warm and cozy in the atmosphere the room created for them. 

He followed her in. “And this place just conjured this?” 

“It creates what you need.” She sat down on the sofa. “I brought the chocolates by the way,” she said, pulling them out of her bag and setting them on the coffee table in front of her. 

He sat down beside her. This caused her to avert her gaze to his face, staring at him with such a passionate intensity, one adorned by pure love. 

He shifted in his spot. And there he was, back standing in front of his mirror, staring at his reflection. “What are you doing?” he blurted. 

She was taken aback. “Admiring you.” 

The urge to scoff bubbled in his throat. “Is that it?” 

She frowned. “Is everything alright, Sebastian?” 

He couldn’t help it, the words were on the tip of his tongue, it was no use attempting to hold them back. “Are we a doomed relationship?” 

Oh.... how he wished he didn’t look at her. His heart sunk at the sight of hurt on her features. Immersed in sadness. He knew in that moment, this expression will haunt him in his nightmares once again - the same expression she shared with him all that time ago when he rejected her.

“What?” she whispered. “Is that what you believe?” 

“Imelda said - ”

“Imelda?!” She grew frustrated. “You’re taking her opinions into consideration now?” 

“Yes!” he paused, his shoulders caved in. “No...” He looked down at his shaking hands. “I don’t know! Maybe they’re right... Imelda, Leander - I mean, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?” 

“Bloody Hell!” she groaned. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Agreeing with Leander of all people! What’s gotten into you?” 

“Nothing! I’m just saying - ”

“What?! What are you possibly trying to say?” She got up and paced around. “Because, it sounds like you’re trying to break up with me - ” She sighed. “You’ve been distant and I don’t.know why, but I know this isn’t you, so please...” She stopped and knelt down in front of him. “Talk to me.” 

It was as if the dam broke and all came pouring out. Tears ran down his face while she was quick to engulf his into her arms, taking a place close next to him. He cried into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry!” he hiccuped.

“Shhh - it’s okay...” She rubbed his back, soothingly. 

He pulled away. “No, it isn’t - I just - I’ve been feeling so insecure lately, and.everyone is getting into my head.”

“What do you mean insecure?” 

He sighed, avoiding her worried expression. “You’re.- you’re so good. You’re kind and loyal and smart and talents and so open-minded, and you see the world so... differently, so beautifully. While I’m just... me.”

“I’m not quite following.” 

He laughed, humorlessly. “Don’t you see?! I’m - I’m not right for you. I’m not good... I’m flawed and ugly and I’m so confused on how you can simply just look at me half the time.” He covered his face with his hands. “Because every time I look in the mirror I can’t stand what I see.” 

Her heart ached, and her own tears were running now her face. “Oh, Sebastian... When I look at you - “ She sighed. “Merlin, words don’t describe it. Sebastian - you’re beautiful - inside and out...” 

He shook his head. He felt her soft hands grip his wrists, gently pulling his hands away. His eyes met hers. 

She gazed, longingly into his blood-shot eyes. Its brown color seemed much more prominent as they were entirely a shade darker, nearly black. But, there was still that rush of sweet honey that swirled around his iris’. “You are beautiful,” she repeated. “Yes, you have flaws, but so does everyone else in the world - you don’t know how many times I’ve - ” She cuts herself off. “The point is - we all have out insecurities, we all have our imperfections, but it’s those that makes us individuals.” She frowned a little deeper when his expression didn’t change. “Tell me,” she blurted.

“What?” he croaked. 

“Tell me what you don’t like.” 

“MC - no - ”

“At least one thing, one thing that you wish you could change.” 

Reluctantly, he gave in with defeat. “My nose...” 

She gasped, scandalized. “What?! This cute little button nose that I could kiss all day long?” She pecked the tip.of his nose. “Wish I could steal it, honestly.” Her bore into his. “What else?” 

He was too enchanted by her to even realize he continued. “My cheeks - they’re too chubby.” 

“Nonsense - ” She cupped his face. “To be honest I’m not into crazy cheekbones and jawlines. Yours is a perfect balance and I love them because I can do this!” She littered his cheeks his kisses, he almost let out a giggle but managed to hold back

He released a breath, that came out dreamily. “My freckles -  ” he blurted whilst she was in the midst of cutely assaulting his cheeks. “They’re just - mmm - ” His eyes closed. 

Her lips pressed to his in a longing kiss before moved them down, in more of a drag to kiss along his jaw, tracing the outline of his face with her lips, she went up to his temple, then to his forehead - at this point he was dizzy and breathless. 

“I would spend eternity counting every one, creating constellations that only I’d ever have the pleasure of knowing about...” she paused. “Sebastian Sallow, I am in love with you, every part of you  that most of the time I don’t know what to do.” 

“Don’t stop.” 

“Hm?” 

“Don’t ever stop being in love with me.” 

She gazed at him in awe. “Never,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry for making you think I wanted to break up with you, it’s just - ”

She stopped him. “Hey, I understand, it’s easier for people to get into our heads when we’re in a vulnerable state. But, please just promise me the next time you feel like this you’ll come talk to me.” 

He nodded, hastily. “I promise.”

“Good.” 

His eyes glanced over at the chocolates. She caught it and widely smiled. She grabbed the box and leaned into Sebastian’s side. As they cozied up together, they found themselves enjoying the presence of each other along with the warmth of the fire. They both listened carefully to each other’s breathing, melting together into the sofa in a state of pure bliss and relaxation.

She took a chocolate out of the box and held it up for him. “Open up.” 

He gladly did, taking the thing whole. “We should do this more often,” he said with a mouthful of chocolate.

They laid down slightly, getting more and more comfortable with each minute passing. 

She plopped a chocolate into her mouth. “I could get used to this.” 

And there is was. Sebastian’s mind went down a new path for his future, one where him and MC lived together far away in a little cottage. Her in his arms all the time, getting to wake up next to her every morning, feeding each other sweets after supper by the fire. Maybe even a family... Whatever or wherever, he knew one thing - he wanted her to be there.

“Yeah...” he breathed. “I could get used to this too.” 

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[tubbybunnysblog]

Fantasy:

The pigs and cows all around you are sucking down lard like it’s what they’re meant to. They’re growing rapidly at a rate that doctors are alarmed by. The median weight around you is expanding continuously. Yet your fat ass is accumulating mass like an astrological body and the black hole that is your stomach is consuming everything in sight, in a world where obesity is not just prominent but promoted you are a glorious bloated whale among fat simple farm animals. Belly large enough to keep your feet warm when sitting. Said feet loaded with blubbery adipose, ankles swollen with cascading rolls, calves as big as round as sedan tires, thighs as big as big as tree trunks. Your ass that hasn’t left contact with your seat since before this obesity renaissance started is approaching the size of a life raft. Moving up your body to the chaotic system of fat rolls along your sides and back that hide treasures and secrets from an era before you were fed glorious slop from tubes. Connecting from there your back boobs that could fit there own bra (most likely somewhere in the middle of the alphabet) and opposite of those your tits that have grown so fat that any bra would snap under their weight so now they have made your behemoth of a belly their home. Now the two most important parts of your body your arms and mouth. Your arms are at war, your wrists are being occupied by the flab that poses as your forearms, they are encroaching on your hands as we speak, your elbow fat is grinding away at your forearms for flab supremacy. But the worst are your shoulders that must support an onslaught of neck flab and multiple chins. Your face which has become a symbol of gluttony and greed, is now nothing more than chubby cheeks, chins and plump lips covered in grease and slop. No one has caught up to the massive woman in the mirror. Though many have tried and none succeed. You never let anyone get close as soon as someone even thinks they might rival you in size you down another gallon of pure butter and grease and then another and more in a marathon of gluttonous rage. “Why should anyone be as big as me?” And like that no one ever is.

Queen glutton

Omg 🥵

 This is so well written oh my goodness

[the-illiterate-pirate]

I suppose I can publish this a little early hehe

Happy Valentine's Day, you love birds! I come baring a special gift, very indulgent and dedicated to a friend, but I wanted to share it with everyone. Hope you enjoy! <3

Cupid's Chokehold

Warnings and Notes: fem!reader, mentions of eating food (specifically pork) near the end, negative thoughts towards the reader, maybe not the most yandere piece you'll read but warnings still apply for violence and blood, but mostly fluff. And finally CHUBBY VALENTINE SUPREMACY

The president's mood was lifted immensely when you were in the room with him. Even when you were doing something as childish as taking enjoyment from the fat in his cheeks.

He allowed you to sit with him in his chair, feet kicking off the other of his lap while you massaged his face. Valentine took great joy in the feeling of your warm hands, his heart silently swooning from your touch. Everything felt soft like bird feathers, and it was another tug at his heart strings. If only things were different. If only he wasn't the president. Maybe he could indulge in your sweet touch for all of eternity, without interruption.

"Excuse me... Sir?"

"Hm? Oh, my apologies, I forgot you were here." Valentine hummed nonchalantly, carefully taking a hand in his to point his attention at the man in front of him, bored looking, rubbing his thumb against the tendons in your hand. The other man dressed in a fine suit watched, nervously clearing his throat. "Y-Y'see sir, there's a... Problem with some of the other guards here in the building. They've been saying some questionable things, I was hoping we could speak more privately–"

"Dear, please stop." Valentine interrupted to speak to you yet again, giggling with his face cupped in your hands once more.

He gently took them in his his, kissing the insides of your cool, soft palms, swiveling in his chair away from the desk. He lightly pushed you out of his lap to stand on your own feet, "Go, try some of the foods our chef brought up for us."

Pouting cutely, you did as told. But not before adding a sweet kiss to Valentine's forehead. "Okay~."

His soldier caught the dreamy smile on his president's lips. His relationship with his first lady was one for the papers. A true power couple. In all honesty the lonely soldier was quite jealous of the sweet lady his president Valentine was blessed with. But his stress was running high. And his very dear president was not listening to a damn word he had to say. "Mr. President...?"

"Yes, my apologies... What was it you were saying?"

The soldier sighed. "Right, sir. It's a very sensitive topic I need to speak with you about. I'm trying to word this delicately... I've heard conversations between guards lately... And–"

"Cheesecake?"

"No, thank you. Wait. Is that strawberry?" Valentine closed his eyes, delighted in the soft, creamy taste of the airy desert. You took immense joy in feeding him small bites of the cake, prompted by a soft noise any time he opened his mouth for more.

He looked so sweet in the moment, staring into you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him. His lips tasted like the sweet cake, promoting giggles from you as Valentine covered you in kisses up to your forehead down to your lips.

"My love, you taste sweeter than anything else." He sighed against your neck, tickling your skin with his pointy nose. You add a big smooch on his face, squeezing his squishy cheek while you cooed, "My dear Valentine~."

The nameless soldier had enough. He stood, fists clashing against the wooden desk, finally at his limit. "President Valentine! This is serious!"

"You're still here?! Spit it out already! Can't you see I have more pressing things to attend to?"

"Sir, just last night I overheard two guards arguing about the first lady. They... They said she wasn't fit to marry you."

At the pang of your fork falling to the floor, the room went dead silent. You were horrified, the hands just holding your soon-to-be husband coming up to hide your mouth. While Valentine didn't share your fear, there was a look of muddled disgust and questioning on his face the guard before him confused with terror.

As Valentine thought of a new plan, you had excused yourself to hide your sorrow away in the corner of the president's room. Valentine barely heard what the other man had said. Once the words left the soldier's lips the blond was already getting out of his seat, quickly making his way to you, placing gentle arms around you to console you close.

"Oh, Dear, please, look at me. Don't let two insolent fool's words hurt you, you know it isn't true."

But you were unconsolable. His gloved hand moved to cup your face, tenderly, but you refused. You turned away, masking your sobs behind your shaking hand. Valentine saw the light of the window reflected in your glassy, wet eyes and something sparked within him.

"But Valentine. What if what they say is true? What if this just happens to be our first of hearing it, but the rest of your men agree? What if I am unfit to be their first lady...?"

He quickly silenced you. "Stop! Of course you'll make the perfect first lady! Please, don't let an idiot's mocking get the best of you!"

Your meek eyes turned down. His hands, they held you firmly, but so softly. No matter how abrasive he was, Valentine always treated you gently. Even as his anger flew wildly he found it in himself to comfort you as well as he could.

Even so... You couldn't bear to let him treat you in such a way. Did you really deserve it? To feel his kind hand on you? "I don't think I can, Valentine. If my own people don't like me, how can I ever stand next to you as your wife..? Someone like you... They deserve better than something like..." Valentine couldn't hear another word.

His hand grabbed your chin. He forced you to look back up at his piercing eyes, and he stole a kiss. Plush lips against yours, so warm, a comfort you couldn't find anywhere else than him. The sweet taste of your shared dessert lingered, combined with the salt of your tears. He didn't pull away until you had to, gasping for air.

"No more... You're not in the right state of mind, my heart. Let's rest. Afterwards we can settle this with calm minds."

"A-A nap..? Maybe...Maybe you're right. I may feel better after some rest." Valentine rested a hand on the small of your back, easily guiding you to the bedroom off to the side of his office. You wandered off to open the door, anxiety ridden hands fumbling with the knobs until he opened the door for you. The presidential bedroom was dark and warm, inviting you in easily with the promises of an undisturbed nap.

"I'm right behind you, dear. I'll be with you shortly."

You nodded along without saying a word. You trusted him. You gathered yourself and made it to the bed, as the president turned an angry glare at the guard still at his desk. The soldier was frozen in fear. His president took cold steps towards his seat, and he didn't move. His presence overwhelmed the officer in question, not able to do a damn thing until the president's hands came down on to the chairs armrests with much force, where he jumped slightly.

"You will tell me the names of the two guards you heard over sharing. Next, you're going to leave this room. Understood?"

The younger man nodded, "Y-Yes, Mr. President." He took a deep breath before continuing, "Their names are Officer Paul and Officer Art. Badge numbers are..."

Valentine took into great detail what the man below him said. He already knew of Officer Paul, a nasty bastard who talked too much and never knew when to shut up. He was good at his job and that was why he stayed. Officer Art he couldn't put a finger on. But the president would figure it out soon.

"Good work. You're dismissed." Valentine let go of the chair and proceeded to make his way to your shared bedroom. The other man sighed in relief of finally getting away from the president's rage. In all his six years of working for Funny Valentine, never before had he seen him like this. Valentine was always level headed. Even in dire circumstances, he was calm, collected, and as sharp as a bayonet. There was something bubbling from underneath the surface now, something nerve-wracking.

"Mr. President, what are you... What are you planning on doing to those men?"

Valentine stopped walking, hand on the doorknob. "What I do doesn't concern you. You'll be paid handsomely for your work here, but now you're free to leave."

It was simple; treason is punishable by death, of course. But Officer Miller was a good man, he didn't need to know he had the blood of two men on his hands. Valentine will settle the score with them later, for now he had a very troubled fianceé to console. And console he shall.

A woman like you didn't deserve to have her heart played with. You were perfect, for all Valentine cared. You held him dearly, despite his round appearance. Of course he didn't care what he looked like, but it was nice to hear you enjoyed the squishy parts of his body, along with everything else. It was easy for you to steal his heart away. Call him a fool, but someone like you helped him believe in something as childish as love at first sight.

He was there with you as you fell into slumber. His hand on your head, gently stroking your hair. He watched your eyes close, they were still red, but hazy with sleep rather than tears.

He couldn't help himself. Valentine leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your crown, whispering to you before he moved. "Don't worry your sweet head about any of this. You'll make the perfect wife, I know. And once you wake, this will all feel like a bad dream."

"F..Funny..? You're not leaving, are you..?"

"Of course not, dear." He lied through his teeth without a shred of guilt. "I'll be here with you, sleeping beside you."

Finally, he saw your smile again. It warmed his heart to see such a sweet, tired looking thing. "I love you, Valentine."

"And I, you, my sweet girl." One last kiss to your temple, and he watched you fall asleep. For good measure he stayed like this for a few more minutes, watching your breathing move your sleeping figure and rubbing his thumb against the knuckles of your hand. Once he was sure your breathing was deep and slow, he silently left into the night, with you in his heart, and murder in his mind.

Against a wall a soldier stood. Late at night, her eyes drooped with the heavy need to sleep. She was alone. No one else to keep her company in this corner of the building, on this lonely, quiet night.

She yawned into her hand. Just as the woman blinked away tears she saw someone approach from her left, another guard to relieve her off duty.

"Ah, Officer Paul! Thank goodness, I was feeling like I was just about to pass out where I stood." They gave each other a short salute, Paul taking the younger woman's place against the wall. Just as they swapped places her shoulder collided with his. A quick sorry was said, but the girl quickly skittered away to find her sleeping quarters. She missed the irritated sneer he gave her backside, and couldn't hear the curse he spoke underneath his breath.

"Fucking bitch."

He squared his shoulders, firearm secure in his grip, and Officer Paul got ready for a very long night with a hangover.

No one else was here with him. There was no moving air, not a soul to stir up a current, but Paul was keenly aware of the fluttering flag next to him. The end of the flag just inches off of the floor lapped at the turning corner of the next hallway in an odd way. A strange miracle maybe. Or maybe this place was haunted, that'd give Paul something to care about.

So fixated on the flag he looked up just in time to meet the eye of his superior. Clad in pink and about a head shorter was his president. "Oh, Mr. Valentine. What brings you here?"

Valentine hummed before speaking. "I thought a stroll around my building would help me relax, I was having a rough time falling asleep."

A strange reason to explore the forgotten corners of the house, but Valentine was his own man.

"Officer Paul is it? I did come to find you because I had a very important conversation to have with you."

The man, taller than his president by a head, finally turned to give the blond his complete attention. "Yes, Mr. President?"

What happened next, Officer Paul wasn't sure how to explain. Valentine stood still, his eyes unfeeling as he watched a hole form in the officer's body. As if a fist had been punched through his abdomen, but there wasn't anything Paul could see. Whatever it was went right through him, keeping him from bleeding out and trapping him on that invisible force like a fish on a hook.

Valentine walked closer as the officer doubled over in pain. On his knees, Valentine could stare the younger man dead in the eye, that emotionless stare now replaced with rage. "Did you really think you could get away with speaking ill of your president's wife?" He asked in a cold tone.

Paul was lifted up until his feet couldn't feel the ground. He choked up red, blood staining his chin and splattering on Valentine's cheek as he backed Paul into a corner and a nearby door. It didn't affect him. He continued to talk.

"You are out of your mind if you thought for even a second you could get away with it." Paul only coughed up more blood.

Valentine said nothing as he took the door in his hand ready to slam it against Officer Paul's weak bloodied face. He looked him in the eye one final time before sending him away with the ability of his Stand, never to be seen again. Even as his blood boiled over what the man had said, Valentine steeled himself and took a breath. He still had work to do.

Valentine turned back to look over the crime scene. Apart from some blood in the carpet everything was right. Valentine sighed, even after he disappeared he still caused trouble. Oh, well. Valentine would stage it as an attack. He'd wound himself and say Paul disappeared after he was let go. Later he'd get a maid to clean this up, the first person he needed to see next was Officer Art.

The next morning when you woke up the room smelled of sweet syrup and freshly cooked meat. A window was open, the curtains pulled to allow fresh air and a soft ray of light to illuminate the room. At your bedside was a moving tray, decorated with silver platters and a lovely candle burning bright. Just as you twisted away to stretch you noticed who had woken you. Valentine watched you with a soft look on his face while you stirred and stretched and rubbed away the tiredness from your eyes. Once you were settled you quickly found yourself taken into his gentle arms, squeezing you close with a kiss on your brow,

"Good morning, my love."

"Good morning, dear."

Once your mornings were said Valentine moved away to start preparing breakfast. You watched in amazement as he took off the lids to the platters, a soft but equally excited "dojyaaan~" was heard. The plates were all stacked high with bacon, sausage, pancakes, eggs, everything to make up a complete breakfast. With warm syrup and juice to top it off. "All of this food for me?" You asked in awe.

"Well, for us. I still haven't eaten yet, but I wanted to spend the morning of Valentine's day with you."

"My stars! It's Valentine's Day already?!" You took the plate he offered reluctantly. The food looked delicious, but you only looked at it with sadness. "I was supposed to have something planned... But I've been so busy, and with last night's fiasco..."

Valentine silenced you with a light kiss. "Nonsense dear, you don't need to plan anything," He placed a cup full of your favorite juice on the nightstand beside you. "Getting to be with you is perfect for me." And finally he got into bed next to you. "Speaking of last night. How are you feeling? You slept straight through the night, I'm guessing it helped some?"

You nodded, swallowing a hunk of pancake before answering. "Yes I feel much better. Looking back on it, I think I might've overreacted... I'm sorry."

Valentine waved you off after setting down his coffee. "Nonsense. What happened last night was unacceptable, but it's been taken care of." Nothing else was said after that. The memory of last night still made you uneasy, but not as bad as before. Had you overreacted? What was the right reaction to being called a poor wife to the president? And what did he mean by "take care of"? Did he fire the poor soldiers? You remember a glimpse of yesterday night. Late after midnight, just for a moment he was missing but you fell back asleep before it bothered you. Valentine had always been a poor sleeper, thinking about it now, though, that might've been his opportunity to strike. You continued to eat. Your overthinking let your eggs get cold.

Valentine did his utmost best to make breakfast perfect. Never for a second did your cup run dry, or your plate have empty space until you had to pry him away from the food cart. You both were cuddled together now, bellies full and happy with utensils and plates pushed aside, just for a second while you indulge in his presence. It was one of those domestic moments you didn't get often. You'd have to milk it while you had the chance.

"This morning has been perfect... I don't want to leave bed for a second." You snuggled closer to him, head tucked between his arm with your hand playing with his chest. He was warm and soft, and so were the blankets. You had to fight off your drowsy urges, lest you fall back asleep.

Valentine chuckled, the vibrations jostling you lightly. "It has been... Although, there's one thing I almost forgot to give you."

Unfortunately, he moved to get out of bed. You watched him move back to your side, confused with an eyebrow arched. Valentine patted off his pink suit, before offering you his hand and pulling you up to sit at the foot of the bed.

"What's this all about, Funny?" You ask, rubbing away the sleep in your left eye.

"Something very important." He says getting on his knees. He gripped a hand in his, looking you in the eye. Just before eating he took off his gloves. The skin underneath was soft, he liked to moisturize often to keep them baby smooth. They were warm, and you felt safe being held in them and looking into his adoration filled eyes. "My dearest Y/n. I love you, truly and with my entire heart. With you, my heart is clear, and there is no one else who can do the things you do to me. But yesterday I was reminded of something. In every sense of the word, except by law, it feels as if we've been married to each other for a very long time."

He let go of your hand to retrieve something from his inner coat pocket. A small, velvety box. At your feet, with you towering above him like a beautiful angel, he showed you vulnerability as he opened up the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.

"Will you do me the honor of marrying me, and becoming my Mrs. Valentine?"

Your hands were thrown to your mouth to stifle a gasp. You took in the scene: your boyfriend on his knees, staring up at you with hopeful blue eyes. The ring was gaudy, the diamond in the middle taking up far too much space in the tiny box. But in its extravagant way it reminded you of your boyfriend. No, your fiancé.

"Oh, Funny, yes of course I'll marry you!" You fall into his lap, him catching you with ease, he held the ring in a death drip while you proceed with smothering his face in kisses. No one but you two existed, there was no one and nothing stopping you from doing as you pleased in the security of your bedroom. He kissed you back with fervency, placing his hot lips against yours, tasting like sweet alcohol with the same effect on your body. Your hearts hammered together like wild birds in their cages.

"I love you, my dear, sweet, Mrs. Valentine."

You giggle against his mouth, the sound exciting his pumping heart more. "I love you too, Mr. Valentine."

He kissed you again, "You'll be mine forever, right?"

You held him closer, arms wrapping around him in a gentle hug while you rested your chin on his shoulder. "Yes... Till death do us part, isn't that right?" Yes. He liked the sound of that.

He held you back. No matter what, Valentine would make sure you stayed by his side. Even if he had to fight tooth and nail to keep you there. He planted a final kiss on your lips.

[salternateunreality2]

MDZS/The Untamed/SephZack, Episodes 24-50 aka the end

Because I got too excited and barely paused long enough to scream at frens.

LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BUNS

Spoilers ahead:

After Red Lady finds Zack and begs for his help rescuing Cloud:

I WAS SO RIGHT ABOUT WEN NING BEING CLOUD He was stabbed through the middle and is now in a weird coma after being rescued by Zack. Peak Cloud right there. Just watch, homeboy is going to have an identity crisis/memory issues. BB CLOUD IS ALIVE!!!

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After the midnight rescue and pivotal point where Sephiroth stands aside, allowing his beloved to pass with the remnants of the Wen clan:

THE BABY HAS ARRIVED. He is a CHONKER and needs ALL THE SNAX. AND HE RECOGNIZED HIS OTHER DAD OUT OF EVERYONE!!!!!!! FEED HIM WHATEVER HE DESIRES.

Baby A-Yuan supremacy. I can't even think of a parallel for him in FF7 because I'm too busy wanting to pinch his chubby little radish cheeks.

Maybe he's Nanaki. An expert at getting grown-ups to share snacks with him, who grows up into a surprisingly competent teenager due to all the ~trauma~.

Anyway, market scene in a nutshell:

Child: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Sephiroth: ...😐

Child: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Citizens: are you his dad? Do you not know how to sooth your child?! Are you an idiot?! Do you need HELP?!?!?!?!?!

Sephiroth: *bluescreen* *error.png*

Child: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Zack: trolololololol buy him something

Sephiroth: uh, ok

Child: *magnetized to Sephy*

Sephiroth: *equally as horrified and confused as when child was crying* *he literally never imagined himself as a dad* *but has been forcefully adopted*

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Cloud: *violently emerges from his coma*

Zack: EYYY! SPIKE!!! MY DUDE!!!! *hi fives, shoulder bumps*

Cloud: I cOuLd HaVe KiLlEd YoU?!

Zack: False, I brought Sephiroth!

Sephiroth: ...

Zack: *shows Sephiroth around his hovel like it's paradise on earth*

Sephiroth: *looking at Zack like he's paradise on earth*

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Red Lady: *gives Zack enough poison to tranquilize a bear*

Zack: Don't you fuckin dare go off and self-sacrifice!

Red Lady: Bitch, that's rich coming from you! Also, are you made out of pure red bull and spite?! How are you still awake?!!?

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Things I am still not ok about:

Cloud being made into a puppet to kill Jin Ling's dad.

The one hundred holes curse. Just. Ew.

The remnants of the Wen clan ALL turning themselves in.

Grandma Wen dying.

Jin Ling being orphaned.

Zack thinking he needed to die to stop himself.

Sephiroth crying.

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Sephiroth: *gets drunk*

Zack: This is the best thing ever.

Sephiroth: *proposes to his boyfriend by giving him chickens*

Zack: Look at this adorable city boy, not even knowing how to hold a chicken. I love him so much.

Sephiroth: *goes hog wild and does...GRAFITTI!*

Zack: PFFT! Y'know what, I'll carve my name too <3

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Zack with his juniors aka ducklings is like a border collie intensely guiding them in the right direction as they bumble along.

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Lan Wangji's sword is named Bichen, because he has serious resting bichen face.

Also I heard that he has a long wang, so Long Wang-ji seems appropriate too!

The Lan clan should be the Lan, meaningful glances clan. There is so much staring deeply into each other's eyes. And the eyes of their crushes.

(I'm 49.9% sorry)

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Best Hurt/Comfort boyfriend/husband angst moments:

Jin Ling getting stabby with Zack.

Zack making himself bait as if this was FF7 canon.

Everything that happened on the top of that cliff with the bloodbath and Zack's death.

Sephiroth giving Zack a piggyback.

When they visited Genesis and Zack's internal injuries caught up to him.

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It was so heartbreaking to watch Zack gather himself to be the sacrifice yet again, huge "heh, the price of freedom sure is steep" vibes 😭😭😭

Then Sephiroth jumps in with a "No. No, you're not doing this alone this time." And Zack is so relieved and surprised and you really have to be looking, but his whole body just relaxes and lights up at the same time, like the weight of the world he puts on like a backpack is suddenly halved and 😭😭😭😭

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Wen Ning/Cloud's arc is so wholesome. After all the, y'know, mind control and death stuff.

So proud of him for separating his identity from Zack's in the end, but never letting go of the loyalty. He recognizes and adopts A-Yuan like Cloud does with Denzel.

He's strong with Zack and becomes strong alone.

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I do NOT feel as bad as the series wanted me to feel about baby-face incest filicidal murderer McGee. Sure, Angeal loved him, but Angeal was severely misled. If Angeal wasn't such a good guy, I'd feel completely delighted that McGee's boyfriend was the one who killed him. His good qualities were *checks notes* remembering one guy's name and not physically abusing his boyfriend or accepting his boyfriend's offer to die with him. Wow.

He can go kick rocks and stub his toe and get a major infection and die.

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Genesis being a responsible uncle, lol:

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Re: that scene with Bichen that's NOT in the live-action drama, but apparently is in the books...

THAT'S NOT WHAT IT MEANS TO "USE PROTECTION".

Also, I now realize that the comment about riding one's sword was a translation CHOICE, not an accident.

[yuliasever]

Day5: "ABO/Omegaverse

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," Damian said in a sleepy voice. He kissed the spot on Tim's neck where he'd just left a fresh mark of his teeth. The bite was not strong and the skin had already begun to recover, which did not really satisfy Damian's inner omega, who rose a little higher than the previous bite and repeated it.

Tim looked up from his papers, leaning over to the young man who was lying on the couch with him. Shortly before Tim started working, Damian showed up asking for a lie down together. And who would Tim be if he refused his sleepy and sweet boyfriend.

Damian half hugged him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck close to the scent gland, soothed by the scent of his alpha.

"Why are you biting? I thought you wanted to sleep."

"I still do," Damian said sleepily. His long eyelashes fluttered as sleep washed over him. Tim touched his palm to one of the younger's ruddy cheeks, stroking it with his thumb. In anticipation of the oncoming heat wave, the boy's temperature was rising, so Tim's hands felt incredibly cool compared to Damian's hot skin. The younger clung to the touch, moaning a little at the pleasant sensation.

A contented quiet purr brought a smile to Tim's face. No matter how much he hears these sounds from his boyfriend, anyway, every time the butterflies return to his stomach.

"So you bite even in your sleep", Tim chuckled softly, plunging his fingers into Damian’s hair, stroking the sleepy omega.

Damian stood behind the stove and hummed a song along with the morning radio. He was in good spirits, rested and refreshed after a period of heat. She and Tim also had the day off, which meant they could go out for a walk somewhere.

Damian smiled, continuing to wield the spatula in the frying pan as Tim shuffled behind him, probably crawling out of the bedroom to the smell of food. As Damian expected, there was a yawn first, and then he was hugged from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Mentally counting to five, Damian smiled at the accuracy with which the elder's body almost regularly followed - Tim collected the last pieces of sleep and yawned, and finally waking up, said: "Good morning" - and reached for Damian's cheek.

Ready for a morning kiss on the cheek, Damian leaned forward. He almost answered the morning greeting when, instead of a kiss, Tim nibbled on his cheek. Slightly pulled and chewed in addition. Of course, Tim did not hurt him, but the feeling of chewing remained.

Damian covered his cheek with one hand, staring over his shoulder at Tim indignantly.

"What am I, food?"

"Tastes like marshmallow."

While Damian squinted angrily, trying to fry the guy with his eyes, Tim just bit his shoulder, causing the young man to yelp in surprise.

"Stop biting me!" Damian lightly slapped the alpha on the top of his head, immediately meeting a disgruntled face.

"You constantly bite me, but I can't you, then?"

"When did I bite you?" averting his eyes, the younger muttered, for which he received one more bite. He tried to break free of Tim's grip, but no luck. He was caught in a trap, and the key to liberation was hung up on his conscience.

"It's literally your habit. Give you free rein, you wouldn’t even open your jaw until you bit off a piece of me."

Damian pouted, admitting defeat. He was not happy about it too. As a child, he bit everyone for obvious reasons, but he had long since weaned himself from this. Why habit showed up now was a mystery. Like alpha-omega, their relationship was modern, equal, but, apparently, his dominant omega still wanted to fight for supremacy, marking the alpha with victorious marks. At least that's what Jason put forward. Actually, this topic was closed.

"So what, you want to bite me in retaliation?"

"It's your prerogative, but yes. Instead of food, I will eat your chubby cheeks."

Tim reached for Damian's face again, trying to bite him on the cheek, but this time, the younger pulled back just in time.

"Be careful with your words, Timothy Drake, I have a shovel in my hand and I know how to use it."

[cinnamon-st1ckz]

GROUNDER WITH CHUBBY CHEEKS SUPREMACY

[janeblr]

body hcs that nobody asked for, I’m just articulating them so it’s easier for me to visualize my silly little scenarios

vanya: biiiig guy. 6’5 of well insulated muscle. thick thighssssssss tree trunk arms tits and belly. High cheekbones and the quintessential big ass nose. Used to keep his hair really neat but now it’s kind of shaggy because he’s too cheap to go to a barber and just cuts it himself. Dirty blonde. AUGHmy big man 💗💗💗

al: college quarterback after three years in a frat. Lean, strong, but a little soft around the edges. Ass is 10/10. Tan skin with freckles, still a bit of a baby face. Bottle blonde to fit in with his European family lol. His hair is a little floppy but with some gel it sits nice. He has a poppy tattooed on his inner wrist!

Gil: saddest most pathetic frail little man. Literally looks like he’s dying because he is! Silvery hair is kind of thin and lifeless these days, there’s not much warmth in his cheeks, and he’s constantly covered in bruises from falling or whacking himself into things by accident. Crooked nose from fighting so much. He’s too shaky to shave himself and Erzsi is the only person he trusts to pt a razor to his throat so if she’s not around he gets kind of scruffy. And fine I’ll say it he was in a Camp and has a tattoo to show for it.

Erzsi: r/fit lady… does CrossFit and jogs like 10 miles a day. Killer muscle definition and abs of steel. A bit lacking in the boob department but nobody’s perfect and Gil has always been an ass man so it’s okay. Gorgeous dark brown hair and a prominent nose. Sculpted cheekbones and thinner lips. All in all a pretty angular appearance that’s still distinctly feminine.

Katya: STRONG GIRL! FARM! She’s a lot of woman…. Yes she is tall. Yes she is strong. Yes she is fat. Hourglass figure with body for dayssssss. Her face is pretty round but she’s still got those high cheekbones and rosebud lips. Prominent nose but not like Ivan’s. She has nipple piercings! Her hair is a pretty silvery blonde and she keeps it short so she can just put it back with a bandana.

Mattie: Big guy. Think hockey player in hibernation. Im so tired of people twinkifying Matthew and I will not stand for it!!! Also a bottle blonde but more vigilant about his roots than Alfred. Also tan skin but not as warm as his brother. The wavy hair was a gift from his papa but his curl pattern has been fried by bleach over the last few decades. Blessed and cursed by hockey player ass

Ber: built for endurance! Strong and stocky, like he could chop up firewood like a breeze AND keep you warm at night. Second tallest nord!c. Not glaring but squinting 24/7 because he needs new glasses but he’s too cheap to buy them lol. Stick straight straw blonde hair that he can’t do much with besides brush back and pray it stays. Little rainbow tattoo behind his left ear. Keeps a neat beard in the winter.

Ti: hurhfhfjdkjfkdjfj plump. Like there’s no other way to put it the guy is just fat. Still very strong but you wouldn’t know it looking at him. Built like a moomintroll. Very proud of how he looks except that he’s got a round face and can’t grow a beard which makes him look like less of a threat like no motherfucker I’ll kill you!! Pretty blonde hair that can do this nice swoopy thing to stay out of his face. Tits >>>

Mads: triangle man!!! Broad shoulders, defined muscle, taper down into a small waist. Strong arms and legs. Freckles aaaaall over that really pop out when he gets some sun. Strawberry blonde hair that sticks straight up so he’s learned to embrace it. Nose is crooked from being punched in the face a few too many times. Sharp defined jaw so he doesn’t like to hide it with facial hair.

Lu: *deep breath* CHUBBY LUKAS SUPREMACY!!! Stop Kate Mossifying my boy he takes Thorazine and it made him fat. He’s on the indoorsy side so although he does exercise some he’s not as muscular as Mads, Ber, or Ti. Platinum blonde hair he straightens and pins back because otherwise the waves are just too much. He would have defined cheekbones and jaw if his face wasn’t chubby lol. Thin lips and a thin, sharp nose.

Eirí: scrawny lil kid. The shortest nord!c. Not much substance to him at all so he dresses in somewhat baggy clothes to make him look bigger. Silvery blonde hair that he straightens like his brother. Occasional issues with acne and miserable volcanic pimples so he’s got some ice pick scarring. Same sharp nose and thin lips as his brother.

Feliks: Skinny queen, fairly toned but generally model-type thin. Soft blonde hair around his shoulders. Prominent nose and thin lips. Scarred up a lot over the last millennia.

Vi: Also scrawny, but you can tell that he used to be strong.

Sorry ladies the klonopin is hitting hard I can’t finish the post

[bitchkay]

~Dad!Tino Maes

CW: fluff, ‼girl dad Tino‼, Tino's just too good for this world, you say sum about being knocked up again

Rating: Teen and up audiences

"Here comes the dragon!" "Auhh!" Tinos smiling face lit up as he fed your daughter, a matching smile on her tiny face. You watched on with a soft expression as two of your favorite people lit up the whole room. "One more bite! Ahh all done!" The toddler giggled while taking the last spoonful of mushy carrots. "Look! It's mama, can you say hi to mama!" Tino wiped her face with a cloth as he lifted her out of the highchair. "Hi mama!" "Hello baby, you finished eating?" You kissed the toddlers chubby cheeks as she clung to her dad. The toddler laughed some more as she buried her little head in Tinos chest. "Goodmorning sweetheart," you said, wrapping an arm around Tinos waist, kissing his cheek affectionately, smiling at how well he gets on with your 18 month old daughter. "And goodmorning to you. You seem to have slept in today, are you getting enough sleep lately?" Tino asked, dropping your daughter off in her playpen. "Never better." You sat next to him by the playpen as your child played about with her toys entertained by squeaky objects. Tino was a good dad. You could tell he was enamored with his daughter, a spitting image of her dad. A fond smile on his face whenever he played with her and he always knew how to make her stop crying, and your daughter loved him too, a daddy's girl for sure. You're glad you Married him. "I love you, you know?" You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I know that well. And I love you." Your husband leaned his head on top of yours. "It's not fair, watching you interact with her makes my ovaries ache." You buried your face in his neck. Tino looked at you questioningly as he grabbed your toddler making grabbing hands at her dad saying 'Dada dada'. "Whatever do you mean?" "I almost want you to knock me up again, you're just too sweet."

"Mama! Dada look!"

"... is it normal for her magic to be manifesting before she's two?"

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

‼‼GIRL DAD TINO SUPREMACY‼‼

Anyway I wrote this in 10 minutes--

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

CHUBBY HYBRID SUPREMACY

I am but a Babushka, ladling an extra serving of mashed potatoes onto their plate at dinner bc they're precious and cherished! Kissing their puffy cheeks as they scarf down meatloaf made with love! (bc he seems like the type, Bo eat ur fuckin vegetables! 💕)

I hope that during the first night after their adoption when they're tucked into thick blankets that smell like fresh laundry, with warm filled tummies they have the best sleep in a while and relax knowing that they're safe and cared about i love the way u write them so much, i cry. Found family forreal

Thank you! This is so sweet, they'd all love to be so taken care of

[mayhemandtrouble]

Emotional Highs and Lows, Chapter 33 of Not Giving up

Full, completed story with detailed tags on A03

The twins were much fawned over that night and well into the morning. Rose called them little porcelain dolls, Leia held back tears at their names - Padme and Breha. Poe cradled them both with a surprising ease that spoke of experience with children, whispering excited promises to show them both the stars. Rey politely rolled her eyes and refrained from reminding Uncle Poe that both parents were accomplished pilots. Finn lacked that restraint, playfully snapping at Poe. Chewbacca struggled not to howl in triumph, stroking the chubby cheeks of the next generation of Solos.

Amidst the joy of found family, Ben slipped outside. The soft laughter and warmth felt too bright for his tired eyes so he leaned against a stone railing and let the cool night air refresh his soul. He ought to be next to Rey, smoothing her hair and making sure she didn’t overextend herself. Mother and Chewie would call out if anything changed though and he needed to just breathe for a moment.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

The traitor’s voice. The last one Ben had expected to come after him and a wry smirk twisted his full lips. He would have put credits on it being Poe or Rose first. Very well then.

“I’m not the best with people, as you might guess.” Snide tones, the mask was sliding back into place, hiding his flaws and insecurities by turning them into badges of honor. Rey would be annoyed but she wasn’t here at the moment.

“You better figure it out real quick then. She went through hell today - you’re supposed to be there! How do you know she’s ok-”

“Because I’m her dyad.” Ben hissed, cutting the other man off, revealing the temper he’d worked so hard to conceal during the entire visit. “Do you think a few feet and some walls would keep me from knowing her energy, her emotions?” 

Ben had to admire Finn’s straight back, the refusal to step back and the righteous anger that resonated off the man. Poe’s outbursts came from anger, Finn’s from protective affection. Turning from Finn, he braced himself on the stone railing.

“... you can feel her, from here?”

“Child’s play. I felt her arrival when she touched down on the Supremacy across the ship.” Ben smirked a little, looking down into the dark waters of the lake at night. Finn had become Force sensitive at some point, the whens and wheres made no difference to Ben. If Rey wanted to teach the man, she could. Whenever Finn got around to admitting it to anyone - Ben felt the secret burning just below the surface of the man’s skin. Ben took a slow, deep breath and made a quiet admission as Finn stepped up beside Ben. “I felt her fading during the labor, like she was slipping through my hands. The Dark side was pulling at us both.”

“Could you have helped her, using the Force?” Finn broke the silence after a long moment, his voice quiet.

“I could have taken life from someone else and given it to her.” Ben spoke as though he were discussing the best way to prepare bantha steaks, and it felt surreal even to him. If only for the context of the discussion. The horror and shock on Finn’s face was perversely entertaining, and Ben continued. “It’s written of in old texts like a blood transfusion, then it becomes a weapon. A way to kill and heal at the same time.”

Finn cussed under his breath, looking down at the water. He didn’t know what was more disturbing, the concept that Ben could do that or that Rey would be tempted by it. If Ben was even telling the truth.

“So you’re avoiding her because of that?” Not for the first time, Finn tried to wrap his head about the powers the Force bestowed, trying to picture himself with even a fraction of those abilities. 

“It’s because it’s my fault she was in the position to be tempted in the first place.”

Finn turned his head to stare at Ben in the leftover light that filtered out through the windows of Varykino. Turning over Ben’s statement until he parsed the meaning. Then cussed again, Finn turning his back against the stone railing with his arms folded across his chest.

“Do not put me in a position where I have to defend you.” Finn nearly growled at the uncomfortableness of it all. What he would like to do was to push the damn ass into the lake and pray Leia never taught him to swim. “Look, Rey made a very clear point of how she was entirely a willing participant so I know more about your weird Force sex life than I ever wanted to.”

“She couldn’t have reasonably-”

“Stop.” Finn grabbed Ben’s shoulder, pulling the other man to face him. “Nobody knows what to expect when it comes to this Force bullshit. And you…. You don’t deserve her but this one thing isn’t your fault.”

“You’re saying that because Rey’d be furious with you for not saying something.” Dark humor flashed in Ben’s eyes. Being comforted by Finn was a circumstance neither could have predicted.

“Doesn’t make it untrue.”

Ben snorted a quiet laugh, interlacing his fingers behind his head. The traitor was honest, even when he oughtn’t be. Grudgingly, he was coming to like the former trooper though he couldn’t see himself being friendly with anyone - let alone Rey’s Resistance friends. 

“You win. Breha needs something anyway.” 

As the two returned, Ben was only a few beats ahold of his daughter’s cry. Plenty of time to beat Rey from trying to rise. He’d prefer to chase everyone out and let her rest in quiet, but she was so pleased to be making memories with them.

“Ben Solo, have you entirely forgotten how to change a baby?” Leia didn’t hide her amusement, looking on in amusement as her son’s large hands fumbled with the adhesive tabs and bits of cloth.

“Been awhile since I was a baby-sitter.” Ben grimaced, suddenly reconsidering his stance on taking on all the changing and such for the first few days. He was positive that none of the children he’d looked after as a young teen had produced anything quite so foul either.

“There’s a diagram on the side of the box,” Poe contributed all too helpfully. Ben pondered murder. The blood would be bad for the antique rugs though, and Mother would never shut up about the stains.

“You’re doing wonderfully.” Rey piped from the comfortable settee, where she was bundled up with blankets and pillows. Her voice was warm, if exhausted. She didn’t want to be in the bed, and Rey had quickly discovered that nobody was going to tell Ben Solo’s wife where she had to be when she’d just given him twins. Any attempts to suggest she moved ahead of her own schedule had been met with a silent scowl from her large husband.

Rose had tried but Ben had simply carried Rey wherever his Princess wanted to go, refusing to let her feet touch the floor. Chewie brought along the needed supplies for the twins and she was touched by their joint willingness to cater to her whims. Especially when she could offer no better reason than “the bed is too big”.

Ben flashed her a bright, overly confident grin at the praise and Rey felt her heart melting. He was so painfully sweet, and he didn’t give himself remotely enough credit. As if she needed extra reasons to cement her decision to stay at his side, there he was - faking his way through changing a nappy.

Rey snuggled back into her nest of pillows, savoring the harmony of voices around her. Ben’s rumbling tenor mixing with Leia’s neatly clipped tones, Poe’s rough banter sweetened by Rose’s gentle determination. A private smile curled over Rey’s face as she remembered that fateful night on the Falcon, when she was so certain she would never see Ben again. Rey had been surrounded by her family that night, and it was the first time she’d realized that she had a family. Now Ben was here, a part of it and with their children. 

Her bliss was utterly unmatched.

Those first days, neither Rey or Ben - or anyone else at Varykino - kept much of a regular sleeping schedule. Ben found himself reluctantly appreciative of Rey’s friends as they provided a few much needed breaks for power naps. Not that anyone could comment on the devotion of either parents, much as certain people would have liked to find fault in the Father.

A cool morning breeze, chilled from blowing through the mist across the lake, helped awaken Rey after a night with little rest. Despite their plethora of baby-sitters, she found it difficult to sleep. The twins were so little, their cries were so faint - what if she slept through them needing her?

There was nothing else at the Retreat that demanded Rey’s attention and yet she felt as though there wasn’t enough of herself to give. Rose assured her that Rey was doing everything wonderfully, and Ben worried that Rey was pushing herself too hard. Still.

“Sssh, Daddy’s sleeping.” Rey cooed, hating herself for how long it took her to soothe Padme. Breha was nestled safely into her lap, swaddled in soft cloth and sleeping with a scrunched face, while Rey gently rocked her sister. Ben soothed them so much faster, Padme looked like she trying to smile with Leia held her, Poe held them more expertly-

“Neither of you have any confidence, you know that?” Annakin appeared, crouched before his daughter-in-law with a warm smile. A blue thumb caressing Breha’s chubby cheek as he admired the next generation.

“Mucking about in my head is exceedingly rude.” She snapped tartly, then took a deep breath as Padme tried her best to howl. Rey closed her green eyes and lightly pressed her lips to the little one’s forehead. Of course she was no good at this, Rey could barely remember her own mother and she’d been too busy scrambling to survive to learn infant care. The girls would have better off with anyone else as their mother…

“Can’t say it registers on my naughty list, all things considered.” Annakin snorted, remaining crouched in front of Rey and the infants. “You’re being excessively hard on yourself, you know.”

“What would you know, you didn’t even see your kids till they were grown.” Rey scrunched her own face at the Force ghost, both grateful to hear it and resentful of the unsolicited feedback. Well, if she was ever allowed to be contradictory, it was right now.

“I’d say it makes an expert on what not to do.” He rose with a dark chuckle, “They don’t need you to be perfect, they just need you to be here.”

“I don’t recall asking Sith Lords for parenting advice.” Rey sighed heavily, but wrapped Padme closer into her arms. Getting the infant close to her own heartbeat and inhaling the sweet scent of her baby. When she spoke again, it was in a much softer tone. “I just want them to have everything I didn’t.”

Annakin watched, the smile never fading from his lips, as Rey slowly rubbed the back of the swaddled infant - named for his own wife. She would have been so proud to stand here, knowing their grandson married in the same place they did. Not for the first time, he mused about how much more peaceful his family’s life would have been if he had simply abandoned the Order to have a quieter life.

“They are going to have everything they need and so much more. You and Ben are changing the course of the Skywalker legacy.”

The words were heavy with affection, and accompanied by a paternal ruffling of her own brown hair. But when Rey looked up, Ben’s grandfather was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she looked down at Padme, who was finally soothing.

“We’ve certainly got a funny family, don’t we?” Looking down to Padme’s unfocused, brown eyes. In answer, the baby girl only waved her arms and gurgled. Rey hated to admit it, but she felt soothed for the visit. “It is nice to have them though, isn’t it.”

Full, completed story with detailed tags on A03

[unbakehisbeans]

And saying that buccal fat removal or “ozempic face” or whatever makes people look old with the implication that looking old is bad and ugly is just so deeply problematic and also hypocritical coming from the same god damn people who claim to be outraged by the anti-aging industry.

And that makes me super suspicious because now I wonder if you’re not just a misogynist. Because this sounds a lot like the typical stereotype that women are vain and vanity is bad but we also can’t be fat or age. You have to still be pretty but you can’t ever put any obvious work into your appearance or you’re vain, right? So nose jobs and eye lift surgery, that’s all fine but buccal fat removal is bad because you think it looks bad. You have to be thin but you better not show that you’ve lost weight by loosing weight in your face because then not only are you vain and desperate but also now you look “old.” Actually chubby cheeks are better because you won’t look old, actually being “curvy” is better because it’s sexier, and the list goes on and on.

These procedures aren’t problematic because they might look bad, they’re problematic because we don’t fully know the long term effects and because we all already have to try to meet certain standards of beauty in order to be more successful in life and this creates a standard of beauty that’s literally impossible to achieve without spending boatloads of money. It’s problematic because it upholds white supremacy and alternately degrades and fetishizes women of color. It’s problematic because it contributes to people, mostly women, feeling terrible about themselves. It bolsters predatory industries like the weight loss and skin care industries. It’s misogynistic, it reifies the idea that women have to be a certain kind of beautiful, that our worth is based in youth and beauty, and that we should go to any lengths to be beautiful and look young.

[nonasimming]

🐉

[wyn-n-tonic]

I didn't even have to think about this one.

Francisco Morales.

that's my baby. my comfort character. i didn't fix him, i just sent his ass to therapy and gave him a hug, he fixed himself.

[sukirichi]

BONTEN DADDIES BRINGING THEIR BABIES TO WORK

⊹ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou, kakucho hitto, kokonoi hajime, haruchiyo sanzu

⊹ unedited. baby fever. requested. slight crack. i believe in daddy! haitani supremacy. also for kokonoi’s part, it’s based on a real life situation where i attended my friend’s birthday party and his baby bro came in carried by their dad with sports car keys and chains LMAO. implications of sanzu being a crackhead.

♡ — MIKEY !

Mikey is hesitant at first. He prefers to keep his private life exactly that – private. The thought of bringing his toddler, who can barely walk and is still happily slobbering at his shirt, doesn’t sit well with him. But when push comes to shove and babysitters becomes busy at the same time you’re occupied with work, he’s left with no choice but to attend his Bonten meeting, his two year old daughter tugging at the ends of his platinum hair while Kokonoi discusses the agenda.

Well, more like trying to discuss the agenda, since there’s no point going over the details when their leader isn’t listening.

Mikey’s attention is solely on his daughter, cooing and poking at her cheeks each time her small, chubby hands grab at his face. “What is it, love?” he asks, brows furrowed and looking much too constipated for a man holding a giggling child. “Milk? You want milk? Maybe cookies or—”

“Uh,” Kakucho cuts in, a hand raised to get his attention. “We can continue this another time, Mikey. It’s no rush. We’ll wait for you when you’re free to discuss our next mission.”

♡ — HAITANI RAN !

Ran has been waiting for as long as you can imagine to bring his baby to work. He’ll never say it out loud, but your husband has practically been itching to present your twins the moment you birthed them, the excitement in his eyes enough to let you know he wants to show off as usual. He never got the chance, though, much to his approval, until an important overseas trip comes up with your work that he’s forced to drive to Bonten Headquarters in all his glory – shades perched atop his nose, expensive suit pressed to a tee, guards opening the car doors for him and boom.

Haitani Ran, Bonten Executive, steps out with baby carriers attached to his lean body. One bubbling baby in the front, and another gurgling one in the back.

“Yeah, they’re cute, aren’t they?” he smirks, basking in the attention the staff drowns him and the babies with. Everyone coos at how they have his father’s eyes and your smile, your husband’s chest practically swelling with pride at the praises. “Of course I make the cutest babies. Have you seen me and my wife? This was to be expected!”

Oh, it only gets worse when he finally gets to the floor where all the Bonten Executives are gathered for an early meeting turned to a simple hang out because Sanzu was too out of it to pay attention.

Seeing that everyone’s eyes were on him, Ran places his babies down and lets them crawl all over the carpeted floor, laughing when Kakucho and Kokonoi crouch down to hold their tiny hands in their larger ones. “Look at you!” Kakucho beams, holding Ran’s kid by placing them on his knee, “You’re an adorable little thing! Did you come here today to play with Daddy’s friends?”

“Huh,” Rindou speaks up from the end of the table, “I’m surprised you made it here alive and your wife actually trusted you with the kids.”

“Hey, I’m a good daddy!”

“Dada!” his baby playing with Uncle Kokonoi cheers, their chubby cheeks rounded at the sight of their father.

“Yeah, I’m your dadda!”

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU !

Rindou isn’t sure whether he dreads coming to work with his son or he’s excited about it. Sure, like his older brother, he also wants his friends to meet his son, but there’s still that looming voice at the back of his head reminding him they’re not exactly the gentlest people to be around. First, there was Mikey with his dark impulse that no one can predict coming, then there’s Sanzu who’s always doing questionable things under the influence.

Sucking in a breath, Rindou pushes the door open into the Bonten office, surprised when everyone in the room stops what they’re doing and crowd him and his baby.

Anxiety settles on his nerves as Sanzu approaches first, eyes wide with curiosity when he reaches a slender finger out. The baby on his arms clap his hands to clasp Sanzu’s finger, looking up to the pink haired man who lets out a wow at how innocent the child is. “He’s so...small,” Sanzu comments, and Rindou – always the overprotective father – watches with a close eye on Sanzu. Thankfully, he doesn’t do anything weird. “This your kid, Rindou? Does he know his daddy breaks limbs or something?”

“Shut up, Sanzu,” he flicks his hand away from his kid, cuddling his baby who happily nips at his own little fists closer to his chest. “Hands off my kid.”

♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO !

Best Daddy Kakucho is not the least bit ashamed when he arrives to Bonten Headquarters, intimidating with his hard frown and rigid shoulders, yet wholly enticing with a baby girl nestled into his chest, her tiny hands clutching at her daddy’s suit in shyness.

All the Bonten Executives are unable to focus on their work when Kakucho is walking around with a kitten headband placed on him by his lovely daughter, shaking a pink toy every now and then in between discussions to entertain her. He does it all with such a straight face that no one can take him seriously, and Kakucho finally hands the pacifier to his daughter when Kokonoi snorts behind his hands, sharp eyes crinkling in laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are,” he snickers, “We’re literally here discussing about the black market and you’ve got heart stickers on your face. Plus, you weren’t so quiet when you sang along nursery rhymes with her. It’s kinda funny.”

Kakucho frowns in confusion. “Fatherhood is not a joke, Kokonoi, there is nothing to find funny.”

♡ — KOKONOI HAJIME !

Koko is surprisingly a good father. He’s calm each time his daughter cries, shooting out of his seat in an instant to pat her back and cradle her side to side, pressing kisses on her forehead to help her calm down. 

His parenting skills come to him like second nature, but it’s not what makes his fellow Bonten Executives shake their heads at him, groaning in frustration like the fellow dads they are when he arrives.

It’s because he comes in holding his daughter proudly, attached to him by the waist, but it’s the car keys and 24 carat necklaces hanging off her Ralph Lauren boydsuit and neck that makes the Bonten men shake their heads at him.

“Kokonoi, no,” Kakucho raises his hand in disbelief before gesturing at the baby, “That’s just not right, man!”

“What? I didn’t wear a belt today so I thought why not put the car keys on her pants,” he pokes his daughter’s cheeks, causing the little girl to instinctively capture the finger in her small hands. Chuckling at how cute she is, Kokonoi leans down to nudge noses with her. “Daddy’s friends are just jealous that you’re richer than all of them combined, sweetheart, don’t pay attention to them. You look great.”

♡ — HARUCHIYO SANZU !

The moment Sanzu walks in with his son in his arms, it’s chaos. His son is every bit like his daddy in which they’re always itching to move, greedily grabbing at things like Sanzu’s tie or his mullet while babbling nonsense. It would’ve been fine if Sanzu managed to actually play the father role well, but instead, he’s pretending to bite back the fingers approaching his way when his son comes to play.

“Ah, no, not the hair!” he groans, gentle as he pries off his son’s grubby hands. Wagging a finger at him, Sanzu narrows his eyes playfully. “No. Bad boy. No treats tonight if you keep hurting Daddy. Mommy’s not home tonight so you’re not getting spoiled.”

Ran grimaces from the seat across from him. “Why’re you talking to him like he’s a dog?”

“He’s a little rascal, that’s what he is,” Sanzu says, elevating his knees so his baby boy could lean against them before he tickles his sides. The infant giggles at the action, and soon, the father and son duo’s laughter echo around the whole room until Kakucho is sighing from the front seat, sending a pleading look to the only man in the room who could tone down the noise. “Aw, look at you, you’re so cute! Who’s a good boy now, huh?”

“Sanzu,” interrupts Mikey, bored eyes dead set on the man who freezes at the sound of his name. “Don’t talk to him like that. Your wife will get mad at you.”

Pulling his hands by his sides innocently, Sanzu blinks before positioning his kid on his lap. The Bonten men thinks he’s got the message, the rest of them nodding in agreement that the meeting should go on. That is, until, they see Sanzu use his baby as a chin rest while simultaneously using both hands to massage the baby’s ears, the child on his lap slapping his palms on the counter each time Kakucho tries to speak.

“Sanzu! He’s not a chin rest!”