#i get real serious about my food man don't mess with my food !!

[omgcatboi]

I am absolutely furious.

They messed with my famous pot roast !!

They cut the ' tough meat ' up because they couldn't ' pull it appart ' BECAUSE IT WASN'T DONE COOKING YOU ABSOLUTE IMPATIENT BAFOONS ! I cook mine FOURTY EIGHT HOURS on the slow cooker so when it's done the meat DISSOLVES in your mouth !!

Ugh and as if that wasn't bad enough, these white people took my damn pork roast out the crock pot out the juice and PUT IT IN THE OVEN and now it's COMPLETELY INEDIBLE because if it's not fall off the bone the way I WAS MAKING IT then it's gonna get stuck in my teeth and that's painful!!

AND THEY ADDED LEMON JUICE ( and butter but that's always welcome, can't have too much butter so maybe that'll help save it ) it's going to take a lot of slap ya mama to get this to taste right again !

I put it back on to slow cook and scolded them for it. They need to understand that they do not cook like me. I cook Cajun creole and soul food. They cook like big cities ( which ain't bad but it clashes with my recipes ) and suburban white people ( which we all know commit food crimes every time they cook ).

If they touch my pot roast again I'm gonna put THEM in the oven!

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Hi love! I’d like to request a mob!bucky fic where he is the man that runs New York and the reader is his wife who convinces him to let her start opening hospitals and homes for people in need etc. one of his rivals tries to take her while at a charity thing and calls Bucky weak and losing his touch so he literally destroys him to protect his woman.

I understand if you are too busy but would love ya forever if you could write what has been in my head!

guard dog

mob!bucky barnes x wife!reader

bucky doesn't take too kindly to people hurting his wife.

word count: 1.7k | warnings: violence, cursing, bucky having a sweet spot for his doll ♡

i wrote this one so fast. thank you for this amazing request!! i hope i did your vision justice!

Everyone knew of Mr. James Barnes. He practically ran New York with every politician pressed under his palm, along with every rich business man and woman wrapped around his little finger.

The one thing you needed to understand about James, Bucky, as his wife called him, was that you were never to be messed with.

To Bucky, you were the epitome of innocence. No one was allowed to lay a finger on you or say anything that could even potentially upset you. You were his world, and he made sure it was protected.

Of course, he was absolutely right. You were truly an angel on earth, the truest definition of kind. Little did everyone know, while they were wrapped around Bucky's finger, he was wrapped around yours.

"Bucky, you cannot kill someone on a Sunday," You'd gripe. "Sunday's are holy days, and the days I make my cannoli. You don't want cannoli?" Bucky would give in, rescheduling to fit your needs. "And see if that guy wants a cannoli, too. If I were gonna die, I'd sure as hell want a nice, homemade cannoli."

You practically controlled his every little move. You kept Bucky somewhat grounded for a mobster. You also made sure to keep him from disappearing off the face of the earth.

"Hun, you mom's coming over for dinner tomorrow- No, I don't want to hear it! Anyone who had the guts to raise you and not lose their mind deserves a nice, home cooked meal with her family. Dinner, six o'clock, be there."

Your latest topic, though, was helping people. You didn't give too much mind to the people Bucky worked with, but your mind was set on the homeless. Some news report on CNN had utterly convinced you that you needed to be the change in the world.

"Buck, please!" You begged, latching your hands onto your husbands arm. "This is my calling!"

A small grin formed on Bucky's face, "I thought your calling was to foster little orphans. Or was it to start an animal rescue. Oh, maybe-"

"James, I'm serious!" Use of Bucky's real name was a sign you wanted him to take you seriously. "Please, I just want to help the innocent people out there who don't have anything or anyone."

With your puppy dog eyes gleaming at him, Bucky knew he couldn't say no. "Alright, alright. But I get to choose the place since I'm buying."

A large smile erupted on your face as you leaped to hug Bucky. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, baby!"

Bucky's wide palms rubbed your back softly as he kissed your head. "Anything for my precious world."

And so, the hunt for the perfect shelter was in place. Immediately, you called some friends to bounce ideas back and forth off them. Eventually, you decided on the name Feast. Food, emergency aid, shelter, and training. It was everything anyone could ever need. It was perfection.

Even Bucky had to agree, it sounded pretty solid. He was amused at the acronym, enjoying the excitement your project gave you.

After a few months, Feast was nearly up and running. To gather attention, you decided to host a gala. Bucky helped you invite anyone and everyone important. You needed to get Feast's name out there, and the big people were who would do it. Secretly, Bucky only agreed because he knew he could.. convince the ones who denied to lend a hand.

The night of the gala approached. You sat with Natasha, as she finished putting on her makeup. "Natty, you look so pretty already."

"Yeah, but you know Steve likes the shimmer. I just want to add a little bit more," Natasha replied, referring to her husband, aka Bucky's best friend. It helped a lot that your best friend was married to Bucky's best friend. Natasha and you did almost everything together.

"Steve would like you if you wore a cardboard box," You groaned. "Come on, we're going to be late!"

Natasha laughed as she stood up, "Alright, alright! You, Mrs. Barnes, are going to have a wonderful outcome I hear."

Your heart leaped at her words. "Really?"

"Yeah, I heard anyone's who's anyone is coming." You squealed at Natasha's words and lead her down to the limo where Bucky and Steve were waiting.

The moment Bucky laid eyes on you, he felt like he was falling in love all over again. "Doll," He breathed out, holding your waist carefully with both hands. "You're an angel,"

You blushed at his words, "You always know just what to say to me,"

"That's why you married me," Bucky teased, knowing all too well there were too many reasons to name as to why you married him. He still felt so lucky.

"You both look amazing," Steve complimented. "But if we don't get going soon, we'll be late."

Quickly, the four of you shimmed into the limo, having some champagne and listening to soft music while you made your way to the gala. You'd left all the interior planning up to Natasha, who's taste was the best in all of New York. You trusted her with your life. After making your way into the hall, it was solidified once more that Natasha was incredible.

The hall was beaming with gold and silver, a soft jazz band playing and a bustling bar full of the most appealing looking drinks you'd seen in a long time. You gave Natasha a thankful look as Bucky began to softly pull you away. He'd spotted the Mayor, and he was itching to make conversation.

It was probably two hours of chit chat later and you found your feet aching from your insanely high heels. You leaned up to Bucky's ear, "Hun, I'm going to go grab a drink. Want anything?"

"Rum?" Bucky muttered back as you gave an eager smile.

You sat at the bar, ordering yours and Bucky's drink. After a moment or so, you noticed the presence of someone in the seat beside you who wasn't there previously.

"Mrs. Barnes," You looked over to see Brock Rumlow. He, too, was a mobster. However, he wasn't one Bucky or Steve were particularly fond of. You didn't even know he was invited tonight. "What a lovely event this is."

"Oh, Mr. Rumlow," You said with surprise laced in your voice. "Thank you, it took a lot of preparation."

"I'm just surprised," Rumlow hummed. "Such a.. charitable thing your husband is endorsing."

You shook your head, "It was all my idea."

"Of course it was," Rumlow bitterly responded. "Barnes' pretty little play thing wanted a new passion project to occupy herself. How expected."

You felt your heart pang at his words. "Oh," You stuttered, losing any sense of confidence.

"I got you at a loss for words?" Rumlow's voice was low as he began to lean over your figure. It felt daunting rather than sultry. It felt dangerous.

"Rumlow, please back up a little bit," You pleaded as Rumlow's smirk grew. "I don't have any space."

"That's the point, baby girl." He continued to prowl over you like a hungry beast, ready to pounce on its prey. For a moment, you felt overcome with fear. The way Rumlow eyed you made you wish you had worn a more conservative dress.

Before you could blink, Rumlow was pushed back harshly. It caused you to jump up and into someones arms. You didn't even need to question who it was; you knew Bucky's touch anywhere.

"What the fuck were you doing with my girl?" Bucky growled as Rumlow shook himself out of shock.

"Just making conversation," Rumlow dryly responded. "She's a joy to talk to."

Bucky scoffed, "It looked like you were about to drag her out of here."

"And so what if I was?" Rumlow challenged. "What would you do, huh, Barnes? You've gone weak, she's making you lose your touch. You're just her silly little guard dog. No one's scared of you when everyone knows that you'd never do anything to upset your precious-"

Before Rumlow could even finish his sentence, Bucky was on top of him, punches pushing his head back and forth, left and right. The sickening sounds of skin against skin was too much for you to bare, but luckily, Steve had come right on time. He was quick to pull you behind him where Natasha was waiting to hold you in her arms.

"Don't you dare call me fuckin' weak!" Bucky yelled. All eyes were on the scene unfolding.

The crack of Rumlow's jaw was not to be missed as Bucky's fist collided with it so hard you could've sworn Bucky broke some of his teeth. "You think you can come here to my wife's gala and try me?"

You wanted to stop Bucky, but you could tell that with his anger, thee was no stopping him until he was done. More sounds of cracking, Rumlow's howls of pain, and the blow's of Bucky's beatings were all that echoed in the hall.

After a few minutes, Bucky slowly stopped, panting as he leaned over Rumlow breathlessly. It was then you stepped in, running behind Bucky and putting your hands on his shoulders. "Buck, c'mon. Let me get you cleaned up." Blood was splattered on Bucky's face, his fists drenched in it. You nodded to Steve who, once Bucky was standing, picked Rumlow over his shoulder and took him out of the building. Natasha waved the band who began playing, and everyone fell back into conversation almost as if nothing happened.

Bucky and you were silent as the bartender handed you some towels to clean Bucky up. "Did you see any of that?" Bucky asked softly, his tone much different than a few minutes beforehand.

"Steve pulled me behind him," You answered, wiping off Bucky's knuckles. They were already bruising due to the beatings on them.

"Good man," He nodded, knowing that he would have done the same for Natasha. They protected each other's girls, always. "I'm sorry this happened tonight. I didn't mean to ruin the gala."

You chuckled, forcing Bucky to look up and around. "Look, nothing's ruined. You don't think these people are used to this stuff?"

Bucky gave a soft smile in return as his fingers fell across your cheek, softly rubbing it. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Endlessly protect and love me, to start." You cheekily replied.

"Yeah," Bucky nodded, kissing you softly. "Always." He added as he pulled away. "Now, come on. I don't think we spoke to the Stark's yet."

[madwomansapologist]

Please share your headcanon about gale's kinks!!!!

gale's kinks/turn ons

Navigation | More Wizard of Waterdeep | AO3

synopsis: A deep dive into what the smart wizard man think it's hot. Yes, the brain rot is that serious.

warnings: i'm sick so if this isn't good i will blame the pills. testing a new format. this is about sex, don't interact if you're a minor. remember: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you.

PRAISE KINK

That's a man willing to write poetry about your body, mind and soul. His tongue has only two purposes on life, and both of them involve making you see stars. If his mouth isn't in use, he will be praising you.

And when Gale feels so good he can't even speak, isn't that a praise on itself?

But that we all know. His reaction to receiving praise is what makes me want to bite my fingers off.

Gale Dekarios knows his value as a wizard, but not as a man. His ambition isn't a consequence of his desire to pursue more, but to be more. To deserve love, he must prove his worth. As we all know, it often doesn't end in a good way.

I don't think Mystra ever wasted her precious time to assure Gale of the contrary. And when she did, it wasn't about Gale Dekarious: it was about Gale of Waterdeep, her chosen. How his control of the weave was impressive, how he could conjure any sort of images, how his illusions could fool everyone.

So when he receives praise for any other part of his life that isn't his academic pursues, a part of his brain burns. Be as intricate as his poetry or as lascive as one can be, Gale can feel his knees getting weak. Weaker.

FOOD PLAY

Not only Gale loves to cook and bake, but he loves the whole idea of being responsible for making someone stronger and healthier. Hunger is a hurtful thing, that he knows, and he don't want anyone else to deal with it.

It comes hand to hand with his praise kink. When you eat something good, you don't need to use words: your whole body shows it. He would apreciate the compliments, nonetheless.

To spoon feed you would be such a turn on. It's so intimate, such a show of trust and care, nothing but human. The way your mouth opened for the spoon, how your tongue licked it clean. Can you blame him?

After helping you eat, it would be his turn to end his hunger. You don't mind being his plate, do you? Gale promises to lick you clean. You always taste so sweet for him, what's a bit of honey to add to that?

OLFACTOPHILIA

Your scent can turn him into a fucking mess. There is something so human about it. So natural and real about it. Is just you.

After a fight, when you are covered in sweat and blood, he can't help himself. To be around you can make him drool. You fresh from your shower, smelling just as you and not as any perfume. When you spend the day laying around and is too lazy to get clean.

The amount of times his cheeks burned red because he breathed in when you walked past and a companion noticed can't be numbered.

Gale prefers to undress you rather you doing it yourself. That means he will be able to breath deep against your undies before getting them off of you.

Wanna get him as hard as a rock in mere seconds? Give him a underwear you used for a long time. Just threw it at his face and go on with your day. He will be quick to follow.

Gale loves how he can still smell you on his upper lip after going down on you. If you squirt, he will cum on his trousers. I don't make the rules.

FACE-SITTING/FACE FUCKING

Again: his mouth has only two uses. Is almost therapeutic for him. Just get on top of him, use his mouth however you want. The place in between your legs seen perfect for him to die on.

Gale Dekarios is a service top looking for a pillow princess/prince. I VOLUNTEER!

FINGERS IN MOUTH

You know that feeling of not knowing what to do next? Where to put your hands, what to do with your mouth? Since he prefers to be the one doing things, this can be a problem. A problem that can be easily solved by your pretty fingers.

It can hit even harder if he's in the process of casting something and you stop him by just putting your fingers into his mouth. Gale won't even know hot to react. Actually, he might suck them.

Ok, he might have a oral obsession. What are you, Freud?

BONDAGE

Hand to hand with that sort of anxiety about what he must do next. Make sure Gale stays put in place and use him. Remember guys, your service tops also deserve to be fucked around a bit.

Magic restrains or ropes, and make sure to do some beautiful knots. He could break free from them, but Gale won't desobey. Not after you spend so long getting him ready for you.

shadowheart turn ons/kinks

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THIS WAS MY BAD I FUCKED UP ANON I'M SORRY

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Brief mention of Y/N not having control over her own life

Description: 👆⬆️

It took a lot for Alastor to be nervous about something, like A LOT

He wasn't nervous to start his radio show, he wasn't scared to sing in front of a crowd or dance with a stranger

But meeting your father has his mind in shambles, he's never been so nervous in his entire life

Every negative quality he can think of is coming to the forefront of his mind and making a home there

Not even asking you out made him feel this anxious

Okay so that was a fucking lie

He's heard all about your father from you, knows how close the two of you are-now he knows how you felt meeting his mother

Your father made you the woman you are today, and all of your best qualities were apparently cultivated by your father, according to you anyways

But he plays it cool when you ask him to meet your father, giving you a charming smile and confident response

"It's about time you asked me that, my dear~"

Hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck so that you don't see the panic in his eyes

Pretends like he's not worried about it whenever you bring it up but as his S/O you pick up on his mannerisms

He's often distracted, getting lost in his own thoughts, doesn't hear what you're saying, messing up food he normally makes with ease

It's different for him, to him meeting your father makes the possibility of losing you feel more real

If your father doesn't approve of him then not only would you be disappointed but he could keep you from seeing Alastor

And nobody would question it, nobody would ask what YOU want, a girl's father knows what best for her

Then you two would have to elope which wouldn't be the worst thing but you deserve more-

"Alastor..? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, turning to give you a reassuring smile and kissing your forehead

"Of course, my dear~! What sort of a man would I be if I was too scared to face your father?"

Oh, he's scared of making a bad impression

He leans into your touch as you place soft hands over his cheeks, smiling at him in a way that makes him feel childish for being nervous

"Oh darling, you have nothing to worry about...I'll protect you~"

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious! He will love you, you're very hard not to love~"

Your gentle embrace on his arm keeps him grounded throughout the entire walk to see your father

Maybe he nuzzles your head to give you affection, or maybe he does it because your scent relaxes him

Alastor is hilariously stiff when you two enter the restaurant, tensing up as you approach your father

He's handsome for a man his age but the way he carries himself with kindness and pride reminds Alastor of you

The old man's eyes light up and happiness envelopes his features as he takes notice of you, standing to meet you

The love between you and your father is painfully obvious, this here is a man who would die to protect his daughter

Something he and Alastor have in common

Then suddenly, a switch flips in him once you go to hug your father, no longer is he your nervous boyfriend

"Papa, this is the man I've been telling you about, this is Al-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sir! Quite a pleasure! Might I just say you've raised an exceptional young woman!"

This is Alastor, the charming radio host who is utterly mesmerizing and able to talk his way out of any situation

The Alastor that originally caught your attention and kept it long enough for you to fall for him

He spends the entire lunch charming your father, laying out all his best qualities in the hopes that he's making a good impression

And he definitely is, or at least he seems to be

"Oh Y/N, you didn't tell me that he would be such a gentleman! Wherever did you find him?"

Oh Papa you don't want to know

"Oh you know...we just bumped into each other-"

"She immediately had my heart in her pocket from the first moment we met! I was wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it until it was too late!"

Now you're blushing, Alastor's words, along with him pulling you into a loving hug, making you feel flustered

He may have been busy trying to impress your father, but he didn't forget who he was doing it for, making sure to pay attention to you

He couldn't ignore you even if he tried, kissing your cheek whenever you boasted about him or squeezing your hand when your father embarrassed you

Which he did, your father couldn't help but brag about his darling daughter and every good deed she ever did

All of Alastor's earliest worries are gone, now understanding that your father isn't the type of man to rule over his daughter

Rather the kind to build her up and encourage her to be her own person, loving her for her strengths instead of smothering them

Which makes Alastor respect the man even more than he already did

At one point you leave the table to use the restroom, leaving the two men alone with each other

The mood shifts a little bit, your father suddenly serious and doubtful as he looks Alastor over

"Just what are your intentions with my daughter? She's not the kind of woman who you can just toy with until the next one comes along. My Y/N is too good for a playboy."

Oh, so now it's a serious talk, that's fine, Alastor came here for a serious reason anyways

"I'm no boy, and I don't plan on playing with your daughter's heart, I meant what I said earlier. In fact, I wanted to meet you so that I could ask your permission to not only continue seeing her but to marry her."

Apparently, he said the right thing because your father's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before the warmth flooded back into them

The old man relaxed into his seat and simply nodded at Alastor as you came back, the two men coming to an understanding

The atmosphere at the table becomes much more casual after that, your father and Alastor talking and joking like old friends

It warms your heart to see your boys getting along so well, leaning on Alastor happily

He smiles and rubs noses with you for a moment before going back to the conversation, something that leaves you flustered

And apparently, it makes your father blush too, finding the two of you to be a cute couple

The love you both have for each other radiates more than any sort of PDA would

Your father thinks that Alastor wouldn't be the worst son in law to have, he's charming, hardworking, obviously loves you

Why he's nearly perfect but there's something about him that makes your father think he's dangerous

And maybe he is but as long as Alastor keeps his daughter safe and happy then what does he care?

It's your life after all

Later, when you all get up to leave, your father ignores Alastor's offer of a handshake in favor of hugging him

"If you marry her, then you best not ever leave her, not even in death."

"Not only will I never leave her, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy~"

"Good man, welcome to the family.."

You give your father a loving hug, and he whispers his approval to you, making you tear up and kiss his cheek

Alastor is a little concerned when he sees your glassy eyes but you kiss him happily before he can even ask what's wrong

Presses his forehead to yours once you two finally stop kissing, both of you panting softly

Your smile is so breathtaking, he almost doesn't even hear what you're saying because he's so mesmerized

"I told you that he would love you~"

GAHHHH SORRY THIS TOOK ALL DAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

I HAD IT THEN DELETED IT AND HAD TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

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Paring: Dino x fem!reader

Requested: no

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): cheating, angst, sadness, mentions of pregnancy (do inform me if there's more)

Summary: You were the light guiding Chan for the most of his life. now that you are not there anymore, he cant help but feel your absence as he reminisces his past and all those times you were there to ground him no matter what.

Word count: 6k

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Chan's life was determined before he had a chance to consider it. His family wasn't well-off. They struggled from early on to get food on their plates. He knew from when he was a child that he had to support his siblings because his parents refused to do so.

So that’s exactly what he did. He got into SNU with a full scholarship, secured a good job, and built a stable life with six figures coming in annually to his bank account, providing enough money to support his siblings’ dreams.

But what did it all get him?

Nothing!

He sacrificed his teens and his twenties because his father felt the need to be a raging alcoholic, and now he stands in the middle of Gangnam in his beautiful flat with its polished floors. But he lacks the most important thing in life: happiness.

To be truthful, he lacks a lot of things, but happiness takes the cake. If someone asks him, he lacks friends too. But our dearest Boo Seungkwan would like to disagree about that. In Chan’s defense, friends are absolutely not equal to friend (just a difference of ‘s’, as our dear ‘Kwanie’ said. Plus, his multiple personalities make up for the said lack of ’s’, which further raises the question as to why the man does not go for a checkup, as it seems he has self-diagnosed DID. We shall never know).

Chan is happy about his brothers doing what they like, though. It’s not that hard to not be happy when he literally raised them. Sacrifices need to be made, he has realized; some just make more than others, and there is nothing one can do about that. He accepts that he is indeed grateful for the friend he has made, the one who has stayed with him and accepted him as he is.

Now, it may sound sappy, and Chan swears he will never tell this to Seungkwan, but he has indeed helped him through the thick and thin of life. All those late-night drinking sessions and ugly crying have brought him to this stage in life where he thinks of the boy as more of a family than anyone else. He helped him when Chan’s life was falling apart, and he also was there to scold him back to the right track when no one believed in him, not even himself.

Although he lacks happiness, he is fine with that (he at least has Boo Seungkwan). He can live with being sad; he already has!

This is where you came in, the reason for Chan’s genuine smiles, from back in college to five years ago. It was a pretty serious relationship that you both had. Chan loved you. He had plans of making you his wife. For God’s sake, he was in a relationship with you for almost ten years! But somewhere along the way, he messed up. He became the exact thing he had hated all his life.

He became a person like his father.

You, being the nice kind, tried your best to stop him from spiraling down the rabbit hole of bad habits. But alas, it takes two to tango, and if he didn’t want to be better, no one, not even God himself, could do it for him.

It took losing you to realize how messed up his life had become.

--

“Chan, I’m heading out. Dinner’s in the fridge—please actually eat it this time. We don’t need two meal skippers in this household,” you quipped, watching as Chan chuckled and gave you a quick giggle inducing peck before returned his attention to the document he’d been typing for the past hour.

“Sure thing, Your Majesty. Your command shall be dutifully followed!” he exclaimed with a mock salute, drawing out another laugh from you. With a playful ruffle of his hair and another peck on his cheek, you left the apartment to begin your night shift at the hospital.

Chan, unlike you, has just started his new job after completing his MBA. It’s been tough, but he’s persevered, and soon enough, you both will be able to enjoy the luxuries he could only dream of growing up.

Your fifth anniversary is approaching faster than ever, and now Chan finally has the means to fulfill your dream of a trip to Europe. The pressure of this new job is more than the last one, but getting those tickets would be a walk in the park now.

Quickly finishing his document and mailing it to the head of the department, he immediately goes to check those flight ticket prices and hotel prices. He releases a happy sigh the minute he realizes that it’s exactly what he had expected the prices to be. So, without wasting a single moment, he buys those tickets. He knew this gift would make you happier than ever.

The next month, you had been notified about the expensive purchase only because you had to get a leave from your job, and you obviously can’t disappear for two weeks unannounced. He, in reality, had no plans to inform you about anything, but he couldn’t interfere with your job either.

But at the end it was worth it, the look on your face the minute you were informed about the trip. Oh, if only Chan could frame it and keep it away from the world, only if he could keep you near him and never let you go. But he didn’t think of that then. No, he was happy he had told you earlier.

The happiness radiating off you as you kept going on and on about the clothes you needed to buy, all the foods you were going to try once there. It was what helped him keep going throughout the day, even though the work became tiring with every passing minute.

If only he could have stopped time and lived in that moment forever.

—

One thing he never realized is how demanding his job would be once he got into a higher position. The calls kept him up at night; they came at the most ungodly of times, and Chan was expected to pick them up, because he always did.

You never complained; it was fine by you. If anyone understood him, it was you. Both of you had highly demanding jobs, and nothing could beat the expectations your colleagues had on you both.

But what he had not counted on was those calls interrupting your trip. During the entirety of your anniversary, he was glued to that phone of his, never once able to leave it. It was one problem at the office or the other.

Again, you kept your mouth shut, enjoying your own company as your boyfriend busied himself with work in the hotel room.

That was the last trip you both had gone on. You figured that it was too much to ask from someone who had so much work to do. But still, you understood his hunger to do better in life. You understood that someone had to compromise in the relationship and wholeheartedly accepted that it had to be you.

Coming to think of it, it was not supposed to be like this. Never! Both of you were supposed to communicate and figure out what your relationship was supposed to mean. But somewhere along the line, it just became regular sex and nothing else. When you talked about this with your friends, all of them had the same reaction.

‘Leave him!’ they had told you, ‘he wouldn’t change, he prefers his job more than you.’

It was a regular thing now. But you were scared. All the years you had invested in the relationship, you never wanted it to become what it had. You had held out hope that one day Chan would notice you. He would realize he had a girlfriend who also needs his attention as much as his job.

It didn’t take too long for those dreams to come true, though.

—

One night, you sat down with the man, asking him about the changes in his life. You begged him to look your way beyond the times he made love to you. It was an intense conversation, filled with words that neither of you actually meant, but hurt you both equally.

That night brought you both another few years, or that’s what you think. It became better, both your lives and the relationship. You both would talk more, spend time with each other, laugh with each other, and go about your days with lovesick smiles on your faces. Although none of your jobs became less hectic, it still was as painstaking as ever, but the scenery in your shared home was peaceful. It was both of your comfort zones.

What neither of you realized, this peace that you both had brought back into your lives, was fickle. In order to keep it like that, both of you had to put in some effort.

—

It slowly became visible to both of you how much more effort this relation of yours needed. Both of you saw the way your paradise was crumbling down bit by bit. Nights became lonely for you. Chan, being the perfectionist he is, would be stuck up in his office until the rays of sun hit the glass windows, reminding him of the fact that he indeed had stayed the night in his office. The hectic job took everything away from him. It stripped him of his identity, and slowly it was also stripping his happiness and sanity away. It was like the darker times had hit both of you again.

It was then that he suddenly passed out on the streets due to extreme fatigue and was brought immediately into the nearest hospital, which was the one you worked at. Lo and behold, you were the nurse on emergency room duty that day. This was the first time you saw the love of your life in that state; you saw what this new job had done to him. How it had taken this happy and healthy person you knew and turned him into this sick, unhappy, and overworked person. Your helplessness mocked you in your face. At night, you stayed by his side after the doctors had given their verdict about him being too overworked. You took care of him like never before, making sure to make him take an ample amount of rest.

Sadly, the industry is ruthless. As soon as the employers became aware that their once highly valuable employee’s usefulness had diminished, they ultimately opted to terminate him. Although Chan claims there were some more internal politics involved in this sacking, there was no way he could have evaded it.

Both of you soon realized it was the best thing that could have happened to him. While being the worst experience he could ever go through in his corporate career.

You stayed by his side through every hurdle though. You never once let him feel the need to be more than what he already was. But life was giving both of you a hard time.

It took Chan another month to get a new job. But only this time, it was a better, more important position in a better company. This is when life took off for both of you again. With Chan back on track, equipped with the newfound knowledge of not working more than necessary, he was on a roll. Almost unstoppable.

This change also affected your relationship, but positively this time. Chan and you would go on constant dates and enjoy each other’s company way more than ever.

—

It was nearing your seventh anniversary. Both of you had talked about getting married and starting a family enough times for him to know this was the perfect time for him to propose.

So, on the day of your seventh anniversary, he had planned to take you to this fancy Italian place. He claimed that you deserved only the best. No one could ever argue with him about that. You, along with Seungkwan, had been by his side for so long that he had forgotten the time when he didn’t have you both. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would change that fact. With that it brought him to the most important question of that year.

“But what ring do I buy her?” the stressed boy asked his best friend.

“Wow, I wasn’t informed about the fact that y/n suddenly had become my girlfriend!” Seungkwan exclaimed sassily.

“Dude, you can calm down. She is still my girl, ain’t no way you are getting her. Find a girl of your own,” the shorter boy retorted back.

Why am I being asked about her preference for a ring then, huh?”

“Because she said, and I quote, ‘if you buy me an expensive engagement ring that I can’t even wear out because it looks too expensive, I will castrate you’,” Chan said seriously, bringing out a seal-like laugh from the back of Seungkwan’s throat.

“Do something meaningful for her then, you dumb fuck,” making Chan almost cringe at the scolding. Without letting the boy talk, his best friend continued, “Put in some effort and do something that shows you care, without having to spend a copious amount of money. I have no idea what you should do, but bro, if it were up to me, a girl would for sure get a ring no matter what!”

Now, this made him think. It made him think hard. But even after all that thinking, he couldn’t come up with a good idea for an alternative for an engagement ring.

It was not until the next Saturday when he was sitting on the couch waiting for you to choose a movie for the weekly movie night, did he stumble upon the perfect idea for a ring? Like any usual person, the man was scrolling through TikTok when he found out that one could make rings out of clay.

Perfect!

If you didn’t want a diamond ring, you shall get a clay ring. For you might catch the sun lacking one day, but not Chan, never Chan!

—

This kick-started the learner phase of Chan’s life once again. He would visit the pottery classes every week because he needed to excel at the art to mold the perfect ring. One suitable for daily wear and also because this hobby brought him more peace than ever.

He made some friends here; they were fun to hang out with. You had met all these new people flooding into his life. He would parade about the with his hand on you showing you off proudly.

“Who wouldn’t?” he would ask whenever someone pointed it out. This question had the power to make him start ranting about you at any given point. So much so that after a point, people stopped asking him about you, no matter the context.

Because, oh boy, was he in love.

--

It took him one year and some friendships to finally complete learning everything there was to learn about pottery. In the course of that time, he had littered your shared house with his creations.

Oh, you wanted to buy a new bowl because you saw it on Instagram? No fear, Chan shall make it this instant. Oops, your favorite coffee mug broke? Chan has come to your rescue with a better, scientifically cute, usable, and overall better mug for you.

The creative spark of the boy never dimmed down, nor did his extroverted nature. Every other day, he would be out with his new friends, so much so that even Boo Seungkwan noticed. You both had chats with each other about the changes in Chan’s life over a cup of tea whenever Seungkwan would come over.

To say that you both were happy about him enjoying life would be an understatement. You had seen the pain the man had gone through in his life. It only made sense for him to have the best of the best experiences when he had the opportunities.

But again, as people say, one should do everything in moderation. It seems that Chan could do nothing in moderation. He would work himself half to death. In this case too, he started drinking and partying himself half to death. The outings that were done to unwind after a long hard day became parties that were making the day even longer.

The friends that helped him overcome the pressuring environment of his office became the ones who would pressure him to go way out of his comfort zone, all for the wrong reasons. People say twenties are times when people experiment with their life and gain new experiences.

The same was applicable for Chan too, the only difference being he was learning different ways of spiraling down holes that are hard to climb up from. The hilarious part being, these were the holes that he had carefully dug out himself.

It’s not like you never stopped him, because you did. The minute you realized these new friends were pushing Chan’s limits in the wrong way, you didn’t waste a second to tell him.

“I think you should calm down with this partying and stuff. It’s unbelievably bad for your health,” you had told him one night when he had come home drunk out of his wits.

“I know how to have fun, not my fault you don’t!”

The boy had shouted at you before collapsing on the couch. Realizing it was a waste of time to even try and talk to him in this state, you tried again the next day when he was far more sober.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday?” you ask Chan, to which he shakes his still-hungover head and winces. Sighing, you continue, “Chan, you can’t let them get to you like this. Moderation is the key here. Please don’t overdo anything, I beg you!” You hugged him, trying to coax him to understand where you were coming from. He obviously hugged you back and promised you to keep your advice in mind the next time they asked him out.

He didn’t. He swears he tried to. But the peer pressure got to him. Before he could even back off, they had already hauled his ass to the bar. He never wanted to disappoint you. So he chose to accept the most coherent plan his drunk mind could formulate: the plan to lie to you.

—

Your seventh anniversary had come and gone a year ago. The only gifts he could provide you that day were a fancy dinner and a solid promise that he would indeed get you the greatest ring you will have ever seen in your whole life. Now the time had come. The time to prove his skills. Those skills he spent an entire year honing.

During this cute date at home, he produced a small wooden box from his pocket. After you had enjoyed the homemade meal he had whipped up for you and you both were cuddling on the balcony, he proposed to you with stars in his eyes and hope in his heart.

He shocked you with the ring. Like your relationship, it was delicate, yet made with lots of love and care. You obviously said yes without hesitation. After all, you loved this man, and he loved you too. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever go wrong if he was with you.

--

It seems that no matter how hard you try, life always seems to have other plans for you.

The month right after you accepted his proposal, you received an invitation for a two-year-long workshop in Germany. Such opportunities don’t come every day, so you were elated.

Without wasting any time, you called Chan, informing him about the opportunity you had received. But like every coin, this great opportunity had its drawbacks too.

With the prospect of studying and learning under some of the greatest doctors and nurses came the hardship of leaving your fiancé behind. Chan didn’t like this one bit. He could barely stand to be away from you for a second, let alone two years.

But seeing the excitement on your face and hearing the joy in your voice, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to stay back. He knew you had sacrificed a lot for him, compromised at times when you could have been happy if he hadn’t made decisions that ruined his life.

--

So he put on a happy smile and told you that if you didn’t take this opportunity, he would pack your bags himself and kick you out of the house. This assurance gave you the confidence you needed. Without wasting any time, you sent an email accepting the proposition to join the workshop.

The next five months passed in a whim. During this time, he had asked you to marry him before you went away, but with a peaceful and determined smile, you had told him, “I will marry you once I come back, like that, we won’t have to spend too much time as newlyweds. Plus, I will be smarter than you too.”

“You are always smarter than me. I can never surpass you,” was the answer you had received, along with a sweet kiss, making your heart swell like a balloon.

Life was starting to feel better again.

Chan had finally made his boundaries very clear. The boy felt extremely guilty for lying to you, though he never confessed to you about doing so. He made sure his actions proved his redemption. He ensured to let these new friends of his know that going out too much with them was affecting him in ways that he didn’t appreciate. Although they did sometimes win against him and force him to go out, it was not as bad as it was before.

—

Soon the day came when you had to fly away to Germany. To say that Chan was sad would be an understatement. He was devastated when he saw you off at the airport with Seungkwan. He had cried the whole way home, making Seungkwan scold him as if he were a baby.

“Now if you keep behaving like this, do you think she would be happy?” the older boy questioned him.

“No, but I miss her already,” Chan replied in a whisper while wiping his tears harshly.

“Be nice, be happy for her. You can talk to her all the time. It’s not the Stone Age,” Seungkwan said with an exasperated sigh, making the younger one stop his sad boy antics at once.

But it was not like Chan was okay. He started working overtime at the office, desperately waiting for you to call him when you got free. And call you did, religiously at six o’clock in the evening.

You both made the decision to talk at that time, regardless of any circumstances. This went on for six months. He tried his best to follow the routine of overworking himself before you would call and save him from killing himself with work.

But with all these works, his willpower also started to crumble down. The old ways came back to him. Before he realized it, he became a party animal. He made new friends at these clubs and bars he started frequenting. He thought you wouldn’t pick up. But you did. You saw how your boyfriend was slowly changing. It was not that obvious at first, but slowly you realized he was getting drowned with work.

Being the lovely girlfriend you were, you asked Seungkwan to take care of him. The boy tried his best to do so. But alas, he was not that successful.

It seemed to both of you that Chan had spiraled back into his overworking session. What you both were unaware of was that it was more than that.

Chan was not just overworking; he was over-drinking and over partying too.

—

One faithful night; he met Eva, his pottery class instructor. She was pretty. They talked the whole night, catching up like old buddies and having fun.

She brought a change to his life again. She started being there for him during times when he would lose himself. She was a great friend, so great that in no time you had the chance to meet her.

You had come back for a week’s vacation. Seungkwan thought it was important for all the friends to meet up because it had been a long time since he had seen you. This meeting was supposed to consist of only you, Chan, and Seungkwan. But Chan asked to bring in another friend he would like you to meet. It was Eva.

You liked her; she was nice. You wanted to be friends with her. Her sweet personality was something no one could resist, a great example of a sweetheart through and through.

For once, you were actually proud of your boyfriend’s choices in life. Your visit was over even before it had started. Suddenly, the week was over, and you were packing your bags to return to Germany.

This time, Chan was not as scared of things going downhill anymore. He knew that within a few more months, you would come back, and he could happily start the wedding preparations. He also knew he had a solid group of friends to have his back. Most importantly, he had learned the art of living without you. Not that it was happy, but now he could enjoy spending time by himself.

—

Time flew faster than ever. In no time, it was Chan’s birthday. Your program would finish that same month, so sadly you couldn’t visit him. All you could do was video call him that morning and congratulate him for hitting thirty before you, to which he grumpily replied, “Your birthday is in six months; I’m gonna make it hell for you.”

“Whatever, old man, get dressed. Don’t you have a job to go to?” You laughed at his grumpy face while teasing him even more.

“I miss you,” Chan suddenly called out, pouting.

“You will meet me next month, Channie. Don’t be this sad now.” Although that did make him happy, the thought of spending yet another birthday without you was saddening. But it’s not like it was going to last. You would be back in no time.

That thought put a smile on his face. Soon enough, he was skipping around the house cooking breakfast and answering numerous calls from his friends and family for being a thirty-year-old now.

Seungkwan and Eva had also planned a not-so-surprise party for him. It consisted of meeting in front of his office and dragging his ass to the bar to drink and have fun. Although the day was spent slaving away in front of the computer, that night he had a lot of fun. He talked to Seungkwan and Eva for hours, and the three of them were pretty intoxicated when they left.

The only thing he remembered from that night was the fact that Eva, being the one out of the three with the most alcohol tolerance, was the one who had made sure that all of them returned home safely.

There was just one slight problem. Eva started to avoid him. Now, in any other situation, he would not have noticed it, but the text the next morning asking him if he remembered anything from the night before had him confused. When he asked her what it was all about, she refused to answer him, opting to ignore him instead.

He had no recollection of the night before, and Seungkwan didn’t either, so it was a mystery to both of them. But then again, his gut told him the problem was bigger than what he thought it was and might come to haunt him if not solved now.

So he did the most sane thing he could think of: He asked her to talk to him about it. He knew the wedding preparations would start the minute you came back, so he wanted to make sure to fix any problem that might affect you both before it blasted out of proportion.

—

“You kissed me,” was the first thing Eva told him after sitting down, making Chan’s heart drop to his stomach.

“Huh, but I don’t remember anything,” Chan retorted.

“It’s not about you remembering or not, it really happened, Chan, and I hate it,” she said, her voice almost breaking.

“Hey, calm down. We were both intoxicated, and we didn’t do it on purpose. Any other time and we wouldn’t have done it,” this seemed to have little to no effect on improving the girl’s mood.

On the other hand, Chan’s blood pressure was rising. The last thing he needed was a big mistake from which he could never turn back. With you coming back from Germany in less than a week, he needed everything in his life to be sorted out, especially something that could jeopardize a relationship with so much love in it.

“Chan, I think I like you. I’m not sure when it happened, or how it did. But I like you. So please don’t tell me I wouldn’t have done it if we weren’t intoxicated.”

The impact of this statement was so immense that it completely shattered his world, leaving him in disarray. It was true that he liked Eva. What kind of feelings he actually held for her was a mystery to him.

So, in the spur of the moment, he kissed her.

Just a few minutes ago, it was bothering him, but once he took the step, he didn’t feel what he was supposed to. He didn’t feel the disgust and hatred towards himself he should have. It felt like sneaking out of his house when he was not supposed to. It made a rush of excitement run through his body. He could feel the adrenaline rush through him.

He felt alive. maybe it was the feeling of doing something forbidden or it was something else, he didn’t know.

But, that night, they did more than kissing.

—

Once you were back, it was all sunshine and rainbows in the first few weeks. You both were happy, spending all your time together and having fun relishing in each other’s presence.

But it didn’t take you long to notice the changes. He would be stuck late at the office but come back home surprisingly lively, or those random texts from his brother late at night asking him to come over, or even the most obvious of them all, the vibrant smell of floral perfume that you never wear.

But you held out. You had promised to give him a chance to explain himself if he came clean to you. But that day never came. You asked him about these odd behaviors, but somehow he would always evade the topic altogether.

All those questions of ‘where were you last night’, ‘when will you come home’, or ‘shall we go on a date sometime soon’, all went unanswered.

He outright ignored your presence at home. But this didn’t stop the wedding preparations. Because his siblings and your parents alike loved him, they had taken the responsibility to take care of the wedding plans.

Before he could continue with his little escapades, Seungkwan caught and confronted him. Not by you but by Seungkwan. The older boy’s disappointment was beyond words. He screamed at him for an hour straight and then he had sat Chan down and calmly said,

“Either you tell her or I will.”

“But I can’t; she will leave me if I ever tell her.”

“Then she will be right in doing so.”

“Chan, I love you to death, but either you stop this and tell your girlfriend the whole truth, or I will take matters into my own hands. She has put up with enough of your shit. Don’t hurt her more,” he had said.

“Give me some time; I will do it as soon as possible,” the younger one had strained out, fisting his hair.

“She better know about it all before the wedding,” Seungkwan had warned him before seeing himself out.

—

Chan had cut off Eva after that. He tried to change everything before actually marrying you. Then, being the kind person you are, you tried to understand your boyfriend. You really did. But this was the first time in ten years you considered leaving him.

This relationship didn’t make you happy anymore. But you had gone through so many troubles together. The effort to hold each other upright was taking a toll on you.

But you were a fighter. You had fought many battles with him by your side. You couldn’t give up on those years either. Your internal dilemma was killing you. But all of this came to a halt one day when you had come back from your night shift, only to find your boyfriend and the girl he oh so diligently claimed to be his good friend, talking in the living room.

It was not like they were trying to be quiet because you could hear every single word spoken by them.

“Chan, it’s yours.”

“Eva, I have a fiancé. I will never leave her. I already told you, I love her.”

“Oh, so you didn’t think about that before fucking me”

“It was a mistake”, Chan shouted.

“No, it wasn’t, we both were very sober”, came another shout

The conversation hit you like a truck, and with each sentence, you felt your heart shattering. The decision suddenly seemed a bit too easy to make.

You walked out of the chaos, leaving the ring behind on the shoe rack. That night, you stayed at your friend’s place.

Following that event, you called Seungkwan, informing him that you won’t talk to Chan anymore. He simply asked if you wanted any help moving out, to which you answered with a simple no.

That was the end of the relationship for you. You refused to talk or see Chan ever again.

—

Now, five years later, Chan is to be married again. Not with you; no, he missed his chance. It's with Eva. They figured the best way to raise Minhan was to be together. In a county like theirs, it wasn’t the best idea to raise a kid with two unmarried parents.

Chan loved Minhan to death. But he could never show the same love for Eva. Looking at her reminded him of the mistakes he made in life. It reminded him of the happiness he could have attained, but he lost due to his own faults.

He is happy Seungkwan is still beside him. He knows he doesn’t deserve a friend like him, so the fact that Seungkwan stayed beside him makes him feel grateful.

He knew that his wife and child would move in with him soon, but he didn’t have the courage to let them into the house yet. The house that held both your memories was a bit too precious to let go of so easily.

The next day came faster than he anticipated. As Chan stood there waiting for his bride, he saw a face that he had been longing to see for the last five years.

He saw your face, sitting there on the benches, a sad smile adorning your face. Your eyes filled with emotions and stories of the years you had spent together.

Oh, how badly Chan wanted to abandon everything and run to you. Apologize a hundred times and ask you to take him back. But he couldn’t; he had children to take care of and shoes to fill.

As he stood there saying his vows, hoping it’s you he saw walking down the aisle and it’s you he kissed, but they are called dreams for a reason. And not all dreams come true.

As he kissed his bride, he saw a glimpse of your teary eyes amongst the crowd, and a tear of his own fell. Wishing for a future he was never destined to have.

the end

[switchbladedreamz]

My Choice

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING SMILE OH MY GOD

Pairing: Teacher!Logan x Teacher!Reader

Rating: R bc too many swears for PG-13

Requested?: nope

Summary: uuuuuh not fluff and not really angst? Logan gets rejected but it'll buff out bro I swear, wanting to make this into my first series so please be gentle. Let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs!🩷🩷

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"How do you think the Phoenicians would interact with-" the bell shrieks interrupting me. "Alright that's time, class, dismissed. Have a great weekend!" My small class of fifteen students scrambled out of their seats, rushing single file out of the classroom. Eager to end their day. A couple desks were left askew in the rush for the door. Sighing, i walk over and fix them. There's a presence at the door and a swift two knocks. I look up to be greeted with Logan's hulking frame in my doorway. A smile on his face. "Hey teach, got a minute?" "If you don't mind that I pack my stuff up real quick, yes i do. What's on your mind Mr. Howlett." I pay him no mind as I cross the room in three steps. "How many times do I gotta tell ya, you can call me Logan". I 'hmm' in response, my focus on packing away my lesson plan. The mess of papers strewn about my desk are picked up and sorted before i put them away in my desk. The top drawer squeaks shut, soon to be juxtaposed by Logan's deep voice. "I uh.. was wondering if you would want to get a drink tonight. With me. Greet the weekend the right way." Did I hear that right? I look up at him, he's serious. It makes me laugh. Clearly not expecting this reaction, the look on his face is befuddled. "Logan ..I'm worth more than a couple cheap beers and a good fuck." I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk past him out of the door. He stands there, stunned. Has he never been rejected before? Not to say I wouldn't go out with him. God I'm practically in love with the man. But I owe myself more than to be, well for lack of a better term, another notch on his belt. His heart belongs to Jean as we all are annoyingly aware. Why should I hurt myself like that for a man. Halfway up the staircase, trying to get to my room, I can hear his weighted footsteps and the creaking of the wood before Logan speaks up. "Hey Y/n wait a second." I wait until I'm standing in the hallway at the top of the stairs to reply. "Yes Mr. Howlett?" "Cut it out with that mister shit.." realizing he sounded a little gruff he clears his throat and adds a quiet "..please.. And can I ask if you still want to grab a beer with me? Just friends?" "I don't like to drink and I have papers to grade. Have a good weekend." I turn around and swiftly walk to my room which sadly is right across from his. 'I can not believe i just turned him down. Twice! Oh my god what have I done? I could've just blown any and every chance i could've had with him. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Fuck!' The anxiety roils in my gut like a swarm of angry bees. I did good by putting my best interests first. I tell myself over. And over. And over. And one more time just to be sure.

For the next three hours I am hunched over the desk in my room grading my students work for my ancient history class. H.I.M. is playing somewhere in the background. Ville Vallo is doing his best to quel the increasing frustration that comes with being a teacher and not understanding how they aren't understanding what I'm trying to teach them. My focus is interrupted by an obnoxious dying whale call emitting from my stomach. I rest my head in my hands, letting my frustrations ease and the music flow while i shift my train of thought from work to food. I stand up from my chair and stretch the day's muscle aches away. I pause my music before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Hank and Charles are animatedly chatting about... physics? I can't really tell, they're talking too fast. An open bottle of gin that is a third of the way gone is the probable explanation for the passion and animation which they express themselves with. I open the fridge and survey my options. A silent "fuck it" mumbles from my lips before grabbing the jelly. And then the peanut butter, bread and a butter knife. Another pb&j for dinner won't kill me. "Ah Y/n you know I heard you rejected a certain...wolfish man..twice today. How did you ever accomplish that given your....feelings?" Charles' words are always calculated. Maybe slurred a little by the bottle of alcohol sitting between him and his company. Of course he's already heard about it. "Well Charles, hi hank" he lifts his hand and waves. "I'll tell you what i told Mr. Howlett "im worth more than a couple cheap beers and a good fuck". I wanna date the guy, be with him, not just another fuck and then we're awkward with each other in the hallways. Hell no." Charles looks at me..admirably? "Thats what I've always admired about you, Y/n. You stick up for yourself no matter what. You're right you do deserve more than that. Hank and I were just discussing the possibilities of the multiverse. Care to join?" "All due respect, fuck no. Science hurts my brain, that's why I teach history. Now if you fellas would like to discuss the outcome the Compact Theory had on Jacksonian Democracy I'd love to, or even trade routes of the Phoenicians or Alexander The Great and his many many Alexandria I'm all ears. But I suppose I could sit and let you enjoy my company" i giggle at my own joke. I stride to the table, sandwich in hand and sit down. "No no no, I think I'd rather talk about how in love with The Wolverine our newest history teacher is" Hank flourishes his hands when mentioning Logan's moniker. A ditzy smile on his face to match the haze in his eyes, clearly a little more intoxicated than Charles is. "ugh please im not in love with the guy, i just have feelings for him. No one else sees how sweet he is, in silent ways. And he's patient with his students. The jackass is only a jackass as a coping mechanism because he thinks if he has friends they'll all hate him so he hates them and himself before they have a chance. Is it fucked up logic and self-destructive? Absolutely. Does it make me want him more? Fuck yes. Did I chew myself out for rejecting him? God knows I did. But I'm the only motherfucker that's gonna take care of myself and as much I want him to be the man that I see, that I know he can be.. it's not gonna happen." The intoxicated men guffaw at my response. "You're telling me you see his potential." ..."Yes. What's so wrong with that?" "Y/n the man won't live up to his potential in probably another 200 years. When we're all gone and all he has is..hopefully, this place." "Well jeez Chuck that was dark" "forgive me, I was a tad bit morose. But still. I suppose i do understand you denying yourself the one night of fun over years of heartache. It's romantic." At this I scoff. "Whatever you say man." I get up and grab two sodas from the nearby pantry. Why they don't keep them in the fridge, I'll never understand. I grab a glass and some ice from the freezer and take my seat. I pour mine in my glass of ice, the other i split between Hank's glass and Charles'. "To make the alcohol come back up easier in the morning" they laugh at my explanation and thank me.

"I thought you didn't drink" the deep voice from behind startled me with a jump. I turn around and there he fuckin is. In all his beauty. The warm kitchen lights cast a smooth glow on his face. Black tank top, black jeans..that stupid native skull with a headdress belt buckle. And that jacket. The only item of clothing that doesn't look like it will shred itself apart from his body with the slightest of movements. "I don't. Its soda. Chuck and Hank however..." I trail off, my head jerking back to the friends/coworkers behind me. Laughing their asses off at my expense ..and Logan's, I can tell. Asses, both of them. He only grunts. God what I wouldn't give to have him gru- Charles gasps, the alcohol numbing his control over his powers..or he's just being nosy. "Y/n those thoughts are unbecoming of a lady of your stature" he slurs. I roll my eyes. "What's he talkin about?" Logan asks. "It's nothing." I quickly try to cover up the topic and try to change it. "So how was the bar?" I try to be friendly. Despite my rejection earlier I do still want to be friends with the guy. "Yeah? What do you care?" Ouch, I totally earned that. He rolls his eyes and begrudgingly sits next to me. I can feel annoyance rolling off of him. "Its fine. Friends?" His eyebrow quirks up with his head turned toward me slightly. I smile and take the olive branch. "Friends." Hank and Charles clap and 'woo'. 'friends! Friends!' they drunkenly cheer.

~~~~ Logan's Point of View

I'm sittin at the bar, puffin on a cheap cigar. Some old country song sets the ..ambience. Nursing the same glass of whisky I've had for an hour. I just don't feel right tonight. I feel a hand on my shoulder. Maybe Y/n decided to join me afterall. I turn in my stool, disappointed to see a shorthaired red head. Not Jean and definitely not Y/n. "Hi handsome, this seat taken?" She cocks her head to the side gesturing to the empty stool next to me. Fuck it, I'll bite. "Please, by all means". She's pleased with this if the small smile on her face means anything. "You come here often?" A dull line. Before I can answer the bartender comes over "Leave the man alone Carmila, my customers don't wanna pay for what you offer." Oh. So that's why she's here. I get up, pull my wallet out and leave a $50 on the bar. "For my drinks and hers. See ya next time bub." I throw back the rest of my drink and leave the empty glass on the bar. Done with this place. The girl doesn't bother to chase me outside. I ride over to the nearest gas station, fill up my tank and make it back to the mansion in no time. Another night wasted at the bar instead of being wasted at the bar. Walking into the front door I can hear faint laughter. The laughter leads me to the kitchen, from the hallway I can tell who it is. And those asshats are talkin about me? Is that gin I smell?

"...rather talk about how in love with The Wolverine our newest history teacher is.."

'What the hell is Hank on about? Beast never could handle his alcohol. He'd be the damn town gossip if he ever drank outside of this place. Ah what the hell, I'm buzzed, I'm bored, and those assholes in there are talking about me so why shouldn't I listen?...just for a little bit.'

I heard Y/n laugh, man I wish it was me making her laugh and not those bozos. "-m not in love with the guy," ouch. "I just have feelings for him." 'Woah woah, what the hell?' "No one else sees how sweet he is, in silent ways. How he's patient with his students. The jackass is only a jackass as a coping mechanism because he thinks if he has friends they'll all hate him so he hates them and himself before they have a chance. Is it fucked up logic and self-destructive? Absolutely. Does it make me want him more? Fuck yes. Did I chew myself out for rejecting him? God knows I did. But I'm the only motherfucker that's gonna take care of myself and as much I want him to be the man that I see, that I know he can be.. it's not gonna happen."

'aaaaaah shit-fuck..i fucked up. Now she thinks I'm a worthless ass who just thinks she's meat. I just wanted to show her a good time, and have a good time. I respect her and it's time I showed her that respect. Especially now I know she just turned me down out of respect for her own self worth. Thats fuckin rare. It makes me want her more. To hell with it, Jean made her choice. Now it's time I make mine.'

The next words I hear sting. I know Charles is just drunk but hell I like it here.

~~~~ back to Y/n's Point of View

'God Logan is so close he smells so good. Usually I hate the smell of cigars but fuck he makes it so tantalizing. It's like the man sweats in manly yankee candles' Charles once again laughs out loud at seemingly nothing. This causes everyone around the table to eye each other suspiciously. I stare at my soda, watching the bubbles trying to not be suspicious. "I think it's time we get wheels to bed before he hurts himself." Logan chides in with a smirk. Thankfully taking the heat off of me. Charles gets in a huff rightfully and calls Logan an "ableist immortal whose only contribution to society in the past two hundred years is all the bullets he's taken for the country" what a catty bitch, i respect it.

The walk to my room feels like forever. Walking past my desk I can't help but glare daggers at the papers mocking me from their neat pile. '..Later.' I told myself. Grabbing a sleep shirt from my dresser and new underwear, i cross the room and enter my bathroom. Grabbing my fluffiest towel, because self care, I turn my shower on and my speaker. Continuing the goth rock playlist from earlier Black Veil Brides' "Lost It All" is serenading the bathroom walls. The hot water releases only the first layer of tension in my shoulders, it's enough. I stay under the water for 15 more minutes until I've decided it's time to get out. Back to the evil dry world.

[some-beans]

Hi! Okay can I request a Twisted Wonderland X Stitch!fem! Reader? Basically the reader is a female Stitch(experiment 626 also has human form) I can just already imagine the chaos she would bring being able to switch from her human form to her fluffy alien form.

le gasp !! my first request !!

that's not a problem !!

sorry if it took a while to come out ^-^

✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x stitch!fem!reader

✎...themes: chaos, general tomfoolery, can be seen as

platonic or romantic, ace slander [affectionately]

✎...enjoy !!

✎...notes: can you tell which characters are my favourite

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

what in the great seven?!

iー

praying for riddle fr

but besides the fact that you like to cause mayhem, especially in your alien form, he finds your. . . habits are interesting, to say the least

from dressing up as this so-called elvis presley guy and playing the ukulele to consuming a concerning amount of coconut cake and coffee

seriously, how do you survive??

he does watch his temper as the absolute discord you cause breaks multiple of the queen of heart's rules

help this short boi

well, at least he does find your adorable alien form ー it reminds him of hedgehogs

and yes, you do weaponise your cuteness from stopping him from collaring you and other students ー mainly ace and deuce

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘

another one growing grey hairs

however, unlike jamil, trey sees this chaotic energy similar to his younger siblings so it's easy to get you to stop

a.k.a bribing you with his baking

his coconut cake is your favourite and you would kill for a slice

he always makes sure you brush your teeth

always

besides baking for you, his favourite thing to do with you is to cuddle you after a long day ー either form is fine with him, so whatever makes you comfortable

trey also thinks your enthusiasm is like a breath of fresh air at nrc

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

photos

constantly

albeit selfies or pictures of just you, cater has a whole ass folder in his phone for them

but those are his eyes only ー is it for blackmail?? who knows

he loves to cuddle with you in your alien form and post it as if you were some ultra-rare teddy he managed to get

nope, you're real

he loves to dress your alien form intro costumes and do photoshoots

he has a whole ass lighting and set-up for this

𝐀𝐂𝐄

this man giggled like a menace when he saw the potential of pissing off riddle with you

redhead behaviour

uses you as a scapegoat a lot, especially from riddle

however, you notice this and leave him to suffer unless it's serious

he learned his lesson real quick with that

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

this poor himbo

confused on so many levels as he tries not to make sure you don't get in trouble

newsflash; he ends up joining you anyway

as being the embodiment of chaos, deuce did not expect you to be very cuddly and protective

like, some upperclassmen were harassing him, which would be able to deal with, but you came in your alien form extra arms and all and latched onto their faces

safe to say nobody messes with him anymore

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

at first, he didn't give two shits about this blue alien that tried to bother him in his sleep ー it was too easy to swat it away

but when you transformed into your human form, leona could swear he heard his sister-law and mother scream for high hell for the blatant disrespect he showed you

lowkey almost shat himself

so to make up for his behaviour, leona would allow you to get all your energy out of your system ー a blur of blue would zip past him as he lazed

despite his lazy and not giving a fuck nature, he very much gives a fuck if anyone tries to disrespect you

finna turn them into sand real quick

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

partner in crime and 4lifers <3

you two cause so much chaos ー with his unique magic your ability to escape in your alien form is chef's kiss

you two steel a lot of food together

like, a lot

ungodly amounts of food

ruggie also likes the fact that you're really family oriented you would go to great lengths if it meant they were happy

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

to jack, you first reminded him of his younger siblings with how hyper you could be at times

but then he realised that you were not

especially when he heard you cuss out another student for trying to look up your skirt

jack also paid them a visit

he won't admit it ー his tail does that just fine ー but he loves when you cuddle up to him in your alien form, especially when it's his tail

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

he tried to create a contract once after you straight up almost destroy his lounge but asked him for a favour;

azul: WHAT? After all, you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?

you: [alien language] ih

azul: fine!

jade: "fine"? you're doing what she says?

azul: she's very persuasive!

met you in your human form and was flustered obviously, but still kept his professional air around him

but that crumbled when you smiled duh

however because you are a woman, azul was actually very stand-offish and lowkey afraid, considering female octopi tend to be on the violent side

a.k.a committing murder but we don't talk about that

essentially he does try to form other contracts with you but you're big brain and don't sign them unless the terms are in your favour

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄

he loves to study you

like you're a mushroom or something

your chaotic behaviour reminds him of floyd, especially when they were kids

jade loves it when you join him on his mountain hikes and easily talk your head off while doing so

lowkey, but not really, a babysitter when you and floyd are together ー however, he may instigate some of the chaos you two cause

lol pray for the rest of nrc

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃

you + floyd = nrc possibly burning down

but honestly

he loves it ー from the chaos you bring to the fact you can transform

expect constant squeezes from ー alien or human forms regardless

lowkey gets pouty when you escape his grasp by transforming and zooming away

lowkey reminding him when was smol child

but you're not a child

he calls you shrimpy of course, but also angelfish after the asfur angelfish cuz ya a blue lil alien too

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

both of you together = maximum chaos

praying for jamil and the rest of nrc

magic carpet rides whenever he manages to lose jamil

i could see kalim easily dropping big-time money on whatever your little chaotic heart desires

kalim adores both forms of yours and just loves to spend time with you regardless of what's happening

likes the fact that you don't treat him differently based on his wealth and status makes him very happy

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

he's getting grey hairs as we speak

please save this man /srs

despite the shit he has to go through when looking after kalim, he was ready to commit crimes when you showed up

almost had a mental breakdown

however, once he saw that fact you were practically indestructible, a weight lifted off his chest as he didn't really have to worry about you injuring yourself

but still doesn't mean he looks out for you ー considering you are the only girl in an all-boys school

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐕𝐈𝐋

iー

how much mess can you make??

it both surprises and annoys him greatly

though, the one thing he does appreciate is that fact you know the ins and outs of performing for a camera

and can be surprisingly still when needed

he does enjoy doing your make-up when you allow it, which makes him giddy on the inside

don't tell him i told y'all that

similar to cater, he too loves to dress you up regardless of form ー he also sometimes tries to get you on some of his shoots so he doesn't have to work with neige

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

he finds you fascinating

but also one of the hardest things to hunt

so he finally found something he has trouble tracking down

calls you reine du chaos [ queen of chaos ] or reine du moelleux [ queen of fluffiness ] ー yes, i am using google translate, please don't bite me

sometimes you'll come up to him, and stare blankly before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then transforming and zooming off

his eyes widen before he swoons and chases after you

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

you truly bring out the rebel in him

shit eatin' grin on his face

especially when you get on vil's nerves

he be eatin' that shit up like macarons

however, when you're in your alien form and speaking, epel gets so frustrated but realises this must be how vil feels when his accent slips through while using slung

lmao, get a taste of your own medicine <3

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

um??

how the fuck did you even get into my dorm??

legit the epitome of your relationship with him ^^

no matter how updated his security you always somehow managed to get into his dorm room

he actually first meet you in your adorable, blue alien form, so imagine his surprise when he sees you in his room but as a hot anime girl

he fainted

what shoes he got on??

dead as hell

after getting over his social anxiety ass, idia lowkey highkey wants to study you, but when he mentions it, you lowkey highkey threaten to destroy his work

he shut up real quick

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

he is bewildered

astounded, to say the least

like lilia, he has never come across an individual such as yourself

malleus loves the seamless amounts of energy you harbour as it allows him to hold long night walks with you

you often exchange stories with each other ー mostly your stupid ones

he noticed that when you get affectionate you either act like a hyperactive dog or cat doing the smoosh a.k.a rubbing against something

he's very fond of the smoosh

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

never in his long ass life has he met an individual such as yourself

so fucking curious

and gets so excited when you managed to eat his cooking without almost dying

turns out, you're quite the indestructible being and the same goes for your stomach

similar to malleus, you two share stories, however, it's more of your stories from back home from when you were created

that's why he was impressed when you could out-think rook

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

confusion

100%

like, he went to sleep with you as a human and he wakes up to find you've been replaced with a fluffy, blue alien ー spoiler alert, it was you

lowkey panicked but calmed down when you poofed back and giggled at his confused face

whenever he falls asleep in your dorm, instantly cuddle time in any form

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

screamed the roof down when he first saw you because you managed to sneak up on him and started to speak your gibberish

screamed bloody murder he did

massive blush ー from anger or embarrassment, you can decide ー as he shouts at you

you just poof back into your human form, which shut him up

you could hear the blue screen of death playing in his head

does chase you around but eventually loses you cuz no one can catch you <3

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stuck with him thru everything. Until he saw Peggy Carter again.

Reader x Steve Rogers, Reader x Bucky Barnes

Chapter 15: Home Again

Notes: I know this one is a little short but I'm juggling too much and real life stress has been picking on my muse so I wanted to get this out.

I have a little bit left to write for this pair but am unsure about writing some smut for them. LMK what you think.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

The next morning Y/N was woken up by Winnie softly patting her face and babbling "MaaaMaaa."

She opened her eyes and Winnie laughed, making her smile. "Hi sweet girl."

Winnie clapped and Y/N noticed the smell of bacon and coffee wafting into the room. She sat up and changed Winnie, picking her up before moving into the living room where she could see Bucky in the kitchen cooking, singing and dancing which made Winnie laugh and bounce in her arms.

The sound of laughter made Bucky stop still and spin around to see his girls, his entire world, watching him. He would never let them out of his sight again.

"Good morning doll. Princess Winnie. Breakfast is almost ready."

Y/N smiled. Her heart felt so full after the terror of the last couple of days chasing Steve around, she had her baby girl back in her arms and the best man she could ever ask for in the kitchen, making breakfast for them.

They laughed and joked while they ate, both carrying lighter hearts. Together with their little family was home, no matter where they were.

After breakfast she took Winnie for a bath and ended up soaked from Winnie playing in the water so just climbed into the tub with her.

She took her time washing her daughter's hair and paid close attention to finger and toe nails, tickling Winnie until she squealed. They played with rubber duckies, The Avengers set. Winnie's favorite was Thor and Y/N's favorite was obviously the Winter Soldier.

Bucky came to check on them after hearing Winnie screaming in delight. He laughed when he saw them both soaked and covered in bubbles, laughing joyously.

"Did you need any help in here, doll? You're making a bit of a mess."

She looked up at him smiling "I don't know Jamie, think you can fit in this bathtub, too?" And giggled.

Bucky smiled "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Why don't I just rinse off this little princess so you can finish cleaning yourself up."

Winnie put her arms up, smiling at him "Upupupup, Bubu, upup!"

He grabbed a towel and picked her up "Come on princess, we'll let mama finish her bath." He dressed her up and brushed her hair before adding a ribbon.

Y/N quickly finished cleaning up and dressed herself.

Once they had cleaned the place up they loaded into the quinjet to return home. Finally.

As they walked into her house that evening, they heard poppers and party horns. Pepper, Morgan, Sam, Sarah, Cass, A.J., Shuri, Ayo and Val were waiting for them and a welcome home banner stretched across the vaulted ceiling. Food from Y/N's favorite restaurant was set up on the kitchen counter.

Bucky put Winnie into her high chair and gave her some pasta and bread to eat then sat next to her and pulled Y/N onto his lap and started feeding her.

Sam sat at the table across from them and rolled his eyes "You two need to get a room." followed by gagging sounds.

He became serious for a moment

"Our Steve is alright, a bit dehydrated and shook up but will be fine." He looked at his hands "He would like to meet his daughter but won't do anything unless it's ok with you."

Y/N shook her head "I don't know Sam. I know he didn't do this but we're gonna need a minute. He did leave me and-" she paused. "I don't know."

Bucky gently rubbed her back in quiet support.

Sam nodded "I understand. Don't beat yourself up if you can't do it. He made his bed. I gave you the message and will drop it now."

He looked at Winnie's butter covered face "Hey my little Winn-girl. Is that good food?"

Winnie laughed and nodded, reaching for him with sticky hands "Saaaaaa!"

He picked her up "Let's get you cleaned up Winn-girl." and took her into the bathroom.

Y/N turned to look at Bucky and smiled, feeling her face heat up at how he still affected her. Sitting in his lap was definitely doing something and she tried not to move around too much but being this close, wrapped up in his arms made her all kinds of hot.

She felt her panties moisten and froze wondering if he would smell that. On one hand, it was a little scary to think of him knowing what he did to her but on the other hand, him being able to smell her arousal to know her that intimately without her needing to say a word, was turning her on more.

Bucky cleared his throat and everyone quieted, he looked around to see everyone watching him and had to push down his fear. He picked her up as he stood, carefully set her back down in the chair and went down one knee.

Y/N stared at him, wide eyed and heart racing.

Bucky pulled a small box out of his pocket and gave her a lopsided grin. "Y/N" he spoke softly and looked in her eyes "I have been in love with you since the day we met, never met anyone so incredible. Caring and loyal, smart and stubborn, beautiful and strong. You are everything I could ever want and the last few days have driven home how fragile it all is. I don't want to wait any longer to start our life together." He looked at her hopefully "Marry me?"

Y/N felt like she couldn't get any words out so started nodding enthusiastically as tears ran down her face before she could finally get it out "YES! Yes James. I will marry you."

She had forgotten there were other people there and was snapped out of her daze when she heard clapping, laughing and yelling. She looked around and smiled at their friends.

Bucky had a difficult time putting the ring on her shaking hands while his were almost as shaky. When it was in place Y/N put her hand up to look at the ring, a vintage style, 1 carat sapphire surrounded by smaller diamonds, and sighed.

"It's beautiful James"

Bucky grinned "Nowhere near as beautiful as you are doll." He pulled her close, whispering in her ear

"and all mine."

She shivered at the images those three words invoked, wrapping her hands up in his hair and kissed him with everything she had before pulling back, panting. She pulled on his hair and grinned when she heard his quiet whimper

"I am yours, James, always but you better not forget that you are mine. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone."

She kissed him and nipped at his lower lip, making him growl.

"Careful doll."

Y/N flashed a huge smile at him and whispered back "I'm not scared of you, sarge."

He squeezed her hip and groaned "Later sweetheart, I hope you're ready for me." His nostrils flared and he smirked "Sure smells like you are."

She felt her face heat up and hoped he couldn't tell.

Sam brought Winnie to them while Pepper popped a bottle of champagne and handed out full glasses to everyone starting with Y/N and Bucky.

Winnie laughed and cheered along until Bucky gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She grabbed his face babbling "Bubu" and gave him a sloppy kiss back.

It was after midnight when the last of the guests cleared out.

Bucky carefully picked up Winnie who had fallen asleep on the couch and put her to bed.

He came back out to find Y/N in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, and shook his head before coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.

He started kissing down her neck and shoulder "Come on doll, I'll take care of those in the morning." He nibbled on her neck and whispered in her ear "I wanna take you to bed and spend the nite worshipping you." softly running his hands down her arms.

She felt her core heating up and whined "Buuucky! Stop teasing!"

Bucky quickly turned her around and picked her up bridal style to carry her to the bedroom.

"It's not teasing if I follow through, doll."

[zouofzouey]

Sick of Being Sick | MHA & JJK

Hey, I'm sick right now. Share in my misery, will ya?

Series; MHA and JJK

Characters; Bakubabe, Todobroki, Kiri luvs us all, Shinshino (Shinso), JenniferLawrenceLover666 (AKA Itadori), GoGoGojo, Megumi my love... and I think that's it.

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Bakugou

This man makes you soup. Which, I know soup sounds boring but like, this is some serious gourmet shit

He'd be the type to say stuff like: You got this sick cause of your own stupid actions dipwad...

But then turnaround and tuck you all nice into bed with a story (maybe not that last part but whatever)

He's also the type to stay 10 feet away from you

I mean, keep your germs to yourself ya nasty

No cuddles or kisses or anything that has to do with being in close proximity

Good luck getting even a fist bump (Not that he would normally do that but you know whatever)

He'll give you your meds and your DayQuil or NightQuil but he's gonna be wearin a mask I swear

10/10 on taking care of you

0/10 for smooches :'(

Todoroki

Being taken care of by this man is pretty sweet

He loves you with all his heart and is willing to run miles just to make you feel better

But honestly, he might mess up here or there

Like he wouldn't heat the soup up properly (Unless you like cold soup)

If you have hot or cold flashes, boom, the instant temperature regulator 3000

Even if it got him sick, he would give you your soft forehead kisses or late-night cuddles

Would 100% get sick right after you get better

Hopefully, this isn't a cycle...

8/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for love <3

Kirishima Eijiro

Kiri my man my dude my legend mi compadre don muchacho is very good at taking care of you

I mean, c'mon, Kirishima is a lovely manly man who wants nothing more than his partner to be happy and healthy

Moreso, he gonna take care of you like his life depends on it, which is true, your life is his life... or some weird couple saying that I wouldn't know about because I'm single

This man gonna cuddle your sickness away

You're gonna be in a headlock from the next week so get comfortable sweetie

He's going to get all the pillows and blankets he can find to fit on your bed ASAP

Snuggle party y'all

He would absolutely go to the drugstore at 5 in the morning just to get you your DayQuil

An honorable man who is willing to do anything for the love of his life

10/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for smooche smooches and love

Shinso Hitoshi

Shinso's pretty lazy, not gonna lie

He loves ya, but your medicine is on the other side of the couch, so he just- can't- reach-

You'll be lucky if he'll even make you some decent food

It's probably going to be just microwave dinners :/

Okay, let's be real, Shinso is gonna have you sleeping even before he does

Like I said, he loves you and will show it in his strange Shinso ways

You're getting some good sleep

How does he do it? He has his Shinso magic that can only be used on rare occasions. The magic of ✨prescription drugs✨

Yeah, that'll have you knocked out for sure

What drug you may ask?

Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to

2/10 taking care

5/10 smoochy

Itadori Yuji

Does he know what he's doing?

Haha, no

But is he trying?

With all his heart <3

He's not great at cooking or finding the right medicines but you know what? A for effort? No, A is for ass. Don't ask questions

Yuji will want to cuddle the last bit of sickness out of you

But he'll come to snuggle up to you when he gets sick and be just like; "You have to take care of me now 👉👈"

He might be a wee bit annoying when it comes to letting you do ANYTHING by yourself, I mean, he's gonna make you stay in bed while he makes you some mediocre soup

Don't get too angry with him though, he just wants to take care of the love of his life

Which is you, not Jennifer Lawrence

Probably

6/10 on taking care of you

12/10 on luvs

Gojo Satoru

Do you think this man's going to stop working? Stop teaching his beloved students? Stay in your house that reeks of sickness? Do all the cooking and cleaning for you while you're stuck on the couch watching his favorite TV show without him?

Maybe not that last part, but he'll mostly do what's said above

Gojo is likely to do nothing with you while you're ill

Just watchin' some sort of stupid romcom you found for free on a random website that may just be a tiny bit sketchy

He's not much of the "taking care of" type. More so, the "I'm going to cuddle the life out of you" type

I mean, you can't be sick if you're dead

He loves you. But your germs be nasty

I imagine he never gets sick, so when he's around someone who is sick, he avoids them like the plague

It just so happens to be that the one who's sick is his s/o

2/10 on taking care of you

7/10 for loving

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi is also the type to never get sick

He probably won't treat you like you're gonna kill him every time you cough

Unlike someone, we all know and sometimes love

He's pretty damn good at taking care of you

He makes sure you don't overexert yourself

Gumi gets you food that won't make you feel even worse

He gives the gracious gift of water every hour (or any time you finish your current glass)

Warm blankets straight from the dryer, perfectly fluffed pillows, he's got it all ready

Megumi can't cook that well, but he tries because he loves you <3

He'd also get up in the middle of the night if you run out of medicine

24/7 drug stores exist for a reason

9/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for caring

This was originally going to be a serious headcanon thing, but it later turned into satire and sass. Just like my 10th-grade assignment about Emerson. Good times, good times.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.79 Merry and bright

Soooo... Just as Sophia predicted, we arrived late, but not as late as she thought. When we walked in, the scent of cookies and tomato sauce filled the air. The food and desserts had probably just come out of the oven, and far as I was concerned, we were right on time. The house looked amazing, and so did Mama. I couldn't get over how her new hair color just set off all her outfits. She looked like one of Father Winter's helpers with the red and green clothes, brown boots, and white hair.

"Merry Winterfest, buddy," she shouted, pulling me into a very merry hug. "Can't believe you made it before we ate."

"Heh, that makes two of you."

Dad greeted Sophia, and I wrapped my arms around my dear sister.

"It's sooo good to see you in real life, Less."

"Yeah, you too...even though you didn't call me when you got engaged."

"It literally just happened yesterday! And you know Mama kidnapped us."

"Oh, I know. She called me all frantic talking about, pack my things and come home immediately. I thought somebody died!"

Oh, Mama. She was so extra, and I loved it. Yeah, it could be too much sometimes, but I never had to wonder if she loved me.

I tried to introduce Less to Sophia, but she was really weird. She gave her a quick "nice to meet you" and went right back to speaking to me. Dwayne sat quietly watching all of us, so I introduced Sophia and sat down to give the illusion of including him. Naturally, Sophia and Less followed me. She dominated the conversation, asking me 1000 random questions. Sophia tried to insert herself and asked her about life in Mt. Komorebi, but Less wouldn't let her in. At one point, she got really annoyed and yelled at her.

"Can't you see I'm talking to my brother??"

I was used to her attitudes, but it took a lot not to lash out at her. I wouldn't tolerate anyone treating Sophia like trash. She missed me and wanted to catch up; I got that. And she had always been weird about girls around me, but the way she behaved really surprised me. But this was new for her, too. She never had to share me with anyone before, so I remained calm.

"Less... She just wants to get to know you. Don't you want to know her?"

She contemplated my suggestion, as though it was new information. Throughout our childhood, she always followed me. Whatever I did, she did. As long as I remained in the room, she would never give Sophia a chance, so I left them and looked for Dad. I found him in Mama's office decorating the tree...with Dwayne. Well, they weren't exactly working together. Dad hung the ornaments, and Dwayne was more like the hype man, approving of his placement and doing the whole a little more to the right thing. They worked on the tree with such precision, as if they painted a masterpiece or something.

I had to mess with them. They were so serious about the tree, but I didn't think it took all of that. I guess that's why I wasn't on tree duty.

"I think we need something blue right here. Like, bright, shocking blue right there."

They both glared at me with that "boy, get out" face, tee hee. Mission accomplished!

I sat and watched them finish hanging ornaments. When they completed that task, Dad asked if there were garland or other decorations. If it took them that long just to place ornaments, Father Winter would be there before the tree was ready. Luckily, Dwayne said it looked good. He probably felt how I felt. Mama came and said the food was ready, so Dad turned the tree on, and we placed our presents under it.

[coffeebeans18]

Hands

Dean Winchester Smut

Pairings: Dom!Dean x Virgin!Y/n

Warnings: Some kinky shit. Nothing too serious. If you find something that needs a legitimate wanting, let me know.

Summary: Y/n's got a thing for hands and Dean's using it against her.

I'm sitting in the bunker's library with Dean. I'm supposed to be helping with research, but I keep getting distracted by his hands. His big, grease covered hands. For whatever reason, he chooses to eat the messiest things while doing research. And somehow, the mess never gets beyond his hands. I'm watching him eat and lick his fingers, when I'm supposed to be doing research. He's caught be staring at him, a few times, but he just have me a cocky comment like "I have that effect on people" or something like that. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy looking at his hands. The man's already perfect, without looking at his hands. His hands only add on to the perfection.

"Watching me won't get anything done, Sweetheart."

Shit. Busted. Again.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

"Staring at my hands again. I know. It's alright."

He stands up from his chair and starts walking towards me, abandoning his food and research.

"You know. If you want something, all you have to do is ask."

"Uh, what?"

"I've seen the way you look at me, Y/n. I know what you want. But you have to tell me. I'm pretty big on consent."

"I don't know what you-"

"Hey, look at me real quick."

I look at him, not sure what he's about to do. Then he dips his finger in his plate, getting grease on his finger. I watch as he shoves his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. There's an audible gasp, catching Dean's attention, which was already on me.

"See that? That look you give me when I use my hands?"

"I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean-"

"No need to apologize. Everybody has kinks, Y/n."

The hell's a kink? I feel a little embarrassed, not knowing what he's talking about. I think it relates to a sexual turn on.

"Everybody gets turned on." He says, probably noticing the confused look on my face.

"Oh. So hands can be kinky?"

"Anything can be kinky. It depends on the person."

Wow. The things you learn. I didn't even know what a kink was. And now I know that anything can be kinky.

"You wanna take a break from this?"

"Um, sure."

I close my laptop and stand up from my chair. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I should probably get rid of the hot feeling in my...area. I start heading to my room, but Dean steps me.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room. I thought you said we were taking a break."

"We are. In my room."

Why would we be taking a break in his room?

"Oh. Ok."

He gently grabs one of my hands and leads me to his room. Once there, he closes the door and leads me to his bed. I look up at him, still confused as to why we're in his room, and he motions for me to sit down. Or maybe he was motioning for me get on the bed, in a way that's not sitting down. I don't know.

"I'm ok standing."

"You wanna do this standing?"

"Do what?"

"Damn. I guess I read the signs wrong. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to-"

"What signs?"

"When we were talking about turn ons and your thing with my hands, I thought you wanted to do something."

"I do, but, um-"

"Not with me. I get it. It's ok."

"No. I've never done anything before."

He just looks at me for a second. It looks like he's trying to see if I'm being serious.

"Seriously?"

I nod, embarrassed that at 28 years old, I've never had sex or done anything sexual.

"You're a virgin?"

"Is that bad?"

"Being that we're about to go on a hunt for a witch who kills virgins, yes. But any other time, no. You were probably just waiting for the right person. But I hate to break it to you, if you're still a virgin in the next 8 hours, you're not going on this hunt."

"I was kinda hoping that you could, um, help?"

"You want me to help you? Help you what?"

The smirk on his lips tells me that he knows exactly what I want his help with. I think he's teasing me.

"Tell me what you need help with, Sweetheart."

"I need you to fuck me."

He nods and motions again for me to get on the bed. I lay down, on my back, and Dean slowly gets on top of me. He's kissing my neck and making his way down to my shirt.

"Off." He commands.

I usually don't like being told what to do, but that's usually with basic shit. I've never been in a sexual situation before. I've heard of people liking to be told what to do in bed. Am I one of those people? Doesn't matter. I do as he said and take off my shirt. He takes off his own and starts taking off my pants. I help him with his own pants and he starts kissing my body. This feels nice. I like this. He eventually makes his way back up to my bra, and I take it off. I've never been so revealed in front of someone else. But I'm oddly comfortable, probably because I know that Dean's not judging me for how my body looks.

"You're beautiful, Baby."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I mean that. I'm about to show you just how much I mean it."

He leans down to kiss me, which I've also never done before. This all seems so easy. How have I never done this before? He slips my underwear off, then slips two fingers into me. He's pushing them in and out and it feels fucking amazing. This feels a lot better than I thought it would. Dean's fingers feel a lot better than I thought they would. I wouldn't think that such big fingers would feel so good inside of me. If anything, I'd think they'd hurt. But it doesn't hurt. It feels quite nice, actually. It doesn't take long for me to feel like I'm gonna cum. Can I do that? On his fingers? Would he be mad about that? I don't know how to control it, so it's gonna happen. Is he gonna be mad?

"That's it, Sweetheart. Cum on my fingers."

I guess not. I cum on his fingers and he slips them out of me. He leans forward and shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I lick his fingers clean with no hesitation, and he takes them out of my mouth. He takes his underwear off, revealing his hard dick. How is he hard already? I seriously don't know how any of this works.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

I nod and he lines himself up with my entrance.

"If I hurt you or you just feel like you wanna stop, you let me know and I'll stop. Ok?"

"Ok. Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Please go gentle."

"Of course."

He slowly pushes himself into me and I let out a shocked moan. This hurts, but not in a painful way. You know?

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going."

He pushes himself deeper into me until he can't fit anymore of himself into me. He gives me a second to adjust before he starts thrusting in and out of me. It slowly stops hurting and starts to feel really good.

"You're doing so good, Sweetheart. So good for me."

He's going slow, a little too slow. I want him to go faster, but I'm afraid it might hurt. But I really want him to go faster.

"Faster."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Go faster."

He's thrusting really fast now and I'm pretty sure I'm about to cum. Again. I can't describe how I'm feelings, but I can say that it feels good. Like, really good. He places both of his hands on each side of my head as he starts breathing really hard.

"Dean, I think I'm-"

"Cum for me, Baby."

I cum on his dick and he pulls out of me, cumming on the floor. I'm so glad that the bunker isn't carpeted. That would be a sticky situation. I'm sorry. I think I'm funny. Anyways, we're both breathing really hard and Dean's kissing my head and telling me how good I was for him.

"I did good?"

"Good? You did great, Baby."

He walks to his bathroom and comes back with a towel. He cleans the floor and my thighs, then throws the towel in his laundry basket. He lays down next to me and pulls me close to him.

"That was awesome."

I smiles and he kisses my forehead again.

"We should get back to research."

"We have time. And you should rest for a little while."

He's right. I should rest for a little while. That might've been awesome, but it was also tiring. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep in Dean's arms, happy that of all the people in the world, he was the one who took my virginity.

[snootlestheangel]

Can we get more bout Truck please

I love all your OCs dude they are the best

This honestly took so long at first, but I am really excited to share this! Truck is my big boy!

I'm gonna break this up actually, cause his backstory got way out of hand from my original thing so I'm gonna do a quick physical description/some of his little quirks before I get into the mess of his life!

He's probably like 42 in my head, so old compared to most of the Shadows but close to Graves's age. Around 5'8", broad build, an absolute unit of a man, hooked nose that has been very clearly broken several times, left ear is a cauliflower ear from a fight he got into as a teen, green eyes, looks angry all the time, has so many callouses on his hands and knuckles, so many scars from fights on his face. Those are little scars, but they're still there. GINGER TRUCK!! He so ginger in my head now and it makes me so happy!

Family: Momma is still alive, and he calls/writes her regularly, visits when he can. Pops died not long after he joined, which hurt like hell but he stayed on his course. His family supported him the whole way through. He's got two sisters, both younger, and he'd commit some pretty bad war crimes if anything bad ever happened to either of them. Surprisingly, he's married. He loves his wife but never talks about her; his life is his and not anyone else's. They don't have kids (yet? can't decide if I want him to have kids or not) but they do have 2 shelter dogs they adopted, and they're the cutest freaking things.

Hates anything carbonated, like sodas and stuff. Either drinks water with a little bit of lemon in it or straight black coffee. Doesn't do sweets (unlike Ness and Flash who live off of sweet stuff). Generally keeps a really good diet and workout routine when he's not in his shop. Such a routine oriented guy that it could only take 2 days to learn his full routine. Day two is just to verify everything.

As I've said before, he struggled a lot in school. It wasn't just his dyslexia (that he didn't know he has until sometime after joining); it was his anger issues. He was constantly getting into fights as a teenager. He had been bullied a lot as a kid. He's a ginger, so already was an easy target for bullying, but then you add that he was really poor compared to a lot of kids in the area, and he just became prime bully real estate. That is until he hit puberty and got tougher and stronger. Then he became a bully to his bullies.

He had to pick up a job in high school to afford lunch, and life was just really difficult in general for him. His parents were incredible people, he still has such a great relationship with his momma, but it doesn't change how difficult life had been for him.

His Pops taking him under his wing and teaching him mechanic things was a huge respite from all the icky stuff life threw at him. He got to spend quality time with his dad, which he rarely got to do as a kid cause of how much the man worked. He got to learn in a way that didn't stress him out and make his head hurt. He got to do things and sometimes his strength was necessary to get something fixed. The mechanic shop and the time with Pops probably saved Truck from getting into much more serious trouble as a teenager, so he feels he owes his Pops his life.

He has a lot of ways to cope with his anger issues that don't lead to either self destruction or hurting others. It's actually why he joined the military in the first place. He was once told by a really horrible teacher that if he didn't "shape up and start acting right" then he'd get shipped off to the army and they'd set him right. It was meant to be demeaning, kind of a way for the teacher to tell him that he's too stupid for the real world, the only people that would take him is the army. But for Truck? Free food, free housing, free education (should he want to try his luck at that again), a lot of benefits like insurance and stuff? Hell, decent pay??? Sign him the fuck up!

Not to mention, he wanted the military to shape him up, to make him "act right". You think other people don't like dealing with his anger issues? He loathes his anger issues. It cost him a lot of good friends and ruined trust with a lot of people cause he'd blow up over something stupid and the relationship would never recover. He ended up in the hospital one too many times (literally only once but given his family's financial issues, it was too many), and that was a low point for his family. He believes/knows it's his fault, and the guilt still hangs around.

The assignment that got him on Graves's radar for Shadow Company is actually how he met his wife. It was several years ago, probably around 6-8 years, but his wife was one of the nurses on staff that helped patch up the unit afterwards. Truck wasn't injured but she had been so worried and insisted on examining him. His teammates tried to discourage her from pushing him, cause he's got a super short temper, but they all were shook when he simply said "Okay, fine." and allowed her to examine him.

He insisted on getting in touch with her afterwards because "she's the one person that can push all my buttons and I'll never blow a fuse" *catch me crying in the corner over this fire sentence that I wrote*

Anyways, that's our boy Truck!!! I love him to death even more so now!!

[the-acid-pear]

My dream was very weird let me recall it as best as I can.

I remember being outside of a bar. I think I was L.L. because I spoke about being able to teleport. Some guys were ordering food and I was like nahh I'd go get some Winnie The Pooh sushi right now if I wanted... But the guy with me was like well go get that now. And I was like maybe but first I need to go to the bathroom ☹️. Two guys sorted me for some reason, I was barely walking bc i was pissing my pants so fucking bad, although earlier I had talked about having my period but when I went to pee w my weenie I started thinking of how weird that'd be for them (and fuck, even me) to understand. To pee, one of my friends ripped off one of the sink bowls (like those fancy bathrooms have, which was weird because the shop was some street food parlor falling apart) and was like Haha sorry, go ahead 😈 but I was like nah nah that'll be enough and I pushed it under the sink with my foot before unzipping and starting to pee on it. I remember being extremely flustered because I didn't want the others to see my dick, and I was also confused because I didn't know how to use one? Because this was a very fucking vivid dream.

No one said anything about my cock and I think we all left back to eat. All I remember about my Winnie The Pooh sushi is a vague figure drawn in yellow, some pile of green and a little black thing. But I didn't get to eat because I saw the old man was going to the bathroom so I rushed after him since, you know, we'd destroyed the fucking thing. Because I forgot for a second but fsr I left my cock hanging on a place similar to those were you place soap? It was a pretty good cock btw. Around 5-6 cm of length and maybe 3, 2.5 of girth? Like, measuring from the top, I don't have the resources to wrap a measurement tape around the cock in the bathroom BECAUSE...

Room was dark old man was very fucking old and first thing he did was nearly hit the sink and he laughed it off as I was like, literally grabbing my head. Because this was a fucking dangerous guy, right? This guy was serious business, we didn't wanna mess with him. So I stopped him on his tracks and after fumbling my way trying to grab a stick from the stick pile and a cloth I started washing the floor which I'm not too sure why was wet, our dirty aah shoes I suppose. And I did a shit job btw. Absolutely terrible. Old man stopped me and I was like fuck man I'm sorry it's so bad but he was like No no, this is good. He admired that I went off my way to prevent him from getting hurt and likely dying as any other idiot would've tried so he instead took me to the room nextdoor, his bedroom, and offered it as a place for me to stay.

Bedroom was a fucking mess, room had a yellow tint to it. Cracked walls, old thin bedsheets, old wood and old clothes, and the best part yet, when I leaned down for some reason I got a peek below the covers of... Black Homer Simpson. Which I soon got to see a better look of when the old man pulled off the cloth revealing Homer and I guess Bart, both black (racially ambaiguos...) and skinny to the bone, long dead, like they were two mummies. Homer's eyes were open but Bart's weren't. The old man explained the left bit of bed next to Bart was mine and the other bit of bed was his which is literally that one image I'll add afterwards.

Act 2

A big change happened after I left that place, because was I not only on a boat with a pack of criminals but I was also one of the racoon twins from HTF. I was significantly less evil than my brother and aside from real Luly watching this like a show wondering why no one shipped the racoon w the old man (now a sort of old mole, but not Mole just a similar look) (his name was alistor I think also?) I don't recall anything significant.

END OF ACT 2?

See this is where things get truly weird because I don't know when I stopped being the racoon. I remember travelling on that boat for a long time, going thru tunnels and docks but never got off until I was in this park. The park was full of humans with animals and some with babies. I don't know why we were there. Every dog we saw was big and aggressive, not outright attacking us but just letting us know a beast his size could crush us to a pulp. I suppose we were still animals.

Act 3

And it was when we were leaving that place I changed person once again, now I was this skinny blonde unassuming man, I think I was disabled too I couldn't really get words out and I just starred at people sort of confusing at everything. And I had a baby in my arms.

The baby was small, so fucking small. I could fit her in my palm, that's how tiny this baby was. And she was wrapped in a cloth. The place we were in looked like the inside of a train station. The baby was a normal size when I ran into her so called "father". He, also blonde but a more vibrant and orangey tone, I was an ashy platinum blonde, more of a square face, very manly and very European looking, started telling me to give him his baby back. He had a red university hoodie on and a turtleneck sweater peaking from underneath. I think his name was Thompson, or his surname. I really liked this baby and this guy was freaking me out and I had a vision. A memory, a flashback.

I was back in the boat. It was him and me, sitting alone in a long long table. There were no walls, it was like a train that boat of ours. A voice spoke from beyond, like a radio . "If you find Allis Calypso you have to kill him". Her words repeated in a cold manner. At the time of the dinner when I was still a raccoon I wouldn't have known it but know I did, this man in front of me trying to take this baby from me was Calypso.

And our clothes were different inside the boat, I believe we were pirates. All browns and dirty whites. His shirt was now washed pink as now he had what I can only assume was some fancy silverware, assuming by the sculpted handle, buried deep in the middle of his guts. He was a memory, he didn't react, he only fell over slightly. I started to run with the baby in my hands as the voice repeated "Just this once, you'll be forgiven. Now get out".

Act 4, final act

Now I was just running with this baby so small it got lost inside the cloth. The environment looked so familiar once more, like my very own. I knew I needed someplace for the baby, someplace to keep it safe and, hell, fucking feed lt. Baby was scarily quiet though.

I was lucky to run into a fence, tall metal one. I wasn't only scared for the baby, I was scared for myself. I had left my team behind, I had no weapons on me, and I was the most useless man they had, now on the run for murder. It was during this act someone called me Albert.

From outside the fence I saw two little kids playing, before what I can only assume was their mother came out. She was so fucking latina, she was a face I've seen so often. She had big eyes with thick kind of smudgy makeup, a teal tanktop barely covering her chest, fat as the rest of her (amen), and short jean shorts on top of flip flops. He hair was dyed, a shade darker than her skin, a vibrant brown color.

I don't even know if I said a world or if she simply started asking what was my problem and I showed the small child I was holding. She was like "y'know what? I'm still lactating (she used a different word) so just this once I'll help you".

We went to her room, it was amaizing. So familiar. She even had an old tv and a dvd player. Clothes everywhere, old messy bed, big window no curtains. She laid down in the bed, I just stood. She was beautiful, but I wasn't even remotely attracted to her. The thought only crosses my mind now as I'm awake. All I could think of was the baby in my arms.

She said she didn't cry, and for a second I feared she was dead, but soon she woke up and started kinda sobbing. She breastfed her, I didn't look.

I started thinking, should I stay here? The woman seemed already fond of my baby. I knew I couldn't take care of her. I didn't have any place left to go, either. Should I just leave the baby with her and run away? Wouldn't that be cruel? But I couldn't do or say anything. I just looked down as she gently cradled the baby in her arms, and before I knew I woke up, because the story ended there.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

DAY FIFTEEN: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE EPILOGUE

Previous || Current ||

"woah I smell something delicious!" Hinata says as he lead the group of fake zombies along the maze of ES.

"It's coming from the kitchen!" Yuuta added and you all can hear you stomach grumble in hunger as you four don't eat a proper meal for hours.

"Woah finally food!" Aira added. Soon the four of you went to get some meal in the kitchen. Forgetting about your get up, you all went straight to the counter where Niki is.

"One ramen pls! Spicy!"

"Ramen too! But I want it sweet!"

"I want sundae!"

"I want (food)!! Also can I bring you along I still need some people to feed somewhere.". You all yelling what you all want to eat, not caring if you guys attract attention.

You all so hungry you probably going to eat zombies if they stop you from eating.

"Nom nom nom." You All eat like there's no tomorrow once Niki serve you all the meal. "Oh my." You hear someone says, you look up and saw Rei looking at you four eating like a gluttony. "You guys still running around wearing those get up?"

"Sorry we were trying to not be spotted by you sakuma and Amagi." You shamelessly says with full honestly while taking some ramen from Yuuta bowl.

"SPICY!" You howled as you wanted to take some from Hinata not yuuta!

"THATS WHY YOU SHOULDN'T STEAL FOOD >:(" the fierce one says as he playfully hit you with his chopsticks in the forehead.

"KO!" You joked as you dramatically fall to the ground but failed to do so as someone.

"...hihi!" You greeted HiMERU who look at you with a seggsy smile. "HiMERU is glad to see your fine MC." He says as he help you seat property. "Idk man, is the apocalypse over?" You look around and saw everyone is here, including the one you secure in a safe place. "Yup~ one hour ago. Tenshouin and the 5 eccentric manage to find a way to end this." You heard someone says.

"...cool." yoh realize you four are walking around the passage way without knowing the mess is fix already but then again, you four have fun along the way. "Can I have more serving!" Since there's no problem anymore. Ya all can enjoy eating.

Later that day, eichi did paid you money base on the number of idols you help out, rinne already waiting to get his share since he does most of the work. With what left of your money, you went to Chiaki who finally can sigh in relief as the mess is long passes by:

MC: "hey wanna buy some french fries together?"

Chiaki:"...c-can you at least remove that zombie attire??" 🥹😖😰

MC:"...no. >:)" and so the day ended with hanging out with chiaki still with the zombie outfit. To what happened to the outbreak. It turn out the apocalypse only happen inside the ES.

All the footage of the accident won't leak out as a real event but a movie like scene. It become number most viewed video for a whole year.

A/N: basically this is a crack not serious Zombie apocalypse theme story. I got the idea from the current event in JP but I made up things like Subaru dad and other stuff.

[decoloraa]

Casther occasionally gets described as a "man in a child's body" which references his tendency to joking around a lot and refusing to be too serious at times. It's easy to write him off as someone who failed to grow up, but it's the complete opposite!

From early age on, he was forced to grow up fast: His mother got ill when he was still a child, which caused him to take on more responsibilities bit by bit. Then, when he ran away from his dad together with his younger brother, Casther had to take on the role of the caretaker. He had to protect them, provide them with food and raise his younger brother.

While Casther had some rather peaceful years in his childhood, he quickly had to become mature. He was basically robbed from his teens, which is a big part in life where it's okay to be irresponsible, to chase after fun.

At Briggs he find himself in an (mostly) safe and structured environment, but also ends up being a place where he can trust other people. He didn’t have that for over a decade, he and always fought to survive day after day.

Sure, he has responsibilities too and he IS capableof being serious, but there are moments where he can let his guard down. With the save environment and save relationships he can allow himself to goof around and be silly.

So his childish tendencies are just him feeling save enough to let go and doing things he wasn't allowed to in his childhood.

It doesn't mean he's not able to be serious and responsible! Casther is very good at determining wheter a situation is critical or if it's a bad time for humor. He'd never do something that's reckless and endangers others. (Doesn't mean some of his shenanigans go differently than he planned..)

Val understands this and knows that he's just trying to catch up on some experiences (even if it's mostoy subconsciously). So whenever he gets wind of one of Casther's pranks, he let's him do it. It's about letting Casther's inner child roam free, but at the same time about him having to learn consequences. When Casther messes up (because instead of annoying Miles he pissed off Olivier), Val says "that's your problem". But not because he doesn't care. Val knows that he can't save Casther from learning things like this, and he refuses to be take on a parental role.

Val basically says "We're in a relationship, I am NOT your mom. I'm not gonna run after you so you don't hit your head." And he also knows that Casther wouldn't do something real endangering (and if he did, Val would intervene).

Not the biggest fan of ships where one person is responsible and reasonable and the other one is kinda like their grown-up kid. Not the most healthiest dynamics in my opinion 🫡 (or it CAN become a bit icky) That's why I'll never write Val going "Omg he did what?? I have to run to him and look if it's alright". Val being like "He did what? Is someone hurt? No? Then it sounds like it's not my problem" is far more funnier.

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MLC Related post:

After reading some random tweets regarding the series, now I want to see the 4 of them fight!

Let me explain:

First of all I want to see Alan and Jim trow hands at each other! Neither of them strike me as a violent person especially Jim he seems like one of those disillusioned by life 40yo that see way to much crap and are now just living life passively, about Alan we don't know much but he doesn't strike me as violent, and That is the main reason I want them to fight! it would be such a contrast, also I want Alan to start it, he is so frustrated by the situation after discovering he was cheated on, thinking at the beginning that it's just a fling a temporary story but then he see Wen loosing interest in him getting colder and distant and at some point he snaps, goes to Jim(cuz of course he would go to the other man instead of his bf, after all it is typical for men to do so) and start insulting him and yelling, but at the start Jim doesn't react much cuz he doesn't care a lot about himself, but when Alan start sayng shit about Wen cuz he is angry at his bf Jim loose it and start defendinh Wen with his whole chest and then Alan snaps and he punch Jim, and they start fighting, the fight is then broken by Wen wich was going to the chicken shop to see Jim and he side with him against Alan that feels defeted and just leave with tears in his eyes, moving his gaze from Wen to Jim, so defeted he leaves, mind you at this point Alan and Wen have not broke up they are still together... I don't really know how it would proced from here but I kinda want to see them trow hands

Ok for Wen and Kaipa it is a bit more silly! like I don't want their fight to be too serious, cuz after all Wen is an adult and Kaipa is a teenager so if it was a serious fight it would weight more on Wen cuz he is the adult here, I just want Kaipa to be a little shit to Wen, but not show it when Jim is there, keep making snide remarks and being petty to the point of exasperation for Wen, cuz I feel like he would usually not engage too much on this behavior and just ignoring the kid, but Kaipa once went too far and Wen scolds him so Kaipa trows some food at him as a retailation, and Wen being a bit childish himself responds by trowing rice at Kaipa and they keep making a mess in the kitchen, and at some point start smaking each other on the arms and hands, the fight would be broken by Jim, Li Ming and Mark's character entering the kitchen only to be face to face with a total mess of food everywhere and the 2 of them mid fight, in the most embarassing moment of both their life, Jim doesn't even question it and orders them to clean, ge then would be giving them the scolding of the century

This is just a silly idea that came to me cuz I spend way to much time on Twitter😅 and also cuz I want Earth and First, and Mix and Khao ingeract, cuz I never really saw E and F act in a series together, but only in real life, and for M and K I just miss seing them act together in a show(I miss my Tian and Longtae🥺) also after Not Me I just like to see people fight and punch eachother lol