#i'll take the trash out and do the dishes before the day's up

[orcelito]

Getting myself to do laundry now. Definitely not getting any writing done. I've been,,, reading. A leopika fic lol. Last night Got to me.

It's definitely taking energy that would've been spent on writing fic, but like... I spent basically ALL of my last day off working to get the Summer Nights chapter out. Not exactly relaxing. Which might be part of my current burned-out mode lol.

So. I'm relaxing. & trying to work on a few household things on the side.

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

~

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

~~

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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[wronggalaxy]

I've seen people doing "shout out to disabled people with gross traits", so I thought I would do my own, but with traits I've never seen discussed in these posts(an asterisk (this thing: *) after it means it’s something I expirence)

So, shout out to disabled people who:

—Can't always wash their hands after using the toilet. *

—Who wet/mess themselves in bed(and can't clean it up) because "I can't leave bed" means I can't leave bed.

—Who get nosebleeds because they pick their nose so much. *

—Who can take a bath/shower, put on deodorant, and put on freshly washed clothes and still smell 'bad'. *

—Who can't help but get food/drink/blood/snot/etc. on their books/comics/magazines when they try to read. *

—Who eat everything with their hands. *(I've eaten cereal and soup with mine on multiple occasions)

—Who have/have had moldy dishes/pop bottles/wrappers/food/etc in their room for weeks or months or years or longer. *(I just recently had help from a sibling to replace my broken furniture, clean up my space, and throw out trash. Before that I had moldy stuff in my room for up to 4 or 5 years for some of it.)

—Who have never had bed wetting problems, but do struggle to stay dry during the day. *(Bed wetting is valid too, of course, and so is doing both, I've just seen people talk about bed wetting, but not day wetting.)

—Who eat things(specifically non-food things)you know you shouldn't. *(I'll eat just about anything(just not most foods), but I'm big on styrofoam and old chipped paint from my walls)

—Who don't know/can't use "basic manners" *

—And a bunch of other stuff I can't think of right now(feel free to add more in comments/reblogs)

There is no shame here.

[museaway]

As requested, here's how I trained myself to wash the dishes pretty much daily.

Dishes and laundry have always felt insurmountable to me. It's probably because they never end. I live alone and I don't have a dishwasher, so I have to do the dishes whether I like it or not. I would much, much rather watch YouTube than do chores, so here's how I get around that.

(It's long so I'll put it behind a cut.)

Disclaimer: What works for me might not work for you. We all have different lives and situations. Take what works for you and leave the rest.

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Solution #1: Make it low commitment

Sometimes I look at the sink and think, "I have to wash all of these?? It's going to take FOREVER. I'll do it tomorrow."

On those days, I challenge myself to wash dishes for the length of one song. It doesn't matter how many dishes I wash, just that I wash them for as long as the song plays!

Sometimes the song will finish and I'll feel up to washing for just one more. Usually, I end up listening to three or four and clean the whole sink. But if the song ends and I want to go do something else, I'm allowed to.

Try working up to multiple times a day.

Make a playlist with songs that make you feel energized! I use anime OPs because they're loud and fun to sing to.

Be gentle with yourself. If you washed one cup, that's great! That's a clean cup! That's one more clean cup than you had one song ago.

You're taking care of yourself by doing this. Really, it's a great kindness you're doing yourself and your family by cleaning something! You deserve to be taken care of!

This method also works with putting away folded laundry. If you don't want to use music, set a timer. Work for 3 minutes and stop.

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Solution #2: Gamify it

When I have a little more energy, the goal changes:

"Can I clear the sink before this song ends?"

"Can I wash all of these within three songs?"

"Can I wash this cup before the chorus?"

This technique really motivates me. I tend to focus and work efficiently since I'm trying to beat the song. If I don't make it, I usually give myself another song or two. It's rare that I stop until the sink is clear.

Whether you beat the song or not, you've washed a bunch of stuff, so you win either way!

This technique also works for putting sheets on the bed, dusting, taking the trash out ("can I get back before the song stops??"), etc. Timers can replace music here too.

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Solution #3: Use a habit tracker

The above solutions got me to stop leaving dishes in the sink for three days, but I was still leaving them overnight. To train myself to wash the dishes every single day, I made it a nightly chore for a solid month.

I used a habit tracker so that I got to check it off every day! I love checklists, so this was terribly satisfying.

I've tried a slew of habit trackers and hate all of them except for this one by TheFor. It's simple, has color coding, supports habit-based goals (like dish washing 7 days a week, or sweeping the deck once a week), and displays an overview so that you can check if you missed any days! Free on the Apple and Play stores. This isn't sponsored; I'm just a fan.

It took a month for my new habit to form, but it did! I'll now go wash the dishes when I see them in the sink, although I still use the first two solutions to keep it from feeling like a chore again.

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Hand-washing tips:

Dish gloves will save your hands! Get a pair you like

I like a wooden dish brush with a replaceable head

I think it helps to like the scent of your dish soap

Get big, easy-to-clean things out of the way first. They take up a huge amount of room in the sink and make the situation look worse than it really is. Think colanders, cookie sheets, the pot you only boiled water in.

Wash things in categories. For example, I like to wash all of the mugs at once. It seems to go faster that way.

Leave the hardest-to-clean stuff for last so it can soak.

Paring down my mug collection sincerely helped the mug overload. Maybe put spares in a drawer for a while.

Sing while you work

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Here's my dish washing playlist

[gemini-sensei]

Everything Has Changed | Cobra!Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

CW: teen pregnancy, angst, crying, kind of enemies to lovers.

Reader felt her heart leap into her throat as she stared down at the stupid plastic stick in her had. Pregnant.

"Fuck," she huffed and hit the wall with her fist out of frustration. "Dad is gonna freak the fuck out."

Her heart thumped hard in her chest as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. How one earth was she supposed to explain this to him or the rest of her family? What would she tell her friends? Her sister especially.

And of course the guy she slept with, multiple times after heated arguments and near spitting vile names at each other. How was she supposed to tell the most annoying, egotistical guy she knew that she was pregnant with his baby?

She didn't want to think about it but all the troubles invaded her mind anyway. With a huff and a deep breath, she harshly wiped away her tears and tossed the pregnancy test in the trash. However, when she looked in the bathroom mirror, she felt sick to her stomach.

Here she was, a LaRusso knocked up in high school...

"What the Hell am I going to do?"

As the days went by, Reader tried to act as if everything was fine. She went to school, did everything she had to, and made excuses as to why she couldn't go to karate afterward. She skipped going to the dojo, telling her dad and sister that she was hanging out with friends or needed to do homework. Before they could object, she slipped away and didn't let them get a word in.

It worked for a while but she knew that sooner or later, she was going to have to either get more creative in her excuses or tell them the truth. She really didn't want to do the latter, so she started making up all sorts of things to tell them. Her absences eventually reached her mother, who gently confronted her one night while doing the dishes after dinner.

"So, are you avoiding your father or are you just sick of karate?" she asked.

Reader scrubbed a plate and kept her head down. Another lie slipped past her lips with ease as she spoke. "I'm sick of it. I just didn't want to hurt Dad's feelings. You know how he gets."

Her mom let out a small laugh. "That I do. Well, I'll talk to him and make him ease up on ya. How does that sound?"

"Like a dream."

But the word didn't stop there. It traveled through the karate community and reached one mohawked menace's ears.

While walking to the library during one of her classes, Reader was suddenly grabbed by the elbow. She pulled her arm out of her unwanted company's hand and turned to him with a glare, staring Hawk down as he smirked. She spat, "What do you want?"

"Heard you were quitting Miyagi-Do," he said, an amusement in his tone. "Heard your dad's a pain in the ass, so I thought I'd come to extend an irrefutable offer to you."

"No dice," she said and put her head forward, continuing her walk. He annoyingly followed, so she continued. "Like Hell I'd even join that pitiful excuse you call a dojo. Besides, I didn't quit karate. I'm on a break."

"That's so lame," he huffed. She could practically hear the way he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you'll like it. It's a whole lot better than that lame Miyagi-Do crap you do."

"First of all, are you even listening to me? I said I'm taking a break," she said, not sparing him a glance. "Second of all, don't disrespect Mr. Miyagi like that. He shared his culture with my father and was like a grandfather to me. Just because you have a different way of doing karate doesn't make my way wrong."

"Jeez, chill out, LaRusso," he grunted. He glared at her, but there was a glint in his eyes. "What's got your mood so sour?"

She ignored him as she walked into the library, but it was futile as he followed behind her. She tried to walk faster than him, though unfortunately for her, she was tired and her body was a little sore. He caught up fast and stayed behind her as she browsed the shelves. However, she couldn't do that for long when he turned her around and pinned her against the bookcase, looking at her with that same glint in his eyes.

"Have I ever told you how you're kinda hot when you're pissed off?" he asked.

She looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. His hot breath fanned her face and made her knees weak, a fact she hated to admit to because he was so annoying. His bad-boy attitude was what both frustrated and attracted her to him, not that they'd ever discussed stupid things like feelings. They screwed around when things got tense; when their adrenaline was up from throwing insults at each other; when words escaped them and the only thing to do was smash their lips into each other and tear one another's clothes off.

But that couldn't happen this time, so she put her hands on his chest to prevent him from getting any closer. He gave her a weird look, almost offended.

"What? Tired of me too?" he asked.

"Grow up," she huffed and tried to shove him away, but he remained sturdy in his position.

He shook his head. "Be real with me, Reader. If you wanna me a bitch and go fuck someone else, then just tell me. There's plenty of other girls I could go to."

When she didn't say anything, he started to pull away. That was when she grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and pulled him back. He had to catch himself on the bookcase behind and he almost missed the words she hissed out.

"I'm pregnant, you fucking asshole."

He stared at her, holding himself over her, eyes slowly going wide as what she said set in. She watched the seething Cobra melt away, leaving behind a terrified teenage boy who was just as scared as the teenage girl in front of him. It broke her.

It broke her because if the all-mighty Hawk was scared, what did that mean?

She looked away from him as tears came to her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

Reader would have crumpled to the ground had he not been there to catch her. He held her up by her arms but unlike all the other times he held her, his grip wasn't rough or tight. It was firm and gentle.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asked dumbly.

She nodded, afraid to look at him as she quietly cried into her hand. She also didn't want to show him her tears, her weakness. It was too much to think about, stupidly so given the bombshell she'd just delivered to him. Why was she so concerned if he saw her cry? There were bigger fish to fry.

Then he did something unexpected. He hugged her.

His warmth suddenly became something different, something she never expected to feel from him. It wasn't lustful. It wasn't just body heat. It was comforting. So she buried her face in his chest and cried as quietly as she could, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him back.

Reader didn't know what he was thinking. She couldn't begin to imagine what was going through his head. Perhaps it was similar thoughts to what she had when she found out about the pregnancy, but unless she asked then she'd have no way of knowing. She didn't have it in her to ask at that moment though. All she could do was cry and he let her.

It wasn't as if Reader was new to keeping secrets from her family. She'd snuck out of the house numerous times without her parents knowing and she'd been fucking Hawk behind her sister's back. They were so wrapped up in their own problems that they didn't realize she was gone most of the time. However, hiding a pregnancy was a lot harder than anything else, mostly because it was frustrating.

The hardest night came when her dad made sushi for dinner.

Reader sat with her family as they enjoyed their meal and she sat quietly poking it with her chopsticks. It sucked not being able to eat a family favorite. She was starving and her parents had made the one thing she couldn't eat, not that they knew that.

"What's the matter, Reader?" her dad asked from his seat. He looked at her concerned, shifting his eyes between her and the plate in front of her. "You've hardly touched your food."

She felt a little tense. Everyone's eyes turned onto her and she hated it. She pushed her plate away and lied. "I'm not that hungry."

"You've hardly eaten today, you should really it," her mom said, pushing the plate back in front of her.

It was true, she hadn't eaten much, but that was because of the massive waves of nausea.

She pushed the plate away again and tried to ignore the way her stomach felt like it was going to eat itself. It was just her luck that on a night like this, her dad made sushi of all things. "Really, I'm not that hungry."

"Is something wrong?" her dad asked. It was the final straw on her already tense and hormonal back.

"I'm fine! God, why can't you guys just leave me alone?" she shouted, pushing herself away from the table and standing up. She stomped upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut, tears pricking the corners of her eyes by the time she made it there. She loved the door to make sure no one followed her inside, knowing that was exactly what her dad or Sam would do.

She sat in bed for a while, waiting for the tears to stop, but they didn't. It was like a dam had burst from behind her eyes and now she couldn't make the tears stop. She did the only thing she could think of to do; she texted Hawk.

"So you haven't told your parents yet?" Hawk asked as he unwrapped a taco. He looked up at Reader as they sat in his cat. She was using the middle console as a little table as she poured sauce packets on her taco. He couldn't help watching her.

She felt his eyes on her and she didn't mind it so much as before. He'd been looking at her all night ever since he picked her up from her house. It somehow made her feel better, probably because he was the only person that knew what she was going through.

She looked up at him and shook her head. "No, my dad is gonna freak out and try to kill you when he finds out."

"I can handle myself," Hawk said, unafraid of Mr. LaRusso.

She hummed. "You won't say that when he's coming after you."

"I'm not scared of your dad, Reader."

"Yeah, okay," she said, then bit into her taco. Her cheeks were still stained with tear tracks but she didn't bother to clean them up. She was too tired and too hungry to be bothered with such a silly thing. So she decided to enjoy her tacos in silence.

Well, as much silence that could be achieved with the radio playing modern pop music. It was low and not really noticeable until the pair quieted down. That was how they sat for several minutes until they both finished their meal.

Reader disrupted the upbeat pop song playing by crinkling her taco wrappers and tossing them back into the bag from which they came. Hawk took the bag from her and hopped out of the car to walk it to the trashcan nearby. It allowed Reader to sit back and really look at the situation she'd gotten herself into; here she was with a student from the dojo her father hated, was bitter rivals with, eating tacos in a parking lot like it was a normal everyday thing to do. Oh, and she was pregnant with his baby, to top things off.

It was a hot mess and as she realized this, the storm of emotions reemerged. However, rather than let it get the best of her, Reader turned up the radio's volume and sang along to the Taylor Swift song that was playing.

When Hawk returned, he was met with the blasting volume and Reader singing at the top of her lungs. He slipped into the car, watching her carefully before turning the volume down a little bit.

"You okay?" he asked.

She looked at him, pausing her serenade. "I don't know."

"Why's that?"

"Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm pregnant in high school and my dad is gonna kill me when he finds out," she said, sighing heavily. Then she shook her head. "Well, no, that's not true. He'll kill you and I'll be unscathed except for the fact that I know he's gonna be majorly disappointed and somehow that's worse than him being mad enough to commit murder."

Hawk reached over to her and rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. He offered as much comfort as he could, being the boy who had knocked her up and had yet to tell his own parents. A part of him understood the immense amount of pressure she was under but only a small fraction of it because he wasn't the one that was pregnant. He was just the guy.

Still, he offered his support. "Hey, it's gonna be okay."

"It doesn't feel like it," she mumbled.

They sat in silence for another few minutes, aside from the radio. She put her hand on his, accepting his comforting gesture. It helped soothe her mind, let her forget about the troubles that she would have to face, and allowed her to push them away again. He reminded her that she wasn't totally alone in all of this, which was what she had expected to come after she told him she was pregnant.

After all, he was a total jerk. At least that was what she was led to believe. He was a part of Cobra Kai, the asshole assembly that terrorized her sister and friends on a near-daily basis.

However, as they sat in his car under the lights of streetlamps and the Taco Town neon sign, she didn't see a Cobra.

She saw the boy who was scared of everything, the one he tried to erase from everyone's memory. No matter how hard he tried, he now sat in front of her, hair down, closed off to the world, quiet. Deep in thought, he didn't say anything, and he looked like a brief memory more than a person. He looked like Hawk, but she remembered-

"Eli..."

He looked up at her, a little shocked to hear that name fall from her lips. She spoke it softly, testing the waters. However, unlike how he lashed out at Demetri for using that name, his eyes softened from their startled state and he met her eye.

"Yeah?"

"What are we gonna do?"

He licked his lips and croaked, "I don't know..."

It fell silent again. The radio played. She looked down at their hands and sighed, letting the question and answer go. She was too tired to think about it or try to figure things out.

Then the song changed. It was an Ed Sheeran love song. The air filled with soft melodies and sweet tones. Reader felt awkward as it came on and tried to pull her hand away but he held it firmly, making her look up. Her heartbeat picked up when their eyes met again. He drew closer and she felt a magnetic pull as the nerves faded away. Their lips brushed against each other gently at first, then fully came together in a soft, long kiss.

She slipped a hand into his hair and his other hand came up to hold her waist. Their joined hands stayed together and he squeezed her hand, leaning into her to deepen the kiss. She let out a small moan, melting into it. Something about it was better than any other kiss she'd ever had.

But she was scared to pull away. So when it ended, she sighed and didn't open her eyes. Softly, she asked, "This can't be fake."

He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath before she looked at him. "I mean, if you're feeling obligated to be with me... because of the baby..."

He stared at her, then cupped her face and brought her lips to his once more. "I'm only obligated to be here because this is my baby too, but that's not why I'm kissing you. Reader... I've always had feelings for you."

"You hated me a few months ago."

"Before any of that," he told her. She stared at him, questing in entirely. "I never hated you. I could never hate you, Reader LaRusso."

She licked her lips. "Before?"

He nodded. "Way before."

She smiled softly, assured that this wasn't just circumstantial. And she kissed him again.

[dancinglikeaballerina]

ON VIDEO, s. black (18+)

the marauders tour was officially over till the next time around. sirius and you had finally made it home, it was now time to think of new songs and relax. you two had finally been home for about a week. dishes were pulled up in the sink. trash was in a bag outside the front door.

you stood in sirius' old band shirt. your hair was in a messy bun, your face wiped off of any product that was on you the day before. you quickly turned on your heels making your way to sirius recording room.

you quickly knocked, waiting a second before entering. sirius had his back turned from the door, shirtless, headphones on, guitar in his arms. he was humming to a new tune he had thought of the other night. "sirius, darling?"

you really didn't want to scare him, so you walked in front of him, making his eyes that were focused on the music sheets in front of him fly up to meet yours. "hi, peach!" he pulled the headphones off him quickly and set them down on the desk in front of him.

"can you do the dishes and i'll take the trash out?" you bargained, batting your eyelashes at him.

"sure love, is that all?"

"what are you working on?" you pressed your thighs tighter together, seeing him in that state did things to you. it would do something to anyone seeing him like that. with his black hair in his face, the small drops of sweat on his shoulders.

"a new melody, i just- i can't seem to get it right." he placed his guitar down, gesturing for you to sit on his lap. which you happily obliged.

"anything i can do to help, siri?" your sat on his thigh, legs turned in-between his.

"you think you can help me, peach?" he questioned, gesturing to something you weren't really comprehending. he placed a kiss against your jawline, slowly moving his lips down to your collarbone. he was going slow on purpose.

"siri- this..." your head dipped for him to be able to mark you better. "this isn't what i meant" you finally managed to spit out. sirius lips still against your neck, sucking on you like a vampire. he loved to see the big purple bruises he made on you. it made him more cocky knowing everyone will know you belonged to someone.

he pulled away from your neck "i know how you can help me, peach." he quickly pulled on the hem of the shirt you were wearing. which you happily stood quickly, pulling the shirt over your arms. your boobs becoming free and saying hello to him. "look at my pretty girls" he quickly cupped the two. "still have all my marks on them."

"please siri." you whined as he kneaded your boobs.

"patience, peach. patience." sirius latched his mouth onto one of your exposed nipples, sucking as if he was a newborn baby. messaging the other in his hand. the only thing anyone could hear was his sucking and quiet moaning against your skin. you let out a cry, throwing sirius a sign that you wanted more, that you need more.

after a couple minutes of sirius sucking and him moving to suck on your other boob, he finally looked up at you. kissing down your stomach, eyes still fixated on your face. then he stopped, making your face quickly drop down to look at him. "sirius, why'd you stop?"

"i have an idea! peach, you trust me?"

"of course siri-" with that he quickly stood up and started digging through a drawer before pulling out his old phone. "sirius i don't understand."

"i need you to be as loud as possible, ok y/n." he pulled up the camera on his phone before pressing start before setting it down to record the both of you. "is that alright, love?" you quickly nodded. "words, y/n."

"yes, siri." sirius pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers, both falling to the floor. your eyes flew to sirius' cock, as it sprung out. he quickly stepped out of them before sitting back down on the chair. sirius began eyeing you down, head to toe, before looking back up at your eyes.

"my eyes are up here, peach. come here" sirius smirked before pulling you by the band of your underwear. his finger rubbed against the band before looking up at you. "may i, love?"

"yes siri, please." sirius teased you by pulling them down extra slowly. "siri, faster please." sirius pulled your panties all the way off before helping you out of them.

"turn around, peach. want to get a good look of you"

"but why sirius?" you were confused now.

"i want to be able to watch it later." with that you quickly turned on your heels. your back facing sirius, who's hands slither along your hips. he gently pulled you into his lap, your legs over his legs. his cock placed perfectly between your folds. you could feel sirius giggle before placing his finger under your chin to bring you into a kiss.

"okay, you ready, peach?"

"yes, siri, i'm ready." he grabbed your hands that were sitting perfectly on your lap and placed them both on the arms of the chair. his hands glide to your hips, lifting you up a bit before gliding you down. it was that he was manhandling you, not that you didn't mind it, it was so his video could be perfect. he wanted to be able to see every inch of you. he also wanted to be able to see himself destroy you.

in theory, it probably would have been better to do it on a couch or even your bed that was in the next room, but let's be real sirius is a spare the moment kind of guy. he really didn't mind having you anywhere you wanted, in all honesty if you wanted to do it in front of a crowd he'd be there right next to you.

your head was thrown back, moaning in sirius' ear as he bounced you up and down. of course he loved that he'd be able to hear you now, but he wanted to be able to hear on the video. "louder, y/n" he demanded before you felt a sharp sting on your thigh from his hand. it didn't last long but it did add to your pleasure.

he helped you bounce quickly on his cock, hands tightly around your waist, his lips against your skin, his teeth gently nipping you. sirius enjoyed making you squirm, watching you try to pull away from him so he didn't bite you. you were out of it, his cock was far in you that you could feel him in your stomach.

this wasn't anything new, sirius would have you ball deep anywhere if he could.

"siri, can't- i can't-" your moans began to hitch. one of his hands sliding up to grope one of your boobs.

"you can take it, peach. god look at you, a good little slut for me. you crumble so easily."

"mmm, i'm a good girl-"

"yeah you are. you're my good girl." he began sucking on the side of your neck, your moans and the clapping being the only thing the both of you can hear. "gonna put that pretty voice of yours on a single." you hummed in a response, head thrown over sirius' shoulder.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I make my boyfriend move out of my apartment?

My (27F) boyfriend (28M) has never lived on his own and moved into my apartment straight from his parent's house a little less than a year ago.

Before I get into it: I do not want to stop dating my Boyfriend. I just don't know if I can keep living with him in a shared space. Before he moved in I wasn't fully unpacked or moved in because there was a lot of furniture I didn't own. I kept everything clean though. Dishes got done in a timely manner, I was able to vacuum all the carpets and wash my clothes on a weekly basis and my cats were get their boxes scooped on the daily, and trash would be taken out as needed, usually every 3rd day when I was living solo.

However when my boyfriend moved in the apartment started getting messier and messier. We both have full time jobs and I kept assuring him that I could keep doing the majority of the chores provided he did SOME of the chores. I gave him with a list of everything that should be getting done on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis. He selected more than half of the tasks and I was like "okay this isn't what I asked you to do but if you're okay with it that's fine by me!"

Fast forward two months later and everything is a fucking wreck.

I've been able to keep up with laundry but there are a lot of chores I can't do if the trash doesn't get taken out or if the sink is full of dishes. Two of the chored my BF selected. I can't empty the vacuum cleaner or wash the vacuum's filters, I can't scoop the cats' litterboxes and throw away their leavings or wiped own the litter boxes on dump-day and worst of all I can't cook dinner every day as I WANT to do and ENJOY doing when all my pots pans and plates are dirty.

I've tried asking him multiple times to do just these two chores, trash and dishes, and I'll take care of everything else but he just doesn't. The apartment has slowly gotten so disgusting that it's beginning to effect my already delicate mental health.

The worst of it started when I injured my back and could barely walk to the toilet. I couldn't go to work for a full week and I couldn't bend or twist my torso for nearly a month. In that time laundry piled up and my boyfriend never did any of it even though I would ask him too. That was nearly 6 months ago and I'm STILL trying to get caught up on laundry.

Even though all of THAT is happening I still can't bring myself to ask him to do the dishes or take out the trash more than like once a week. His mom is a really mean person and I feel like I'm nagging him the same way his mother does when I ask too frequently.

All that in mind: would I be the asshole if I kept dating my Boyfriend but asked him to find his own place to live?

What are these acronyms?

[meowmeowraven]

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this will be ok with you, but could I request Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, and Gepard with a reader who's like Sailor Jupiter?

A sailor between the stars ⭐

Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard x Sailor Jupiter! GN! Reader

Warnings: Serval is in Gepard's part!

Notes: yay, my first request, and yes of course, i'm actually glad that other people like Sailor Jupiter!

Caelus

He digs through trash. You enjoy cooking. What more can i say?

You end up having to drag him away and to cook for him. But he still goes back to digging through trash, because it's Caelus.

Walking through the now, dark and cold streets of Belobog, you notice one of you companions, Caelus. He was doing the most unnecessary thing, again, digging through trash. It was a disgusting sight, you never knew how Caelus could do this, even in plain sight and day. Lucky for the both of you, it was night. "Caelus?" Upon hearing a familiar voice call his name, he doesn't bother to look. "Yeah, what is it [Name]?" Hearing him speak like digging through trash was nothing gave you even more mixed emotions. "You're digging through trash? AGAIN?" you were already making a plan in your head while walking towards him. Before he could answer, you pull him back to the Astral Express, like it was nothing, then forcing him to clean himself. "Fine. I'll still go back to digging through trash..." He mumbles the last part to himself, as if it was nothing.

By the time he finished cleaning and taking care of himself, you finished cooking him one of your best dishes, handing it to him, to eat. (He went back to digging through trash.)

March 7th

March was ECSTATIC when she found out, she knew you were capable of many things, such as gardening, cooking, fighting even without a weapon. But y'know she was still surprised.

She really likes your sailor costume, so she decided to learn sow and make her own matching sailor costume, even tho hers isn't out of magic, it still matches your own. <3

"woahhh, [Name], you look so, amazing!" March squealed in excitment when she saw how much you changed. "Thank you, March." Her comments made you chuckle. March walked closer to you, and started to inspect everything about your new look and outfit. "I've made my decision! I'll make a sailor costume like yours, so we could match!" Her excitment made you excited aswell. "imagine, us two, the magical sailors who save planets!" March laughed at her own statement, which also made you laugh.

Dan Heng

Ah, yes the grumpy boy.

Dan Heng wasn't very surprised by your sudden change of appearance, just like March, he knew you were capable of many things.

Okay, i lied, he is surprised, but he doesn't show it.

He walked in on you while you were transforming, in an alley on the luofu. He promised to keep it a secret, but March will try to get everything out of him.

Dan Heng was walking past an alley, the one you picked to transform in. He saw a strange, sparkly green light. That's when he walked in there and you were there, but you didn't see him, since you had your back turned. "So? Is this who you actually are?" You heard the familiar voice of your companion, Dan Heng. "I- uh.. it's.. uh-" Before you could finish speaking, Dan Heng cuts you off. "Don't worry, [Name], your secret is safe with me." Deep inside, Dan Heng was very surprised.

Gepard

He can't garden to save his life, so imagine how happy he was when he found out that you enjoy gardening and your plants don't die.

He is so embarrassed to ask for help at first, but he gets used to it, and on his days off, he gardens with you. (He got his sister to ask you for him.)

He also leaves his plants at your house since he can't always take care of them..

You hear your ringtone and feel your phone buzz, you were getting a call from Serval. Once you answer, you hear Serval speaking. "Hey, [Name]! Are you free later today?" You could tell by her voice and tone that she was asking for someone else. "Hi, yeah, what's-" you were cut off, as she quickly spoke. "Uh, come to the workshop, we'll talk about it there." It was strange, when she called you, you two would talk for hours, this time it was different.

Once you arrived at the workshop, you could hear Serval laughing and teasing none other than Gepard. "Hey, what's up? What did you need?" Serval stops laughing, and looks at you, still smiling. "Do you mind gardening with lil' Geppie here? He is too shy to ask" Gepard's face got red due to the embarrassement. "Serval!" Gepard's attitude made you chuckle. "Sure, i don't mind."

Back at your place, you taught Gepard how to plant flowers, how to move them from a different pot to another. He tried to follow your steps and do it like you, but his strength was a big obstacle.

[megsbr]

housewife | punz.

With your love language being acts of service, you enjoy helping your boyfriend out with cleaning and chores. And one day you just want to help him out but he gets intrigued with the concept of your preferred method of showing love.

cc!Punz x female!reader

WARNINGS: smut, slight slapping/spanking, oral (male receiving), daddy kink, fingering (female receiving), cockwarming, use of slut, sex while on call with unknowing people, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, MDNI word count: 2.6k

author's note: wow this fic took a lot out of me and I honestly don't like it that much. but it took a while to write so i'll post it! I dont think I've ever written a fic with this many content warnings. oops. the ending also feels rushed so i might rewrite it at some point but please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! <3

You were standing in the tall doorway, unseen by your boyfriend who was deep in a valorant game with his friends and completely oblivious to your presence. He was surrounded by crushed water bottles and dirty plates from the snacks you have brought him throughout the day and was in basketball shorts and his favorite cozy sweater.

The stark difference in clothing pieces made you giggle to yourself, but you had to admit that he could pull it off well. And seeing him laughing and joking with his friends made your heart swell. Your small footsteps towards the desk alerted the blonde of your presence, him peering over his shoulder and flashing you a bright smile showing that he was excited to see you.

Coming up behind him and laying your head on his shoulder to stare blankly at the moving game caused Punz to mute his mic and direct his attention to you. You shared a kiss and let out a soft sigh as you pulled away, loving the small bits of affection you got from your boyfriend even when he was busy.

Moving away from the warmth of your boyfriend, you went to start gathering the plates and bottles, wanting to play a bit of housewife since you had nothing else to do. “You don’t have to clean up after me. It’s my mess babe.”

Punz reached out across the desk to take the trash out of your hands and then lay his fingers on your waist, turning you to face him. “I don’t mind. I like being your little housewife.” Punz’s eyebrows raised at your comment, a smirk making its way on his lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

He tugged you closer to his sitting figure, eventually bringing you down to sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. His hands slowly crept up and down the sides of your body, following all the curves and dips that he loved so much.

“You like being a housewife? Is that your way of telling me you want me to propose soon?” His question felt very empty as it seemed that he was only focused on the skin that came into sight when your shirt rode up under his touch. “No, even though I wouldn’t mind having a ring.” You said pointily, with a head tilt and smug smile. That got a chuckle out of Punz as he was now bringing his hands to rub up and down your back.

“I mainly just like doing things for you. Acts of service or something like that.” Punz hummed in response as he was subtly pushing up the hem of your shirt, a sign of his that he wanted it off.

You brought your own hands to the fabric and slowly pulled up the shirt, which happened to be his. Before you could even drop the shirt on the floor, Punz had his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing lightly. “So acts of service. Like doing the dishes and laundry. Those types of things?’ Punz’s voice was getting deeper the longer he had you in this position.

He couldn’t stop dragging his fingers across your skin, connecting the dots with all of your freckles and birthmarks. You hummed in response, your mind getting cloudy at just his touch. The sound of other voices was suddenly blaring through Punz’s computer, all of them some string of his name and exclamations about the next game starting.

Punz side-eyed the source of the voices, quickly telling them he was just going to the bathroom. After insta-locking his agent, he muted again and brought his attention back to you. “What about other types of service?” His new obsession was now the waistband of your sweatpants and, more specifically, the tied strings that were keeping them up. “You know, the physical kind?” At his clarification, you pushed off his chest and placed your feet on the ground.

Punz went to protest your movements, but his mouth dried up once he saw your sweatpants and underwear both hit the floor. Your boyfriend’s eyes raked your body up and down as you ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it out of your face. “I can do any act of service my daddy wants me to.”

You climbed back onto his lap just as his new game loaded in and the countdown to the first round started. Punz’s breathing got heavier and his pupils dilated at the wet patch forming on his thigh. “Let me put it in baby.” Punz all but whispered into your ear as he leaned forward to start playing the round.

You just nodded as you sat back a bit to push his shorts down, his hips lifting for a split second, which caused his knee to push into your heat. A moan slipped past your lips at the contact and Punz slapped your thigh right after. “Absolutely none of that. I am going to be unmuted and I don’t want a single sound out of you.”

You quickly nodded, paying no actual attention to what he was saying as you slipped off the gaming chair and landed on the soft carpet. You sat on your knees and came eye level with Punz’s cock. You looked up at Punz and he gave a slight nod as permission to touch him. You moved swiftly to stroke up and down, your thumb swiping the top to collect the little bit of precum that had appeared. This got a low groan out of Punz and an excuse about dying when his friends asked what was wrong.

You could feel Punz’s glare, but you were too busy giving his tip kitten licks. Your hand was still working the shaft as you took the whole head in your mouth, the sudden warmth causing Punz to buck his hips. He muted to quickly mumbled a pathetic excuse of an apology before returning right back to his game. Knowing he was talking back and forth to his friends while still playing the game and getting the most kills was causing your heat to throb.

You were just getting more and more turned on every second. Removing your hands completely, you started to take all of him in your mouth, going so far down your nose brushed against the hairs of his happy trail. Punz continued to use the excuse of missing a shot or dying every time he groaned or whimpered at the feeling of cockwarming your mouth.

Clouded by your own needs, you snaked your arm in between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit for some friction. You were in complete bliss between touching yourself and slowly bobbing up and down on Punz. You were getting slightly dizzy from the stimulation, but you got even more turned from it.

Before you could get anywhere close to a release, Punz glanced down at you and saw your hips grinding into your hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Punz pushed his chair out, which in turn pulled his dick out of your mouth and exposed you rutting into your hand. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.” He leaned down to rip your hand away from your clit and land a smack on your cheek.

The sting hurt but you didn’t care. You loved the pain that slowly grew more and more with each smack that was delivered. This was your favorite side of Punz. The one that would punish you and toss you around. “Is my dick not good enough for you? You’re such a slut that you couldn’t wait for me to finish my game.” Punz could make you cum from his words alone when he talked like that.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and your lip in between your teeth. Punz could already see how fucked out you were with your lips the brightest shade of red and teary eyes. Punz ignored your attempt at apologizing and instead grabbed your waist to pull you back up.

You settled back into his lap where he immediately landed a smack on your ass. You leaned forward at the impact and pressed your face against his neck to quiet your moan. He landed two more, one right after the other before his hand comes up to wrap around your neck, pulling you to eye level with him. “Here’s how this is going to work princess.” His normally bright blue eyes were now turning so dark they could be considered black as his fingers gripped at your throat. He had a small smirk on top his lips as he watched you squirm under his touch.

Your eyelids were fluttering at the feeling of your lungs tightening and you were starting to let out gasps in an attempt to get air. “You are going to sit on my dick for the rest of this game. You are not allowed to touch yourself and you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do either, well let’s just say you won’t be walking tomorrow. You understand?”

You attempted to reply when his hand left your throat but between your gasps for air and his fingers now poking at your entrance, you just let out a stream of baby babbles and a weak nod. “Words princess.”

“Yes, I understand.” Punz fingered you for the rest of the round before he respawned and the next one was starting. The emptiness you felt when his fingers pulled out of you made you whimper but you were quickly quieted as Punz picked you up and dropped you on his dick. You sunk down as far as you could until your hips were flush with his. You both let out a groan together as you settled in the new feeling. “You feel so good, baby girl. So good for daddy. Like you were made for me.”

You continued to push your face into his neck to prevent your sounds from becoming too loud. Punz had to hold back from fucking up into you then and there because the way you were clenching around him right now was going to make him cum faster than a teenage boy. He pulled his chair back to his desk just in time to start the round.

“Now remember, no touching, no cumming, and absolutely no noise.”

Feeling you nod into his neck, Punz unmuted and apologized to his friends saying that he had to help you with something. Punz was barely halfway done with this game, and you didn’t think you would last long enough. Needing to anchor yourself on something, you threaded your fingers in Punz’s hair and kept a grip on the strands, grateful his most recent haircut left you some length to pull.

Surprisingly, Punz was still performing at his best despite being balls deep in his girlfriend. After a few minutes, your breathing evened out again, and you started to relax until Punz got an ace and he jumped up in his seat in excitement, which pushed him into you. You successfully managed to make no noise as he screamed with his friends and held your waist tight.

You must have been a good source of motivation because he continued to get aces in the next two rounds, each time causing him to thrust into you. Punz seemed unfazed by how miserable you were. Between the way you felt around him, to his thrusts, to his impressive valorant performance, you could feel yourself getting closer. Many times before this you’ve cum untouched and you were afraid this was going to be one of those times.

Part of you didn’t want to hold back, excited about the possibility of more punishments if you were to cum. But your submissive side was starting to come out and she didn’t want to upset Punz, wanted to be his good girl. His good little housewife. “Few more rounds princess. You’re doing so good.” Punz left a few lighter smacks on your ass as a reward before returning to the game.

It felt like an eternity, but the game finally ended, and Punz cheered along with his friends as the victory screen popped up. Someone offered up another game and before Punz could respond, you softly whined into his ear, slightly nibbling on it also.

“Sorry guys, I gotta head out. The missus needs me.” Sounds of boos and questioning exclamations at the use of ‘missus’ rang through his headphones, but he disconnected without responding to anyone. Once he found his way back to your waist and you knew you were in the clear, you let out a string of moans as you began to slightly bounce up and down on Punz’s dick.

“Are you proud of me daddy? I followed your rules.” Punz chuckled as he relaxed against his chair to fully look at you. You moved away from his neck and were now fully sitting up with your whole body on display for him. There was a bright pink tint on your cheeks, a thin layer of sweat covering your chest, and your hair was messy.

And Punz had never thought you looked prettier. His heart swelled at your pathetic bouncing on his dick, and he decided to take pity on you. His hand cupped your cheek lightly and he pushed himself up to meet your face, capturing you in a kiss that stopped your movements.

Both of you relaxed against each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourselves together. You whined when you felt the material of his sweater scrap against your sensitive nipples. “Please fuck me.” You pulled away slightly, your lips still touching as you spoke. Reaching between your bodies, you pulled the sweater from Punz’s body and finally felt all of him pressed against you.

“You followed all my rules baby. Like the good little housewife that you are.” Punz slowly began pushing his hips up as well as helping you out by moving you up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Every time Punz increased his speed, the louder you got. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly in pleasure. The angles Punz was hitting were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Strings of praise were falling out of Punz's mouth as he rammed harder and harder into you.

He could tell you were getting close by the louder moans and the way you were constantly tightening around him. "So close baby. I'm gonna cum in you okay? I'll make you a pretty and pregnant housewife. You like the sound of that?" His dirty, slurred words paired with his sloppy thrusts were your breaking point. And the idea of getting pregnant ignited something in you because you came hard. “And I’ll get you to a big ring to match that pretty belly. You’ll be all mine.”

You felt the room spinning as your high came crashing down and you were being overstimulated by Punz's last few thrusts. "Tell me you love me. Please." By this point, Punz's whole dominant side has disappeared and his soft, needy pleads were in your ear.

"I love you so much Punz. I’m all yours. Come for me, baby." With one final thrust, he fell limp against his chair as he came, some of it slowly dripping out of you and down the sides of his dick. Finding your last bit of strength, you lifted yourself off Punz. A stream of cum came dripping down your leg but at that moment you could care less. You dropped down on top of your boyfriend, laying your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat gradually get slower.

Punz wrapped his arms around you and held you as tight as possible. He placed a kiss on the top of your head when he saw your eyes slowly start to flutter shut. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered little I love you's and encouragements of sleep every few seconds. Once he knew you were sound asleep, he slowly stood up from the chair and carried you to bed. All the dirty dishes were still on the desk and were now paired with clothes littered all over the floor.

Maybe Punz would play the role of stay-at-home husband tomorrow and clean the house while you were at work. And possibly talk to your friends about your preferred style of engagement rings.

[ros3ybabe]

What is your morning and night routine ?

So, I don't follow these to their exact details every single day, but these are my ideal routines that, at the very least, I try to accomplish some of these things every day. This is just what I've currently been doing, to keep this as honest as possible.

🩷 Morning Routine -

wake up, drink some water (typically about half a 16oz water bottle)

put on my sweatpants, use the bathroom, wash my hands

brush my teeth, wash my face, do my morning skincare routine (currently using Cerave Hydrating Face Wash, Vitamin C serum, a thick moisturizer, and a lightweight sunscreen, I also apply hyaluronic acid to my lips and lock it in with a layer of vaseline or aquaphor) - need to update my skincare routine on here

make my bed

plug in all my electronics to charge if I didn't do it the night before

sit at my desk, write in my guided journal

answer a journal prompt from the Daily Haloha app on my phone

I typically check my emails, social media's, etc around this time and drink a hot cup of coffee

depending on what I have to do that day, I'll get ready (what I wear depends on where I'm going - gym, only classes, work, etc)

do my hair and maybe some makeup (again, depends)

pack my bags accordingly (school stuff in backpack, work stuff in work bag, respective gym stuff in school bag - all depends on the day)

clear any dishes and unnecessary trash from my room/desk area

pop on my headphones, grab my keys, head to my destination

I did not include breakfast as i typically eat on campus, or i skip breakfast because im not hungry. Some morning i shower and then do the brsuh teeth and skincare but it depends. I will update my ideal day routine for winter break as I will not be working or going to school during that time. it'll be the perfect chance to work on myself <3

🩷 Night Routine -

(shower if i didn't shower earlier in the day)

change into sweatpants and a shirt to sleep in

brush my teeth, wash my face (double cleanse most nights, follow my routine for that night) - I use a skincare diary app to create my routines by day and I love it

complete my night guided journal

scroll my social media's for a little bit

plug in all my devices (except my watch, I wear that to track my sleep sometimes)

lay down, typically zoom call my boyfriend for a little bit

after the zoom call, I honestly watch asmr until I get super tired and then I switch off my iPad.

plug my phone in, take off my glasses, take a small drink of water, close my eyes and fall asleep.

I typically try to wake up between 4 and 6am, and I try to go to bed between 8 and 10pm, sometimes 11 if I plan to sleep in the next day. I didn't include journal prompts or reading as I do those throughout the day and don't count them as part of a set routine.

Will update soon with my ideal routine I want to follow for morning and night during my 6 week winter break! will include gym time, breakfast time, etc. I know these routines don't seem so girly and lovely, but as a stressed-out college junior, this is what I do. I try to be realistic on here, as much as I can.

til next time lovelies 🩷 and thank you for the ask!

[alltimefail-sims]

Okay friends I need to talk about this little girl for a second because Shereé is so!!!!! freaking!!! cute!!!!! I can't stand it!!!

I didn't want to take the spotlight off of Terrance in my main submission post, but let's talk about Shereé a little bit!

Fun headcanons about the Chapman family below the cut! ❤️❤️❤️

When I was dressing her up and adding little details to each outfit category I wanted the baubles in her hair to be different colors to reflect my vision of Shereé sitting cross-legged on the living room floor while Terrance sits on the sofa behind her, swapping each one out to match her outfit for the day. 🥺💕

Also you can't really see them super well in the screenshots but she is wearing diamond studs in the shape of her favorite cartoon character, Hello Kitty! I imagine they were her first "big girl" earrings - the first ones she got to switch the standard piercing studs out with - and they were a birthday present from her dad!!

Speaking of ear piercings: when the Claire's associate pulled out the piercing guns Terrance was more scared than Shereé was lmao. He might have shed a tear or two because (1) when she initially flinched at the pain he nearly died and (2) he was hit with the overwhelming feeling that his baby girl is growing up waaaaaay too fast!

Shereé is kind of a picky (and bougie) eater and that's what got Terrance into cooking in the first place!! He was a chronic doordasher before she came around! When Shereé tries something at a restaraunt and likes it, Terrance enjoys the challenge of making the dish at home "but better." He's successful about 45% of the time 😒 (lol).

I said in the OG post that Shereé wants to be "a superstar" when she grows up and that's because she loooooooves to sing, dance, and play her piano! I imagine she would be a drama club and choir girly, but if ballet was a thing in game she would do that as well! I also imagine she goes to weekly private piano lessons. She's just super damn talented and Terrance will tell anyone and everyone in the vicinity about it!

Terrance lets Shereé try out her new nail polish colors on him and sometimes they will even play spa, dress-up, makeover, fashion show, etc. Terrance does not GAF about boy game this girl game that he's just gonna play and make his daughter happy!

Like her peers she was not immune to the TikTok influencer Stanley cup madness unfortunately, but she is "Way too mature" to bully anyone! But tbh if Terrance found out she was being a bully over a damn cup he would toss that shit in the trash with a quickness anyway 😂

Shereé can be heard saying "You're too grown for that daddy" at least once a day. He will never escape the childish allegations, not even from his own daughter lmao.

When I went into their household in game the first autonomous thing Shereé did was complain about the heat... so I guess she doesn't like summer very much and especially doesn't like hot weather 😂

Also I got an ask about how to pronounce Shereé and I would pronounce is SHER-RAY as opposed to SHER-REE, if that makes sense. (I couldn't find a video with this specific pronunciation but if you've ever seen The Real Housewives of Atlanta I believe Shereé Whitfield pronounces it like this as well!!!)

Okay I'm gonna shut up - I've gotten the oversharing about these characters out of my system (for now). I'll end this with the cute popups they got about each other in the literal miniscule 5 mins I spent in their household:

Obsessed with them, genuinely and truly. My heart can't take it

***Please ignore that her accented 'e' is missing from the whims. I was just testing the household. Her name is correct now <3 These sentiments were too cute not to share though

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Moving in with Katsuki Bakugo

'Katsuki, where'd you leave my books?'

'Still in the car, maybe?' Your boyfriend of over a year supplied, popping his head out of the bathroom where he's busy re-organising everything to fit the both of you. 'Figured I'd wait for ya to finish gettin' your ass kicked by IKEA before I brought more crap in here.'

'It's not crap, it's literature you uncultured swine!' You jested, sticking your tongue out at him with a giggle. 'Besides, it didn't take me that long to build the thing!'

'Uh huh, sure.' He narrowed his eyes at the wood shelf now stood in his living room, empty beside his own hefty collection of books. He likes to read just as much as you do, there was no way he'd find room for your book collection without the extra storage space. 'Watch it fold like a house o' card as soon as you put a book on it.'

'Are you doubting me, babe?' You bunched up the packaging plastic in your hands for recycling, tucking it in the corner by the door. 'You're too cruel, Kats.'

'Whatever, just go get yer damn books, and take the trash out while you're at it!'

'Yessir Dynamight sir!'

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but welcomed the kiss you pressed to his lips before you left the now shared apartment.

As soon as you were gone, he paused, taking a look at the place. His apartment had always felt...big when he was alone in it, but whenever the squad came over, it felt tiny.

Now, with your rainbow throw pillow on his black leather sofa and that gimmicky flamingo LED lamp your friend bought you on the side table, it felt like just the right size.

He knew he wanted you to move in barely a month after you reconnected. It became a habit for you to meet him at his agency after work every day. You'd grab dinner, or cook at his place as yours was pretty out of the way.

He's still pissed that you were the one to admit your crush on him, granted you'd taken at least three shots of tequila to grow the courage, but still, he doubted any amount of drink would have given him the balls to do what you did.

Ever since then, Katsuki's been determined to be the best damned boyfriend you could ever want, and judging by the fact that you're now moving in with him, he's not been doing a bad job of it.

There are traces of you scattered all over the apartment now, picture frames of your time at UA, many of them decorated by your own hand. Looking at them reminds him of just how many memories the two of you share, how natural it is for you to be part of his life.

'Jesus Christ books are heavy!' You huffed, stumbling through the door with a box so big you couldn't see over it in your arms. 'Thank fuck for my bloody quirk.'

'Here, don't break the damn floorboards, dumbass.' He chuckled, taking the other side of the box and helping you set it down on the floor beside the shelf. 'I think we're gonna need a bigger shelf.'

'Aight, save the shark references for when Kiri's over.' You giggled, eagerly flipping the box open to inhale the smell of books. 'Oooh, we should so organize our books to be all aesthetic!'

'Who the hell's got time for that?!'

'Not us, I guess!' You giggled, pulling out your books to start stacking them away. 'I'll just organize them the way I always do.'

'Why the hell do you put the hardcovers on the top shelf? If they fall on your dumbass you'll get a concussion!'

'But if the paperbacks fall from that high they might get damaged!'

Katsuki rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Priorities, babe, priorities.'

You giggled, standing on your tip-toes to put a book on the top shelf and steal a kiss to his cheek. 'Love it when you call me babe.'

Katsuki flushed pink, averting his eyes from that adorable smile you flashed him, the same smile that could make his heart race. 'Whatever, dork.'

The two of you moved together through the apartment, he let you put on music and work to the sound of the playlist you'd made together.

By the time the sun went down, you're curled up on the sofa together, dishes drip-drying on the rack after Bakugo made a favourite of yours for dinner.

He's scrolling through Youtube on the TV with your head resting on his shoulder, fingers peacefully drumming against your waist while you drifted off.

It doesn't feel new, or exciting, it feels comforting, familiar, your weight nestled into his side like you belonged there. As far as Katsuki's concerned, that's exactly where he wants you to be.

[kazucafe]

new year’s day. [ modern au ] — i want your midnights, but i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day.

character: albedo x gn!reader genre: fluff, comfort author’s note: i know we’re literally in the middle of august but how can you expect me to wait until january to post this ?? anw i hope you enjoy reading!

it’s that time of the year again. people keep the city busy and awake as they wait for the clock to strike at midnight. the lights are ever so blinding and the music comes blasting from every direction. albedo meets you in the kitchen as you both rush to finish the party preparations.

‘is the cake ready?’ ‘are the dishes set on the table yet?’ ‘don’t forget to take out the trash!’ ‘guests are starting to arrive!’

all is well once the house is brimming with your families and friends, all glammed up and bringing wine bottles to share with the guests. you head on to the living room to catch up with what everyone’s been up to lately — ningguang is taking up a big project for her company; nilou recently got the role of lead dancer in a cultural festival performance; venti and zhongli traveled all around the world and tasted every existing wine; diluc has been expanding his tavern into different branches. the sound of lively chatter completely fills your ears that you didn't notice your partner until an arm wrapped around your waist from behind.

“‘bedo,” you greet him warmly, to which he responds with a smile. you dare say he looks ravishing in his suit and tie. “let’s sit over there.”

“you seem to be having fun,” he says in a sweet note as you both settle down on the couch. “and i must say, you always do look beautiful, my dearest.”

conversations on top of conversations took up the last hour of the year, and before you know it, midnight has arrived, and rounds of fireworks roared in celebration of the end of a year and the start of another. everyone talked and yelled and danced and sang and laughed, the sound of glasses clinking as they all cheered to a toast for a better year. sequin and silk dresses glimmering under the lights as brightly as the stars above you, cameras flashing amidst crowds, stiletto heels clicking and clacking against the hardwood floor, his fingers intertwining with yours, confetti falling like snow across the room— everything went by in a blur.

-

after what seemed like just a blink of an eye, morning light shines through the windows. the house now is a striking contrast to what happened the night before, only filled with the messy remnants of what used to be there — glitter and confetti scattered on the floor, empty plates and wine bottles, used glasses, dim lights, polaroids plastered on the walls and tables. you sit in silence for who knows how long, trying to take it all in, how it all happened so quickly and changed drastically overnight.

“good morning,” albedo yawns, distracting you from your thoughts. “let’s clean up after breakfast?”

you smile. all but one changed. all but one, and that was all that mattered.

minutes later, the smell of coffee welcomes itself into your system, and albedo calls you to eat with him. breakfast was relatively silent, but in a way that was comfortable. your thoughts from earlier came flooding back, but this time with a different emotion associated with it. you realize that albedo has been by your side not only on your highs and lows, but also on the days where nothing happens, where everything is as mundane as every other day of the week. he stays long after the party has ended, after the guests have all gone home.

after putting away all the dishes, sweeping the floor, and removing all the decorations, you both sit on the couch and turn on the tv (which hardly had any of your attention). albedo has long noticed your thoughtful silence, but chooses not to interfere until you break the silence.

“albedo?”

“yeah?”

“‘bedo.”

he smiles. “yes, darling?”

“‘bedo.”

you repeatedly utter his name, and he patiently plays along in between bouts of giggles, simply endeared by you. 

when you stop, you look at him. not his hair, or his vibrant eyes, or how he smiles at you, but him. you look at the person to whom you promised a lifetime’s worth of devotion and love. you stare at him as though he would disappear if you shift your eyes anywhere else, saying a silent prayer that he would always be the home you crawl back to after a long day at work, that he would stay with you through all your new years, through all your afterparties, through all your tuesdays.

poor albedo. intelligent as he may be, he has yet to find any clue as to what could be plaguing your mind so early in the morning. 

“dearest, is there anything bothering you?”

“... it’s not really bothering me,” you pause. “i’ve just been thinking.”

he blinks in anticipation of what you might say afterward, but you remain silent. instead, you approach him in an embrace. maybe, just maybe, your thoughts and feelings can reach him with just this.

“i hope i’ll never have to hear you laugh,” you whisper. “and only have memories of you to go back to.”

he caresses your hair before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

and in that silence, you found something timeless.

[goodluckclove]

Edgar Blog Takeover Sneak Peek!

Now Playing: Crosseyed and Painless - Talking Heads

For some reason I still think it's a good idea to try and make the recipes I come up with in my dreams. It's not like I have them all the time, but for some reason every time Katy takes me drinking I end up having crazy dreams where I end up making some kind of new meal.

This time it was onion ring nachos, and when I made them in my dream they made a lot of sense, right? I wasn't even surprised by myself in my dream. I was just like "yeah, hey, time to make onion ring nachos like I do all the time". So on a subconscious level I must have found it a viable idea. And then when I woke up I was - well, hungover. Very hungover. We tried to make picklebacks without a recipe so I think I was drunk off Jameson and just...brine. Ugh.

But through the headache I also didn't really think it was a bad idea, you know? People make chili cheese fries. That already exists, I didn't make that up. And I had just gone grocery shopping with Katy so she had actual food in her apartment - plus she had an air fryer. I wish I had an air fryer. I'm the only one that uses her air fryer. I wonder if she'd notice if I stole her air fryer.

Anyways, the recipe seemed simple. Just regular oven nachos with a basic canned chili sauce (I'm not about to, like, brown ground beef. Pull out the cumin? From where? I brought sea salt flakes to Katy's place once when I was making dinner and she acted like I pulled out a dish of caviar. And she wonders why I ask her in advance if she has butter), only you substitute onion rings for tortilla chips.

Cook the onion rings before hand, at least ten minutes longer than what the directions on the bag say because the directions on the bag are wrong most of the time. Then heat up the chili and drizzle it with shredded cheese and whatever toppings you can find in your trash-eating best friend's kitchen. Katy has maybe six different hot sauces, which is totally not excessive for someone who can't remember to keep bread stocked in their place.

When I plated it it seemed real. That's stupid. You know what I mean - it seemed like a meal. I even arranged the onion rings so they were more overlapping to allow a better distribution of chili. I sort of figured this was a fork meal, because even if you char the rings when you broil them with the chili they'll moisten and gain an uneven weight that doesn't make them great for picking up by hand. Other than that, I could see some bullshit food truck selling something like this for too much money.

Eating it was not great. I think the first thing I realized when I ate it was the importance of tortilla chips as a concept. Those motherfuckers are sturdy, with a surface area that actually allows the nacho to exist as a proper experience. Taste wise it was pretty good, slightly sweet from the cooked onion, salty and savory from the chili and hot sauces. But fuck it, I'll say it - the texture was bad. You shouldn't eat a food and only process the taste. I might as well have had it as a drink, it was unnerving.

It would work better if I just dipped the onion rings in the chili, and now I'm upset that I didn't just do that. So stupid.

Katy liked it. I ate about a third of the serving before it started depressing me, but then when I came back after taking a shower she'd taken the plate back to her daybed in the living room and was just sort of...eating seems like the wrong way to put it. Absorbing, maybe. Slurping? Whatever she was doing it was very slug-like and I think she was still probably kind of drunk.

Anyway dreams are dumb and tortilla chips are important. There's your lesson for the day.

[study-with-aura]

Thursday, May 9, 2024

Not like me at all to finish up my studying while eating lunch and in the car to and from ballet, right? Ha. That sounds exactly like me as of late. No wonder I've felt tired. I am not giving myself much of a break. But I tell myself that I only have a week left and Julien is going to be home soon, and it will be better to study extra now so I can spend more time with my brother when he gets back for the summer. It's only a few more days, and I'll get to see him again. I know I saw him over the winter holidays, but it was not long enough! Yet, I'm going to be gone for a lot of the summer too. It will be okay.

Mom is coming with us on one summer trip as a chaperone, partially because they needed more volunteers and we can afford to pay for a second trip (the cost for one person is pretty high). She wasn't going to at first, but I said it was okay and that it would give Dad and Julien time to be together and us time to be together, as long as she didn't umbrella (hover over) me during the trip, which she promised she wouldn't.

Tomorrow is my harmony exam! I can't believe it is here already! I've been studying during my piano practice times, but this exam is so difficult! Then again I didn't think I would score a distinction in my Advanced Foundation exam so maybe I'll get a higher mark on this than I'm expecting. Then again, I am more serious about ballet than I am piano, though I am still fairly serious about piano too. As long as I pass, that is all that matters. All I need is a 60, and I am good. Albeit, that is only a pass with no honors, but I am praying for a 60 minimum. Although, if I don't overthink like I sometimes do, I could manage at least a 70 I think.

All that being said, I may not get the chance to post tomorrow since my exam is at 9:30 and will take about 3 hours. I will be doing all of my school work of the afternoon before ballet and anything I don't finish on Saturday morning after breakfast if I need to.

I can do this! I am an amazing and awesome human being! I will not doubt myself. I will trust in my abilities because I have worked hard this entire year and I am as ready as I can be. I've got this!

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - 3rd and 4th quarter quarter review

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Units 10-11 vocabulary + read the news + worked on non-fiction writing assignment (due next Thursday) + CLEP Test practice question + copied/reviewed final study sheet 2

Spanish 2 - Reviewed Los Deportes y El Cuerpo vocabularios + reviewed hacer + que

Bible I - Read Matthew 22

World History - Read about Al-Qaeda + read about ISIS + read about HAMAS + watched a 20-minute video on the origins of HAMAS and its connection to Hitler + watched video on why Al-Qaeda and ISIS hate each other + answered questions on terrorism

Biology with Lab - Learned about worms + filled in graphic organizer chart (next three sections) + continued germination lab

Foundations - Read the definition of wisdom + read another article displaying media bias + read about bias in elections with changing legislation + started writing my argumentative speech

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Completed High School Geometry daily mastery challenge + completed High School biology daily mastery challenge + completed World History Unit 2 test (71% - apparently I need to study this area bit more :|)

CLEP - Completed Sample CLEP Test Questions 76-90

Streaming - Watched The Cuba Libre Story Episode 9

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 30 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 1-31 of The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf

Chores - Put away the dishes + took the trash out

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Ecclesiastes 7)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

[coupleoffanfics]

Hello, could I make a request for a Barbara Gordon x reader please( man that sounds pushy) if it could be fluffy that would be amazing. There isn’t a whole lot on her. If you don’t want to write it that’s okay. Have a good day or night

Subtlety Relax

Barbara Gordon x Fem! Reader

Barbara has always been enthusiastic about her work. It was something y/n respected and supported regardless of her worries with vigilantism. Even after being wheelchair-bound, y/n would have thought that was where she'd end that line of work. Of course, she shouldn't doubt her girlfriend for a millisecond.

y/n is happy that Barbara is doing something that's she passionate about and actively helping save lives even if it's not directly anymore. She is happy for her, but y/n has noticed a few things.

Sometimes Barbara forgets to keep work at work and relax. There's always a new case that needs to be solved. Another threat to the city. y/n isn't sure what to do since she's not in that particular line of work. She was nothing more than a civilian. What right did she have to speak to Barbara about something she's been doing for years?

It just didn't seem right, so she always opted to be on the sidelines. Being a good girlfriend by cheering Barbara on and doing anything to help out. That worked for them for a while, but sometimes things become too much. She'd either bite more than she can chew or be burned out.

Playful remarks would become snappy, hiding her frustration. It was always unpleasant for everyone, so y/n did something she'd never done before. Pull Barbara away from something.

She didn't forcefully make Barbara drop her work. No, that could lead to an argument and resistance. Maybe even distancing herself from y/n. What y/n did was make small efforts to relax Barbara whenever they were together.

A normal afternoon becomes a trip to the massage parlor. A small date at y/n's apartment becomes a candle-lit dinner with Barbara's favorite dishes. Just before bedtime, y/n coincidentally ran a bubble bath and it's a shame to enjoy it alone.

There's also a lot of lavender scents because when she looked up things that can calm someone. Lavender oils were one of the first results.

In all honesty, y/n thought she was being subtle with it. Somehow y/n has once again doubted Barbara.

"I know what you're trying to do." Barbara watched y/n closely. Her eyes widened slightly before going back to normal. "Doing what? What am I even doing?" She laughed.

"You've never been into scented oils or lavender. Even when you aren't around I can still smell the lavender." y/n's face fell for a moment, but she still tried to play it off. "Okay, you don't like lavender. I'll throw out anything that has lavender." Barbara raised an eyebrow wondering if y/n would do as she said. A part of her says she wouldn't, but it wouldn't be out of character. If Barbara asked y/n to jump, she'd ask how high.

Being under Barbara's watchful eyes made y/n squirm but not crack. Not yet. "What? Do you think I'm going to, I dunno know, take over the world with lavender?" She laughed while Barbara kept a stone face.

A simple act made y/n crumble. When Barbara held her hand and said her name while looking at her with those blue eyes, who wouldn't crumble? Or slightly crack at the very least. y/n sighed, tilting her head back and her shoulders lost all tension in them.

"You've been stressed with work and I thought I'd just- I dunno. I didn't want to distract you or anything, so I made reservations for the massage parlor. I somehow burnt water trying to cook—" The woman cut y/n off with a deep kiss.

"What-?"

She didn't let y/n express her confusion. "Thank you. I appreciate it, but next time you can tell me to get off the laptop."

"Can I pull it out of your hands and throw it out the window?"

"Not if you want to pay for a new one."

She huffed, "That's fair, I suppose."

I'm sorry. This is so trash and I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I tried to push this out to focus on other things I'm currently writing. Thank the person who requested this for being such a sweetheart and I'm sorry it turned out like this.