#Oven Cleaning in Bulli

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Guidance

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: Near death experience, pre-cannon, I think it’s mostly spoiler free be wary,

Summary: You are thought to be the weakest member of your coven. After hearing it so often you begin to believe it. It’s not until you encounter a mysterious woman in the woods, that you get a glimpse of you true power.

An: 2 parter & part 2 should be up in a matter of minutes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Hope you like this one. I'm really just free writing these as they come up in my head

Part 2 | Masterlist

You were the weakest in your coven. The others were miles ahead of you when it came to actually using magic. However no one knew as much about it as you did.

You spent your time reading hoping to come across something that would wake your full potential but you found nothing.

Your coven bullied you relentlessly for your shortcomings. You heard their harsh words every time you failed a task. You heard it when you were left to clean up after them. You heard it when they would ditch you in the woods claiming it would build merit.

“This isn’t funny you guys, it’s dark please,” you call through the trees.

No one answers, not that you expect them to. You try to cast a light spell just enough to hold it in your hand, but you fail.

You start to hear noises in the woods surrounding you. Quickly you turn your back and take a defensive stance. You feel the hairs stand up against the back of your neck, and a light sweat begin to coat your forehead.

“I- I am armed,” you lie trying to reason with the darkness

When a figure steps out, you feel yourself start to shake. It was hard to see, but the hooded figure was illuminated by the soft light of the moon.

She was beautiful, something unnatural like you’ve never seen before. The warmth in her face, the faint rosy tones of her cheeks, the deep luxury of expensive leather in her eyes. She has stunned you into silence.

“You’re freezing,” is the only thing she says to you.

In your fear you hadn’t noticed the cold bite of the night. However as the stranger points it out you can feel a numbness start to take a place in your body.

“My coven… they like to play tricks on me like this,” you cast your gaze down, afraid to look into her eyes.

“That’s not very funny,” she speaks gently.

You raise your gaze to look at her, “It’s because I’m the weakest member. I can’t even cast a simple spell to light a path.”

The mystery woman shakes her head , “I don't think that’s true.”

She removes her cloak and drapes it over your shoulder.

“You’ll freeze miss,” you try to reason with her, but she just chuckles.

“Give me your hand,” she commands.

You hesitate but place your hand in hers. She lays your palm up flat.

“What are you do-”

“Think of something warm, like a blanket or a coat,” she guides you.

“Ok,” you mumble following her directions.

She praises you, “Very good, now move from warm to hot. Think of the blistering sun or an oven or… fire.”

When she says fire she can already see the ball growing in your hand. She looks over to see if you’re witnessing your power, but your eyes are closed.

“Now what? Hello?”

You open your eyes and the woman had vanished. Your eyes lock on the ball of fire illuminating from your hand. You had never been able to do something like this before.

With the stranger’s cloak around you and the ball of fire in your hand you were able to find your way back to the coven. You snuffed out the fireball before getting too close to the cabins.

“That’s a new record Y/n, we almost didn’t think you’d make it back,” one of the bullies snickers.

Instead of entertaining them with a stutter filled response like you usually do, you just walk past them. The woman from the woods still in your mind. You look at your hand that held the fire ball. Was she responsible for it, or could you do it on your own.

You do just like she instructed. Thinking of something warm and then hot. This time watching as your fingertips began to glow and fire danced in your palm.

Maybe you had been letting the words of the others get to you. Perhaps you had power just like theirs hidden somewhere underneath all of that doubt.

You decided that you would press the limits of your powers until your knowledge matched your ability. As soon as you began believing in yourself, the power seemed to surge through you.

You kept the woman’s cloak as you trained your powers. Often sneaking off in the night to teach yourself as your coven still believed you to be a weakling.

It’s a few months later, when your powers are much more refined that you grow tired of the teasing. You’re certain that you are more powerful than the other members of the coven.

“Hey Y/ln,” you turn at the sound of your last name.

A ball of mud thuds against your face and the sound of laughter rings in your ears. You try to calm yourself down as your anger begins to rise.

“Look she’s going to cry.”

“Chin up Y/n, you’re too old for tears.”

“I’m sure there’s a spell you can’t use that would be helpful right now.”

You felt hot all over. Like the rage was boiling your blood. Your fists were clenched together at your side. You felt the mud harden over your face before cracking off like it was a rock.

“Who threw it?” Your voice is low.

The laughter has stopped. They all look at you paralyzed with fear. You were on fire from your head to your toes. Pupils engulfed in flames.

“WHO THREW IT?” You repeat louder.

“We were just teasing Y/n, restrain yourself.”

You take a deep breath, and for a moment the flames die down.

“Freak,” someone mumbles.

That’s all it takes for you to shoot the fire out of your hand towards your coven members. Most of them moved out of the way.

The one’s who were too slow, did not have the time to scream. They were piles of ashes almost instantly. The others yell in their place, tears streaming down.

Their cries do something to pull you from your rage. You begin blinking rapidly. Your body feels empty on the inside, warmth was no longer there replaced by a bone chilling cold.

You pass out. When your coven sisters were aware that weren’t getting up again, they ran. They ran all the way to the mother of your coven to tell her what you did. They decided you would die for your actions.

When you gained consciousness you found yourself in a large glass. On the opposite side of the glass were your peers. You tried talking to them but none of them responded.

You weren’t truly panicking until the water started to flood into the sides of the glass. You began to bang on the glass, it did not relent. The water was ice cold as it started to climb up your legs.

“Please, please,” you beg them, tears streaming down your face.

“You never belonged in this coven, even with power, you are still a weakling,” the mother of the coven spat at you.

You felt your insides begin to burn again, but the cold water feels like it's putting out the fire. The water begins to rise. The higher it rises the more you fight against the execution.

Water begins to fill your lungs and you cough. It only makes more water enter your body. You begin to loose consciousness this time noting you won’t be waking again.

Your eyes flutter and before they close, you see a large flash of purple. You hear the glass tank you’re in begin to crack. You’re back is against the ground and your eyes are wide open.

“Is she breathing?”

“Do CPR.”

“Rio, I don't even know this gi-"

“DO THE CPR, AGATHA.”

Soon Agatha begins doing chest compressions on you. She hears a very feint heart beat. She moves to mouth to mouth. She tries to blow air into your lungs 2 or 3 times.

Eventually you start coughing, and she gains some distance.

“Are you alright bunny?”

You shake your head trying to clear the ringing.

“How did you?”

Your eyes begin to focus. You see the lifeless bodies of your coven members behind her. It makes you scramble back away from the woman.

“Hey, hey take it easy. They were trying to kill you, I did the right thing,” the woman tries to rationalize with you.

“What's your name?” You attempt to scramble to your feet.

“ Agatha Harkness. I’m not going to hurt you,” she stays in place eyes boring into yours.

Your eyes shift to the bodies once more, “How can I be sure?”

“She’s not going to hurt you, Y/n,” that voice was familiar to you.

You look behind you to see the woman you had come across in the forest. Seeing her in the daylight brings a brighter hue to your already flush cheeks. You begin to cough again.

“You- you put the fire in my hand,” you sputter.

She shakes her head, “That fire was inside of you, long before we crossed paths my sweet.”

“How did you find me?”

Agatha laughs, “Tell her how you found her Rio. Who you really are?”

Rio glares at Agatha, “Shut up, Agatha.”

“Who are you?” You whisper.

“I am Death,” she states.

You look at her waiting for her to say sike. To admit that this was some cruel joke, but she doesn't. Instead she just looks at you with her doe eyes.

“Let’s get you dry, bunny” Agatha says and with a flick of her hand, your clothes are dry.

“You wear my cloak.”

You pull it closer to your body, “ Keeps me warm.”

“I have been… drawn to you for some reason Y/n. You could've easily froze to death that night we met. You were so close, but then I interfered. It wasn’t your time yet. So I decided to offer you warmth.”

You stare up at her, “You must be mistaken. I am not… there’s nothing special about me. Especially nothing good enough to have Death save my life.”

“What did you do too have your whole coven turn against you?”

You stutter, “I- I got upset.”

Rio pushes you to further explain, “And what happened when you got upset?”

Your jaw twitches, “I started to feel hot on the inside.”

“And then what, bunny?”

You feel the fire roaring numbly inside of you, “I was covered it in fire. I shot it at them for teasing me. Some… some of them didn't move quick enough. ”

You begin to hyperventilate as the reality of your actions set in. You had killed people, their blood on your hands. Technically your entire coven was dead because of you.

“Deep breaths,” Agatha sits in front of you guiding you through the breaths. “Don’t feel ashamed for doing what you had to do for survival. It's not always about who is the strongest or even who is the smartest, it’s about who survives.”

“But for the record you were more powerful and smarter than all of them, “ Rio shares.

“I don't understand,” you look between the two women.

“Y/n, you are an elemental witch. It’s like a green witch on steroids,” Agatha explains.

You scoff, “Just because I made a fireball, anybody can do that.”

“You just said you were engulfed in flames,” Rio counters.

“Well that's just fire there are other elements,” you say, sure of your words.

Agatha nods, “Indeed there are, but you’ve only tried to play with fire. Give me your hand.”

Just like you had done months ago with Rio, you give Agatha your hand. She holds it face up with her own under yours.

“Now what?”

“Think of a flower. Any kind of flower. Be sure in the details. How long is the stem, does it have leaves on it? How big is the flower, is it multicolored?”

You follow Agatha’s instructions and easily enough a flower is sprouting out of your hand.

“How curious?” Rio glances at the flower you’ve made.

“What?” You ask gently pulling the flower from your palm.

“You made a Rio Dipladenia,” Agatha speaks breathless for a moment.

You furrow your brows, “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s not. That flower, I created it for Agatha, so it’s quite the coincidence that you would think to make it,” Rio informs you.

A blush spreads across your face, “Oh, would you… do you want the flower, Agatha?”

Agatha’s eyes snap to Rio before settling on you, “You’re adorable, doll.”

“I agree, too adorable to be wandering the forest alone and untrained. Come with us Y/n, we will help you reach your full potential,” Rio insists.

You look between the two for a moment, contemplating. You had nothing. Your coven was dead, your powers were unpredictable at best, and you couldn’t stand the thought of being alone.

You slowly nod, “Ok.”

“Good choice, bunny.”

[yourstrqly]

★ . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐆𝟏𝟎

pairing: pierre gasly x gf!reader

in which you want to welcome your boyfriend home with a plate of his favourite cake but he craves the sweetness of you more

warning: kitchen sex, penetrative sex, bare (wrap it if you don't want babies!), french nickname for reader ( ma minette = my kitten), just a small smut for my fav french fucker

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!

the kitchen looked like a tiny battlefield as you searched the drawers for cinnamon, which was needed for your boyfriend's favourite cake. in the background softly played piano music, creating a relaxed atmosphere; it was your ideal afternoon and in just under 30 minutes pierre would walk through the front door of your shared apartment.

time flies, the cake baked in the oven whilst you cleaned the counters, deep in thoughts which resulted in not hearing the man of the house coming home.

pierre smiled at your swaying figure, entertaining the thought of you having a child, his mini me or yours, besides you excitingly telling you about the day — he'd loved to being the father of your children but that would have to wait for another year or so as he wanted to focus on your relationship a bit more. his eyes darted over your body, spotting a white tee of his, kinda see-through if he was being honest, and if this wouldn't turn him on, then nothing else could. the French was a sucker for you and after two weeks of being separated from you, he'll do anything to fuck you now and later make love to you in your shared bed.

but for now he was going to fuck you in this kitchen as his way of welcoming you back in his arms. he just had to have you now.

a gasp left you as you felt something, someone pressing against your back, striking heat, and a bulge hidden under the rough jeans fabric rubbing against your ass. you immediately fell backwards, lowering your head against your man's shoulder to catch his eyes.

"how i've missed you, ma minette", pierre mumbled against your ear, his hand tracing along your jawline down to your breasts while watching you fall apart by the second. "to see you quiver under my touch."

he stepped away from you, quickly undressing himself as you catch your breath, holding onto the cold stone. then he grabbed the hem of your panties to pull them down your hips, letting you step out of it, and kicked it away. you could already guess what was coming next, based on the strong arm around your stomach and his hot length rubbing against your legs.

the french rumbled behind you, feeling your wetness gathered around the head of his cock even though he hadn't entered you yet.

you waited, feeling desperate for him, desperate to be close to him again, to have him inside you, so you trust a bit back; pierre gripped your hips and rushed his length in your cunt, groaning loudly as a nasty squelch chimed though the kitchen. you're no better, moaning in relief and arousal at the feeling of his hard cock plunging into you over and over again, going at a rapid speed that has you grip the edge of the counter tightly. his need of you reaches out to you, as he worked his body almost frantically — you needed him just the same.

one of pierre's hands returned to your breasts to stimulate them in turns, drawing circles against the swell of your soft flesh and pulling on your hard nipples. his cock inside you felt wide and long, hitting your spots just too good.

your clit throbbed, hungry for attention, and pierre, a man knowing which buttons to press, slid his hand down your stomach to your pussy. his fingertips landed on the slick bundle of nerves, fingers rubbing over it, playing you like a piano. the French knew exactly how to please you and it was mere moments before you felt your orgasm approaching. you shrudder as it nears, moaning and whining as the rough fingers pinched and rubbed against your clit, his thick length bullying its way inside, just to leave his fat tip in your cunt — then he plunged deeply into you again, making you see the stars and getting a groan out of you, a sound he loved to hear, tipping him over the edge.

[karlachismylife]

Don't You Forget About Me

Since @killerpancakeburger already had the most perfect Soap idea with this prompt, I decided to sit and think: what would be the situation where Soap actually didn't wanna kiss? Mission imposible?

Well, I might've found the solution.

CW: reader is Soap's mother (literally), so (potentially bad) Scottish yelling and scolding, very silly and unserious, not even pretending to be realistic.

(Title fom a song by Simple Minds)

You were going to give him a piece of your mind alright. He had always been a troublemaker, the sole source of white and grey peppered in your respectable hairbun, but the bare minumum you expected from your eejit of a son was to take your words seriously when you asked not to go to that mission. That one mission, mind you, out of every crazy and dangerous endeavour your Johnny got up to since before he could walk properly (although he skipped the phase entirely, immediately opting to run) - you always supported him and tried to be understanding.

You flicked his nose when he came home dirty after playing football in the rain and prepared warm dinner while he cleaned himself and washed his own clothes like a good boy. You sighed and ruffled what was left of his hair the day he returned with that moronic haircut, beaming like the sun itself. You slapped upside his head and scolded him before pulling out his favourite out of the oven after he was kicked out from whatever military base he tried to sneak into to be like his cousin.

Johnny could call you strict, scary and warn all his mates of you with a shit-eating grin all he wanted, but you were sure you had never given him a reason to believe you would worry over nothing.

"Dinnae fash yersel, Mam," was all you got after a hearfelt and arguemented plea to stay away from trouble this time, along with a kiss on a cheek, and there he went.

Not so fast, John MacTavish.

Of course he got his stubborness and determination to get whatever he wanted from you. The amount of times he ran off before he was of age just to try his luck and get enlisted? The clenching of his proud Scottish jaw as he pushed himself to do better, lift heavier, shoot sharper, run faster? Once Johnny was set on something, he went all-in. Too bad sitting still and quiet in school never got to be one of his priorities even for a week. But that's how you raised him, and if anyone could match him, it was you.

You were suprised how easy it was to bully and bribe your way into the base. Just an unthreatening older woman with some home-cooked pie, already sliced up for the sweet, sweet boys at the entrance.

Och, yer Ma' usually bakes these too? 'N' wi' some carrot? Ye should ask her fur a recipe, leannan, Ah will lea' ye mines sae we can exchange. Ah actually hae mah laddie right there oan th' base, he's a sergeant, aye, mah muckle laddie. Ah wanted tae surprise him wi' his fave', bit didnae ken tis sae secreteve 'ere… Mibbie ye could pass it tae him? Och but it'll get cauld 'n' nasty… Och, ye will let me in fur a few minutes? Well aren't ye th' sweetest wee jimmies. Yer Mams must be proud o' ye, Ah ken Ah'm, knowing such mighty lads are protecting us.

Breaching the first line of defence was a piece of cake - well, pie. The second went even smoother, no one paying attention to you as you simply floated along the perimeter, avoiding miscellaneous looks from busy officers and privates bustling about their day. Hiding in plane sight, not even trying to blend in - you minced in your old trusty shoes up to the big area with several aircrafts scattered around.

Aha. That's your goal. You adjusted your purse on your shoulder and moved to continue your way, when someone finally noticed your unwanted presence.

"Is that a... who the hell let a civilian in the landing zone? Oi! M'am! M'am, stop! M'am, you're not supposed to be here!"

Hearing someone's heavy steps picking up behind your back, you kept your steady stride for a few more moments, eyes scanning the vast plane of the zone, determined to find at least someone you knew - and they you hit jackpot. Loud thumping of helicopter blades, distant at first, grew rapidly, almost deafening at the point when someone's heavy hand grabbed your elbow.

"M'am, are you lost? It's dangerous here! DAN-GE-ROUS!" The officer yelled into your ear, probably both hoping to overpower the landing helicopter and thinking you were old, frail and deaf.

Such a naive lad.

That metal bird barely stopped chirping before you wriggled out of the officer's grasp and sprinted towards several tall figures unloading from the helo. Your target stood straight, big headphones denting his ruffled mohawk, already up for a trimming. He definitely heard the officer's loud yelling, turned around, curious as ever, and locked eyes with you - all laughter wiped off his face immediately, baby blues he inherited from you round and popping out of their sockets.

"Mam?! Wha' are ye doin'-" - "JOHN MACTAVISH! Dinnae "mam" me, ye reckless bampot! Ah didnae raise ye tae be a sleekit potatoe waving yer own mother off!"

You jumped away from the officer who almost caught up with you and used your purse to shield yourself from him, never losing pale and positively terrified and dumbfounded Johnny out of sight.

"Get awa' from me, ye eejit, that's mah son 'n' Ah'm talking tae him! Look at me, Johnny!" You finally reached him and tilted your stern face up, glaring at yout sheepish son. His eyes stopped darting around and snapped directly at you. Still a good boy, after all. "Dae ye hae any idea how worried Ah was? Come 'ere now or Ah will drag ye by yer scruff, Ah swear. Come 'ere!"

You reached up to cup hus face, noticing a fresh bruise and a split brow, your motherly heart aching, but still proud that your wee boy came back from a dangerous operation alive. With teary eyes, you tried to pull him in for a big forgiving smooch, but he finally unfroze and pulled back, slowly starting to go red in his cheeks - so his ears must have been burning for some time already. Still, you looked at him, outraged, and huffed, propping one hand on your hip.

"What? Ah wanntae kiss mah laddie!" You could see Johnny's face flush brighter, mortified expression cut into his pleading eyebrows. He shouldn't have been doing that, that nasty scar was bleeding hardeer, your poor wee boy.

"''ere?! Richt naew?!" Before you could even start scolding him for denying his own mother such a simple thing, someone else's rich voice cut in through barely suppressed laughter.

"Come on, Johnny, tha's no way to talk to your mother. Be a good boy 'n' give 'er a big kiss." Recognizing Ghost from your laddie's tales wasn't hard at all - you met his dark, hooded eyes and gave him a firm, grateful nod, which he reciprocated with a gruff chuckle.

Defeated, Johnny leaned down, sliding his headphones down to his neck, and didn't even hiss as you yanked him by his ear lower to give him a loud, loving smooch on his cheek.

On the way out they sourced four big lads to escort you. As if the whole army would be able to stop you if you decided to give your son a proper whooping.

[pukefactory]

AM I LATE? OKAY OKAY COUGH UHHH IMMA TRY AND MAKE THIS QUICK.

Either Cosmo x Young (around 9?) sibling reader...Some Plot: not a lot of people like us since we act differently from their favorite and it continues to repeat into bulling for weeks and weeks until one day we come up crying to them and then we start to explain that we were getting bullied for just being different and go explaining what they did. Then Cosmo procedded to confront the person (not sure what you want but something like that and then Cosmo ends up reporting them to the handlers.

Im sorry if it's not clear but I hope this wasn't too late! It really just angst to fluff

Nope, you’re not late at all! This is a unique and intriguing prompt. It did challenge me a bit, but I hope it meets your expectations!

── ･ ｡ﾟ⟡ AND ONCE MORE ⟡ ˚｡ ･ ──

♫ Summary: Cosmo helps his bullied little sibling

♫ Character(s): Cosmo (Dandy’s World)

♫ Reader Pronouns: Non Specified

♫ Genre: Short Story, Angst, Comfort

♫ Word Count: 567

♫ Warning(s): Mentions of Bullying, Physical Abuse

You remember every name you’ve been called but how many times? You’ve lost count. It’s been more than enough. And every time you ask them why they’re so cruel, they just laugh in your face, calling you a freak, a no-show, a good-for-nothing weirdo—just because you’re different from the other toons. You don’t fit in.

According to them, there’s nothing special about you. That’s their excuse for treating you so horribly. And for a while, you believe them. Why wouldn’t you? If they keep pushing, shoving, and yelling, they must be right… right?

You endure their cruelty for weeks, letting them hurl insults and knock you around because you think you deserve it. But today, they take it too far. One of them shoves you to the ground, spitting out the same tired words you’ve heard a hundred times before. Then comes the first kick. Then another. And another. They don’t stop until they’ve had their fill and walk away, leaving you curled up in a ball, trembling and sobbing, trying to shield yourself from the pain.

The moment they’re gone, you scramble to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your back, and run. Run to the one place you know is safe. Run to the one person who can help you.

Cosmo is in the kitchen, casually baking cupcakes—something he and Spout have done countless times. Lately, he’s always in the kitchen, experimenting with new recipes, even when his best friend isn’t around to help. He slides a tray into the preheated oven, wipes the sweat from his forehead, and then hears the front door creak open, followed by soft sniffles.

The second he sees you—his little sibling, tear-streaked and shaking—he rushes over, not caring about the batter-covered mess on his hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong, buddy?” His voice is gentle but filled with concern.

You sniffle, trying to wipe away your tears, but they keep falling no matter how hard you try. “They keep hurting me…”

“Who keeps hurting you?”

“A group of bullies.” You hiccup, voice breaking. “They keep hurting me because I’m a freak!”

Without hesitation, Cosmo pulls you into a warm hug, shushing you softly. “You’re not a freak. You never were, and you never will be.”

He rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, his embrace melting away some of the fear.

“How about we bake some cupcakes together? And after that…” He pulls back slightly, giving you a knowing look. “Would you mind showing me who those meanies are?”

You nod without hesitation. You trust him. You feel safe with him.

After sharing a fresh batch of cupcakes, you lead Cosmo to the ones who have been tormenting you for weeks. He sends you back to the kitchen with a simple request—to clean up a little while he handles things.

An hour passes before he finally returns, looking somewhere between satisfied and angry. As he steps inside, his eyes flick to the kitchen, clearly impressed by how spotless it is.

“What took you so long?” you ask.

“Oh, I was just dealing with those mean people.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad! I told the toon handlers everything, so they definitely won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You gasp, then throw your arms around him. “Thank you, Cosmo.”

“Of course. Anything for you, bud.” He hugs you back, a small smile on his face, relieved that you’re finally safe.

Everything will be okay now.

[kit-williams]

I need to be folded like a lawn chair while big Black Templar man breeds me for all he's worth.

*cracks knuckles also pauses work on another boy*

Alright ya'll are getting Brother Roland again because he causes the most thirst. If you need to put this into a time line setting this is before Bun in the Oven

SMUT heavy breeding kink

He tried to be good to his Bäckerin but there were some months that his will would faulter. And as Roland would discover putting a baby inside of his Bäckerin wasn't as simple or as easy as he thought. He could smell the biological changes and the fact that something took but then he could smell her body change back. Frustrated he asked her not understanding that the human body was just too strong for it's own good. His Bäckerin soothed him by simply saying "well if my body reabsorbed it this early then there might have been something genetically wrong. A lot can go wrong... I'm certain you can put it in terms of becoming a Black Templar. Sometimes healthy aspirants just die during the process... sometimes what might have been a viable baby just doesn't make it." She would smile at him and just soothe his wounded pride.

She still humored him to make sure that they could both still could conceive and it was simply the roll of the dice. Though Roland knew him being a Space Marine probably wasn't helping him. He finished his prayer and headed to training as he was just stewing in his own mind. His Bäckerin smelt so good this morning... just like the day they first had sex. He couldn't stop himself from pinning her down and bullying his cock inside of her. Watching her whine and whimper under him just sent such a... a thrill up his spine. Chaplin Eckehard was so helpful for Roland during these times but even Roland would watch him stalk after one of his two wives.

Training was hardly helping as it just seemed to get his blood flowing faster to between his legs. His Bäckerin should be out... just a cold shower. He marched back to his quarters after bidding his brothers farewell. His Chaplin had explained that like with battle brothers once he had "imprinted" upon his mortal that he was suddenly acutely aware of her scent biology... he could still look at other mortals and find no desire stirring in his loins but looking at his Bäckerin and occasionally women who looked similar to his Bäckerin could cause the stirring between his loins.

Perhaps it was a bad idea to be where her scent was the strongest. But he was a Space Marine if he could not resist temptations then he was vulnerable. He did not wish to be a weak link when out in combat with his battle brothers. The cold water seemed to hiss against his naturally warm physiology but he could feel himself calming down... coming down from the frenzied high. Till he heard the front door open and his eyes snapped open.

He could hear her... he could smell her... he held his breath so he wouldn't taste her. He could smell the scent of flour, yeast, butter, and eggs against her... probably entangled into the scent of her hair. She was bringing home bread was all... she would leave... he waited those painful seconds as his eyes went over to the bathroom door... she would leave...right?! Oh by the Throne why wasn't she leaving?!

He couldn't face his Bäckerin just yet... "Oh Roland..." his ears picked up even muffled through the door. He twisted the water off and stalked out running his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he could smell her. He watched her pull her fingers out of her unzipped trousers and put them into her mouth licking herself clean.

"Bäckerin," He snapped, "Get on the bed now!"

He watched her jump as her head whipped her head to him seeing him fully naked and he watched her eyes fail to meet his as they were caught between his legs looking at the angry throbbing thing. His own eyes were no longer the soft honey brown but were black with how he looked at her with nothing but a predatory desire. But when she didn't move suddenly she was face first into a burly chest.

"R-Roland?! W-what"

"Less words." He felt himself salivating as he unabashedly inhaled her scent, "I'm going to fuck a baby into you!" He snarled as he threw her onto the bed as he punched a code into a terminal. Only the Chaplin could contact him or get in during this time. When he looked over at his Bäckerin he was pleased that she had stripped naked.

She flinched in unconscious fear as suddenly he was looming over her. She was still a mortal at the end of the day and he was a lethal weapon. As much as he wanted to pin her under him and thrust with reckless abandon, as her scent was coaxing him to do, he rolled over laying on his back. "Work yourself on. Please." He hissed giving her this one concession.

Lucky for him she was already so wet. He let out a guttural hiss from the back of his throat as her hips began to roll and bounce her way down his cock. "Du riechst so gut." He groaned arching and pushing himself into her more. She felt so full and whimpered as he gave her till she started to move.

She found herself on her back quickly as his hips began to piston in their barely restrained pattern. He really shouldn't indulge himself during these times of the month... but it was addictive to smell her fertile scent just mingling with his own when he fills her with his sperm. His drool splashes on her breasts as he is lost in his fantasy. Her breathy moans filling the room just as much as the wet squelch and slap of his hips against hers. The way his balls met her skin, the feeling of her feet against his chest and shoulders... oh he knew when he was bad she would press them against his neck to try and break him out of whatever trance he was in.

He pressed her down causing her moans to increase an octave as she was utterly cock drunk slurring his name as the bed creaked and rocked with the rhythm his hips had set. He sometimes wished his Bäckerin could handle him more... but he wouldn't give her up for anything. He could feel the way she clenched around him and the way she groaned in pleasure as he fucked through her orgasm simultaneously extending it but also building up the next one.

"So gut." He salivated on her shoulder before sucking a hickey into her skin. It didn't take him very long to get her to orgasm again but when she did he bottomed out snarling, "Meine Bäckerin, meine... meine... meine." All gutteral sounded and coming from deep within his chest and throat as he stilled his hips just rolling them as he flooded her insides. He knelt there just panting softly as he let her legs go and watch them just spread wide and she rested her feet on his thighs.

"Um... hi to you too?" She spoke softly.

"You're ovulating." Roland said as if it was completely obvious as to why he dragged her to bed, "I wasn't expecting you home."

"I was just going to leave some bread and... yeah neither was I expecting you." She moaned softly as he had softened and pulled out. He cocked his head to the side as he felt some pride and sexual satisfaction seeing at how wide open he would leave her. Pushing some of the oozing cum back into her quivering cunt. She moaned softly as he would do so. She wasn't staying as open as long any more. "Roland?"

"Hmm?" He finally looked up at his Bäckerin.

"Get my laptop I'm not going to be moving for a bit. Not with... that."

He just grinned going to get her some water and her device. He would pepper her with kisses and his tender affection till he had to return to his duties. But he was happy to return to them with a clear head even though it meant any plans his Bäckerin had were ruined.

Though he was certain she hardly minded.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Undyne and Alphys are away for a week and so they leave their child to the skeletons. The kid took everything after Undyne/US Alphys and can't stop putting themselves in danger. How goes the week?

Undertale Sans - That's fine. No that's not. He wanted the kid to spend their energy outside the house after they broke the literal table in the living room, so he took them to the park. Except now they're gone. He stopped watching them for ten seconds to answer a text and now they're not here anymore. Sans is freaking out, teleporting from place to place at a crazy speed to find them, but they're just gone. As he's mentally trying to convince himself to call Undyne and tell her the news, he spots the child in a tree, clearly very amused by how fast he gave up. He swears they're going to give him a soul attack.

Undertale Papyrus - "YES UNDYNE JUNIOR I CAN SEE YOU EATING ROCKS. ONE IS ENOUGH THOUGH. NO! NO, DON'T DO IT! NO!" And that's how Papyrus ended up at the hospital at 3 a.m. after his niece filled their stomach with rocks. Papyrus can't wait for their mothers to come home. He likes children, but that is no child. That's a walking health hazard.

Underswap Sans - He thought he could tire them by jogging in the park. But that's three hours now and the kid is still not tired. Actually, they're as good as new. Him on the other hand is pretty sure he's about to pass out from exhaustion any second. You know it's bad when even Blue can't keep up with you.

Underswap Papyrus - The worst mistake of his life was to ask the kid to cook with him. He doesn't know what happened, but now his kitchen looks like a crime scene. There's chocolate everywhere, even on the ceiling, and now his oven is making weird scary noises like it's about to explode. The worst part is that he has no energy left to clean that mess. Please someone save him.

Underfell Sans - He's losing it. He hates Undyne to begin with and he doesn't know why he said yes, but added to that, her kid is horrible with him. He swears Undyne told them to disrespect him because there's no way they're not a bully to him on purpose. His life is hell, the kid is not listening to him at all and at this point, he doesn't care if something bad happens to them. Except he does because Undyne is going to kill him otherwise. That's the longest week of his life, he's never doing that again.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge is not safe. He feels unsafe in his own home. The kid won't stop attacking him randomly. So far he has three serious bites on his arms and ankles and got stabbed three times in the back. He complains to Undyne every evening, but Undyne just laughs at his face saying he can't possibly lose against a six-year-old kid. But she doesn't understand. That's not a kid. That's a shark. He's scared he might lose a finger feeding them. They know he's scared of them. Please. He wants this to end.

Horrortale Sans - A kid showed up randomly one day saying they're Undyne's child they left Underground and they want their revenge. Oak slammed the door in their face and went back to sleep lol. Yep, he's not dealing with that.

Horrortale Papyrus - That's not Undyne's kid. He's pretty sure of it. First, where did Undyne get a kid Underground? And second... They're not blue? And Undyne is dead? Is he homing a random monster child only out of guilt? Who's that kid anyway? Wait, but wouldn't Undyne lay eggs? Uh. Maybe they're really her child and just hatched when they left? But who's the other parent? Can Undyne use parthenogenesis??? He's pretty sure Alphys died in the first two years of the famine? Willow is having an existential crisis. Surely Toriel is old enough to know if fish monsters lay eggs. That's going to be an interesting conversation.

Swapfell Sans - He's having a mental breakdown. First, he found out the kid is nocturnal. Except he works really hard during the day, and would love to sleep during the night you know. But apparently, they don't know that. Next, they thought it would be fun to transform his couch into a hedgehog by planting hundreds of spears in it. And now they have replaced his coffee with paint and his precious baby coffee machine is not working anymore, which means he turned into a grumpy old man all day. Nox will never recover from this he thinks.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus is desperate. Ok, Rus wanted them to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor because he kinda forgot they needed to sleep. But that's not a reason to completely block him the entrance to his own room. Rus tried everything to get them out: promising to go to Disneyland, eat fast food for the rest of the week, and even for him to sleep in the sleeping bag, but the kid won't come out of his room, which is now locked. Rus doesn't know what to do anymore. He has been defeated.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He never wanted to take care of that demonic child in the first place so it's not his fault. By that I mean he kinda threw the kid in a dog house outside out of rage and let them spend the night there. The kid thought it would be fun to go into his closet and cut all his handmade clothes with scissors. Wine did all he could to not kill them and decided to put them outside for their own safety. He feels so mad every time he looks at them now. The worst part is that they clearly don't regret anything, even taunting him from the window. Wine is holding his murderous instincts so bad he's shaking. He holds them back for when Alphys will come back. He's going to kill Alphys he thinks. He needs to evacuate the pressure somehow.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - So the kid found out Coffee spends a lot of time in the closet in his room... And so they put a padlock on it, locking him inside. Coffee is having a panic attack, banging on the doors and screaming for help, completely forgetting he can just teleport out of here. Once free, Coffee refuses to tell the kid a word and lets Wine take care of them. He doesn't like them he decided.

[ragnarokhound]

For the au ask game!

OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!

Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?

Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]

SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write

I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:

Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .

Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .

Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .

Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .

Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .

(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Let's call it Fate | Part 14

(A/N) Feelings, feelings, feelings. Thank you to everyone who comments, you brighten my day!

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying, talk of grandparents and death of a grandparent, mistreatment of Ghouls, threats, angst, fluff, kissis, bit more spice

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

As you were asked, you first headed to the kitchen and checked on the food in the oven, discovering a mouth-watering lasagne. The parmesan on top had just reached the perfect golden-brown color, so you decided to turn the oven off and just keep it in there to keep it warm. After that, you headed to the bedroom, where you actually dried off and changed into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, courtesy of Copia’s closet.

While you waited, you used the towel to rub the wetness out of your hair gently, so you weren’t leaving water drops all over the apartment. Then, you just decided to sit on the kitchen counter and wait for Copia, who joined you after a few minutes, a grin on his face as he walked up to you, still wet with just a towel around his hips. The moment you noticed him, panic filled you as he spread his arms and rushed to you, trying to envelop you in a wet embrace.

“No, no, no, no-”

You giggled as you tried to get away, but he was fast, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and squeezing you against his dripping chest. A shriek escaped you, along with more giggles as you felt the water drench your shirt. He kept a tight grip on you, joining your laughter, as he peppered kisses over your head.

After a few moments, he carefully let go of you, taking a few steps back with a proud grin on his face. You turned around, glaring playfully at him.

“You’re the worst.”

He chuckled, stepping close enough the press a quick kiss to your pouting lips.

“That’s not what you said in the shower.”

Before you could retort, he walked to the bedroom, leaving you stunned. When did he get so smooth?

Once he had dried himself off and put on some clothes, Copia grabbed two plates and loaded them with lasagne. He brushed it off whenever you tried to offer help, telling you that he wanted to spoil you and that you shouldn’t have to lift a finger. So, you just watched, a content smile spread on your lips. It felt domestic. It felt like home.

Once Copia was satisfied with the amount of food on the plates, he led you to the living room. The couch table in front was decorated with a tablecloth, flowers, fancy glasses, and polished cutlery. Your eyes jumped from one detail to the other while Copia just watched. When your attention returned to the man beside you, you noticed how nervous he looked.

“I-I know it’s not that special, but—” You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you gently turned his head so he was facing you before pressing your lips to his. Instantly, you felt him relax, his lips pulling into a smile beneath yours, as he kissed you back.

“It’s perfect, Copia. Thank you.”

You pulled away, grinning up at him, watching as he grinned right back at you, relief flooding his eyes.

“I’m glad.” He glanced at the couch, before jerking his head toward it. “Come, let’s eat.”

With a nod, you followed him and sat down right beside him. Gently, he sat the plates down before looking at you and mumbling a soft ‘Buon appetito’ before digging into his meal. You repeated it back, smiling when he hummed with approval and started eating. And it was delicious. The moment you smelled it, you suspected that it would be, but now you had your confirmation. What were you expecting? It was an Italian family recipe, of course, it would taste fantastic.

You tried to eat slowly and savor the taste, but you couldn’t help yourself and within just a few minutes, your plate was licked clean. Copia looked over and chuckled as he watched you scrape your fork along the plate, trying to gather as much tomato sauce as possible.

“Un secondo, amore. I believe I have some bread; you can use that to gather up the sauce.” Before you could argue, Copia got to his feet and rushed to the kitchen. You watched him with a mischievous grin, reaching over to his plate as soon as he disappeared around the corner. But before you could cut a piece off and eat it, Copia reappeared with a small bread basket in hand, his eyes widening, before a smile tugged at his lips. “Look at that. I think there’s a lasagne thief in our midst.”

You chuckled and quickly brought your fork to your mouth, grinning while chewing the deliciousness. Copia plopped down beside you, gazing at you with lovesick eyes, as he used his own fork to cut off a piece and hold it out to you after you swallowed. “Open up, amore.”

With a smile, you did as you were told and opened your lips, closing them around his fork as he gently pulled it back. You hummed happily as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the taste. And that was how you spent the next twenty minutes. Feeding each other pieces of food while laughing and joking, just happy to be in each other’s company. During that time, the two of you slowly shifted closer to each other until you ended up sitting between Copia’s legs while leaning back against him. His arms were loosely wrapped around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“…and that was how Terzo broke my arm.” A booming laugh escaped your lips as you glanced back at him. “Is that true?” Copia chuckled himself, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before answering. “It is. Maybe I exaggerated at points, but it is the true story.” You laughed again, shaking your head gently. “He is such an idiot.” Copia nodded, agreeing with you, but you could feel the love for his brothers radiate off of him. And that made you think of Primo.

Worry immediately clawed at your chest. He looked really pale earlier. Paler than usual. “What is it, amore?” With a frown, you glanced back at him. “I’m worried. About Primo.” Copia hummed, gently pressing his lips against my neck while he thought. After a moment, he responded. “Want to go and check on him?” You hesitated but ultimately nodded.

Copia lent you a pair of joggers and a zip-up hoodie for the occasion before leading you through the secret passageways until you reached a dark, wooden door. The Cardinal paused for a second and listened before turning to you. “Secondo is in there. Do you want to come back later?” You shook your head. The papa was intimidating, for sure, but you’d have to warm up to him eventually. Maybe this could be it?

After glancing at you one more time, Copia softly knocked on the door before opening it a second later. His hand interwoven with yours, he took a few steps into the room, gently pulling you along. Doubt began to fill you. Maybe you should have come back at a later time? But the moment your eyes landed on Primo, your doubt made way for concern, as you forgot all protocol and rushed to his side, even ignoring Papa Secondo, who stood next to the old man.

“Primo…” It was but a whisper, laced with concern and fear. But the man smiled at you, squeezing your hand, which immediately found his. His skin appeared almost transparent, his lips chapped and dry and his eyes sunken with dark circles underneath. He looked like death incarnate. He looked just like your grandfather a day before he passed away.

“Ah,��tesoro, fratellino…” You shook your head, reaching up to touch his forehead, which was burning. As the concern was washed away by fear, you didn’t notice how your eyes filled with unshed tears and your breathing picked up. Only when Copia laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, did you start to calm down.

“Do not worry, tesoro. I’ll be up and fit soon enough, so no tears, si?” You chuckled, or at least tried to, while wiping the tears that had escaped your eyes away. While you were focused on the oldest member of the brothers, Papa Secondo quickly caught Copia’s attention and beckoned for his little brother to follow him. You watched them out of the corner of your eyes, but your attention stayed on Primo. You carefully handed him the glass of water with a straw and watched him take a few sips before placing it back on his bedside table. You watched as he leaned back, shifting a bit, getting comfortable before offering you a small smile.

“I’ll rest a bit.” You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, fear clawing at your heart that he would never open them again. You squeezed his hand softly, your pointer and middle finger finding their way to rest over his pulse. And after a few moments, you were joined by Copia and Papa Secondo. The older one was about to speak when you interrupted him and turned to Copia.

“How do you call for the Ghouls?” He frowned for a second before pulling out a smartphone. You quickly instructed him to call for Swiss and Dew, saying that you needed to talk to them. He did as you asked while your gaze returned to Primo. All the while, you felt Papa Secondo staring at you.

After a few minutes, Swiss and Dew entered Primo’s quarters. Carefully, you let go of Primo’s hand and sat it down before meeting the two Ghould at the door. Swiss immediately noticed your expression and pulled you into a hug. “I’m fine.” He chuckled darkly and quietly, shaking his head. “You’re not. But that’s okay. What do you need?”

You quickly gave them a list before they left. A comfortable chair, a blanket, and a good book. Fresh tea, a hot water bottle, as well as a bowl of cold water, and a clean cloth. You wanted to ask them to get some medicine but gathered that Papa Secondo would have already gotten some. They left the room, and you returned to the two Emeritus brothers, addressing Copia.

“I know we wanted to spend the evening together, but…” He smiled, gently cradling your face with his hand. “But you want to stay and look after Primo. I understand. And that doesn’t mean we can’t spend the evening together. I’ll stay with you, amore.” You wanted to object. He would have a full day of work the next day and you knew that he would need rest for it, but the look on his face told you that he wouldn’t budge.

“I love you.” It slipped out. You truly didn’t mean to say it at that moment. Not in front of Papa Secondo, but you couldn’t help yourself. Never before have you ever been so sure that you meant every letter of those words. Copia grinned, leaning down to peck your lips before standing up straight again. “I love you too, amore.”

Translations: Un secondo...one second amore...love si...yes fratellino...little brother tesoro...dear

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✩࿐࿔ clean your frickin room. [new 1/29]

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fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 2,465. read ✩࿐࿔ clean your frickin room on ao3

clean your frickin' room, babe. not because of some silly moral argument about cleanliness or because you feel ashamed of not cleaning it, but because you'll feel better when you do. and if you're overwhelmed or don't have time, just pick one thing: one dresser-top to clear off, one basket of laundry to put away, one bag of stuff to get rid of. we don't need to do it all at once. for nonnie-love ♡

thank you for your patience, darling. i hope you don't even need this anymore, but if you do, i hope it helps, even just the slightest bit. you're not alone, either. i feel like sometimes trying to keep a space clean can snowball out of control and become so overwhelming that it's hard to look at. it's NOTHING to be embarrassed about, and you don't have to tackle it all at once.

It’s not the kick on the door that breaks your concentration, or the Captain striding into your apartment like he owns the damn place. Which, you suppose, he kind of does. The Guardians are basically everyone’s landlords, in a weird way. Still, it’s not Rocket’s sudden and characteristically-rude invasion of your apartment that startles you — it’s his words. “You need to clean your room or something.” The pearly light of Knowhere’s manufactured morning spills in through your open window, warm and pale gold: painting over the recent neglect of your tiny home in a way that almost allows you to forget the clutter underneath. You’d almost turned Groot down when he’d asked to come over, for exactly this reason: it makes you grimace every time you think of how full the corners of your apartment have become, or the snarls of debris that have taken up residency against the floorboards. Still, you hadn’t expected him to just come out and say it. You blink up at the Captain. “I — excuse me, what?” Groot yelps as the cars on the holoscreen collide, and you wince. “Sorry, Groot.” “I am Groot,” the flora colossus pouts, tossing his controller on your coffee table and collapsing dramatically on the oversized couch that somehow manages to fit both of you. Still, you have to duck to avoid getting hit with a branch-like arm. Rocket opens up your cold-box and rifles around inside till he finds one of the egg-and-orloni yaro breakfast wraps you keep stocked just for him, and he tosses it into your flash-oven and sets the dials accordingly. “I said, you gotta clean your room or somethin’.” Your brow furrows in confusion, but you offer him a lopsided, quizzical grin as the flash-over pings softly, and he pulls out the hot breakfast wrap. “Uh, okay, mom.”

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the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

[CURRENTLY BACKLOGGED TILL MID-MARCH] feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist

eat somethin. (wc: 576)

go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)

get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)

take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)

leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)

take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)

drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)

stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)

just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)

it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)

get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)

did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)

schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)

do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)

brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)

nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)

stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)

take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )

take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)

cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)

clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)

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[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

masterlist ▸ 5. 005. chronic memory keeper ▸ 007. snake in the grass

Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys. 

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass. 

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them. 

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow. 

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend. 

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands. 

“Y/n?” 

Minghao. 

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.” 

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face. 

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side. 

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.” 

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.” 

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?” 

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.” 

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.” 

“What are you making? It smells so good.” 

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce. 

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor. 

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.” 

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.” 

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.” 

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.” 

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything. 

“Need my help with anything?” 

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.” 

“Got it.” 

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself. 

“Here you are, chef.” 

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?” 

“Try it and find out.” 

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect. 

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?” 

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.” 

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.” 

“You are one surprising specimen.” 

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.” 

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating. 

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on. 

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.” 

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.” 

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.” 

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.” 

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.” 

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.” 

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out. 

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room. 

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?” 

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?” 

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.” 

“Okay, I have an idea.” 

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.” 

“Trust me?” 

“Maybe.” 

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both. 

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?” 

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?” 

“Yes.” 

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings. 

“Okay.” 

“I’m sure it’s not bad.” 

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them. 

“My journal.” 

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life. 

“Oh, y/n. I-” 

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.” 

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.” 

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.” 

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.” 

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?” 

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so. 

“y/n? Here.” 

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note. 

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?” 

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.” 

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.” 

“Please. Let me distract you.” 

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.” 

“They wouldn’t mind?” 

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable. 

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.” 

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space. 

“Oh my god, you look amazing.” 

“ I just wanted you to smile.” 

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.” 

“That is an awful nickname.” 

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.” 

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?” 

“Got it. You go first.” 

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?” 

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.” 

“So you’re a control freak, got it.” 

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.” 

“That’s accurate.” 

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?” 

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.” 

“How are you so certain that its the truth?” 

“Well, it's my truth.” 

“Touche” 

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?” 

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?” 

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?” 

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.” 

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.” 

“Have you ever cheated on someone?” 

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?” 

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.” 

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?” 

“Please. Cheers.” 

“Okay y/n, I have a question.” 

“Yes?” 

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?” 

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.” 

“Do you still have feelings for them?” 

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.” 

“What about me?” 

“What about you?” 

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?” 

“Can I take a shot?” 

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.” 

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.” 

“You don’t?” 

“Nobody needs to know.” 

“I do.” 

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?” 

“No, like you.” 

“Wait.” 

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you’re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yeah. You can.” 

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once. 

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao. 

“Going somewhere?” 

“What?” 

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?” 

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.” 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?” 

“Sure, but come here quickly.” 

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower. 

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before. 

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.” 

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.” 

“Without saying goodbye?” 

“What?” 

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?” 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.” 

“Hah. Alright.” 

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.” 

“I’ll be sure to do that.” 

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

bonus:

note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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[sisosign2]

Babysitting With You 🤱 | Mike Wheeler x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Caught making out/performing explicit behaviour, implying having sex, mentions of slight bullying.

Summary: Y/n invites Mike over but forgets she was meant to babysit her little brother so he offers to help.

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"So... you're parents are out of town all day?" Mike asked with a smirk, sitting on the couch with her, she rolled her eyes. "Yes Mike, and no, we can't do what you're thinking of." She said, pushing his face away as he tried to kiss her. "Oh come on baby... pleaseee." He pleaded, kissing her hand, she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, we can kiss for a little while." She said, nearly being cut off as Mike practically slammed his lips into hers, his hands moving to her hips and lifting her onto his lap, her hands cupped his cheeks instinctively. Their lips locking together like two puzzles pieces, his fingers fiddled her her shirt, untucking it and reaching under it while she played with his hair and kissed back. He touched her back, causing it to arch and earning a gasp from her, accidentally allowing him access to her mouth. He tongue slipped in quickly, fighting hers while his hands tried to figure out exactly how one was to undo a bra hook, he worked away while trailing his kisses down her neck. Once undone he smashed his lips back against hers, wanting more, his hands cupping her breast. "What are you two doing?" Y/n's little brother chirped up, he had been sat next to them for what seemed like half of their makeout session. "Nothing! Nothing..." She said quickly, fixing her bra and his hair. "W-well... could you help me?" Her brother asked timidly, holding some crumpled paper. "What's this Dimples?" She asked, Mike couldn't help but smile, Y/n always called her brother cute things like Dimples, for the obvious reasons that is. Y/n looked at the paper and sighed. "Are you being made fun of at school?" She asked softly, placing her hand on his cheek, her brother nodded and turned away, clearly embarrassed. "Hey, hey, it's okay little guy, everyone gets made fun of at least once in their lives..." Mike said softly, patting his shoulder. "Yeah bud, I mean, Mike and I were made fun of all throughout middle school." She said softly, lifting him onto her lap. "But you two are like, the coolest people ever." Her brother said quietly, making them smile. "I guess it's hard to tell for some people." Mike said ruffling his hair. "What do you say... we make a batch of your favourite cookies?" Y/n said, trying to cheer her little brother up, her brother nodded happily and ran off to get something. "What's he doing?" Mike asked, Y/n turned to him and smiled. "Getting into his little chef outfit." Y/n said softly, standing up and leading him to the kitchen where she grabbed out the ingredients for cookies. They all made cookies, all ending up with flour all over their face and Mike even had cookie dough in his face from her brother putting it on his face, they were all laughing and having fun while making the cookies. Y/n picked up a bit of dough and wiped it onto the tip Mike's nose. "I feel like I'm getting ganged up on." Mike said teasingly, picking them up and spinning them around for a bit while they laughed, by the time the cookies were in the oven they were exhausted, Mike had went to clean his face and Y/n's brother went to get something upstairs. When Mike came out of the bathroom he was shot on the forehead with a toy arrow, Y/n's brother giggling as he saw Mike's face. Mike chased him around and picked him up pretending to beat him up while Y/n was laid on the carpet practically falling asleep.

[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Dark Fate - Maniac 07

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo is in her room. She has just finished the book she’s been reading and has been looking for something to do

Sayo: Haah…I’m bored…

(What to do…?)

-She rocks back and forth in her desk chair for a moment

(Hm…I haven’t done any baking in a while…Maybe I’ll go down to the kitchen…)

-She gets up and heads downstairs. She can hear Yui and Shin’s voices in the living room

(Yui sounds upset…What is Shin doing…?)

-She heads to the living room. They’re both sitting on the couch. Shin has a walnut in his hand

Sayo: What is going on…?

Shin: Hehe…The nutcracker broke as I was eating walnuts, so I told her to crack them for me. This foolish woman thought I would actually eat something that had been in her mouth. 

Yui: Uu…

Sayo: Seriously…? You don’t have to keep bullying her, Shin…

Shin: Her reactions are entertaining, though. What are you doing down here?

Sayo: Heading to the kitchen. 

Shin: Hm…Find me later then. 

Sayo: Haah…alright. 

-Shin gets up and leaves

Sayo: Are you alright?

Yui: Yes. It really wasn’t that bad. I tried to break the walnut shell but he laughed at me for trying and said what he told you. 

Sayo: That’s still rude…I can’t believe he would tell you to try to break it in the first place. That could have hurt your teeth. 

Yui: Fufu…the shells aren’t that hard. 

Sayo: Still…

Yui: You were going to the kitchen?

Sayo: Yes. 

Yui: I’ll join you. 

-Yui picks up the bowl of walnuts Shin left and follows Sayo to the kitchen

Yui: Are you going to cook something?

Sayo: No…I was bored, so I decided I would do some baking. I’m not sure what yet though. I don’t think I want to do anything too complicated…Maybe some cookies?

-Yui smiles and sets down the bowl of walnuts in front of her 

Yui: Why don’t you use some of these? Shin seemed to really enjoy them. He might like what you make if you use them. 

Sayo: …You think so? 

Yui: I do! Good luck! 

-Yui leaves the kitchen

(He likes walnuts, huh…? And Yui thinks I should make something he would like…)

Sayo: Haah…

(Guess it’s not a bad idea…Adding the walnuts into chocolate chip cookies would be easy enough…)

-Sayo gathers the ingredients she needs before beginning to make the cookies

*Timeskip*

-Sayo pulls the pan of cookies out of the oven

(Wow…They smell really good. I hope they taste as good as they smell.)

-She uses the spatula to get one off the pan so she can taste it

Sayo: Delicious…

(I hope he likes them…)

-She lets the cookies cool for a bit before putting them in a container so she can take them with her to Shin’s room. After she cleans up, she heads upstairs and knocks on his door

Shin: Come in.

Sayo: Hey. 

Shin: Hm…? Something smells good…What have you got with you? 

-Sayo holds out the container of cookies

Sayo: Here…They’re walnut chocolate chip cookies. I was baking when I was in the kitchen earlier. 

-He peers at them, looking intrigued

Shin: You made these? …Why did you decide to use walnuts? 

-Sayo’s cheeks flush. She refuses to meet his eyes

(I was hoping he wouldn’t ask that question…)

Sayo: …Yui said you liked them…

Shin: …

-He picks up a cookie to try. He doesn’t say a word until he finishes it

Shin: …Has anyone else had one? 

Sayo: No, not yet. 

-He grins 

Shin: Good. You made these for me, right? I’ll let you have some since you made them, but I don’t want you giving them to Nii-san or Yui. 

(I guess that means he likes them…I planned on sharing some with Yui, but I’m sure she’ll understand.) 

Sayo: Alright.

-He takes the container, setting it on his dresser

Shin: Come here. 

-She steps closer, and he pulls her into his arms

*kiss*

Shin: I didn’t realize you had such a cute side. You should show it to me more often. 

Sayo: I wasn’t trying to be cute…

Shin: And that’s why it’s cute. You should try one too. 

-He goes over to the container to get a cookie. Before she can say anything, he takes a bite and then kisses her

Sayo: …!

(H-He’s feeding me mouth to mouth?!)

-She swallows the piece of cookie as they separate. Her cheeks are flushed red

Shin: Good, right?

Sayo: Y-Yeah…

Shin: I want to have much more…of those lips of yours. 

Sayo: Eh…? Not the cookie?

Shin: I’ll have more of those later. Right now I want to taste more of you. 

-He pulls her closer

Sayo: H-Hey…!

Shin: Hehe…Pipe down and let me devour you.

-His lips lock with hers. She reaches up, lacing her fingers in his hair

Sayo: Nn…

(Honestly…He always wins…)

[mythica0]

Something nicer

🎂:The Loud House

🍫: Luanne

🧁:Siblings(implied/mentioned)

Summary: it’s April fools day again! Luanne’s favorite holiday! But after a talk with a friend a bit ago; she decides to go a different route this year.

A/N: the friend I’m mentioning is my OC Mary who is Luanne’s BFF.i know it’s nowhere near April fools day but I wanted to make this anyway. Also I added prank stuff that doesn’t exist because I can <3. hope you enjoy!

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‘April Fools is tommorow! I’m so excited!’ Luanne thought, bouncing on her heels. She’s been preparing for months!- she can’t wait to see the look on her family’s faces when they get pranked so hard!!

She was just about to go pick where she was going to place each prank- but then, she remembered a conversation with her friend Mary from a few weeks ago.

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“So, April fools day is coming up.” She said, cautiously at the lunch table one day at school.

“I know! I already have all the supplies ready! I’m so excited I could practically burst!!”

“I know, and I’m so happy for you! I know you love pranks and April fools day and I love that for you… but-“

She sighed and resigned herself. Luanne looked wide-eyed at her friend, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while now- don’t you think your pranks are a bit… mean?”

“I mean- of course they’re a little mean! Wouldn’t be much of a prank if you didn’t cause a little chaos!”

“That’s not what I mean- it’s just- a lot of your pranks are physically harmful, or, or cause property damage- that’s not very funny- it’s just mean. Pranks are supposed to be confusing and maybe a bit irritating, not painful or distressing.”

“Hmm. I’ve never thought about that. I love my family! I don’t want to hurt them… but… that’s the only way I know how to prank! I don’t want to give up my favorite holiday….” Luanne seemed disheartened, and looked down at the table.

“Well, some of your pranks are okay! How about you give me some prank examples you’ve pulled and I’ll tell you if they’re okay or if they’re too much.”

“Alright! Um- the time I wrapped my entire house with wrapping paper!”

“That’s okay! No one was hurt, and while it might’ve been annoying to clean up, nothing was damaged.”

“Hmm.. the time I poured bleach on Lucy’s clothes to turn them white!”

“Did you buy her a replacement? If so, that’s okay. If not- just do that in the future.”

“Okay! The time I put oil on the floor so someone would slip into the oven and left raccoons in there!”

“Nope. Too far. Whoever fell victim to that was probably covered in scratches and very sore from crashing into an oven. The idea of a slippery floor isn’t a bad one though!”

“Oo! That one time I cut holes in the floor boards so someone would fall through into jello!”

“Did you pay for the damage to the floors? Did you make sure the wood wouldn’t cut anyone?”

“No one was hurt! And the place was abandoned- no one lived or went there.

“Then that’s alright!” That conversation went on for a bit, and eventually Luanne asked Mary what she should do about this year. She already had her supplies and half of them might hurt people!

Mary made it clear that she’s not really an expert on pranks, but that it might be a good idea to lean into something else that she enjoyed that doesn’t cause pain. Luanne said she’d think about it and then moved on.

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“I should probably do that… I can’t believe I’ve been being a bully to my family for so long!” She whispered to herself. She decided to look through her prank supplies and see if she could scrounge up anything that wasn’t painful or harsh.

Lucky for her, she had forgotten that the day of that conversation she had ran to the store to get some more… friendly pranks.

With new , nicer supplies in hand, she went home to start set up.

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“Alright guys. We’re pretty much outta options. Nothing we’ve tried is working!” Lincoln spoke at a sibling meeting later that afternoon.

“We still have the option of sedating her.” Lisa piped from the other side of the room, holding an ominous looking needle in her hands.

“No, Lisa- we tried that remember? She just set up early! It’s like she always knows our plan!”

“Drats.”

“It’s not the best plan- but I think I have an idea.” Lana raised her hand.

“Maybe if we pretend it doesn’t bother us, she’ll stop? Yes it means we’ll have to endure this year and maybe next year too, but maybe she’ll get bored!”

“Good idea Lana! Alright guys, looks like that’s our best plan. We’re just going to have to endure.” A collective sigh went up in the room, but no direct protests.

———

Luanne woke up and stretched, getting down off her bed quietly. ‘This is going to be great! I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks!! Maybe they won’t be mad at me!’

She giggled a little and went to her secret hideout where she had monitors to watch the chaos, carful to avoid springing her own pranks.

This was going to be fun.

Later that day, when everyone woke up they steeled themselves. They had to act like nothing was bothering them, even though they were dreading every second of today.

The first prank of the day happened when Lisa stepped out of her room only to be met with a bucket full of cool water.

‘And it begins. You are not bothered, you are not bothered.’

“Ahh. A classic. I wonder what metal this bucket is made out of?”

Luanne lifted an eyebrow in her hideout. “No reaction? That’s odd… but hey, maybe they’ll still like my big twist!”

The next victim was Lori, who woke up to find her favorite formal dress painted and decorated with the text “APRIL FOOLS!” In macaroni attached to it. She wanted to yell, but breathed in and instead commented on the Clever decoration before moving the shirt to the side and continuing.

All of the family gathered in the living room: this wasn’t their first rodeo, they knew Luanne had a big dramatic something that was going to happen in three… two… one-

“Hello family!” Right on cue, Luanne’s monitor dropped from the ceiling, showing her smiling face In her classic jester chair.

“I have some lovely surprises waiting for you today! This year is a little different than my other April fools day plans.. but I would hate to spoil the surprise!”

Everyone was so shocked that they forgot they were supposed to be acting like they didn’t care. She said different. Usually she says more intense or something like that. But never different. They looked to eachother with concern.

“Have fun! I know I will! Muahhahaha!” Luanne’s monitor slipped back into the ceiling.

“What? Just cause I’m not being too intense anymore doesn’t mean I can’t still lean into the “pranking evil genius” role! Geez.” Luanne spoke to mister coconuts.

The family was nervous now. How were they supposed to act nonchalant when Luanne just dropped that bombshell on them! But, they went about their day anyway.

The next prank brought upon the knowledge of the twist. Lola stepped into the kitchen, only to trigger a trip wire that pulled her into the air, stuck in place. She pepared for a punch to the gut or a mouse trap or something- but instead was met with giggles. Her own giggles.

“ whaahahat thehehe?” She looked up to see feathers swirling along her sides and underarms. “Eehee! Thahahat tihihihickles!”

The monitor dropped down again.

“Thats the point! I see you’ve found the twist!”

The family gasped. “So that’s what you meant by different? Tickling?”

“Yup! I thought about it- and this way- no one gets hurt!”

“Eheehahaha! Wehehell ihihis thihihis thihihing gohohona lehehet mehehe dohohown!”

“Yup! It will after about 5 minutes. Enjoy!” Luanne giggled and winked at her.

The next victim was Lincoln.

After the twist was discovered , the family forgot all about their plan and turned the day into a game. Lincoln ran outside, only to slip on one thing into some pillows on a tree, which then caused a strange glitter-like substance to fall on him.

The next thing he knew, his whole torso was bursting with ticklish shockwaves, causing him to burst into laughter and clutch his stomach. This action caused the glitter to get on his hands and arms- starting to tickle them,too.

“Poor, ticklish Lincoln. I see you found my giggle glitter! Isn’t it wonderful?” Another screen popped down from the tree.

Lincoln was belly laughing and kicking his feet in ticklish glee. “Hahahahaaa thahahat tihihihickles sohohoho muhuhuch ahahaha!!”

“Good! Cause there’s more where that came from! Muahaha!”

Meanwhile, Lucy went into her room and hid in her coffin. ‘I’ll be safe in here.’ She thought, only to be startled by a bunch of soft, pillow-like robotic hands reaching towards her. ‘Oooor not..’ then the hands made contact, squeezing and poking Lucy gently. “Pfftahaha! Dahahang ihihit luahahahanne!”

“Oh! I’m so glad you found my little poking pillow hands! Do you like them?”

“Wahahahahat? Nohohoho wahahahay!”

“Don’t lie to me~ you totally do.”

“S-shuhuhut uhuhup!” Lucy flushed, which was very noticeable on her pale face that she then covered up.

This went on and on(with some normal pranks in there too- Leni got a pie in the face)

Lisa got trapped in a machine that trapped her in laughter for 10 minutes.

Lynn’s shoes had automatic feathers in them

Lana fell in peanut butter which caused Charles to lick it off her

Luna found another giggle glitter prank.

Lori ran into some robot bugs(where did Luanne get all these robots?)

Lenny’s belt started to vibrate on her belly

So on, so forth

At dinner, Luanne left her hideout, making her way to the house. When she opened the door, her family all greeted her at her table- but instead of glaring or mumbling about revenge.. they were smiling. ‘Perfect.’ Thought Luanne. ‘This might just be my best April fools day ever.’

“Hey, there’s our little prankster! Care for some tacos?” Their dad spoke, finishing setting the table.

Luanne smiled brightly. “Absolutely!”

They are together and laughed and talked like any other day of the year, and after dinner was over Luanne pulled something out of her pocket and walked up to Lori.

“Hey Lori, I wanted to give you this.” In her hands was a folded dress, exactly alike to the one that Luanne had *ahem*.. decorated.

“You- you got me another one?” Lori seemed surprised.

Luanne hesitated and looked down. “Yeah.. to replace the one I ruined.”

“Y’know Luanne? I don’t know why you switched it up this year, but I’m glad you did. This years April fools has actually been…. Fun. The most fun April fools I’ve ever had. Thank you.” Luanne teared up a bit and the two embraced each other, followed by the rest of the family shortly after.

“I could tell you why I changed it up!” She reached towards the table for a leftover tortilla shell. “I think I’m ready to taco bout it! Hahaha!”

Luanne smiled and felt so warm and happy.

‘I’m glad too, Lori. I’m so happy I did something nicer’

———THE END————————————————

[cream0fwheat1998]

Of Mean & Mice (Dark! Rafe Cameron x reader) 2

NONCON, BULLYING, DRUGS (probably)

Summary: Y/n thought the nightmare was over. Over a week later, Rafe and his pals find her again during the closing shift of her job. Just what exactly does aggressive, entitled man want with her?

Y/n ran to Sarah's room as tears fled from her eyes. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do to Sarah, hit, scream or just run away from her; but all of that could wait with Rafe Cameron, her rapist, just down the hall.

When she reached Sarah's door, her feet met with a stiff force. Looking down, was Y/n's overnight bag sitting outside. The door to Sarah's room was locked but she could her music and girls laughing.

It was like a headache; the little fuzzies filling her brain until the reality weighed her down.

It was all planned from the start.

Y/n gathered her belongings and dashed toward the stairs and once she reached the front door, she glanced back and at the top of the steps was Rafe Cameron leaning against the stair rails.

He tipped an invisible hat at her; it was enough to make her puke while escaping to the pitch-blackness of the late night hours.

One Week Later

Y/n begged her mother to let her go with her mother and dad to a hospital (in a different state) for his next operation but they didn't want her to go and make her miss school. The truth was, no amount of medicine or surgeries seemed to make her dad better and they were pushing Y/n away from the inevitable; that his time was soon and they were too heartbroken to admit it.

She was alone again but this time she wouldn't be going over anyone's house or even stopping to talk with another person on her way out the door.

Y/n checked her phone, "An hour left." She made a mental note and slid it back in her pocket.

In a state of tiresome, repetitive chores, Y/n smiled at the thought of going home and tossing something in the oven for dinner. She swept the backroom of her restaurant while the front house chattered about their plans for after close.

A bell rings at the opening of the entrance to the shop and a shuffle of several different voices boomed in. I could hear our hostess groan, telling the newly arrived customers that the kitchen closes soon and we're out of some ingredients so we cant make everything on the menu.

"Well we're hungry so too bad. We'll just have what you have left and keep a low profile.'' A young man voiced.

After putting my cleaning supplies away, I walked to the exit of the backroom to see through the small window on the door a group of young men sitting in the nearest booth but a certain light brunet/blonde stood out.

The thought of everything caused Y/n's heart beat to increase; the speed made her stomach turn and the feeling that if her heart went any faster, it'd rip itself out of her chest.

Y/n's hands met the sides of her head as she slid down the cold, metal door. There was teeth biting into her shoulders, hair pulled and hips grabbed with such force that she's sure she still has a handprint on her skin.

And none of it was meant in the way she'd desired to have with somebody, one day. But now her fears of not doing well on her finals and the cosmic level of stress caused by her fathers' illness was semi-replaced with running into a handsome devil who cared for no one except himself.

She heard him and his buddies laugh. All she felt was shame and guilt from something that wasn't her fault while the man responsible for the damage was hanging out with his pals and laughing as if he'd never done anything wrong, ever.

Her shoulders slumped at the thought that he was so cruel that all he really did want from her sex and instead of asking her, he took the biggest piece-of-shit way to get there.

There was something bittersweet about this realization; that sex really was all he wanted and now that he'd gotten it, he wouldn't bother her anymore.

With an ounce of courage, Y/n lifted herself off the ground and secured her purse of her shoulder. She'd walk out there, say goodbye to her coworkers and leave for the day. She would tell them that she doesn't feel well and she'd disciplined for leaving a bit early, then so be it.

Y/n took a deep breath, prepared to walk into the lion's den and pay no mind to the monster thats an arms' length away from her.

She pushed on the door (with a little more force than intended) and strut out to the front of the store. Behind her, she felt the heat of several pairs of eyes and the sound loud whispers.

"Rafe, is that the girl?" One boy says pointing behind his back.

Rafe glanced from his fries to the girl who was obviously trying to runaway from him. There were many things in his head; and the pouty lips and wet eyes of the woman he forced into bed with him days earlier occupied most of his thoughts.

He smirked to save face, "Yeah. Bro let me tell you she's actually quite the slut. It's always the quiet ones you've gotta look out for." Rafe said, throwing a french fry at Topper like it was an airplane.

Kelce and Topper laughed out loud while Y/n picked up her pace and fled out the restaurant doors'. She didn't say goodbye to anyone.

15 minutes down the road, Y/n let out a cold sigh of relief. She saw her breath in the cold, midnight air and regretted not bringing a thicker jacket.

The sound of tires screeching against the uneven pavement of the road and bright lights that shone from behind her meant a car was coming and probably driven by someone who cares not for legal speeds.

Though Y/n got out of the way; she realized she didn't need to when the car started to slow down, following her. She looked back but in the blackness of the night she couldn't tell who was driving or what kind of car it was. The lights were too much and she turned back and kept walking away.

The car's wheels ran slowly; the driver was purposefully matching her speed. In a moment of a absent courage; Y/n took off down the road at full speed hoping to lose the stalker.

The car sped up, but not enough to run her down. It was clear they weren't gonna stop and Y/n didn't know what else to do but make a detour into the woods next to her. There were no houses or buildings to run too. She was on her own; as if that wasn't typical of her already.

While dashing through the chilly, dark woods, y/n heard the door of the car close and a shuffle of running behind her. Deep in the back of the mind, she knew who following her and she admitted to herself she rather take her chances with a serial killer.

"Can you just stop fucking running already!" Rafe screams.

Y/n knew her legs wouldn't keep up for much longer but exhaustion from running from her rapist was worth it. He would not have her tonight.

"Goddammit Y/n talk to me please! It doesn't matter how far you run or who you get to protect you; believe that I'll get you. Always!" Rafe yelled, stopping to catch his breath at a tree.

Looking back was y/n's mistake because she flew to the ground, landing chin first on cold, crunchy leaves. She used her strength to hold herself up and looked back at the large root she stumbled on and couldnt help but give it a bitter kick.

She tried to get up but realized she must of hurt her ankle when it stretched in pain; causing her to yelp aloud. The stinging chill of the night air kept her tears at bay. But she was shaking and cursed herself, knowing she'd need help to get up.

Rafe strode over to the helpless female; feeling like a warrior who fought for a prize and won. He shook his head at the distraught woman that hasn't left his mind since taking her those few days ago.

He bent down to meet her eyes and thumbed her cheek. "You are so precious. It's really cute that you thought you could get away from me." He said, wiping away some of the moisture under her eyes.

Y/n growled and threw a fruitless slap at him. Rafe just chuckled. "Come on pretty girl, you arent tough and you know it. If you really wanted to keep me away you should have bought a gun or just not leave your house. It's that simple."

Though y/n was ashamed for giving up, her ankle needed to be looked at and Y/n need warmth.

Rafe knew this by watching her shiver. This was the part of control he adored; he got to decide if she got help and what type of help she'd get. He was willing to give her all of it, if she behaves, that is.

"Alright pretty, enough games for tonight. How does an ice pack for your ankle sound? And then to bed at the Cameron house. I'm sure my bed is better than whatever shit-shack you live in." Rafe picked her up, ignoring the half-attempted pleas for him to release girl.

"Shh shhh. It's okay. You've got me now and I'll take care of you. For a price. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Rafe buckled in the silent girl, the fear radiating off her from the violent way she shook.

Y/n didn't want to admit it, but she was scared of Rafe Cameron. The smile he gave her mean he could feel it too. He loved it.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Flying/Dream to Believe (2 parter) (TW: mention of gore/fighting/rage/bullying/smoking)(mostly sfw)

@gea-chan96 Here you go!!! Not sure if I did it justice, but this is what I ended up coming up with. There will be a second part soon where your request is actually fulfilled 🤪.

Part One.

I’m late again, which makes sense. Ever since mom took the job at the hospital, she’s been getting home at 8:15 and practice starts at 8. 

I don’t wanna give her grief about it, though. I see how tired she is and I love her a lot.

Shoving my worn bag off my shoulders and onto the stage, I look around to see where Ms. Stoller is - rotten luck, she’s starring right at me, eyes narrowed and mouth lined into a scowl. 

Well, that’s my first goal for today, then; un-pissing off my teacher. 

I walk up, sheepish and rubbing the back of my neck, baby hairs getting caught in my fingers and tangling at the base of my scalp. 

“Uh, sorry, Ms. Stoller, I-“

She sighs, disappointment heavy and devastating in her eyes. “Y/n, this is the third time you’ve been late this week. This responsibility is meant to teach you discipline, not further your obstinance.”

I cringe. “It’s just my mom, she-“

She holds up her hand. “You can give me all the excuses you want, but until you can show me commitment, you’ll have to extend your time with us.”

She motions for me to go, and I do, setting to work on cleaning up after the gymnasts and refilling the chalk cauldron as it empties. 

I help stabilize the girls as they practice, holding waists and legs and hands and not minding the sticky smell of sweat and old perfume.

Most of them have gotten so used to me that they actively seek my assistance with routines, now. I’m broad shouldered and plump and tough for a girl - the one in class who always volunteers when teachers say they need “strong guys” for something - and the thinner girls know I can hold them steady and help lift them.

It’s nice to be relied on, even if some of them whisper about me when they think I’m not listening or laugh at me when I stumble and fall over divots in the mats. I’m used to it, though, and I have a strong backbone that my grandpa says I got from him. 

This particular rainy fall day - maybe it’s the weather making them ornery - Stacy and Leah are out for blood. 

I don’t think I’ve turned around or made a tiny mistake once without one of them rolling their eyes or scoffing at me or whispering something to the other. It’s revving me up, skin prickling in the way it does before I punch something - or someone, which is how I landed here on my weekends, anyway.

So, I’m trying to avoid them, but they must take that as a threat or challenge or something, because they start actively insulting me out loud. They remind me of chihuahuas, specifically Sam, the little guy in the down town pet shop who doesn’t need a reason to bite your heel and make you bruise. 

Nah, I shouldn’t insult chihuahuas like that. Leah and Stacy aren’t cute like Sam, they’re more like evil porcelain dolls - the kind that the puppet master would make if he valued magazine beauty more than the grotesque and macabre.

My breaking resolve - the only thing keeping my fist from contacting a mouth - almost snaps in half when Stacy “accidentally” spills my freshly refilled powder on the floor. All of it, stark white and glittery, lies there taunting me, and the oven in my chest surges hotter.

Her and Leah laugh for what feels like minutes, and I know I have to get out of here. To avoid hurting something, I have to run. As far away as possible. Down the empty hallways, out the double doors, onto the football field. 

I slip on the dewy fake grass and my face implants into the ground, knocking some of the rage out of me along with my breath. 

High pain tolerance coming in handy, I roll over with an ache blooming fresh and dull behind my forehead, sigh, and stare up at the cloudy grey sky. 

I’m never getting out of this. I’ll never have a weekend to myself again. Not that I did anything fun or productive with them to begin with.

Mr. Barr, the guidance counselor, says I should join something like Karate or Judo to displace my rage, but how can I if I’m stuck doing Ms. Stoller’s dirty work for the rest of the semester? 

I tear pieces of sharp, synthetic grass out of the ground, making my fingertips sore and red, not really trying that hard to get myself standing so I can go back in, but then I hear hushed laughing.

Shit. I bolt up, ass taking the full brunt of the grass’s moisture, pants soaking through. I look around, not seeing a person, but, instead, a fat, billowy cloud of smoking floating up and dissipating in the atmosphere. 

Come to think of it, I also smell cigarettes. I scrunch my nose. It’s awful, like hot tar and rubber, and I’m about to leave just so I don’t have to inhale it - so much for my alone time - when a face peaks around from behind the bleachers, grinning at me.

As soon as the floating head appears, it’s gone, pulled back in by its companion - because these dummies never go anywhere without one another - and hushed, arguing whispers ensue.

I sigh, start walking away, already too annoyed to deal with the two stooges, but the call of my name gets me to stop and turn. 

“Hey, y/n,” Tommy says, fully out in the open, hair damp and clinging to his head, probably because he’s been out here in the rain for a while. “Uh, please don’t tell anyone?” 

I wave him off. “It’s whatever.”

“What did she say?” Leo pops out, dragging on his white stick and puffing smoke from his nose like a dragon, grinning like an idiot. 

Tommy groans and growls, grabs the cig from him and puts it out on his shoe. He pushes the shorter man on the chest and makes him stumble back. “You freaking idiot! Put that shit away!” 

They’re kinda funny in a really annoying way. I can’t fight the smile on my face even if I try super hard, so I just let it happen. 

Tommy looks back to me, still with a crimson flush darkening his sun ripened skin. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to bug you..”

“I mean, you were here first.” I shrug and kick the greenery.

Leo nods, agreeing with me, but also blushing. “Yeah, we were.”

Tommy clotheslines him in the stomach, and Leo groans and falls back. I can’t help but find this slapstick routine hilarious, and a tiny giggly hiccup plops out of me as Leo glares at both of us. 

Tommy gives me a lop sided grin that’s oddly charming. “Hey,” he says, “you wanna hang out with us?”

I thumb behind me at the school. “Uh, I would, but I gotta get back to practice.” 

Is it just me, or does his face droop a little like that sad brown hound dog on morning cartoons?

“Skip it,” Leo shrugs. “Who wants to hang out with some weird contortionist freaks, anyway.”

Tommy glares at him. “Hey, man, if she says she needs to be somewhere, that’s final.”

I look from one to the other, and find myself really wanting to hang out with them despite my commitments and better judgements. Sure, Tommy’s a womanizer, and Leo’s a prick, but they’re fun in an insufferable way. 

It wouldn’t be so bad, maybe, to have friends. A purposeful grin is finally allowed to split my mouth. “Yeah, I’ll join you.” 

Their hangout is two broken benches under the bleachers. As soon as we duck under, it starts to rain again, and I take this as a sign that maybe I am supposed to be here with them. 

Leo lights up another cigarette with a match stick, and hands it to me after taking a lung full. 

Tommy snatches it from him. “She’s a girl, Leo. Be respectful.” 

I roll my eyes, and grab the cigarette from Tommy, who looks surprised enough to make me laugh out loud. 

“Girls can smoke,” I say, and take a long drag. Way too long, way too much. Smoke infiltrates my inner organs and I start choking and sputtering and wheezing. Maybe girls can’t smoke. Maybe our lungs are too small, like Mr. Butler says in 5th period science class.

Doesn’t matter if we can or can’t, because I am never doing this shit again. 

Every part of my insides feels flayed and charred like hot dogs on the grill, and I can’t stop hacking.

Leo ends our game of musical cigarette and grabs the stick back. “Maybe girls really can’t smoke.”

“Nah,” Tommy says, patting me on the back absently, “James did this, too, the first time. And then Annie didn’t do it.” He taps his finger on his chin, contemplative. “I think it has something to do with how much you take in at once.”

Leo plops down on the bench, puffing. “Yeah, yeah, smart guy.” 

Tommy shrugs. “I��m just sayin’.”

After I’m done choking on leftover lung fire, I sit on the opposite bench and wipe tears off my face. “Why’re you guys out here on a weekend?”

“Well, think about it,” Tommy says, “this is the least likely place someone will look for us.”

“Tell her the other reason,” Leo says, a no good grin forming around his cigarette. 

Tommy runs a hand through thick brown hair, shameful, shifting onto his other foot. “We watch the girls practice gymnastics. Sometimes.”

“You help, don’t you?” Leo asks me.

Shoulda figured. Boys. All the same. 

“Seems you already know that, Leo,” I quip, leaning both elbows back on the soggy table and trying to sound uninterested and unaffected despite looking at them both a little differently now.

“You think Stacy would go out with me?” Leo asks. 

Tommy glares at him. “Dude, she doesn’t wanna talk about her job-“

“Not a job,” I sigh. “You have to get payed for it to be that.” 

They both cringe, showing some empathy. I appreciate that whether they’re being genuine or not.

“Oh, that’s what you got?” Leo asks. “For punching Nate in the face and breaking his cheekbone?”

It’s my turn to blush. “You know about that?”

“Uh, duh,” says Leo, “you think anyone can stop talking about it?” 

“Why’d you hit him, anyway?” Tommy asks, taking a seat beside Leo. 

“I’d rather not say.” 

Leo scoffs. “Well, June says it was because he was making fun of those homeless, smelly kids on your bus. Which, no offense, but, seems like a bit of an overreaction.”

Tommy grabs his jacket sleeve. “Leo, you either learn not to be an asshole or shutup, because next time you say dumb shit, I’m gonna punch you.”

“He was trying lift her skirt up to see how dirty she was under it, and the bus driver was doing nothing,” I tell him, trying to calm myself with the guidance counselor’s methods. 

Tap your fingers, count backward from 20, try to focus on what you can see and hear and feel rather than your emotions. It works like a wet bandaid.

“Oh… shit.” Leo looks at the ground. 

“What a dick,” Tommy tuts, “you should’ve gotten an award, instead.” 

“The award was my fist meeting his pretty boy face and taking him out of football for the season,” I shrug. 

“Hold on,” Tommy says, looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. He narrows his eyes. “You’re sort of a… badass, aren’t you?”

“Hey, yeah,” Leo agrees, perking up. 

I look away, not used to praise and wanting to reject it. Calling me a badass is way too much of a compliment. I’m more like an out of control raging bull, as my father affectionately says. 

We talk for a little longer, and it feels easy to get along with them. Despite being huge perverts, and kind of pathetic, I find myself fitting in and being entertained. Misfits and degenerates, we eventually come together, I guess, much to the dismay of every normal person. 

Tommy teaches me how to do a trick where you press against a wall with your arm, keep your feet planted, lean back, and then try to press again but can’t reach. 

Leo shows both of us how to exhale white, pillowy smoke from your mouth and inhale it back into your nose.

Tommy asks me to arm wrestle him, and I lose horribly, which I just know inflates his already massive ego to an eldritch degree. 

I win against Leo, but that’s not much of a confidence boost. 

We take turns telling the freakiest, goriest stories we know. Leo’s is the best, captivating Tommy and I from start to finish and probably making it so neither of us will sleep without the light on for a week. 

I’m actually sad when it’s time for them to go. We’re all damp and cold and probably look like a gang of wet dumpster cats up to no good, but I wouldn’t mind staying that way if it means I can hang out with these goons longer. And, I have almost entirely forgotten about slamming Stacy’s and Leah’s heads into concrete until I see brains.

Plus, Tommy notices I’m only in a thin sweater and drapes his bulky coat around me, and for a minute I kind of feel like one of the girls that fall victim to his charms.

I try to give it back, and we engage in a wrestling match that’s the opposite of tug of war. Even still, by the end of it we’re laughing so hard that I’m wheezing like I took another hit of the tobacco. 

Practice is already over when I go in to collect my bag from the stage, but Ms. Stoller is waiting for me in her office. She’s filing papers, little spectacles perched on her dainty nose, and barely looks up at me as she talks. 

“This is not how you show that you are reformed, y/n.” 

I actually do feel pretty sorry, only because Ms. Stoller isn’t awful and she has a way of earning respect from her pupils that leads to certain devastation in her disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Stoller.”

She sighs and takes her glasses off. “Why don’t you join?” She finally looks at me, which is the wrong time to do so because my face is contorted in disgust and fear.

I would be less appalled if she started calling me names and spitting at me.

“What?”

“Join gymnastics,” she suggests, almost casually. 

Casually.

Like that wouldn’t be the end of my already 3/4ths dead self confidence. 

“Ms. Stoller, thanks but I-“

“It would be a good way for you to exercise and let some tension off. And we’d start you slow. I think you’d do well. Plus, then you wouldn’t have to be forced to do all the grunt work.”

I only blink at her like she’s lost her head.

“Just think about it,” she tells me, ignoring my resistance, going back to paperwork. “And let me know tomorrow at some point.” 

She dismisses me. 

[random-chaotic-bitch]

Dincember - Prompt 6 - Sweet

Warnings: family fluff, mentions of bullying

Marin wiped the sweat from her brow as she slumped into the nearest chair. “How can one batch of cookies be so damn problematic?!”

She glared at the oven, before relaxing slightly. “And now, I have fifteen minutes before those come out. Whatever shall I do with this time?”

She looked around the empty kitchen before sighing resignedly. “The dishes. I’m gonna do the karking dishes.”

Fifteen minutes later, Marin had finished the dishes and the cookies were done. She pulled them out of the oven and grinned. “Perfectly done. Now to set these out to cool, and then we’re done.”

Marin started cleaning up the rest of the kitchen, and before long, the front door buzzed open. “We’re home!”

Marin smiled as she walked out to greet her husband, children, and niece. “Hey! How was school?”

Alina grinned. “Alisha and I had fun today!”

Alexi winced. “I had less fun today.”

Marin frowned. “Oh? What happened?”

The fourteen-year-old held up his arm, which had a large bandaid covering his elbow. “A kid pushed me pretty hard.”

Alina piped up brightly. “And then I punched a kid really hard!”

Alisha grinned. “And then I kicked a kid in the nuts really hard.”

Marin shook her head bemusedly. “Was this kid’s name Jax?”

Alexi nodded. “I don’t understand why he hates me so much.”

Alisha groaned. “Lex, he thinks you’re gay. Jax is the most homophobic kid in our grade.”

Alexi frowned at his cousin. “But I’m not gay.”

Alisha laughed. “Yeah, we know. But Jax thinks you are, because his small pea-sized brain interprets hanging out with girls and not liking sports as gay, when it really means absolutely nothing at all.”

Din and Marin locked eyes, and an unspoken message passed between them. “Well, how about something to make the day a little better, hm?”

Alina looked up at her mother. “Like what?”

Marin grinned. “Follow me.”

She led them into the kitchen, where the cookies sat on the wire cooling racks. The kids cheered. “Cookies!!”

Marin held up a hand. “Two each. No more than that, okay?”

The kids nodded, grabbing their cookies and running to the family room to work on their homework. Din smiled, but his face fell when the kids had left. “The school still won’t discipline that kid?”

Marin shook her head. “I tried. Apparently his parents are on the school board, so the school refuses to do shit.”

Din sighed. “I hate to leave for Mandalore when this is what’s going on here.”

Marin nodded. “I know, I know. We’ll be okay here, though. Maria and Jackson will help too, and Grogu is waiting for you back there. Don’t worry too much. Worst case scenario, I break out the Nevi card.”

Din winced. “I hate the idea of you revealing yourself as a former Avenger.”

Marin smiled sadly. “I do too, but if it means protecting the kids, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Din took a bite of a cookie, smiling. “And that’s what makes you an amazing mother, cyar’ika.”

Marin grinned. “Grazie, amore.”

She looked into her husband’s face, spotting a smear of chocolate just over his lip. “Here, you’ve got something.”

She kissed him with a grin, and laughed as she pulled away. “There. All better.”

Din smiled, pulling Marin into a hug. “What am I going to do with you, mesh’la?”

Marin grinned impishly. “Hm, I’m not sure.”

A laugh came from the other room, and then a thud. Marin and Din looked at one another and sighed. “Oh boy.” “Here we go again.”

Again, not exactly on theme, but I think it works!