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[thebearer]

carmy/reader, carmy gets jealous

“No, you gotta do it like this.”

Carmen turned the corner, seeing in front of you, spoon in hand, flicking a grape off the spoon and catching it in his mouth flawlessly.

“See? All in the wrist flick.” Gary grinned triumphantly, chewing the grape. “You try.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna do this right.” You grinned, shaking your head. “What if it, like, lodges down my throat?”

Gary shrugged, nodding towards the poster on the wall. “I got the choking thing right there. Someone in here might be certified probably. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully,” You repeated, rolling your eyes. “That’s reassuring.” You lined your hand up anyways, letting the spoon bounce off your wrist before the grape flew, hitting your right between your brows.

"Oh my God!" You laughed, rubbing the spot it hit, bending to pick up the grape. "How the fuck-"

Gary laughed, grabbing onto the side of the counter, hand clutching his stomach. "I don't know how you did that, but I would pay my whole month's salary to see that again." He laughed, his laugh infectious, sending you into your own giggles.

Carmen could feel his chest tighten, that familiar rigidness in his spine. A burning fury of a heat that burned so hot it felt icy.

The rational whisper in his head told him this was just two acquaintances being nice, being friendly. Nothing more. Carmen would've been alright with that if it was anyone else. Anyone other than you.

"Yo," Carmen's voice was cutting and mean, made you both jump. "You finish loading the plates?"

"Nah, I was-"

"-Wasting produce? My time?" Carmen sneered, arms crossing over his chest.

Your eyes squinted lightly. Was he flexing right now? "It's my fault, Carm. I was trying to get the grapes and I couldn't reach them."

"So you flung them at each other? The fuck is that?" Carmen huffed.

You glared at him, cheeks flashing in embarrassment. "We were just messin' around, Carmen."

"Yeah, when there's things to do. Go do 'em." Carmen nodded towards Gary, satisfied with his mumbled "yes, chef" when he walked away. "If you're gonna be distracting, then you need to just go in the office."

You flinched in shock, blinking at Carmen. "What- Who are you talking to right now?" You scoffed. "I do not work for you, Carmen, you don't get to talk to me like that."

"Yeah, well you're here in my restaurant, distracting my staff." Carmen retaliated, stomping behind you to the office.

"What is the matter with you?" You hissed, shutting the door behind the two of you. "Richie and I were having a fucking origami napkin folding contest twenty minutes ago but the grapes set you off?" You huff, watching his face for a reaction. Carmen's fist only balled, jaw set and cheeks red.

"If you didn't want me here, then why the fuck did you tell me to come?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I wanted you here with me." Carmen snapped before he could stop himself.

"I am with you, Carmen. You were busy and told me to get a snack, and that's what I did! I asked Gary-" You paused, catching the slightest tick in his expression, cutting eyes and lips pursing at the mention.

Your brows lifted, no longer furrowed with anger. "Oh?" You quipped, biting back the toothy grin fighting it's way through. "Oh, please, don't tell me you're jealous."

"I am not-"

"-You totally are!" You pointed at him. "Why? Why the fuck would you be jealous? Are you out of your mind?"

"'m not jealous." It was a petulant mumble, arms crossed over his chest and eyes darting around to look anywhere but yours.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced." You giggled lightly, arms wrapping around his torso over his folded arms. "Why are you jealous? Because I'm throwing grapes with Sweeps? C'mon, Carm, what is this fifth grade?"

"It's not funny." Carmen knew you were right, but he wouldn't admit that. His pride was still sore, pouty at the thought that you shared your laugh with someone who isn't him.

"Well, I can promise you, you've got no competition." You hum, straddling his lap on the small couch. "He's a pretty good grape flinger, I'll give him that, but I think you got way better qualities than that, Carmy."

"Yeah?" Carmen muttered, hands relenting to move down your hips. "What?"

You bit back a snicker, smoothing a hand over his curls instead. "Hm, let's see. Maybe the fact that you're sweeter, or cuter, or the fact that you're my boyfriend." Your nose pressed to his gently. "C'mon, Carm, you know I don't want anyone else. You're prefect to me."

Carmen's heart swelled, hoping you couldn't feel the way his cheeks got hot at your words. "Promise?"

"Promise." You muttered, letting your lips glide over his, hands sliding through his hair.

[prettypei]

plot: satosugu bf headcanons (seperately); fluff!

reader: gn! Reader

parings: highschool! geto, gojo

warnings:none?? I don’t think so

(a/n): SUGURU ON THE MIND!!!! esp after that new ep gawd damn

✰GOJO

HES SUCH A LOSER BF

like you knew it from the way he asked you out

he planned to ask you out by making a cake that said "date me?" on it

he thought it was romantic

but gojo srsly cant cook

he even though he really likes sweets he cant even fry an egg so the cake turned out something like... imagine the worst cake possible with frosting everywhere and the message on top of the cake is unreadable and the cake is a weird brown color? yeah its like that

you agreed to go out with him anws

if you ever get in a fight hes definitely pullin up to fight with you, no matter how wrong you are

"cats are dogs" "yea they're basically animals so they're the same!"

will ask to copy homework EVERY. SINGLE TIME.

he claims that he trusts you like you grades vould be going downhill and he would still borrow urs

is the type of person to accidentally copy the name too

such a virgin everyone says he's a major f-boy but in reality he has never felt another person touch him romantically

he gives you goofy grins whenever he does sth stupid (and when he does it's mostly bc he wants to see you laugh)

calls you the most ridiculous pet names "sugar bby pookie bear"

also likes referring to you as candies like he called you liquorice one time???

has a habit of applying lip gloss... like A LOT.

"can I kiss u babe" "yeah lemme put on lip gloss rq" *proceedes to spend 10 whole minutes smacking his lips and applying lip gloss*

really big on pda hes suuupperrrr into it, but he'll tone it down if you're uncomfortable

if ur into it tho? he kisses you every two secs

TAKES THE WORST DATING ADVICE EVER FROM THE TRIO

"guys where shld I bring (name) on a date?" "Bring her to a sewer, that way they'll be scared and hug you."-geto "idk a therapist?"-shoko (in the end you were just grossed out, but he somehow makes it sweet and wholesome at the same time?)

✰GETO

he texts you a lot of memes (I'm sure this is widely agreed throughout the fandom lol)

doesn't hug you a lot in public but he does wrap his arm around your shoulder

he wouldn't be reallyyyy affectionate but if you are he'll accept your hugs with a little smile

he likes my melody more than kuromi

his love language is quality time, sometimes you'll spend dates just lounging out on the couch and doing nothing. However, he thinks it's much nicer than just being by himself

really great memory, he notices those small details about you that no one else does, or even the ones you're unaware of like when you always fold a napkin when you're at a restaurant yk hes cute like that

asks the weirdest questions ever: "do you think I'm a squirrel or a chipmunk?" respond with "I think you're an idiot" QUICK!!!

he gets super moody when his hair ties are missing, he has a whole bag of them at his dorm

allows you to give him silly hairstyles when he's sleepin <3

loves truth or dare and 20 questions

has a weird obsession with puzzles and he likes it if he’s piecing one together with you

he also gets competitive without knowing. Like even with you if you guys are at an arcade and you win him at basketball hoops he’s bitter

”let’s do it again I was not ready” “you said that 5 times and I still won” “NO”

he believes in astrology stuff

is more emotionally attracted to people than physically

he may come off as cold but he just doesn’t express as much as gojo

he sometimes paints (mostly watercolor) and a lot of them are of you or are inspired by you <333

MY POOKIE!!! Free my man he did nothing wrong!!!!

[arachnoia]

gone ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o'hara x fem! reader

a/n: i think that atp, im just a miguel o’hara writer (not that im complaining but gimmie requests pls !! theyre open on my acc !!) this is also a drabble ive been wanting to write because i��ve always wanted to write angst (well tbh idk what this is?) but wasn’t sure how to? lowkey i want this to be a story that isn’t just a one shot but lmk if you guys want more of this? im just trying stuff out!

pt2 - ‘holy shock’ pt 3- ‘finally’

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out...”

The beautiful city stunned you as you stood on top of a random building, breathing in its modern, refreshing look.

It kind of took your breath away, contradictory to what you just told yourself a few seconds ago.

You barely finished another mission as your universe’s one and only Spider-Silk. Was it tiring? Hell yes, no doubt. But you never took a moment to actually admire Earth-928’s Nueva York, where Spider Society headquarters was located. Nueva York was also the place where you were if it wasn’t fighting crime and going to grad school in your own universe’s New York.

You usually swing to the top of a business building, a little bit far from Spider Society headquarters. It was quiet and peaceful. It was your thinking place where you could release any emotions you wanted to spill when you couldn’t anywhere else since you can’t really spill your emotions if you were to be taken seriously.

Plus, the one person who you expressed your deepest emotions, is gone.

As you simply stared into space while remembering the feeling you felt this morning.

You noticed some tears gathering at the outside corners of your eyes. Your eyelids began to droop, and you began to sob quietly as your chest hurt from, what some call “heartbreak”.

To be completely honest though, it was just melancholy and depression from what happened hours prior.

You couldn’t say that the emotion you felt for him or what you feel is loving him because it wasn’t love.

It felt like something stronger. But you knew it wasn’t reciprocated back.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“So why don’t you just kick your professor’s ass?” Miguel joked. His laugh made you feel warm inside. It was a cute laugh in your opinion.

The two of you were sitting down, at the building you like to think at, munching on sweet, baked, fig empanadas from a lady's restaurant in your universe. Doña Rosa? She was a nice lady and safe to say, Miguel would definitely come back for the empanadas.

“Please, O’Hara. I’d get simply kicked out and would have to never show my face ever again…But the bastard deserves it for ripping apart my paper on exploring different dimensions with colliders!”

He chuckled. “Right, because you have experience. Do you not? Y/l/n?”

“EXACTLY. BUT NOT EVEN GRAMMARLY HELPED ME NOT GO THROUGH HIS REIGN OF TERROR!” You felt pissed, but Miguel found it absolutely hilarious to see you worked up as you angrily took a bite out of your empanada. It was cute.

“Swear to god, that bitch is scarier than most of the stupid anomalies we fight,” You pouted and glanced at him. He looked like he was trying to not start laughing even harder than he was before. “Y/l/n. Just calm down it doesn’t matter. Plus didn’t you mention it was like 10% of your grade? You’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

You smirked at him. “Oh, so you’re trying to say it’s still bad?”

“No…but look at me.” You turned to his direction as he placed his empanada on a napkin next to the rest of the lot and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Breathe in. Breathe out.” You chuckled at his direction.

“Miguel, you sound like a yoga instructor."

“No no, I’m being serious here! No dejas que esa mierda te moleste, okay?”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled playfully. “Alright, like you’re the calmest person on this Earth,” He laughed. “I’m not but you’re not like me. I don’t want that to affect you, especially because it doesn’t matter.”

“Now. Breathe in…”

You softly smiled at him, to which he returned, “And breathe out.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“It's pleasant, isn't it?” Peter replied as he began to go in your direction, breaking up your train of thought. He and Mayday gave you a sad look as they walked over to hug your shaky form.

“How-?”

“Y/n, I saw you swinging here after barely teleporting here. What’s wrong?”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt a metaphoric weight on your shoulders as you struggled to tell Peter.

“Was it perhaps…Miguel?” You felt like laughing. Here you were, crying while Peter was acting full-on dad and Mayday was playing with her Spider-Man beanie. It would be a very unusual sight to someone who was just viewing you three at a distance.

“I’m just going to take that as a yes,” Peter said as he sat down on the roof and patted to the space next to him. “Take a seat, Y/l/n.”

You followed his directions and sat down.

It was quiet and a bit windy. It gave you a sad memory and you felt like you were drowning in it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You felt a rush of anxiety and couldn’t breathe.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T DO IT, O’HARA," you screeched, scratching Miguel's arm in excruciating pain.

“YES YOU CAN, Y/L/N!! CALM DOWN!”

The two of you were in a mission to stop an anomaly. You were one of the first to start attacking…and one of the first to be badly injured. Your right thigh was impaled with several medium sized pieces of glass from being thrown to a glass building and you ran out of webs to shoot. You froze and wanted to cry, feeling vulnerable.

Miguel went over to try to help you as the other Spiders went to attack said anomaly. You knew each other as friends since you were one of the first Spiders ever to be recruited to the Spider Society so you knew each other pretty well. When he saw you injured, he quickly saved some civilians and rushed to your direction.

“Yes, you can Y/l/n. Look at me. Breathe in.” Your eyes widened as you saw him grab the largest piece of glass. He had 2 pieces of cloth with him. “No, stop looking at them and look at me. Breathe in, goddamn it.”

You stared at him and he gave you a piece to bite down. You tried to calm down as he took the piece out and screamed into the cloth. “I’m going to wrap it up, okay?” He said, earning a nod from you. “Good girl. Now breathe in…”

“…Breathe out.” You said.

“That’s my girl,” He said as he smiled at you and carried you with the rest of the civilians.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out,” You whispered. Saying that phrase now just made your tongue feel bitter. Like eating a sour candy except it doesn’t turn out sweet at the end, but just making you frown.

Peter smiled and turned to you, “Now tell me what happened, kid. People don’t just run away before saying hi to their favorite person, therefore being me? !”

You scoffed, “Peter, no offense but why does it matter to you? You should be focusing on other things other than my well-being.”

Peter raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes. “Listen, kid. You and the other Spiders like Gwen or Miles, matter to me.”

He covered Mayday’s ears. “Shit, even Miguel. If I see you mopey and sad and what not, of course, I’m going to be worried!”

“Really?” You were shocked. No one really has given you that fatherly attention like Peter has.

The only one who would really listen to you, was Miguel. But you can’t really rely on him now, can you?

“Yup. Now tell me what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Your breath hitched and you froze.

You then took a deep breath, sighed, and smiled bitterly.

“Miguel, he told me he wants me gone from his life,” you said as you felt a sudden pang in your chest.

Just feeling those words leave your lips made the melancholy come back even stronger.

And it hurt like fucking hell.

[an-au-blog]

In the fastfood zosan au, Sanji only works there because Zeff thinks he should get some work experience before he makes him a cook at hos restaurant.

Zoro knows first hand how amazing his cooking is but the girls don't. Still, they decided to humour him one time while he was flirting with them, and accepted the invitation to dinner. Nami brought her girlfriend Vivi and Robin brought Franky.

They all say on the table, waiting for Sanji to finish up his dishes. They chat for a bit and Zoro mentions that he hadn't eaten lunch so he can have more room for Sanji's cooking. Nami is surprised because in her mind his cooking would be like in the fast food place - bland, basic and uninspired. But when she said that, both Zoro and Franky looked at her with such offence she was shocked.

Sanji finally came out of the kitchen and with three swift back and forth's he set the table. It was the single most delicious meal Nami had tasted in her life. She wanted to compliment him on his cooking but it seemed every time she looked at him he was occupied with his boyfriend.

First he was nagging on him about his table manners. Then he was wiping his face with a napkin. After that it was him just straight up feeding Zoro as if he couldn't do it himself. She was scared how much it could escalate so she decided not to bother trying.

Something she couldn't help but notice was that at some point a black haired kid who's name she thinks is Luffy came over. He started eating everything as of someone would take it from him. And then little by little the rest came.

A short child named Chopper joined. Everyone seemed so happy to see him, it was almost contagious. Then a ridiculously tall skinny man, who looked way too much like The King of Soul - Brook. Turned out he was also a musician... odd coincidence... A guy Nami had seen around a lot - Usopp joined a bit before another oddly familiar face came along. Someone who looked a bit like a politician from the neighboring county that retired a while ago, Junbe she thinks was his name.

Suddenly, with all these people cramped into the small appointment, it made sense to why Sanji made this absurdly large amount of food. And of course, Zoro used the excuse of not having enough place to sit to pull Sanji into his lap. It was an obvious and unoriginal trick but it worked...

During the loud dinner, Nami found out a couple of things. For one - Sanji was actually the foster child of the thrice Michelin star awarded cheff Zeff. Luffy had to pay bail for Ace after he destroyed some guy's car for disrespecting his parental figure. Zoro had asked Zeff for Sanji's hand the very first time they met and he refused to give his blessings ten times before agreeing on conditions that Zoro promised to keep secret. She also found out that the kid in question - Chopper had skipped three grades and wants to go to med school.

Most of all, she was amazed at how homie and welcoming these people were, even though she met half of them for the first time that same night.

[dumbasspimpster]

Katherine

Back then. "You make me sick" said Katherine. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I squirmed and looked down at the table. I pushed my used napkin back and forth. I wanted to die. "I can't help it."

"It's hard enough that everyone wants me to *lose* weight! And now... this? Do you have any idea what that's like?!" she shouted. Her mascara was starting to run. She folded her arms as if she wanted to shrink into the booth.

"But you're beautiful, and I am telling you that I think so!"

"No! You can't find *this* attractive!" she said, gesturing over her body with her hands for emphasis. "I just... can't!"

But even as I sat there watching her slip away from me, puffy eyes, mascara running, tears soaking her shirt, I considered her the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Such a beautiful face, such lovely skin, such luscious hair, such pretty eyes. She was perfect in so many ways. And yet she couldn't overlook the one flaw that everyone attributed to her, that I had told her wasn't even a flaw to me, that genuinely made her even more attractive and worthy to me. And I was going to lose her for it. Why did I ever have to bring it up?

"You're wrong" I said. "You're perfect to me."

She looked back at me and her face contorted in anger. "I don't want to be perfect to you!" she shouted. "I just want to be perfect... period!"

I said nothing. We just glared at each other.

"I'm going to lose the weight" she said finally.

"Fine" I said. "You'll still be beautiful." I honestly believed that she would be.

"Yeah right!" she said. "So go find yourself an actual fat chick!"

"I guess I will" I said. "Because you have some real fucking issues."

"I have issues?! You're the one who LIKES FUCKING FAT CHICKS!" she shouted. The whole restaurant went quiet. Everyone was looking at us, the teenage couple having a fight.

"I'm going now" I said, summoning up my dignity. I got up, took a 20 dollar bill from my wallet, and put it down on the table. "To find myself an actual fat chick, without all the issues" I said cruelly. "Goodbye."

I started walking away. "No" she said. "Wait Bry! Bryan, wait!" she cried after me. But I was out the door. I kept my back turned so she wouldn't see that I was crying too.

---

Present day. I am successful and married with two children with my wife Alyssa.

Alyssa is my best friend. We met at a sales seminar back in our mid-twenties. She was a chubby blonde with a sweet smile and a sunny disposition. We hit it off instantly and have got along famously since. We have pretty much all the same interests. We have a loving, trusting relationship.

A few years ago, Alyssa discovered running. It's gone great for her, and she's slimmed down considerably since. I love her and support her and am happy that she feels better about herself and is healthier. I hope she lives long and we raise our kids and grandkids and die in the old folks' home together.

But our sex life has suffered. We've gone from having sex three or more times a week to once every week or two. We're busy parents so it's difficult already. Things just aren't what they used to be for us.

There is an urge growing inside me to stray. It's everywhere I go, in crowds of people, my eye is drawn to attractive women and their bodies. Searching for opportunities that I can't act on. Fantasizing about what it would be like.

Alyssa and I talked about it, years ago, about having an open relationship. On one hand, she said of course we shouldn't expect to have sex with the same person for the rest of our lives. On the other hand, she was crying. We never talked about it since. It's too painful to think of.

I'm on a trip back to my hometown for work. I haven't been back since high school. I ring up some of my old buddies and we get together for beers. We get right hammered and the conversation turns from our careers and our families to our past conquests.

"Hey" says Mark. "What was the name of that chick you were dating in Grade 11?"

"Which one?" I reply. "There were a couple."

"The chubby one. With the pretty eyes" said Mark, drunkenly. "The one who broke up with you."

My heart sinks. It's painful for me to remember. "Kat" I reply.

"Yeah, her" says Mark. "Pretty face. Too bad she was so chubby."

"Broke my heart" I say.

"You should call her up" says Mark.

"No way!" I say.

"Yeah way!" he says. "Wait, I can find her on Facebook."

Facebook. Shit, I thought. It's impossible to just forget someone and leave them behind anymore in this day and age.

Mark plays around with his phone. "Aha!" he said. "Found her! See, pretty face."

He shows me the phone screen. My heart drops on seeing Kat again. The photo is old, she is young and beautiful and as I remember her.

"She doesn't want to hear from me" I say.

"Don't be a pussy" says Mark. "Here, I'm going to message her for you."

"No!" I say, and I reach for the phone but Mark turns away and taps at his screen. I hesitate. A part of me wants to go with the flow.

"There!" he says. He shows me the message he sent with the friend request.

"Oh God, Mark. I'm married, don't you know?"

"Yeah, to a woman 1000 miles away" he responds.

Mark taps away at his phone some more. We order another round of beers. The bar is starting to empty out.

"Oh shit!" says Mark. "She replied!"

"Why do you gotta do this" I ask him, taking his phone. The reply is short and includes her new phone number. I pull out my phone and start texting her.

"Kat?"

"Its been a while"

My judgement is impaired and my inhibitions are gone. Over text, we pick up on the page we left off on.

---

One hour later, I take an Uber to Kats apartment. My nervousness is palpable. Every minute I am in the car feels unbearable. Every step up to her apartment feels like an undertaking.

I reach the door. I take a few minutes to gather up my courage, and then I knock. I hear her footsteps, then the latch of the door. Over a decade later and she could have become anything, and I am about to find out in moments. The door opens.

Kat is just as beautiful. And she's become massive.

"Kat..." I stutter, still drunk.

"Hello, Bry" she replies. I gawk at her for a moment. "Surprise!" she says, sardonically, "I got fat!"

"You're just as beautiful as I remember" I say. "More beautiful."

"Shut up and come inside" she says. "You're drunk."

I step inside. Her apartment is small but clean, with no sign of any cats. She leads me to the living room and sits me down with a tender touch on the shoulder. "Sit down" she says, "I'll make you some coffee."

She leaves to the kitchen and I watch her go. I am floored by the sheer size of her. She catches me watching over her should and my face flushes. I sit there and try to compose myself for the next few minutes. When she comes back with the coffee, I smile at her, but she doesn't return it. She pours the coffee without looking at me and sits down next to me. As she sits down, the couch creaks and the floor groans and the fat of her hip expands towards me, leaving very little space between us. She crosses her arms and seems to want to shrink into the couch.

"Thanks for the coffee" I say.

"Why are you here?" she asks.

"I'm meeting a client in town" I respond.

"I don't even know what you do" she says. "No, I mean, why are you *here*?" Meaning in her apartment with her.

"I wanted to reconnect" I say.

"Reconnect?" she says.

"Yeah" I reply. "Why did you invite me here?"

"I don't know" she says, twirling her hair. It's a gesture of vulnerability that I wouldn't have recognized from her when we were younger. She was so confident back then, so insecure at the same time. Putting up a façade all the time. She has changed over the years.

She looks at my ring. "I see you're married."

"I see you're not married" I replied.

"Well, shouldn't surprise anyone." she says. Meaning her body. There is an awkward silence and we say no more on the subject of marriages.

"Why did you break up with me?" I ask.

"Break up with you? Why did you break up with me?" she replies.

"You told me I disgusted you" I reply.

"Well I wonder why?" she says. "You told me I would be more attractive if I gained weight."

"No" I say. "Not exactly."

"Yes!" she says. "I said I was worried about gaining weight, and you said, 'Don't worry' because I will only be even more attractive."

"Okay" I say, "What's wrong with that?"

"I had body image issues!" she says. "It messed me up."

"I didn't know that" I say.

"Yeah!" she says. "It took me a while. But I'm over it."

I sip my coffee for a while. She waddles over the to kitchen and returned with a baking dish full of brownie. She picks out a square and started eating it, spilling crumbs down her shirt and between her breasts.

"I eat when I'm upset" she says.

"So do I" I say, stupidly. She gives a mirthful laugh at this.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.

"Sure" she says.

"Did you love me?" I reply.

"Love you?" she replies. "Love you?" as if it is a joke. "Look at me, Bry. I am disgusting. I absolutely ruined myself because of you."

"Wait, are you actually laying that on me?" I reply.

"Bry" she says. "Look at me. Look at me. No seriously, look at me." I look down at her enormous curves, she is exploding with soft fat. "You told me you like fat chicks. You told me you find this attractive."

"I do" I said.

"Then what don't you get?" she huffs, exasperated.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, Bry. I loved you. I fucking loved you! Don't you get that?!" Kat burst into tears. She grabs for a box of Kleenex on the table but it is empty. At this, she cries harder.

I reach out and stroke her arm to comfort her. She doesn't react. "Do you want me to get you some Kleenex?" I ask.

"No, Bry. You know what you can do for me?"

"What's that?"

She picks up and offers me the dish of brownies and I take it, confused. There are still several left. Then she grabs my thigh and leans in close to me and says "I want you to shove those brownies in my fucking face."

I nearly pull away but I hesitate for just a moment. It's enough. She works her hand over and grabs my cock, already hard, and starts massaging it through my pants. I take a brownie and stuff it into her open mouth and she chews away, sobbing. I reach over and grab a roll and start feeling around her body. Everywhere I go there are soft crevices to explore.

I feed her the rest of the brownies as I rub her tummy and tell her what a disgusting fat pig she has become. She is crying at the same time and tells me how much she hates me. When she is done, I make her get down on her hands and knees and lick the dish clean. I get behind her and pull down her pants and start to finger fuck her. She moans loudly.

She turns over onto her back and pulls me down on the floor with her. We kiss passionately and she takes my hand and places it somewhere in the softness of her underbelly and jiggles it. "Jiggle me, Bry" she says. "Jiggle my fat fucking belly."

"You fucking whale" I say. "You're fucking huge."

"Am I bigger than your wife?" she asks.

"You're way fucking fatter than her. You're like, three times her size."

"Am I the biggest woman you've ever been with?" she asks.

"You will be" I say. "By far."

"You did this to me" she says. "You made me ruin myself. Do you like it?"

"Yeah" I said. "I want you to be my disgusting fuckpig."

"Good" she says, "You break it, you bought it", and reaches down for my cock.

We fumble around for a bit and try with different positions to get me in. In the end, she has to lift up her belly and I have to mount her at an angle and she pulls me in.

Her fat pussy is tight and I struggle not to come instantly. I grab at her belly, her breasts, her pillows of upper arm fat, the softness of her chin, whatever I can. She jiggles like a waterbed.

I manage to restrain myself, and she comes first. "Oh, Bry!" she says. "Oh, Bry! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" She squirts all over my dick. "Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FUCK!" she screams.

"Holy fuck" I say.

"Did I squirt?" she asks.

"Yes" I say.

"Holy fuck" she says. "Did you come?"

"No" I reply.

"Okay" she says. "Here." She pushes me and I pull out and roll off of her and onto the floor. She struggles and rolls over onto her hands and knees, then turns herself around and straddles me and backs her enormous ass up until my face is engulfed. I struggle to ask "What...?" but I am muffled between the fat of her thighs. I lick and taste the sweetness of her cum.

She lowers herself down and I can feel her two huge globes of breast fat spread out over my lap on either side of my dick. Her belly engulfs my torso, spreading out over my sides. She takes me up in her mouth and goes to work.

I come quickly, within only a minute or two, and she moans and sucks greedily and swallows. "Mmmmm" she says, "your cum tastes good." She collapses forward onto me, freeing my face from between the fat of her legs. She is breathing heavily. I can breath again, but it is laborious beneath her weight. We lay there for a while.

"Kat?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"How much do you weigh?"

"Bry" she says back. "I don't want to talk dirty anymore now."

"OK" I reply.

"Bry?" she asks. "Can we cuddle?"

I help her to her feet and she leads me over to her bedroom and she flops down on her back on the sheets and I plop down on top of her. We lay there like that, holding each other without saying anything. There is music playing quietly from a CD player on her dresser. We stay there and listen for a while until the songs start repeating. I am calm and breathing slowly but somehow too excited to fall asleep.

"Bry?" she asks, after a long time. "Do you still love me?"

I don't respond for a while. I think about Alyssa and the connection we share. I think about my kids with no small amount of guilt. I reflect back on my relationship with Kat in high school and the difference I have been searching for in every relationship since. I am sober enough now to know the answer confidently. "Yes."

"I still love you too" she says.

We kiss and make out and she climbs on top of me and inserts me and wraps her arms around me and we make love like that, her on top smothering me with her softness, pulling me deeper inside her amidst her thigh and pubic fat with each thrust of her hips. I explore and caress and jiggle and worship all of her soft parts, which is to say every part of her body.

"Oh, Kat" I say. "You're a goddess. A fucking sex goddess."

"I'm your sex goddess" she says. "These curves are for you."

"You're beautiful" I say. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."

She just moans in response. She gets off me and I sidle up next to her and spoon her and she parts her legs and pulls me in, with some considerable difficulty due to her enormous ass between us pushing me away from her. We barely achieve penetration, but it is worth it. We climax together. "Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!" she screams, and I feel her hot cum well up in my crotch.

It takes us both a while to catch our breath. There is another long moment of holding each other. But this time, it feels different.

Kat turns around and faces me and her face is full of sadness and dread. "Bry" she says. "I don't want you to leave me again."

"I don't want to leave" I say. "But I have to."

"Bry, don't go. Please." she says. "I'll do anything."

"I have to" I reply.

"No you don't" she says. "Leave your other life behind. You can stay right here with me and love me and feed me until I'm the size of the fridge."

"Kat" I reply, "you don't know what you're saying."

"The size of the fridge, Bry" she says. "We can have sex like this every day, only it will just keep getting better."

"Kat, stop."

"100 more pounds. 200 more. 300 more. Whatever you want."

"Kat, please stop."

"Don't you get it, Bry? It's because of you! There is nothing I want more than to keep wrecking myself, just for your pleasure. It's all I have."

"Kat, you'll eat yourself into the grave."

"Oh fuck yeah" she says, and she reaches down around her belly and starts touching herself. "Oh fuck yeah, say it again."

"You'll eat yourself into the grave." I repeat. "Is this what you want?"

She is fingering herself intensely and grabs me tightly by the bicep. "Fuck yeah" she says, "I want to eat until I fucking explode."

"You won't explode," I say, "you'll have a heart attack."

"Fuck. Yes" she says, jiggling and quaking with exertion. She is struggling to keep fingering herself so violently and so I reach down and help her.

"Is this what you want?" I ask as I work with my fingers to get her off. "To be a fat fucking blob? To die young?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!" she screams. She contorts and adducts her thighs together and my hand is trapped in soft fat for a moment as she comes. She jerks and quakes as she comes down from the orgasm. "Oh, Bry..."

I am up and putting my clothes on. "I'm leaving" I say.

"Bry, wait" she moans, but I leave her there, a soft quaking orgasmic mound of fat on the bed.

[mmoonlightbunny]

GENYA TEASER x KALEIDOSCOPE (MODERN!AU)

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HEADCANONS HERE

‘So, how do you know if a girl likes you?’ He muttered under his breath and instantly reached for the soda on the table, suddenly more interested in the small orange bubbles popping at the top of the glass than his brother sitting on the booth across from him at the busy ramen restaurant.

He was petrified on the spot, not a single thought behind his eyes as he gawked at his brother who was progressively turning bright magenta. The bright neon green tips of his hair somehow made a perfect contrast to his face.

‘Well don’t just stare at me like that! S-say something, dickhead.’ He pressed on and darted his eyes down, now tugging at the loose thread on his sleeve.

‘First— Don’t call me a dickhead.’ He raised a hand and shuffled on his seat, the restaurant seeming way too crowded at this point it was suffocating, the smell of beef and oil pungent in his nostrils. 'You're going to this school to study and get good grades, and become a fucking astrophysicist or something. Not to pick up girls.’ His voice seemed to grate through his teeth, but the way his cheeks flushed and sweat builded up at the nape of his neck was telling a different story.

‘I am studying hard too!’ His brother’s eyes rounding at him, bigger than before and a glassy coat made them brighter. ‘I’m at the top of most classes, only one that… Someone else is better than me.’

The silence was extended, the way his gaze wouldn’t falter as he studied every movement that followed. Genya slowly took out of his jacket a small pink envelope, now crinkling at the edges and a ripped sticker that sealed it shut, he placed it into his hand rather than the table. Too concerned that it might soil the paper or blemish the inked penmanship in it.

He slowly thumbed out the letter inside, written in both black ink and sparkly pink gel.

‘She gave that to me in Valentine’s Day, and White Day will be coming soon.’ He took another sip of his soda as it slowly fizzled out, and wondered why was their food taking so long. This whole encounter would’ve been easier after his big brother had something to eat before.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Genya’ He read out loud and finally spoke. ‘She calls you by your first name?’

The soft nod was more than an answer, somehow turning smaller under his eyes. He looked back into the letter, the printed stationary with flowers and what seamed genko leaves. ‘Nezuko?’ He read the signature and the sound of her name flustered his brother even further, as if there was a spotlight above him and had missed a question in front of an audience.

Sanemi took a slow breath in and leaned back on the booth, being careful to hold the letter between his fingers and not let it touch the surface. A waiter broke their silence wall as he placed the mains between them along with a cold draft beer front of Sanemi. He thanked them for the waiting time and moved back into the restaurant swiftly, just then his brother caught his lavender gaze again.

‘So, what should I do?’ He spoke meekly, unsure of what emotion would his brother choose to express at this moment, even he couldn’t tell how he felt about this.

‘Do you like her, Gen?’ His hand ruffled through his white locks and itched at the sweat beds trickling down his neck, doing his best to pick his word carefully.

‘I think so.’ He stirred his food on the plate and took his first bite, sauce dripping down his chin already and Sanemi extending the napkins accross by reflex. ‘She’s nice to me and has a pretty smile…’

A grudging sight took him out of his daydream of bright pink eyes and a lilting voice speaking his name. ‘You’re fucked Gen, White Day is in three days.’

Sensing that might have not been the best answer due his brother’s slumping shoulders, he continued while picking out at his plate. ‘I’ll help you find her something, my schedule is free tomorrow and I can pick you up after class. However—‘ A big smile and cheerful eyes were beaming at him as he rose to face him. ‘You promise me you’ll stay on top of your studies, all of the classes. No slacking around, Gen.’

‘I promise, brother.’ He said overly excited and his smile seemed to pull at his, because Sanemi also raised the corner of his mouth. Both resumed to their dinner in silence, letting the ambiance of the busy restaurant fill the gaps between them.

‘Nemi.’ He interrupted his noodle slurping briefly. ‘She’s top of the class too.’

‘You are so fucked, Gen.’

I know I said modern!sanemi headcanons would come first but I have one too many snippets of their relationship and its beginning to be a problem.

bunny

[jaeclerc]

sebastian vettel was a bastard. he was an absolute bastard and charles would let him know when he got back to HQ, that he was a fucking prick for setting charles up to fail like this. there was zero chance he didn’t.

“percival.” lando crackled over his in ear, shocking him from the absolute rage seething in his blood and into the current situation of sitting in front of him. “just make your escape, mate. we’ll reconvene and work out what to do next.”

charles hummed, his lips turning up as he looked back at the man in front of him, looking him over as if he was trying to appreciate the man in front of him and not attempting to calculate how he could get the fuck out of there. he mourned the work he had done for months to reel this man in, the hours spent sexting and sending digital nudes that he giggled over with lando just to get an in.

but this was obviously a failed honeypot plot and he just needed to cut his losses and use what he managed to glean from his suspect.

“ah, Mathieu.” he simpered, his lips turning into a slight pout. “i need to use the restroom, but i’ll be right back, love.” he tucked his napkin on the table, got up gracefully, and walked proudly to the bathroom, giving his hips just a little sway because he knew the other man was watching.

“charles.” great. max was also watching his absolute failure of a mission through his glasses. he loved his best friend but he didn’t love how he always managed to get the missions that didn’t involve fucking old men digitally to get secrets from them.

he was a kingsman and he was giggling his way through dinner with some millionaire who was supposedly involved in some high level trafficking scheme just to try and fuck him and gain access to his house.

turns out, even millionaires are lonely and some even just pay others tons of money to sext them and go to dinner. who would’ve known!

“merlin, why is agent tristen monitoring my stream? and not at home with his loving husband and cats?” he hissed through his teeth, his lips quirked down into a frown as he looked at them through his glasses, adjusting his suit as he wiggled out the bathroom window.

he’s the second youngest kingsman agent, second to only max himself and here he was: wiggling his hips through a bathroom window to escape his atrocious date. how high class and gentleman of him.

“well agent percival because—“ lando is cut off by max presumably smacking him before coming over his comm and saying “don’t worry about it.”

charles knew that max wanted to watch how bad this date would go, that asshole. using his shit missions as his own personal entertainment.

“when i get back and i’m done kicking seb’s ass, i’m kicking both of yours too.” he whispered, furiously tugging his smoking jacket down to proper level in the back alley of the restaurant.

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“charles.” charles hated when sebastian used that tone of voice with him, like he knew better than him. he did, but it still made charles huff and get frustrated. “i didn’t set you up. i fully believed in your capacity to extract the information we needed. you already did. we just needed him to be tracked, but it would help if he had access to the information we need.”

charles crossed his arms tighter around him, lips pressed into a frown that he was willing to not turn into a pout. he wanted to protest that cases like these were below his pay grade and ability.

“seb.” he huffed “i spent months virtually making a relationship with this man because everyone assured me he had information we needed to access this ring. he is just a lonely old man who wanted company. the most he ever did was hire an escort who happened to be apart of this ring. i wasted months of my life on this project and now all everyone has to say is it’s a shame that he was a dud.” his pout came out, he couldn’t help it. he was better than these stupid little projects.

charles joined kingsman and fought to the top of his selection pool to be a spy and to save the world and help people. and here he was, honeypotting and getting nothing as a result while people like max were diffusing bombs and saving the world.

“that’s still valuable information gained, charles. that’s still information that helps us.” sebastian tried to calm him but he was worked up.

“why does max get to do all these interesting things and lando gets to be cool tech support and carlos is currently under cover as a fucking billionaire ambassador in brazil but i have to honeypot and sleep with old men for lousy information that we could’ve gained by so many other means?” charles rolled his eyes as he uncrossed his eyes and gestured to the men in question who were just outside the door, listening in to hear their spat.

“well-“ sebastian started, but charles cut him off, hissing “if you say i am the prettiest agent, you will not like my reaction.”

he finished with “you are the prettiest agent.”

charles yelled in frustration.

[ecargmura]

Delicious Party Precure Episode 20 Review - Manners Maketh The Precure

I always find it amusing how the ‘big sister’ figure of the group always have some sort of goofy side. For example, Yuki from Wonderful Precure, is the supposedly big sister of the group, but has her goofy sides due to her feline nature. It was nice seeing a sillier side to Amane in hopes that she finally adjusts to the group.

Hm, it feels as if the previous episode and this episode are Amane-focused, but with one of the Precures. The previous one was with Amane and Yui and now this one is about Amane and Kokone. In all honesty, this episode sort of made me become a Amane and Kokone shipper. Is it AmaKoko or KokoAma? Did you know that Amane is the oldest of the four and Kokone is the youngest? If you’re curious about how Kokone is the youngest, it’s because Japan’s school system groups kids born from April 2 to April 1 of the following year in one grade. For example, that would mean kids from April 2, 2000 to April 1, 2001 will be in the same class. Kokone was born March 13. If she was born on March 13, 2000, she’d be the same grade as Amane, but since she’s her underclassman, she would be born March 13, 2001 and hence why she’s in the same class as Yui and Ran.

This episode is mainly about the importance of manners. There is a certain etiquette to when it comes to fine dining, so I get where Amane was coming from. While she was a bit overbearing, I did like that she did catch on quick and felt bad afterwards. I do like that no one berated her for her actions, but helped her understand that she did it out of consideration and that they’re being considerate too. It was nice seeing Kokone handling Yui and Ran, as she is the voice of reason in the group. However, her efforts weren’t for naught as Yui and Ran were well-mannered when they were eating; Ran even put the napkin on her lap! I’m honestly afraid of going to a fine dining restaurant because I’m super clumsy and I feel like I might spill or drop something.

This also applies to the villains somewhat. Narcistoru doesn’t show good manners to Secretoru, possibly because he looks down on her, but flips once she mentioned Godatz. The way he was being unusually polite to the Precures was odd, like how the girls said. Despite that, it was also funny seeing Black Pepper being silly in this episode as he was also out of breath like Precious and Yum Yum.

The events after the Ubauzo stuff was nice with Takumi and Amane’s brothers attending and dressing in nice suits; they were invited by Rosemary. In addition to the fancy clothes, the dance segment was also fan service. Almost everyone was dancing with each other. We even got Yui and Takumi dancing with each other; Amane and Kokone take the final shot with them dancing and smiling at each other. It was so nice.

Judging from the preview of the next episode, I am right in that Amane is getting bonding episodes with the Precures. I can’t wait to see what sort of episode the Amane and Ran episode will be. What are your thoughts on the girls wearing those nice dresses?

[baizhuswifey]

Baizhu sugar daddy fanfic

A little description

So lately you've been on whatever the genshin version of tender is and you meet the man of your dreams he's tall, he's handsome, he's gorgeous, he's polite, he's rich, he's kind,and he's a DOCTOR.say less am I right he's the most awesome amazing man you have ever seen. You guys schedule a day all that nice stuff,he ends up getting you both a reservation to this really really nice restaurant it's nice and stuff but it's for them RICH RICH PEOPLE.you don't even know if you got the right type clothes for it.spending half your pay check just for a new outfit and some jewelry.anyways into the fanfic

*you get a call from your date saying he's outside your house to pick you up for your date you expect to see a random old Toyota and him dressed casually......you were wrong you step out the house and he said "sorry this is the most normal looking I have" BRO PULLED UP WITH A WHOLE LAMBORGHINI LIKE ITS NORMAL "uhm...*gulp* that's totally I guess" you manage to get out of your mouth before you break down in tears begging him to marry you...."you look gorgeous tonight may I say that outfit you have certainly fits you" he says grabbing your wrist kissing your hand "also may I say whatever perfume you are wearing smells very nice, I pick the write person to go on a date with, am I right???" He says to you jokingly "thank you you're very nice" you say back snickering a little knowing it came right out of the 50 percent off basket from bath and body works or maybe stolen from your schools lost and found bucket???"anyways I booked us a nice reservation at this really nice hotel now it isn't five star but it is very nice please forgive me" he loudly whispers "it's okay I would've been fine if you took me to a chick fila and I would have loved it" you thought as you quietly and awkwardly giggled......"hehe...it's okay I guess" you say

"no really I wanted to take you to the best of the best restaurant but all I could find that wasn't fully booked"

Time skip

"here's the restaurant where you can order anything you would like cheesecake wine steak,whatever you please" he says,gently holding your hand. "Please help yourself..." You brighten up slightly "but I would prefer we get desert together somewhere else perhaps" immediately you get to ordering "I want a medium well steak with a side of broccoli cheese and rice casserole extra cheese then I want a blah blah blah blah blah" and you went on and on and on

Your food finally gets here and you start shoving your mouth full "damn dear you can put it down" he whispers as he quietly eats his chicken Alfredo while watching you eat ,mesmerized at how fast and how much you can eat..."it's like you don't feed yourself at home"........munch munch much "oh yea I'm broke and I eat like 99 cent ramen for breakfast lunch and dinner" you say chowing down on what you could say was the best meal of your life "slow down the foods not going anywhere"he says grabbing a napkin and wiping your chin and lips "pretty people like you shouldn't eat so..... roughly.."you gently look up at him admiring his pretty amber eyes

I'll write. Chapter when I'm not such a busy bee

(so so sorry guys it took me like a week as said I'm a busy bee with bad grades)

Also taking fanfic ideas of baizhu and I will try to write on time this time😭😭

[gamerwoo]

What are their majors in Skz Imprinted?

i absolutely did not think of any of this until you asked lmao soooooo i hope this checks out w the series lmao

skz imprinted masterlist

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Chan:

chan’s on scholarship for soccer because he’s really good at sports lmao

but he’s majoring in music theory and composition because he needed something to major in

the goal is to become a pro soccer player though

works part-time as a waiter at a restaurant with hyunjin, seokmin, and seokmin’s mate

fun fact: jeongin’s parents own the restaurant

he fuckin loves his job and all of his coworkers

he honestly loves the closing shifts because he can watch yeonjun and kai whack each other with the cloth napkins like they’re fencing each other

Elsie:

would literally laugh if someone asked her if she was going to or went to college

mostly makes money doing uhhh ✨side jobs✨ if ya know what i mean

her sister wants her to get a real job and stop taking up shady jobs and she said she'll consider it

little does ryu know that elsie's trying to figure out how the fuck to make a resume lmao

she'll do anything for ryu tbh

jeongin said he'll line her up a job at his parent's restaurant <3

unfortunately elsie has bad people skills lmfao

Aeri:

was originally going to college to become a translator but switched her major to computer science and programming

mostly because some frat boy she had a thing with said women couldn't do stem stuff

yeah so she mostly switched her major out of spite but she's really into it, actually

plus she'll probably make more money lmao

she works part-time as a teacher's aid, but her parents are also rich and she has a good relationship with them sooooooo

no chan will not let her give him money for a better apartment

Ryu:

majoring in applied mathematics

she's big brained we love that for her

she was originally going to school part-time but now that she's not off werewolf hunting, she's enrolled full-time

but she does have a part-time job at the coffee shop with felix and sam

she also loves the free coffee

Minho:

you wouldn’t think this kid would show up to class -- he doesn’t half the time -- but he still somehow hasn’t gotten kicked out and has kept his grades up a decent amount

honestly minho’s pretty smart, he just chooses to not use his brain all the time lmfao

he’s going for general studies just to say he went to college because jobs and shit love when people go to college lmao

chan keeps making jokes that he should become a lawyer with how much he likes to argue

seungmin says he should become a food critic with how much he likes to complain

won’t tell fuckin anyone but he was on his school’s competitive dance team in high school and they won a ton of competitions so his dream job is dance instructor <3

Jamie:

no college and no job

she's been through a lot okay give her a break

if she were to go to college though, she'd want to go for some sort of therapy or counseling

probably something for people recovering from abusive relationships

but she doesn't like talking a lot so she knows she couldn't do that

she also wouldn’t mind something with animals

jeongin’s parents said that if she needs, they can give her a job washing dishes so she doesn’t have to interact with anyone

faye and yoona also offered to hook her up at the bakery

Changbin:

he's working on getting his ged since he dropped out of high school

and then he'll worry about college

got a lot of money in ways he'd rather not talk about or let jamie know about

felix tried to get changbin a job with him but the owner said changbin is absolutely not allowed behind the counter

as much as jeongin's parents love him they're kinda wary about giving him a job and having some bad people show up at their restaurant

he's still working on the job thing

honestly he’s been looking into a tattoo apprenticeship because he thinks being a tattoo artist would be pretty fun (and make decent money)

Hyunjin:

majoring in fashion design

he considered going to college for something art related but ultimately decided fashion might be the way to go (he loves fashion, anyway)

but lately he’s been wondering if he should switch to interior design

art is very therapeutic for him okay

he really wants to get an apprenticeship at some art gallery but for now he's a bartender at jeongin’s parents’ restaurant

he sometimes does other stuff though but he’s usually one of the people behind the bar

he used to bartend at an actual bar with jeonghan’s mate but he kind of fought one of the customers soooooo

Sam:

we all know she was studying abroad for a semester but now she's there for good

her major was public relations and it still is, but she’s been considering switching to something with fashion

she really likes the fashion in korea

could literally sit with hyunjin and people watch for hours while discussing fashion

she still works part-time at the café with felix and now ryu

Mari:

wants to move to the states and be a teacher, so she’s currently studying in the education field

her goal is to become an english teacher for children who come from families that have moved from other countries and don’t know english

hence her being tutored in english by sam

also she comes from a lot of money and her parents think it’ll be a flex if their kid knows several languages

that being said, she also doesn’t have a job since her parents pay for pretty much everything

she wants to be more independent but it’s a little difficult with her current situation which slowly seems to be getting worse

Jisung:

majoring in music production

he’s not super loud about his love for music and wanting to become a producer, but he’s very dedicated to his major

works part-time at a grocery store which kinda sucks and is really boring but money is money

really wants to get a job that’s more in his field but that’s kinda hard when everyone already wants you to have experience

that’s okay though because ankita is always super supportive!!

Felix:

majoring in music theory & composition

like jisung, he’s not very talkative about his love for music, but he’s always the one in charge of the speakers in the café lmao

he obviously works part-time at a café with sam and ryu

desperately wants a spot at the bakery that faye and yoona work at though since that’s more his speed (he almost majored in culinary arts but he didn’t want to do the cooking aspect of it, just the baking)

but he can’t leave his job, he gets to work with his mate!!!

Seungmin:

originally, he considered going into criminal justice and becoming a prosecutor

but then when he realized how grueling that would be, he decided to get his general studies out of the way

he likes photography but he doesn’t think he’d make a lot of money from a career in that field

so he’s still figuring his shit out

he did work part-time at a convenience store but he refused to put up with his boss’ shit so he quit

Jeongin:

majoring in early childhood education

lowkey has baby fever

but at the same time also views the kids he gets to hang out with as friends rather than literal children lmao

he works at the school’s daycare which thankfully still pays him despite it going toward his credits and whatnot

used to work part-time at his parents’ restaurant but he still goes in to help out when it gets busy

Ankita:

wanted to be a vet but clearly that dream was shattered lmao

so now she’s trying to become a pediatrician because babies are probably second best to animals, right?

it’s also partly to appease the handful of family (not so much her parents but like aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, etc) that complains that her boyfriend is a wannabe soundcloud rapper or whatever

who needs a doctor as a husband when you can become the doctor

honestly if anybody in the pack gets bad baby fever, it’s her

it’s starting to get to jisung too

Minseo:

currently majoring in early childhood development, but the goal is to major in social work

she wants to be able to help out in the adoption system

but since she’s in a similar field as jeongin, they see each other quite a bit

minseo isn’t officially in the pack but honestly, she probably has baby fever the worst

but she’s dead set on adopting at least one kid <3

works part-time with jeongin at the daycare, and works weekends at a bubble tea shop

[cosmo-lexies]

Midnight Rituals - 9. French fries

Lucas:

I closed the door of the car too strongly, but Atticus was behaving like a jerk and I couldn't bear him more. Fenix was in attitude more shy and silent than before.

"I said something wrong, I didn't want to offend Atticus," he said looking down.

"Not, this has nothing to do with us. They have their own business without resolving." He still looked off. "C'mon, we go to something to eat while they speak," my words seemed to comfort him because he smiled at me.

We went into the hamburger joint. The cashier followed me with the look, maybe I should have gone for sneakers to home.

"Do you know we have a dress code?" he said and immediately he made a cocky smile. "But for a handsome guy like you, I can make an exception."

I smiled at him back. He was a hot guy with some sexy tattoos on his arms and long black hair. He reminded me of an old rocker. We keep flirting while ordering. I bought a normal burger with cheese and Fenix ordered a triple maximum burger with french fries. The guy approached me with the receipt. He rested his elbows on the counter and I did the same making sure my biceps showed. If you work out hard five times a week, you want it to be noticed.

"Your order will be in ten minutes. But I wasn't joking about the dress code. If you wait outside before my boss sees you, I appreciate it," he winked at me.

Fenix and I left the restaurant and we leaned against the wall next to the door. Fenix was weird, he didn't speak and didn't look at me during the time we were inside the burger joint. Then he took his phone; I decided to do the same, but I remembered that my father took it off as part of my punishment and also of my followers who won't have updates for a time.

Suddenly, Fenix made a frustrated face. "Shit" he yelled.

"What happened?" I asked.

"As I didn't pick up the phone, my dad went to the police. And your father told him that we had broken some books in the library and that we're now helping to clean up."

"What, really?"

"Yes, I'll be grounded until college," he sighed.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Why do you apologize? It isn't your fault."

Maybe it wasn't my fault, but it was from my dad and this made me feel guilty. He is so square since my mom abandoned us. He doesn't listen to me or anyone. The hot cashier shouted our number before I could think about what to say. I looked inside and saw a man with a tag that said 'Manager'.

"Don't worry, I go," Fenix said.

He went back with two paper bags and three smoothies. I took some things off him so he could walk comfortably. He was weird again, he avoided my look and he had a sad face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. By the way," he gave me a napkin, "from the guy at the counter."

I looked at the napkin which was a number, an Instagram, and a name, Marcus. I noticed that Fenix had continued walking without saying anything. His attitude brought back bad memories of my past.

We approached the car and saw that Atticus and Rosemary were starting a conversation. I touched Fenix's shoulder and indicated to go to a table at the side of the burger joint. I could take the opportunity to talk with him. We sat down and started to eat our hamburgers.

"Fenix, I want to ask something I need you to be sincere," I said.

"Of course," he answered.

"Do you have some problem with me being gay?"

He stopped to eat. "Not, why do you think this?"

I looked down. "The birthday party of Sam Hudson in third grade."

Shortly after coming out, there was a boy, Chad, who always made fun of me because of my stuttering and gayness. As Fenix was my friend he said we are a couple. Fenix said that it didn't bother him. But at Sam's party, Chad was especially cruel. This day was so nervous that I had my first change into a bear. And Fenix got into a fistfight with Chad.

Initially, I thought he had lost control because of Chad's insults, like me but in his own way. However, from that moment he stopped staying to play or come to my house. He only spooked with me in school, and ever there he was distant.

"Did I say something wrong at that party? I'm sorry, I don't have a problem with gayness ..."

"I'm speaking about the fight and  from that moment you stopped to hang out with me,"

I gained self-confidence over time. But, eight-years-old Lucas had suffered a lot losing a friend for coming out of the closet. If I hated him, this would be easier. But I didn't hate him and for this reason, his behavior hurt me so much.

"Yes, but it wasn't for this. You were shapeshifting in the bathroom," he said.

"Wait, did you know?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, for this reason, I fight with Chad. He was searching for you and I didn't have a better idea to distract him," he said a little embarrassed.

"Then why did you become distant?"

"Do you remember what happened after?" I shook my head, I really don't remember anything after the transformation. " Sam's parents called our homes, your father came for you and my grandmother came for me. She saw both of you and she was really angry to not say anything about you being a shapeshifter."

We both stayed silent, I didn't know what to say.

"However," he carried on, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry so much. Although, my grandmother didn't want I shouldn't have been a jerk with you. There is nothing bad with you being a werebear. I was the same as a homophobe in many ways."

"I understand that for normal people this is hard, it was for my mother. I'm not angry with you,"I said with sadness in my voice.

He had been a good friend for a long time, and although he had become distant since the party, he tried to support me when my mother abandoned us. Besides, I really couldn't blame him for obeying his grandmother at the age of nine. Although that was painful when I was young, I really wanted to move on.

He looked at me. "Can we be friends again?"

"Of course," I smiled and hugged him, the truth I did without thinking.

"Thank you, It's good to see that you're still the same," he looked away.

"Why change the perfection?" I said and we both laughed.

As we finished the food, we lay down on the table. Each to one side. We were in silence for a while, only looking at thestars.

"Lucas, I wanna tell you something that I don't tell anyone besides my grandmother. Now, we're friends again I wanna tell you more than anyone," I nodded. He took a big breath of air. "I think I'm bi, well, I'm really sure I'm bi."

"Cool! Finally an LGTBI friend," I said very happily, partly because I was happy and others because I know how hard may be coming out of the closet and I wanted him to feel supported.

"Thank you, I was scared about this," he said with a smile.

"I know that it can be hard, but I'm sure that your parents will support you. And I'm here for whatever you need."

"You're at the best," he said trying to hide the worry in his voice.

I didn't want the mood to decay. I raised my back slightly, enough to see his face. "Well, it's high time we started with the important conversation, the crushes. Imagine that we are into the same guy, this has to speak now for security," I said joking.

He made a face of concentration like he was analyzing something "Lucas look," he pointed behind me.

I looked back and saw bolts of lightning, a lot of them over our high school. Well over not because they seemed to go from earth to heaven. We both looked at one another and then ran full speed to the car.

[another-silly-mixels-blog]

So any muncho headcanons?

Indeed!

Vaka-Waka

Genderfluid

TBH I like to think he teaches German at the school. I also like to think he's a well liked teacher.

English is his second language, Berp often has to help him remember what certain things are called

I know Waka is canonically sentient, but I also just like the idea of this guy just randomly having a mouth on his stomach with no genetic explanation.

Kept in touch with Krog and Gurrgle after the whole Mixamajig thing went down. They get lunch together sometimes and catch up.

Snax

The pickiest eater of them but will still eat some weird shit. They'll eat napkins and sand but GOD FORBID they eat a mushroom

Really shy around people they don't know. They'll get friendlier as time goes on but expect them not to speak to you the first few weeks

Tends to accidentally sneak up on their brothers.

Makes a lot of those woven friendship bracelets. All of their friends at school have at least one.

In 5th grade currently.

Berp

Works a ton of odd jobs around his town. If you talk to any establishment they'll likely have actually hired him at some point. Currently a waiter at a big fancy restaurant and an actor at the theater.

The kind of theater kid that is concerningly good at playing characters who have a murderous insanity spiral. He fucking killed it as Lady Macbeth

I like to think he's dating Wuzzo, I just think it's cute.

Mixlr user, mostly just shit posts about plays, especially those made by Willy Shakes

To stim he just spins his arms around really fast. He has accidentally slapped multiple people this way.

[sassypotatoe1]

Bro I finally have a reason to say this!!! I very rarely got sick, if I did it was allergies or because I was physically burned out and my immune system crashed. I thought I was just like a carrier or had a great immune system, and then the pandemic hit, and information on how to wash your hands, when, how long, with what, how to dry them, that stuff started spreading like wildfire.

I was washing my hands correctly for YEARS. I thought everyone got taught the surgeon's hand washing method in 6th grade health class. Turns out most people not only didn't wash their hands properly, mostly just rinsing them off and calling it clean, most people also didn't wash their hands every time they should have. I went on a crazy deep dive and like 80% of people wash their hands after using the bathroom. The other 20% were mostly kids, men and some women.

A little less than half of all people wash their hands before eating, a large chunk of those who don't are white (because we eat with utensils and not with our hands like most other cultures and they think that stops dirty hands from affecting their food), and only around 20% wash their hands AFTER eating. Majority of those who don't wash their hands after eating typically wipe them off with a napkin or paper towel and call it a day.

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