#can never trust the snack delivery....

[muffinrecord]

Man it's been forever but OF COURSE it's Himena's fault.

[hedonists-den]

I stroll through the grocery store, cart loaded with assorted junk food. And not one of those half carts either. A full-sized cart full of fresh baked pastries, boxes of snack cakes, frozen pizzas, massive sub sandwiches, bags of chips and candy, various pints of ice cream, cases of full-sugar soda, just an obscene amount of unhealthy garbage.

By now, the employees know me by name with how often I'm there to indulge your cravings. I bring my haul over to a checkout aisle and start unloading, but I figure one more candy bar wouldn't hurt, and I add it to the pile. The checker begins the extensive process of scanning all the items, and I can see the look on their face.

None of them are really shocked anymore. When they see me, they know they'll be scanning pounds and pounds of junk food. And judging by the size difference between you and me when they last saw you, I think they know where it's going. You're not with me this time, of course. You've gotten too lazy and too heavy to be waddling around the grocery store anymore, especially when you can trust me to fetch everything your greedy heart desires.

Getting it all inside is a full task in and of itself. I practically get a full arm workout hauling all the bags from my car, through the door, and to the kitchen. You know I'm not one for taking multiple trips, but with the amount you go through, I'll have to go back at least once.

When I walk in, you're right where I left you: feet up on the ottoman, laid back on the couch that is undoubtedly straining to hold your weight. The groceries are heavy, but I just can't help but pause and marvel at what a sight you are. Rolls covering your body from top to bottom, legs forced apart from the sheer girth of your thighs, your blubbery mound of a belly spilling onto your lap from under a t-shirt turned tank top, fattened tits resting on top of your gut, pillowy arms and pudgy hands tilting a fast food milkshake cup back to get every single drop. A living definition of unrestrained hedonism.

You glance over at me, continuing to suck down the entirety of your indulgent treat. I have to wonder if you're putting on this little show just for me, or if you really have become that gluttonous. Probably both, if we're being fair.

"Looks like you didn't wait for me to get back," I say, walking to the kitchen to set your goodies down. "How much did you struggle to get to the front door and back for that delivery, hm?"

I hear a soft groan from you and the echo of an empty cup set on the side table. "I moved myself just fine!" Your heavy panting suggests otherwise, but I let it slide. After all, it could just be that you didn't stop to breathe until you consumed the entire shake. "You get everything?"

"Everything and more. I doubled up on some things, knowing how you've been lately."

"Oh my godddd, I need one of those sandwiches. I'm starving..." There was a time when you would rush into the kitchen to look through everything I brought back, but the last few times- "Could you bring it to me...?" you ask. Right on cue.

"My pleasure, princess," I say with a grin. I pull out one of the footlong subs and unwrap it for you, taking the liberty of slathering on some extra mayo for good measure. The moment I step into the living room, I can see your excitement as you lift your arms and lean forward ever so slightly, a wide grin on your face.

"Thank you thank you!"

I turn to leave, but I watch you take that first bite out of the corner of my eye. And then that little moan of delight that sparks the urgency in your feasting. I can hear you stuffing your face as I head back towards the garage and gather the rest of the groceries. You'll almost assuredly be at least halfway done by the time I get back inside and set everything down.

And you never disappoint. I step back in and see you pushing the last bite of a sandwich half through your lips before licking your fingers. The way you've been gorging yourself is nothing short of breathtaking. It really is no wonder that you've managed to gain hundreds of pounds.

"Your shirt is looking a little small," I call from the kitchen.

"You like how it fits?" You respond with a full mouth. "I just can't pull it past my upper belly anymore..."

"To be fair, not much does fit you anymore. I can't even tell if you're wearing underwear most days," I chuckle.

"Think I'm wearing any right now?"

I can practically hear the sultry smile on your face as you ask. "I think you want to see me struggle with all your rolls to check. But I don't think you've eaten enough to earn it."

"Well, you better bring those cookies and make a proper hog out of me, then."

With an invitation like that, the rest of the groceries can wait. I dig through the bags for all 4 boxes of soft, chewy cookies, bringing them in and setting them beside you.

"A proper hog? Like I haven't done that to you already..." I tease, taking your belly flab in in one hand and squeezing it gently. "Look at all this. All this heavy, moldable fat..."

I lift your gut and drop it on your thighs, a dense slap resonating through your whole body. The sound, the ripples that shake every inch of you, it's mesmerizing. I continue handling your corpulence with increasing roughness, gripping all your rolls and jiggling them, slapping your love handles, and sinking my hands into your hips.

"I've gotten so huge...I can't help that it feels so good..." You moan, laying your head back.

I pop open the first container of cookies and situate myself in front of you. Your belly makes such a nice table to hold the container while I lean into it. "Open up. Let me make you even bigger."

You part your lips, letting me push nearly half the cookie in. I get more aggressive with each bite you take, encouraging you to take more and more, over, and over, and over.

"Come on, piggy. Keep it up. You want to be a good pet, don't you? Eat..."

One by one, the cookies disappear, and I get to hear that beautiful, overfed panting of yours again. You huff and puff, finally able to catch your breath from the relentless feeding. Everything about your current state just encourages me, igniting a need to see you helplessly engorged.

I slowly but firmly caress your poor, sweets-stuffed tummy. "Well now look at you. All stuffed with sweets. You know we're going to need to offset that with something savory and greasy. Settle in."

"Okay..." you say, your chest heaving up and down as you place your hands on the sides of your belly.

I start scrolling through DoorDash, tending to you while I look for your next meal. It's only early afternoon, after all. And gluttonous house pets like you need to keep fed all day long.

[merbear25]

Hey,so I have a sprained ankle and have been bed bound and sad about it, so I have a request, a Crocodile or Katakuri (you can choose) fic, where their fem! S/O gets hurt and has a sprained ankle, and they take care of them until they are healed(I'm not healed yet, but I need some fluff and domestic vibes to get me through this, for fun we can say they have a family of their own as well). You don't have a write this

Hello there! I’m sorry to hear about your ankle and hope you have someone to help take care of you. I did you one better and gave you both! I had some ideas for both of them, so why not? :) I hope you like what I’ve written for you and get well soon. 💜💜

CW: fluff, headcanons/scenario, fem!reader in mind but nothing specific mentioned, mentions of family au

Them taking care of you (Crocodile, Katakuri)

Crocodile

With how quickly you were running about the place, it was only a matter of time before you injured yourself. Even with all of his warnings to slow down and be careful, you’d ironically managed to evade those with no issue.

Despite his slight criticism of your recklessness, he was quick to come to your aid after you yelped from the sudden pain. Swooping you up in his arms, he gave you a few I told you sos. Albeit not what you wanted to hear, his delivery gave hints of tenderness and concern.

He was a busy man and couldn’t really make the time to wait on you. However, he ensured that only the best would take care of you—the best meaning those he and/or you trusted.

Each morning he gave you a light kiss on your forehead or cheek, so as not to wake you, and each night he made sure you were comfortable before you went to sleep.

I headcanon him being able to cook, so in saying that whenever he had time, he’d prepare your favorite dishes of his. He’d take pleasure in knowing that his food brought you some kind of comfort.

If you’d already started a family together, during the work day he’d have the usual caretakers look after them, so the children weren’t always asking you for things.

It did warm his heart to see them going in to talk to you though—sharing how their day was and asking how you were feeling.

Katakuri

He both literally and figuratively saw this happening from a mile away, but even with his warnings of what was sure to come, you carried on and eventually got hurt. The huffs at your stubbornness were kept to a minimum.

With those few moments into the future being crystal clear, he remained by your side and was there to swiftly carry you off to get treatment. You waited for him to give you some type of lecture, but he didn’t see any use in doing so. The consequences spoke louder than words.

He had many responsibilities, but he still did his best to prioritize your needs. With you bedbound, he checked in on you throughout the day or at least had someone he trusted to do it when he couldn’t.

Before he had to leave the house, he never forgot to ask if you needed anything. Even when you said you were fine, he still brought you things you were going to need: a fresh glass of water, extra pillows and blankets, and a snack if you got peckish.

When on his way home, he’d stop by his favorite bakeries to grab you something. If you weren’t that keen on sweets, then he’d pop into a place that sold your preferred snacks/drinks.

If you had a family, he’d like to spend a little bit of time in your room together—talking or watching something together. He liked feeling that warmth shared when around family and he was sure you did too.

He was a cuddler when it came to sleeping, but of course, your comfort came first. With you sound asleep, he inched closer to feel a bit of your warmth against him. Being careful not to disturb you, he laid down and let the gentle sounds of your breaths lull him to sleep.

[zibiscusinfandoms]

Aight so you guys enjoy reading show-only opinions, then I shall be giving my opinions on characters as a show-only who just watched the season finale.

Percy- my boy, he has never done anything wrong in his whole entire life, a hero fr.

Annabeth- i actually love her, she has shown the most growth out of everyone.

Grover- is a 20 year old hanging out with kids (is he 12 in satyr years?) He's cute. I think he should have a flower crown he would look magical.

Sally- literal queen. I love her relationship with Percy sm.

Poseidon- he should go back to his family and they should live happily ever after. Sally makes even pancakes blue like my dude HOW ELSE IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SHOW YOU THAT YOU SHOULD GO LIVE WITH THEM.

Zeus- i'm so angry that the actor portrayed him as someone scary and unhinged bc I was so ready to trash on him. (I'm not actually angry it was 👌🏻) Anyway he's a loser.

Hades- he's actually the only brother who is not a loser because he's the only one who doesn't have a halfblood child because he has SELF CONTROL UNLIKE SOME CERTAIN PEOPLE and also he loves his wife Persephone. <3 Seems like a reasonably unproblematic dude and he offered snacks.

Hermes- he is ✨beyond space and time✨ and they make him a delivery guy lol. Good job for caring for every single child you have and the unclaimed children.

Luke- I TRUSTED YOU. WE ALL TRUSTED YOU. Thinks Kronos will be better than Hermes when he ATE HIS CHILDREN- someone really needed to talk to him about that.

Diomedes- instant favorite, delivered the funniest scene in the whole season with Percy.

Who else is there? Uh-

Clarisse- she did nothing except for bullying my boy so she can go and reflect on herself in a room.

Ares- rude as heck. Invites 3 children to his table and doesn't offer them one single hamburger when he has a dozen, AND his hobby is to be insufferable on Twitter. Good thing Percy gave him a reality check.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Idea for the YV boys, how do you think they would deal with drunk listener? If they went too hard at a party and went home or something?

Drunk Listener HC's

Alphonse

Oh lord help him, I feel like he doesn't drink that much only to the point he has a buzz.

But he's handling you gently so you both can get home and snuggle in bed.

If you try and get another drink he flirts to distract you so he can switch the alcohol for water.

Once y'all get home he makes sure to get you undressed and into comfy clothing.

If you puke he's he feels so bad bc he hates puking (hc) so he's making sure you have stuff that helps you not puke.

Will bring pillows and a blanket to the bathroom to sleep in there if your puking so much and got tried to even move.

But if your not he's laughing at you stumbling around slurring to him how he's husband material.

Seth

He never drinks only on special occasions (also hc) but he'll cut you off if you had too much

Seth knows how to deal with a drunk person and knows your gonna have a killer hangover

he's making sure your comfy and have medicine for in the morning.

Depending on what type of drunk you are he's having a good time, like a runner? his hand is latched on ya, or a crier? dw bbg (used neutral) cry in his chest.

Seth before was making sure you had food in your stomach before eating so much so you don't get too messed up.

The next morning he will be teasing you saying how you asked him out and looked like a kicked puppy when he said he was taken.

Seth loves how you trust him in your most vulnerable state like this, so he makes sure he takes amazing care of you.

Charlie

panicking bc he almost lost you in the crowd at the party, but when he found you he saw how tipsy you were and decided it was time to go home and get in y'alls pjs!

Charlie knows he's scrawny so he's lowkey struggling to help you get home, doesn't help you keep trying to kiss all over his face

Once y'all do get home he looks at the stairs (hc for Cas's house it's two story) and decides it's a couch night. After getting you changed and finding pillows and blankets he's ready to snuggle.

He has a bag incase you throw up and medicine for you to take, he lowkey doesn't know wtf he;s doing bc he does drink some but prefers to smoke.

got snacks if your hungry, also decided to put a movie on since you were getting bored and demanded a movie or a show.

Now your both giggling at the pranks people do, like moving an object slightly to the right every time they look away.

Faust

Your both tipsy lets be honest, Faust I feel like parties but only to some parties.

When he goes tho he only drinks a lil bc drunk people make him eh when partying.

If he sees you drank too much yep, your done, lets go home. gets a uber to go home and makes sure your okay to be laid down on the bed before going to sleep.

if you feel sick he asks the uber to pull over in case you need to throw up. Pays extra to stop at a store to get medicine bc he doesn't have a lot at his home.

If your hungry door dashing or delivery. Will make ramen for you if your hungry for noodles.

Is making sure all makeup/jewelry your wearing is taken off bc he knows how it always bugs him when he's sleeping.

has a lil trash can next to the bed if you need it. Also makes sure your sleeping facing the trashcan so you can throw up easier.

Finn

Finn is that person who has one cup for the whole party bc hes babysitting it. No he doesn't want another one he's fine.

If your drinking too much he stops you the best he can since he's trying to be gentle with you but if you don't listen he will scold you a bit to make you stop.

Gets you in the car, has a throw up bag in there for cases like these. I feel like Jack would take in to parties so he's always been the designated driver for him.

Rubbing your back while driving so comfort you if you throw up in the car. Has water for you after wards bc he keeps like a lil case in his car when needed.

Making you tea to feel better and a light snack so you don't throw that up too.

Helps you undress and asks if you want a bath or shower before laying you down.

Gives you meds too if you need them. Also on stand by in the morning when you wake up.

Auron

he can hold his liquor but knows everyone has a different tolerance with alcohol so he's watching you when you drink.

once he sees you drank too much he's right next to you guiding you out of the party. Calls his driver and makes sure your okay before getting in.

100% holding you in the car drive home bc he knows you might fall over in the limo. Has drinks in the limo for things like this and gives you water and making sure you drink it.

Asks if you need anything and his phone is on speed dial for any restaurant or store if you want anything.

When you guys get to his penthouse he took of your shoes in the car so you could walk correctly in the penthouse. asks if you want to be carried or grip on his arm walking in.

Help's undress you once your in his bedroom and cleaning your makeup off if needed.

If you do throw up hes sitting next to you comforting you while holding your hair or anything you need him to.

gets a trashcan fro you in case you need it later. In the morning he's asking if you need meds since he ask a assistant to get him some an hour ago before you woke up.

Lucien

Human alcohol doesn't do shit to him so he drank a lot and got like only a slight buzz. You tho took it as a challenge to see if you could get him drunk while also drinking his orders.

but his orders were straight up gasoline so it got you fucked up. Lucien at first didn't notice until you started slurring words at him.

Somehow got someone to pay for the bill and carried you home. made sure not to move you around so much in case you threw up. If you did he's apologizing while helping you puke.

Once home he kinda has no fuckin idea wtf to do so he's frantically googling everything. He get's you undressed, make up off, in light clothing, gets a trashcan for you and helps you into bed.

Once in the morning he looked up what was good to eat during a hangover and made it for you.

teases you how you went ham on the drinks but couldn't even keep up with him. Also somehow got meds from your neighbor? (hc Angel lives next to a older woman) She taught him how to make a hangover pick up.

If you want food he'll make it, but makes you stay in bed for the whole day, even figured out how to call you out from work. Since he's a demon he's good at lying so he got you the day off.

Jack

he use to work at the club you both went to so you to a free pass in, helped bar-tend and was making crazy concoctions for everyone.

didn't see you take one that was straight up gasoline and ended up giving you some simple drinks fruity ones you need to watch out for how many your drinking.

when he realize how much you drinked he cut you off and told his friend who got you both in your leaving now.

if you try to fight him on going home he's nodding along while slowly getting you out and hes like welp guess we go home!

if you puke dw he got anything you need him to hold while you do. He was able to go into a store and get puke bags for you so you both started to walk home.

had a side job at a local med store so knew which ones to give you to feel better. Also was a caregiver for a quick minute so he got you out of your clothing in less than a minute.

making sure your okay before laying you both to sleep. in the morning he called Finn to ask what was that drink his grandma would give them if they got hangovers. Knows a weird food combo thats easy on your stomach to eat when food smells like straight up trash for you.

[mikareo]

⌗ SNOWDROP ₊ ˖ ་. nagi seishiro x fem reader (5.4k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ it's the end of the world and he's possibly the most unprepared person alive…perhaps he can rely on the pretty girl with perfect aim who just so happened to save his life at the very last second. he’s never been in love but maybe this love could last…so long as the both of you stay alive.

contains; resident evil inspired, badass agent!reader, helpless civilian!nagi, zombie apocalypse, guns, knives, blood, gore, swearing, angst, fluffy flirting, love at first sight, major character death, reo cameo!!!!, cannibalism (zombies) author's note; this fic destroyed my sanity, but i hope u like it! there are parts that are so unserious asjkl just trust me that it's a good read and pt2 is gonna be fucking crazy

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ videogame au milestone collab masterlist !

This can’t be happening. There’s no way this is actually fucking happening right now. 

He’s sprinting at full speed, his laces are barely tied, and the smoke in the air is surely clogging his lungs into a blackened pulp of nothingness. To be quite frank, Nagi would rather have those poisoned lungs than discover whatever the hell happened to his neighbors down the hall…because damn they look like they’re in some rough shape. With their sunken eyes, flaking skin, and very obvious urge to suddenly turn to cannibalism, that’s not really his vibe…but that’s a falling telephone pole! Holy shit that’s a falling telephone pole coming straight his way in 3…2…1. JUMP!

Whew, that was a close one. Good thing he’s tall!

The shift in humanity didn’t exactly happen overnight. It was actually just twenty minutes ago when his peace was so rudely interrupted. There he was, snuggled up in his gaming chair with a fresh bag of Cool Ranch Doritos opened and ready to meet his belly, when he finally beat the last level of his new favorite game; only to discover that those screams of terror and fear…yea those weren’t coming from his PC and his living room window is now a pile of ash. Nagi doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much red and yellow in his life, all of it becoming one big blur of flames that he somehow jumped through and landed on the street below— thankfully he lives on the ground floor, otherwise his body would join his couch in a pile of broken limbs. Damn, this is all such a hassle.

No one would be able to guess what it was that caused this chaos…okay, actually it’s not too out of this world; just a commercial jet falling from the sky with a monstrous thing (??) crawling out of the window onto the streets of Tokyo, whilst an oddly green gas dilutes the air.

Yeah, not too crazy— but just crazy enough to make even Nagi Seishiro, laziest man on earth, leave the comfort of his homely apartment to find his neighborhood in complete and utter chaos. He even saw his delivery man devouring the convenience store owner that always gives him an extra bonus off his nightly midnight snack. Man, he loved that guy. That’s a sight that’ll make him shudder for years to come; assuming he can stay alive for the next however many hours and days this newfound apocalypse is going to take.

Nagi thinks it’s been nearly an hour since he started running and he didn’t even know he had this much stamina in him. Maybe he’s secretly a superhuman or another one of the monsters the city has been consumed by— or perhaps his adrenaline rush is nearly infinite since he’s never utilized it in his entire life. He’s not sure of the logistics. He failed high school biology…and chemistry…and physics. There’s a reason why he turned to gaming and shied away from college. This thrill and rush isn’t meant for him. He’s a couch potato that wants to do nothing but rot and enjoy the satisfying ding Twitch gives him whenever he receives a new sub. His generation needs instant gratification…and right now? Well, he’s in desperate need of some water. 

Hesitantly, Nagi rounds into the glass doors of the nearest and safest looking building he happens to see— which is luckily a convenience store similar to the one near his apartment. He’s more than surprised when the automatic doors open in a pinch and he’s able to enter with no difficulty. The store is somehow in little disarray, with its grocery items on the shelves in their rightful spots and few sparse bags of chips laying on the tile floor. However, what is in disarray is the pharmacy section. There are drugstore pills scattered everywhere. He can’t even tell what kind of medications were being scavenged in a clear panic for medical amenities, and highly doubts that whoever was searching for supplies was able to get any with the state the back of the store is in. The font on the labels is so small that Nagi, the man who stares at a screen all day, can’t decipher what they say; and he’s assuming that whoever was in here is long dead and gone. But then again…

…he’s never been the kind of guy who’s always right.

“I come in peace!” His voice is two octaves higher than it normally is. If this were a choir audition, he’d absolutely ace it. “I swear I just came for some water! Please don’t kill me, zombie, please!”

Both of his eyes are shut whilst he awaits his inevitable demise, assuming that the unknown presence in the room likely has an appetite for human organs. There were so many things he wanted to do with his life…like ride a hot air balloon? Actually, that would be really hot if he were that close to the sun. Surf in the Caribbean? Ew, he could get bit by a crab. Get a girlfriend? He can’t complain about that one, that would be very very nice. 

Oh no, he’s already getting eaten…he can practically hear her imaginary laughter already.

“Really? Those are your last words?”

Zombies can talk?

Nagi fearfully inches one eye open to see the most gorgeous person he thinks he’s seen in his entire life. Sure, you look a little disheveled— with your soaked hair and dirt-crusted skin— but to him, you look like something out of his imagination. The female protagonist that he could only dream about campaigning with in a first-person-shooter game, and would later search for a worthy poster to stick on his wall. If love at first sight is real, then this is definitely it. The only issue? Your barrel is pointing straight at his face.

“You’re going to shoot me?” He exclaims, scrambling to back up but ultimately tripping on his own laces and landing on his ass. “Ah shit, that hurts.”

Elegantly, you rush to his side. “You have injuries?” With eyes scanning over every inch of his body, there’s genuine concern dripping from your tongue like honey. Your voice is like a melody, oh man. Nagi thinks he’s a goner— not because he could be eaten by zombies, but because he feels like he’d jump in front of a moving bus to protect you. Pfft, and some protection he’s doing, embarrassing himself like this…

“Nope, nothing’s hurt…” he mumbles, sitting up with an attempted nonchalant look on his face. “...only my ego.”

A small smile reveals itself before him and your eyes crinkle as you let out a little laugh, and instantly he’s almost more obsessed with you. It’s as if you’re some higher being that he was blessed to see on his final day on earth, with golden rays radiating from your skin and big irises that he could drown in. Perhaps if it weren’t the end of the world, the two of you could’ve walked to this store together— holding hands and speaking softly about your shared interests and passions— and he could make you laugh a million times and more…now that he’s really thinking about it, you’re the first girl he’s made laugh probably ever and he really wishes there wasn’t a menacing zombie apocalypse getting in the way of his beautiful fantasy. 

“I’m assuming you’re alone?” You stand up, looking down at him. 

Alone as in single or…

“You don’t have any family that you escaped with?”

…okay not alone as in single. Got it.

“It’s just me,” Nagi stands to his feet and is loving your shocked reaction to his towering height. “My family’s overseas right now, so I think they’re alright. I mean, I hope they’re alright. I don’t have any service to reach them, right now. My phone is down.”

You nod, reaching in your bag for something he can’t quite see. What he can see, though, is the massive shotgun strapped to your back and three large cartridges hanging from your belt— somehow you’re able to carry all that and four grenades, two handguns, and six rolls of bandages in that pack of yours, which you lay out for him so lovingly on the floor. 

“Take what you need.” Oh hell, what has he gotten himself into?

As he backs up cautiously, realization dawns upon your face. “You’ve never done this before have you?” 

“Is living through a zombie apocalypse a common experience?” His mouth is agape. “Yeah, sorry…can’t say this isn’t the first time for me.”

A sigh slips from your lips and you gather your things, packing everything into your bag except for a standard handgun. Nagi can feel his heartbeat picking up as you take three steps closer to him. One. Two. Three. He wishes you’d chosen to take a fourth— that way you’d be nose to nose, he’d get to see your beauty up close, and then memorize the curves and features of your face— which he’d surely never forget as he’d think about them morning, night, and day. He’d love to fantasize about you for hours but you have other plans, dropping said standard handgun into his palms. 

“Just aim for the head, okay?” 

Um. No. Not okay. 

“I don’t really shoot real guns…” he rambles, attempting to get rid of the deadly weapon you’ve so casually given him. “I’m more of a lover, y’know? Talk things out instead of shooting things in between their eyes? I like digital zombies! Yeah, those guys are chill…love ‘em so much…please take this away from me.”

You shake your head, already on your way out of the door. “Nope, you’re coming with me.”

“Why?” If this were a video game, there’d be a massive exclamation point flashing above his head, along with a grave that he could crawl into instead of joining you on this suicide mission. Being six feet under sounds pretty nice right about now…but he’s sure that the look you’re giving him is more deadly than any threat outside. “I don’t think I’m going to be much help to you.”

“Nagi, is it?” You clarify, to which he nods. “There are only two choices right now, and I know we just met but I’d rather you live than die. You’re tall. Your height is going to give you a range advantage when we’re out there, and I can already tell that you have great spatial awareness…not many people would’ve noticed me in the shadows. You know this area far better than I do, and sure, you’ve never held a gun before, but you’ve got to fight to live.”

As your voice continues in a soft-spoken tone, he’s mesmerized. “I want you to live, and I’m going to make sure you do.”

He can feel himself nodding along to your words— his heart getting lighter by the second, perhaps out of adrenaline but he’s going to believe it’s love. He needs something to look forward to when this is all over, if this is ever over, and that something is the image of you and him on a date. With you looking stunning in your favorite outfit and him hopefully looking better than he does right now…clear skies with the cicadas shushing themselves so he doesn’t miss a single thing you say…enough money in his bank account to cover anything and everything you wish for…and the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers that he can find. What are your favorite flowers?

“Can I ask you something before I say yes?” Nagi’s voice is sweet, seemingly comforting you as your shoulders drop from their automated offensive stance. You look a little curious, likely assuming that he’s going to ask you some tips on how to shoot a gun— which he probably should if he’s being honest with himself, but that’s an issue that isn’t as important as his current curiosity. “Do you have a favorite flower?” 

With teeth shining at him, he’s blinded by the overwhelming beauty you send his way and for the second time, he makes you laugh. 

“My favorite flower? You’re so strange.” Overcome with a fit of giggles, he thinks that this is your first time laughing at something a man said as well. “Why do you need to know that? Are you asking me out or something?”

“I am.” He states bluntly and your cheeks flush red. 

There’s a minute of silence between the two of you and each second is more excruciating than the last. With a heavy clock ticking in his ear, telling him that he’s made a fool of himself as the hand inches more and more to the left; he’s counting down his probable rejection as he’s just shot his shot in the middle of the end of the world. What a stupid decision. He knows his timing could be better— could be a lot better actually— and there’s a part of him that regrets even attempting…but none of that matters, because you’re smiling.

Maybe he makes you just as nervous as you make him…

“Okay Nagi,” you grin and adjust the shotgun strap across your chest. “If we both survive this, I promise I’ll go out with you…but I have some high expectations. I want the most expensive flower arrangement money can buy.” 

“And what kind of flowers are you wishing for, gorgeous?” His voice is a sexy whisper, and Nagi didn’t even know he could be so seductive.

You jokingly roll your eyes at the pet name and toss him one of your inactive grenades, which he catches with ease, urging him to follow you into the chaos— but not before you give him the answer he so desperately desires.

“Snowdrops.”

There are two things that Nagi has realized in the past thirty minutes. 

1.) He’s a lot more athletic than he thought he was. 

Running for a half an hour straight is something that he never imagined himself doing— especially considering that he’s never stepped one foot into a gym in his entire life. What he originally thought to be clumsiness, turns out to be raw strength untouched. You were right to assume that his lengthy limbs would do him some justice in the fight for his life, and he’s thankful for his towering height as he’s blocked falling debris from smacking you atop the head nearly five times now; though, he did miss a flying sneaker that happened to nail you straight in the nose. He’s trying his best, give him a break. 

2.) You might be a figment of his imagination. 

Sure, this idea is likely false as he definitely felt your weight when you were sent flying from a stray hand grenade and landed on top of him, but you just seem so perfect. Getting to know you has been a dream come to life— though making conversation while running for his life isn’t the easiest feat, he’s managing. Some of the things you’ve told him do seem to be made up, though. For instance, you were the culprit behind the plane crash and while he’d love to picture a sunsetting sky with the two of you floating in the breeze, you’re not going to be piloting that jet. However, he has to give you a break because he’s never flown anything other than pixelated aircrafts, especially aircrafts that contain a deadly monster oozing toxic gas that turns people into zombies. Yeah, he couldn’t quite believe that either.

“On your left!” The sound of your voice snaps him back into focus and he realizes there are four zombified citizens barreling your way. “I could use some help here!”

You definitely don’t need his help. For God’s sake you have a shotgun the size of your leg that’s already mowed down three of them and Nagi’s just barely getting used to the sound of the bang. So far he’s pretty much been useless if not for letting you know what’s coming up in the distance, and also being the absolute last resort solution— which is rare, but oh shit it’s happening right now! You’re out of shells! How exactly does he fire this thing again?

Shakily, he attempts to point his handgun in the direction of the lone zombie bounding towards you. “Deep breaths, Nagi! Focus and aim!” Your words of encouragement are appreciated, but ultimately useless as he desperately starts stray shooting. 

“Fucking aim!” You’re losing your patience for him so fast, to which he tries his best to calm down and breathe.

In and out.

His heart rate begins to slow.

Breathe and concentrate. 

His eyes become unclouded by his anxiety, and his vision clears. 

Lock on.

He has a mark on the target. 

With his pistol’s aim assist shining against the zombie’s forehead, he confidently fires a single bullet. It soars through the air, squealing in its flight, and he lets out a sigh of relief…a sigh that he exhaled far too early.

Aw shit, he missed. 

You grunt, bracing yourself against his bullet that ricochets off of the nearby telephone pole and grazes your right arm. He has a clear view of the scarlet blood dripping down your elbow and onto the pavement, and his heart feels heavy. He’s so fucking useless that he’s injuring you. Nagi doesn’t think it’s even possible to be worse at flirting than him; he can’t imagine that there are many guys who are accidentally shooting the girl they like, yet here he is. 

Thankfully, you being the badass agent you are, you’ve managed to reload your eleven shells of ammo in the time it took for him to fire one bullet— and you easily dissolve the zombie to bits and pieces. 

“Your aim can use a little work.” You snort, brushing your fingers against the small wound.

He rips the sleeve of his t-shirt off and attempts to wrap it around your arm. This is what you’re supposed to do, right? The only training he’s had in the medical field is from that one surgeon simulator game he played in middle school, and to be completely honest, it was a pretty good game! However, he’s definitely doing something wrong because you place your hand over his and show him how to properly treat an open wound. Normally, Nagi would be embarrassed that he’s failing so miserably right now— but honestly, the only thing on his mind is how this is the first time you’ve held his hand. He can’t tell if there are butterflies in his stomach or if the smell of blood is triggering vomit. Hopefully the former.

It’s no surprise that your perceptive self notices his focus on your intertwined hands, to which you take the lead and insist on pushing forward. “As romantic as this is, we should find some shelter before we get eaten in the midst of making out.” 

Oh?

“You want to make out with me?” 

Oof that slap hurt. His priorities clearly don’t align with yours.

“Okay, okay.” Nagi holds his hands up in surrender before you can smack his chest for a second time, and he’s finally able to notice your surroundings. Since when was the Mikage Buildingright behind you? Hm…the imminent fear of death must have distracted him. “My best friend’s family owns this tower here. I promise it’s safe.”

Your gaze narrows at the wall of glass windows that are seemingly spotless. There isn’t a single crack, faulty line, or zombie-sized hole that’s visible to the naked eye and he feels a little swell of pride for Reo’s family. Yeah, that’s right! My best friend’s parent’s architects are great at making buildings! It finally seems like he’s had his first good idea of the night, and Nagi couldn’t be more proud. Progress is progress (even if he shot you in the process)! 

“It looks good.” You nod in approval and begin cautiously making your way towards the doors.

While following closely behind, he watches your back and ensures that there’s no one on your trail; which isn’t difficult in the slightest. Most of the civilians have died by now and you’ve already cleared every undead in the area…without his help. He doesn’t know how he managed to be so lucky that he ended up with you, but he’s grateful for every second— and now that you’re finally in his familiar territory, he can finally show you what he’s worth. 

“There’s an elevator up these steps.” Nagi leads you up the grand staircase, remembering how he lazily trotted down it yesterday after Reo tried, once again, to convince him to join his football club. “I think it’ll work, I know they have emergency systems and everything.”

“I don’t know, Nagi…” your voice trails off, something amiss about it. “I just have a weird feeling about this place.”

“I promise Reo’s family’s going to take care of us, they’re the best.” He deflects your concerns, trusting that his friend will pull through and have some crazy solution to save the world. There’s never been a time where he couldn't count on Reo and as soon as you reach the top of these steps, you’ll agree. The text he sent out asking for help is almost delivered, just a few more seconds and that blue line will slide all the way to the right and Reo will be right down the elevator as soon as possible. 3…2…1…sent! There! You’ll both be saved!

But if Reo’s on the top floor in his room…why did his ringtone ding just meters away?

There’s a corpse laying in front of the elevator doors, mangled and bruised. How did Nagi not notice it before? Was he too distracted thinking of his closest and only friend he’s ever had? No way. The security team must have destroyed all of the zombies in the building already, he’s sure Reo and the others are fine— but why does that body look so familiar?

No.

It can’t be him. 

Three steps away. 

There’s got to be some kind of mistake here. A prank right?

Two steps away. 

He can’t be dead. His best friend can’t be dead!

One. 

“No…” With his voice trembling, he stands over his best friend’s body. Reo’s violet hair is drenched in blood, seemingly resembling the color of a plum rather than the typical lavender hue. If it were a normal day, Nagi would laugh at the awful color— telling his partner in crime that the shade didn’t suit him in the slightest and Reo would laugh in annoyance, aiming a ball straight for the taller boy’s head…but this isn’t a normal day. This is the end of the world; and that beautiful lavender flower that Nagi associated with his teammate is wilting. It’s dying. It’s dead along with the heartbeat within it. Reo is dead. 

“Nagi. I need you to step back slowly.” He spins to see you with your barrel aimed at Reo’s corpse, but he can’t seem to move. It’s almost as if he’s been stunned, frozen in place with frostbite cementing his legs to the granite floors, and mouth encased in ice. He’s so overwhelmed that he can’t even open his mouth to give you a warning that there’s something moving behind you. Why can’t he speak? He needs to tell you! However, right when his teeth quiet their jitter, you’re tackled to the ground with a loud pummel. 

Immediately, gunshots ring out in the grand hall. You’re firing in every direction in an attempt to blast off your opponent, but this zombie is particularly agile and you don’t have much room to move with your large shotgun…looking back in retrospect, giving Nagi your only handgun wasn’t the greatest idea.

“C’mon!” Repeatedly, you call out to him, but he remains paralyzed in fear. “Stop being useless!”

He watches as you struggle to wrestle off the infected woman, grunting and groaning with every punch you deal to its face. The skin on her cheeks is almost a greyish shade, discolored and decaying with a potent smell that burns his nostrils. It’s hard to tell who’s who under the blanket of shadows she’s trapped you under, but occasionally he catches a glimpse of golden eyes that tell him the zombie is still alive. 

Somehow, with your almost supernatural raw strength, you’re able to hook your thighs around the zombie’s neck— pinning it down to the pearly floors and trapping it beneath your weight. It claws and cries out, desperately trying to escape your grasp, and Nagi almost feels bad for it. Just a few hours ago, this woman had a life. A real life that she likely looked forward to living every day; and now she’s nothing but a brainless carnivore with cannibalistic intentions. She could’ve been a mother. There could be a little boy out there missing her and waiting for her to come home, tell him that he’s safe, and that everything is going to be alright. When was the last time Nagi talked to his own mother? Why does he deserve to live and this woman doesn’t? Why is he so special that he was saved, while the rest of Tokyo was left to rot? 

It isn’t fair. 

None of it is fair.

He doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve to be here. 

He’s taken his life for granted from the moment he learned to walk. Why should you be wasting your time trying to get him to safety when he’s nothing more than absolutely useless? He needs to help.

He needs to be brave…

…but he misses his chance once more. 

Letting out a wailing scream, you muster up enough energy to crush the woman’s head between your thighs, and Nagi is splattered with blood and guts. He doesn’t know how you’re so strong— it’s almost eerie in a way— but he’s more concerned with the state of your well-being. The look of exhaustion in your eyes acts as a glaring sun against his icy posture, and his feet are thawed from the floor, rushing towards you in mere seconds. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he kneels on the ground before you and cups your face closely, “Hey— hey, don’t close your eyes. I’m right here. Please stay awake.” Nagi doesn’t think his voice has ever been so gentle nor has he ever felt this kind of worry for a girl before. Sure, he hasn’t known you for long, but he knows he can’t go on without you. You’re a team and a team sticks together. You can’t die right here! He’s not going to allow that!— but before he can lift you up like the knight in shining armour he wishes he could be, there’s a faint rustling behind him…a familiar rustling. Nagi knows that sound. He knows those movements. He’s heard them a million times and he’d be able to recognize them even in the midst of Shibuya Crossing in the busy hours. 

Where did Reo’s body go?

Perhaps it dissolved or maybe it was kicked aside in the midst of your fight. 

That has to be it, right? Where else could he be?

Nagi’s confusion is understandable. He’s thinking rationally given the circumstances and his heartbeat is somewhat steady. The mass of his body hovers over yours in a protective stance, like a dragon guarding a princess, and for once he appears to be confident. However, that confidence has been set aflame. He can feel his blood racing, burning through his veins in fear and distress, and he wishes he could simply rip his vitals from his skin to destroy the wretched emotions. The sight before him is something out of a horror movie…a horror movie where Nagi is the main character. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Reo leaps out of the shadows before Nagi can even react. 

There’s a blur of hands and feet, hitting and kicking at each other, and the snow haired boy never knew he was this agile. Reo is clearly doing his best to hit Nagi’s vital arteries; to which he’s blocking each attack with his forearms. This is chaos. He doesn't even have a second to think for himself and consider the possibility of blasting Reo’s head off with his handgun. He can’t do that…this is his best friend! 

As Nagi’s leg lines up to knock him off his feet, Reo lunges down and grabs a hold of it. In a panic, he attempts to shake his friend off— wiggling his leg up and down whilst reaching for his combat knife in his back pocket— and slices the skin in between Reo’s forearm and bicep…which is ultimately ineffective. Oh, shit he just got angrier! Growling, zombie-fied Reo clasps his hands around Nagi’s waist, lifting him off the ground with ease and throwing him into the elevator doors. The sound of his body slamming against the metal slab rings out, echoing in the grand foyer and deafening Nagi’s left ear. His breathing is heavy and he feels like he can’t get a single ounce of air in his lungs. Everything seems to be blurry, foggy with mist covering his irises as he attempts to see what’s right in front of him. 

A carnivorous Reo…

…and an unconscious you.

It’s clear to him what’s going on. There are two outcomes to this horrific situation and whatever decision Nagi makes is going to impact the rest of his life. 

1.) Let you go and join the afterlife with his best friend. 

2.) Save you and never see his best friend again. 

His heart is at war within himself. One side fighting for Reo, the boy he’s known for so long. The boy he’s laughed and cried with. The boy who knows everything about him. The boy who believed in him when no one else did…until you came along. 

Just the thought of seeing your lifeless eyes, bloodied body, and severed limbs flips a switch inside him— and Nagi finally comes to realize what’s happening. This isn’t Reo. This shell of a man with a monstrous hunger isn’t his best friend. Reo is a ghost now. He doesn’t exist anymore and now his body is being possessed by the undead, or whatever zombies are. He can miss his friend all he wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that the thing creeping towards you is nothing but a stranger who knows all of Nagi’s secrets. 

It’s time for him to fight to live. 

As he swiftly stands and tackles Reo to the floor, a wave of memories flash before Nagi’s eyes. 

The moment he first heard Reo’s voice. It was light and friendly. He had used a tone that Nagi hadn’t ever heard before, and although he had no interest in playing soccer, he still wanted to impress the popular boy— not because he wanted a higher status or a girlfriend, but because he knew this stranger needed a friend…and he really needed a friend, too. 

His palms grip Reo’s throat, ripping him off of your body.

The first time Reo laughed at something he said. It wasn’t intended to be funny, but the plum-haired boy couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles and Nagi found himself laughing as well. Sitting in the school courtyard, side-by-side with crumbling onigiri falling from their mouths, there’s no doubt that they looked like two elementary schoolers finding humor in something obscurely immature— but despite that, it’s one of his fondest memories. 

Reo struggles against Nagi’s weight, pinned to the floor with nowhere to run.

When he’d first shown him his concerningly large collection of video games, Reo hadn’t batted an eye. In fact, the very next day, Nagi received a friend request from him. Which seemed like a small act at the time, until he found out that Reo had gone to the tech store and purchased an entire PC set up just so he could be the Player 2 to Nagi’s Player 1. They were partners in both the real and virtual world— an unstoppable pair that won more tournaments as time went on— and Nagi will never clean out his xbox inventory filled with their trophies. 

His finger grazes the trigger.

This is it. 

No more memories.

It’s time to say goodbye.

In movies, when the protagonist has to kill their loved one, a single tear rolls down their cheek. 

For Nagi, his face drowns in his cries. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He’s gone.

“I love you.”

Reo’s body dissolves into ash…

…then dust…

…then nothing. 

“I’m so sorry.”

PART TWO COMING IN THE NEAR FUTURE (i’m a slow writer pls forgive me)

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Wilbur Soot| Pregnancy headcanons

I have these set to be posted at a certain time, I hope it works, I would like for these to be while I sleep. Enjoy.

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust thank you for being willing to yell at me if these aren't up, also some real real dadbur coming up soon, I got these and thought I'll do the rest later. So look forward to that.

I’m not going to say that Wilbur is afraid of commitment, but I will say he doesn’t like stagnation. This is why he moves a lot or is always traveling, so having a child was never something on his bingo card.

You know this, this is why when you miss a period and start throwing up in the morning, and can’t stomach some of your favorite food, it raises suspicion for both of you. This being said, being pregnant is not even a serious thought that comes to mind.

Being the hypochondriac that he is, Wilbur wants you to get a professional to check you out. The both of you are in for a surprise. It is a stage of shock for a while, it just doesn’t sink in for a week or two. Then comes the one night, after a really tough day of hormones being absolutely everywhere the two of you are in bed, getting ready for bed, right as you’re on the edge of sleep he just softly lets you know that “we got this”

This man? Never misses a single one of your appointments, he wants to be there, both to support you and so he knows that you and the baby are safe and healthy. He’s just going to be sitting there, in the chair next to you, and taking notes. When leaving he always makes sure to put up the little flyers on the reception desk.

Anytime that he is not home with you, whether it’s because he is filming with Tommy, in the Studio, or whatever, if he’s not doing anything he is reading a parenting book or some mommy blogger’s page.

When he is home, or really just around you, he’s doing everything for the both of you. Constantly making sure you have water, rubbing your ankles, getting you snacks, extra blankets, honestly whatever.

He loves shopping for the baby, everytime he leaves the house he’ll come home with something for the kid. Be it a toy, some clothes, a little blanket. He will spend hours in different stores just looking at the different nursery set ups, everytime he sees something that he thinks looks nice and you’re not with him, he always takes a picture of it and sends it to you.

He is laughably bad at putting furniture together, you can not trust him to put things together by himself. You have to supervise him while he putting things together. Like when he puts the dresser together you have to tell him multiple times that he has the wrong piece, is is grabbing the wrong screwdriver.

He gets in his head about his kid not liking him, that he’s going to be so busy and not see the important moments or that he won’t know how to connect with them. He’s just an anxious baby, who needs your reassurance. Hold him, point out the parts of his personality that you know would make him a fun dad. He returns this in kind when you have you’re moments, honestly he does it even when you are not have a moment. You could just be lying in bed and he’d be “You’re so kind, and patient and pretty. That last has nothing to do with you being a mom, but it’s still true. ”

Cries upon finding out the baby is a girl. Big fat tears and is not ashamed of it. This is the point where he starts to talk to anyone and everyone about it. He would not be one to share it online or on stream, but does absolutely tells anyone who he comes across in real life. He could be in a line in a grocery store and he’s just chatting to anyone about it. In the middle of a lovejoy practice? “Mark did you know at 26 weeks-”

He cannot hack being in the delivery room, he can’t. He’d be sitting outside of the room, a full ball of stress and anxiety, just hoping that everything ends alright. The moment he comes back into the room and sees her he is in tears again. Like his perfect daughter, right there, in person sitting there with his other perfect girl. He’s just so in love with the both of you.

[cottonpuffmouse]

God I’m such a fool to not be writing Kunikida in love as Kent Davidson in love with Sue.

No, Kunikida will not out right flirt with you. He will wait several months, possibly several years, to ask you out. You would be lucky if you got a few drunk kisses inbetween that. It’s a harsh reality of Kunikida’s character: He Is Methodically Cautious.

But in the middle of a semi-serious meeting, where Doppo has more less been playing hardass all morning, you make a joke about the case.

And he laughs. It’s a quick, ‘blink and you’ll miss it laugh’. But he laughs! It’s funny! He does not scold you about speaking out of turn about the case either.

When he calls you with bad news, instead of straight “Here are the facts as of now:”, he says “I’m sorry. Here are the facts as of now. If you need anything, I will be available after 7PM.” And he means it!!! If you said you needed groceries, he would come with groceries!!! He would demand a small hassel delivery fee but it would be reasonable considering the groceries would be on him.

And perhaps most damningly for a Kunikida trying to hide his affections for you: He trusts you to be competent. Atsushi, Dazai, Ranpo, etc need to be checked on constantly to ensure their good behavior - (in a day to day setting anyways. In crisis they are obviously perfectly capable. They save their energy I think.)

But you can be trusted to just…do the fucking job.

You have no idea how crazy this drives him. I’m not exaggerating when I say it almost turns him on how he can ask you to perform a task and know, beyond any unexpected issues, it will get done. It’s truly epic for him. You are taking a chunk of the world off his shoulders.

He’ll admit it one day. Dazai will start a weird count down on his desk with a calendar that started in May. Every few months he would turn to the next month and he’d made a big show of it. He started in October. It would now March of the following year. Dazai’s calendar would have you believe it is June.

Life was bad tolerable until about Dazai’s Calendar’s March and Kunikida started acting fidgety around you.

On every mission he stayed close to you, constantly gently bumping into you - like someone testing an electrical fence. He became fond of getting between you and dangerous opponents. Doppo starts ensuring your snacks were bought with your grocery budget - you’ll be never without Matcha tea cakes and berry tea again!

The day the calendar reached May again, Kunikida formal courted you.

When asked about this weird way of counting down, Dazai insisted he was psychic. When that failed, he said his actual ability was to read minds of fussy people. As he was rattling off his third bit, Ranpo insisted.

“A clock would have been better? Because it always ends at 12, your calendar has extra months.”

“I had to account for him adding more of those stupid requirements when he changed the final one,” Dazai said with a grin. “Plus a calendar is what I hand in hand.”

(Last bit for all my fellow “I could never met his ideals”-ers. His ideals would change!! To you!!)

[ilovepapahet]

Sweetheart

Chapter Seven

Your wasting your tongue with your excuses and lies

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, drugs, mentions of sex, vomiting

Let me know if I missed anything

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After a few days of exhaustion from work you were home, you could now sit back a relax with your cat. You hung out with Kirk yesterday… or well went out with him. Not in a date way just a friend way nothing more. He told you he talked about you to his friends. They thought you seemed cool and would love to meet you.

Kirk said his best friend would especially love to meet you, but warned you before he’s the kinda guy that fucks any girl who looks his way or seems like his type.

You laughed because he reminded you of Lars. Always infatuated with the girls telling you all the time, “I think she likes me”.

God he was too much. You put a movie on and snacked on some chips, you loved this you needed this. You were gonna call Dave but he had a date with the girl he had been talking with. You didn’t mind.. you finally had peace and quiet. Then your door bell goes off.. fuck off. You get up off the couch with a groan, people show up at the worst time… or the worst people show up. You open the door expecting Kirk or a delivery guy who got the wrong house, nothing out of the ordinary.

You open the door and see… what the actual fuck. Lars. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops for a quick second.

“Lars?! How’d you find me how’d-“ your cut off quick with a suffocating hug from Lars, you could practically feel your ribs crack from the squeeze. “Lars… you’re hurting me”.

He quickly pulls away and brush’s you off “Sorry sorry sorry”. He looks a little different from the last time you’d seen him. “What are you doing here?” You step outside and close the door now at eye level with him.

He picks at the skin of his fingers, a few scars faint from playing the drums. “I… I wanted to apologize”.

You’re a bit taken aback, but nonetheless let him continue. “I wanted to apologize for everything… everything I’ve done” he was a bit shaky with his words being careful with them.

“I was an asshole.. and you were hurt. You didn’t deserve that and due to my selfishness I lost a friend.. my best friend my sister”. His words hung in the air not in a bad way, but nor in good way. You’re kinda neutral.

“You don’t have to forgive me I just want you to know that I’m sorry.. I’m not apologizing just so I can consider myself a good person, I’m apologizing because I fucked up” he paused for a second “I just want you to know how sorry I am and I’ll regret for the rest of my life”.

He looked at you his hands shook with anxiety, overthinking that you’d turn him away.

You didn’t know how to feel or what to say or do, you just sat there looking stupid and so did he. The silence was painful and awkward you both just standing there looking at each dumbfounded.

You wanted to slam the door in his face and never see him again, but another part of you wanted to welcome him in and to regain that trust and an old friendship. Without thinking you opened your door and stepped aside to let him in. What were you doing? What the fuck are you thinking?

With a sigh you spoke “… Come in” you were probably going to regret this.

Lars hesitated for a second before walking forward taking his shoes and leaving them at the door. He looked around your house taking everything in, Phoenix’s tail puffed up at seeing Lars obviously spooked by the stranger in his home he scurried off to some part of the house. “You got a cat” Lars spoke softly not knowing what else to say.

You shut the door slowly, “Yeah… wanted some company”. Lars nodded his head “What’s its name?”.

“Phoenix”, “Cool”. The awkward silence was there again. “You never answered my question” you looked up at him.

“What was it?”

“How’d you find me.. did dad tell you?”

Lars took at deep breath “No.. no he didn’t. Uh Kirk told me actually”

You’d probably beat the shit out of Kirk if only he knew you both knew each other, but that’s for another day. “Oh.. I guess you were the friend he was telling me about”, “Yeah I guess so”.

You had so many questions for Lars but couldn’t word them, too much was running through your mind. “Have you been holding up ok?…. I worry about you a lot”, your heart broke at his words.

He still worries about you despite everything he, always has though. You could now fully understand how he was so sorry for what he did and you wanted to sob in his arms and tell him how much you missed him and how you regret cutting him out of your life. “I could be better” you sigh out. Lars chuckled lightly “couldn’t agree more”.

You both sat down on the couch and talked for what felt like years, Lars has a habit of talking to much it was probably his anxious nerves that were making him talk more than he already did. Could you blame him though? You told Lars everything that had been going on with your life after you left and asked him about Dave and why he kicked him out like he did. Lars listened to everything you had to say like he used to, not him cutting you off to tell you something that you probably couldn’t give two shits about. After talking Lars’s ear off he asked you a question, “Do you still think about James?”.

You kinda expected the question you weren’t to irritated by it “No” you lied. “I don’t think about him at all” that was such a big fuckin lie. You thought about him a lot because of the dreams you’ve been having.

“That’s fair” Lars nodded understandably.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to know… Cause he still thinks about you”

It came as a shock to you that James still thought about you. Really? After everything he put you through? Sure he most likely didn’t play victim you knew he wouldn’t but it still surprised you.

“Really? I thought he was done with me completely”

Lars let out a long sigh “Yeah same. I thought he wouldn’t care anymore mostly because he broke up with you. Although he doesn’t admit it he kinda just will bring you up then drop it quickly”

This was still a lot for you to take in. Lars just randomly showing up, you finding out that Kirk was the new bandmate of Metallica technically Dave’s replacement and that James of all people still thinks about you. You should also probably tell Lars you saw Cliff. At least you and Cliff didn’t end off on bad terms.

“He really isn’t the same after the breakup” Lars admitted.

despite you wanting to know you knew you shouldn’t ask, it be better if you dropped the topic and changed it to something else. “Oh.. ok” you say sheepishly.

“I really think you should maybe-“ you cut him off knowing what he’s going to say “No no, I’m not going to talk to him”.

“But-“

“No Lars” you say firmly.

Lars let’s got a sigh knowing you’ll never talk to him again, he didn’t blame you of course he feels bad but he just wishes you’d change your mind.

You both sat there in awkward silence for a big before he asked you a question and you replied starting up a normal conversation, just like you both used to. You both talked for hours about you lived new interests if you had any new boyfriends or if Lars had any new girlfriends. Lars told you that everyone is now making their own money, enough to move out of the small old moldy home they all used to live in.

It made you happy and all the stories Lars was telling you of all of them being in that house. From what Lars was telling you is that it’s basically just him and Cliff left as that house, James is slowly moving out and Kirk was the first to leave. He still doesn’t know how.

Later that night Lars brought up James again. “I really do think you should talk to James”. “Lars please” you sigh closing your eyes in frustration.

“Please hear me out”

“Lars I don’t want to talk about him”

“He’s been getting worse”

Those four words got your attention quickly “What do you mean? He’s been getting worse”. There’s a hint on concern laced in your voice, you can’t help but worry about him. Theres sometimes drawing you to him.

“How is he getting worse?”

“He’s been drinking a lot more, more than usual I slowly started noticing it about a month ago”. Goddamnit Lars you genuinely thought he was drinking more after the break up not from a month ago. You were still worried about him but you could just be overthinking.

“Oh Lars than if it’s just from a month ago than I think he’s ok” you try to reassure him, but in full honesty you can’t tell if your trying to reassure Lars or yourself.

“I think I should probably head on my way though” Lars said standing up “I’ll spend the night at Kirk’s than go home tomorrow”.

“Alright” you stand up with him “it was nice seeing you Lars really.. it’s been awhile”.

Lars smiled at you “Yeah.. it’s nice seeing my sister again”.

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yay chapter 7 is done I hope you all enjoyed it there is still more to come, I’ll try my hardest to get the chapters out faster

@metalupyourass699

[rubykgrant]

You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT?

RVB Coffee Shop AU~

(but it's them, so it's WEIRD)

The Red Bean; a shop that specializes in coffee AND chili. The building is styled with a lot of desert and western themes (the whole vibe being "cowboys drinking coffee and eating chili out on the trail). They also serve a lot of "hearty" meals (bacon, fried potatoes, etc). Sarge is the founder and claims to have a "secret ingredient" that makes his coffee fresher and stronger than anything else (so, yeah; he's Mr Krabs). He's the main cook, with Simmons as his assistant (Simmons INSISTS this makes him junior manager. it does not. he's very proud about getting Employee of the Month, though!)

Grif; he would be a very good cook, but he is not to be trusted around the food (he wouldn't eat stuff for the customers, but he just sneaks little snacks all day if given the chance). Instead, he takes the drive-through orders and answers the phone. He also has close-up cleaning duty with Simmons (cleaning sucks, but the two of them have a routine where they can take their time and talk, so it's not so bad together)

Donut; greets customers inside and is the front barista (he keeps trying to come up with fun names for the different brews, but Sarge rejects them). He convinced Sarge they should sell candy too, but it has to SPECIFICALLY be Boston baked beans and various red jelly beans. He accidentally washed his red uniform with a bleach load, and it came out... lightish-red

Lopez; handles the money, and works on general repairs around the business. For special events, he rigged up a food truck so they can sell at other locations. Sarge also wanted to have "delivery jeeps" so they can do big catering orders. Nobody knows why it had to be jeeps, but Lopez made it work. Somehow

Doc; a health inspector who also checks for safety regulations. The Reds are very... chaotic in some regards, and rather strict in others. He'd rather see a place stay open and improve than simply close it, so he gets very involved with trying to help update things (at one point, the Reds thought he was getting mean phone calls from his boss, O'Malley. it turns out O'Malley is NOT his boss. O'Malley is kind of him, but also not, he just isn't always sure how to explain it to people... but now that they know, they can be introduced to O'Malley properly! he proceeds to mock them for their weird coffee-chili gimmick)

Blue Cup Coffee; originally managed by Flowers, who mysteriously went missing shortly after hiring two new employees, who had absolutely no training. Church decided to just give himself a promotion, and now he's the boss (he regrets this, now everything is his fault). He and Tucker made the mistake of enjoying free coffee a little TOO much, didn't sleep for 2 days, and started hallucinating. Church thought he died and turned into a ghost. They decided to NEVER do that again, and the whole incident kinda forced Church into actually thinking like a Responsible Adult (ew). Blue Cup focuses more of sweet and unique treats (iced coffee, milkshakes, lots of pastries and bakery goodies). Church and Tucker still enjoy these very often

Tucker; general clean-up duty and back barista. He wanted to be the one who takes orders up front or in the drive-through, but he kept flirting every time there was a girl (Church handles the front orders. he hates it). One night when he was closing, somebody broke in and tried to rob the place. Tucker stopped them, and the incident even got in the news. Tucker the Hero had a big ego boost over that. Evidently, somebody thought a "hero" would be the perfect person to leave a baby with. Early one morning, after a rush of customers, Tucker went to clean the tables and... yeah. Somebody left a baby all bundled up in a booth. Tucker was ALONE, and because of an accident in the city, emergency numbers were busy, and he PANICKED, closed the coffee shop, raided the cash register, and got a bunch of baby formula and diapers. Church is ticked off about this at first, but eventually Tucker settles down, and when family for the baby can't be located, it seems like maybe Tucker can actually do the whole dad thing

Caboose; a new employee who is a bit "accident prone", and somehow, it always negatively impacts Church. However, Caboose has a lot of enthusiasm for work nobody else wants to do, so Church keeps him around. Caboose is also good at coming up with new treat combos people love to try (special cupcakes and ice cream flavors, all that jazz). He and Tucker sort of fight for Church's attention, to which Church responds "Guys, guys- I hate you both, equally!". He and Tucker also kind of get along, but in the worst way (they aren't allowed to clean together at night anymore; they tried to combine cleaning products in the toilet for "efficiency", and it exploded)

Sheila; the one who takes calls and drive-through orders... a lot of people think it's some kind of automated voice recording that responds to their words, but that's just how she talks on the phone. She also keeps track of the finances, because Church keeps doing the math wrong

Tex; a temporary employee Church calls in when somebody is sick, or Tucker is busy with baby stuff. A lot of people assume from they way they act around each other that Tex, like... stole his wife from him and caused a divorce or something. Everybody is very surprised to learn that she's his ex-girlfriend, that he isn't totally broken-up with, and are maybe still a thing together. She refuses to wear a uniform, and instead just looks like a random biker helping herself to the coffee

Kai; she used to mooch free coffee from her bro, but Sarge cut her off. She got a job at the rival coffee place out of spite, and is now with the Blues. She doesn't pay much attention at work (and keeps wearing clothes that she THINKS are blue... but it never is), but she gets a lot of customers to pay attention to HER, so she's good for repeat-business from people who enjoy flirting (she does suggest they start selling various merch, shirts/hats and what-not, of which she takes a cut of the profits)

The Director; he's some kind of property-flipper, who wants to do something stupid like buy all the coffee places in town, because he and his now dead wife had coffee on their first date, and he's too depressed every time he sees people drinking coffee. No coffee for anybody. He wants to buy out the businesses and open a pretentious "health food" store (it's just regular food, but everything is called "artisan" and the prices are jacked way up. Freelancer Foods, sure why not). The Red and Blue coffee places won't sell to him, so he tries to send employees there for corporate sabotage

Wash; the first person sent over, initially as a go-between for both the Reds and Blues when they have vendor spaces at a county fair (or whatever). Wash isn't super into the idea if doing this, but his boss has old files on him about some... illegal incidents in his past, and is basically threatening to call the cops on Wash. After an accident at the fair, Church winds up in the hospital, and Wash gets found-family-ed by the Blues, who force him to do all the boring responsible stuff. He officially quits his old job, and finds out that there aren't any active warrants/active charges on him anyway (his previous boss was using it as an empty threat. he very much did break the law, it's just been so long, he's not wanted anymore. it wasn't a big deal, anyway. he beat up a cop who was harassing his friends~)

Carolina; shows up at Blue Cup Coffee one day, and kinda just starts demanding to know where Church is. He woke up from the hospital... and kinda wandered off. Evidently, he's related to her, and there's been some WEIRD issues with her family lately, so she just found out about him. Church has got some memory loss problems, and seems offended by the idea that he works at a coffee shop "What, no? I DEFINITELY should have a cooler job than that. Like... a firefighter. Who rides a motorcycle". Although she's pretty bossy and intimidating, Church isn't afraid to just argue back with her, and it eventually helps her be less harsh with everybody. She helps expose the wrongful activity at her father's business, and gets the Reds and Blues to finally join together (now they have one shared location, but the inside is divided right down the middle as RED and BLUE, like an argument in a sit-com)

[lexa-griffins]

Omega Lexa usually spends her heat alone because she's highly independent and doesn't believe she needs the help of an alpha or beta. However, she has a new roommate, alpha Clarke. Lexa's heats are usually mild but living with an alpha changes all of that. Suddenly, her heat is unbearable so will she cross the line and beg Clarke to help her through her heat

Lexa is on suppressants technically. But those can only do so much truly. She didn't even use to use those as most of her roommates used to be other omegas or betas so there was never a need for them as she hid in her room for the three to four days her heat lasted they were always manageable.

Since Clarke moved in however, Lexa has decided it's for the best to use them. It's not that Lexa is scared the alpha will try something but truth be told, Lexa doesn't trust that she herself wont. She doesn't care for alphas, cocky, full of themselves, thinking any omega should kneel to them types. But from the moment Clarke applied for the room Lexa knew she was special in some regard. She was always up front about being an alpha - not that she could hide it in her scent, that Lexa does admit is so much more pleasant than the other alphas she knows, the hint of honey and berries oh so very pleasant - made sure Lexa knew she had a designed place to stay during her rut and that she could make arrangements to be out of the house most of the day during Lexa's heats. She was always very thoughtful about their presentations, sweet and kind to Lexa but never in a way that made Lexa feel as if Clarke saw her as a delicate omega who needed protection. Sometimes, Lexa would even forget Clarke was an alpha at all.

But then her heat hits. And the notion that Clarke is an alpha is always there, in everything she does. And it's overwhelming to say the least. Even using the shower after Clarke used it fills Lexa with a massive sense of need for the alpha. Every single time Clarke gets delivery and knocks on her bedroom door during her heat before leaving so Lexa can retrieve the food and additional snacks Clarke got her just makes Lexa want her more.

It's the third heat Lexa has gone through while living with Clarke that's the worst she ever had so far. It has yet to officially start and two days before it arrives Lexa is already spending most of her nights masturbating thinking of Clarke, of her naked above her, her tits, her cock, her knot. It's not hard to imagine, Clarke isn't one to hide what her body offers, and Lexa takes every single memory she has of her in the least possible clothes.

When her heat finally hits, she can't handle it anymore. Any rational part of her that tells her she doesn't need an alpha to satisfy her is gone and all she can think of is the alpha that sleeps in the room in the other side of the apartment, always with her door slightly ajar. Blinded by her heat, naked with her skin burning up and the shine of her three releases in a row still shinning on her finger, Lexa unlocks her door and stumbles her way to her roommate's room.

The sight of the alpha sleeping on her back, the thin t-shirt's collar moved to the side showing more of her chest than usual and tight boxers that show the perfect outline of her dick immediately send a new wave of wetness to Lexa's uncovered center.

Clarke stirs in her sleep, her nose scrunching when a wave of Lexa's heat reaches her. Lexa can't help but smile when Clarke's dick presses against the fabric of her boxers, awake before Clarke, who soon follows.

"Hm, Lexa?" She asks before she even opens her eyes to the dark room. Lexa's heart beats faster. She knows her scent.

"Clarke, I need you."

"What's wrong?" Still half asleep Clarke reaches to turn on her side table lamp, concerned for Lexa.

The concern is quickly switched to shock as she stares at Lexa, naked and dripping right by her bed, "Lexa, you're in heat, you have to go back to your room." Clarke tells her as calmly as she possibly can, the feeling of her cock reacting to the omega's scent clouding her judgment.

Lexa smells like a blooming meadow in the spring.

"No."

"It's not really up for debate Lexa, please. I can't be this close to you when you're in heat, you might trigger my rut."

"I need you Clarke." The omega's voice is clouded with tears, a sob at the back of her throat. Lexa is never the type of omega to beg for an alpha's attention but she is so desperate, so close she feels she might never survive this heat is Clarke does bury herself inside of her.

"Lexa..." Clarke tries to sound threatening, tries to crate a distance between them but it comes out like a whine. She can smell Lexa's release on her fingers, the wetness between her legs. Her skin is shinning with sweat and all Clarke wants is to lick it off of her.

Lexa takes another step towards her. Her fingers brush her covered dick, now so hard it's painful.

Fuck.

Lexa can't recall how she ended up underneath Clarke. all she knows is that there is a clear separation of how her life felt like before and after Clarke's dick was inside of her. She can't remember ever feeling this good. Her heat was never not torture and right now it feels like heaven. She can't think properly, her nose buried in Clarke's neck, her scent so strong it overwhelming in the best kind of way.

She shouldn't. She doesn't need an alpha. She doesn't need a mate. But Clarke is so soft underneath her hands, so big and hard inside, so gentle with her despite the desperation in her thrusts into her.

There is something against Lexa's entrance. A pressure of something trying to go inside.

On second thought, Lexa should have known she would trigger Clarke's rut. She warned her even. On third thought Lexa should know to not try to go any further. But she is so desperate to have all of Clarke inside.

She isn't sure where the pain is coming from. All she knows is that she is completely filled. All she knows is that her neck aches. And the skin below her teeth has given way for the irony taste of blood.

Clarke's knot is inside and her bite mark adorns her neck and maybe tomorrow morning Lexa will regret it but for now Clarke has her fingers in her mouth, cleaning up the mess of her Lexa's release from earlier before she kisses her, her weight fully on top of Lexa as she moves her hips slowly against Lexa, forcing the knot to release more and more inside.

[pickalilywrites]

Pickalily's JeanKasa Masterpost

A masterpost of my JeanKasa fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Across the Ocean to See You

Canonverse. One shot. Jean crosses the ocean to see Mikasa.

Break My Heart Again

Canonverse. One shot. Jean loves her no matter how much it breaks his heart.

Enough

Canonverse. One shot. Jean doesn't want much for her. Even a little bit of her time would be enough.

Fall Apart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has never let herself fall apart, but even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes.

I Don't Want to Break Your Heart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa knows how fragile the heart is. Jean is willing to take all the risks despite that.

Let Her Go

Canonverse. One shot. Eren's perspective on Jean and Mikasa's relationship.

Love Makes You Stupid

Canonverse. One shot. Sasha helps Jean calm his nerves before his big day.

Pull Me In Close and Don't Let Go

Canonverse. NSFW. One shot. Jean and Mikasa go swimming in the lake.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Canonverse. One shot. As Mikasa falls apart, Jean does his best to comfort her.

Take Care of You

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa picks up her three drunk friends from a bar. Jean is particularly affectionate.

To Love and Be Loved

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has always kept Jean at arm's width. Jean's love is a little more stubborn than that.

Welcome Home

Canonverse. One shot. Jean welcomes Mikasa home after the war.

What I Want to Say

Canonverse. One shot. During a quiet moment, Jean takes the opportunity to say what he has always wanted to say.

Who I Wanted to Be and Who You Are

Canonverse. One shot. With Jean, she can be everything she wants to be. With Jean, she becomes someone she cannot be.

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Selfish

Canon Divergent. One shot. Mikasa doesn’t need love. She doesn’t even want it, really, but sometimes in the middle of the night when she’s lying wide awake with only her lonely thoughts to keep herself company … she yearns for it.

⛧ ⌒ ⛦ ⌒ ⛧ ⌒ ⛦ ⌒ ⛧ ⌒ ⛦ ⌒ ⛧

A Shining Knight

ASOIAF AU. One shot. It takes years to become a knight. Jean knows this more than anyone. He served as a page in his youth, and he’s still serving his time as a squire. His master works for the Royal House Tybur, although the knight has yet to be bestowed with the honor of becoming a part of the Kingsguard. It was unlikely that his master ever would. Only a few knights were trusted enough to become a part of the Kingsguard, and one spot has been reserved for one person in particular even though she has yet to be knighted.

New Girl

Avengers AU. One shot. Balancing adolescence with crime-fighting would be difficult for any teenager. At least the new girl makes things a bit more bearable.

Tension

Ballet AU. “Delivery,” Jean calls, knocking at the door. He hears a muffled voice reply, “Coming!” and he leans back against the doorframe as he waits to be let in. He raises an eyebrow when the door finally opens. Jean dangles a bag, a carton of ice cream inside of it, in front of his friend’s face. “I thought you could use something nice to eat.”

Real Beauty

Celebrity AU. One shot. Jean is granted permission to shoot photos of the elusive celebrity Mikasa Ackerman.

After You

Coffee Shop AU. One shot. Jean and Annie convince each other to ask out their respective crushes. After the other person goes first, of course.

Indirect Kiss

College AU. One shot. Jean mixes tequila into his hot chocolate. Mikasa thinks it's ... an interesting combination, to say the least.

A Way to Say I Love You

Modern AU. One shot. They say there are five love languages. Jean is pretty sure that feeding your partner strange snacks is another one.

We Broke Up Series

1 | 2. Post Break-Up AU. Jean and Mikasa has broken up, but that doesn't mean their love is gone.

Muse

Reincarnation AU. One shot. Jean paints her over and over again, the woman who has haunted him even in his dreams.

What Was Lost

Reincarnation AU. One shot. In another life, maybe they can find happiness together.

I Find out My Crush Is a Mob Boss’ Daughter 

Shoujo Manga AU. One shot. Mikasa Ackerman is eating alone again. It’s been this way since the beginning of the school year. When Jean had first enrolled in Rose Academy, a private high school known for its rigorous education system, Mikasa was the first person he had noticed. It was not the shiny, black limousine nor the suited bodyguards that accompanied the first-year girl to the gate that caught Jean’s attention, although those things certainly did help. Rather, it was the way Mikasa carried herself, her head held high with a mature expression of someone well beyond her years, that intrigued Jean.

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Part Seven I Part Eight I Also on AO3!

We’re getting close to the end! A little Valentine’s Day flower delivery update prior to the boys finally getting to have their big date! Thanks for sticking with me! Happy Valentine’s Day!

***

Whatever Robin said, Steve had absolutely not spent the rest of the day yesterday fretting about delivering flowers with Eddie. What he had done was prepare to be excellent company including fishing out his old cassette to ipod converter so he could provide a classic valentines day soundtrack to the delivery route, put together a bag of snacks and a blanket for the car, and tried on more outfits than he was willing to admit to decide what to wear to accompany Eddie on his delivery route. He’d eventually landed on a pair of joggers and a soft light purple sweater. He felt like it looked festive but wasn’t obnoxiously Valentine’s-coded. Robin had taken a different tactic on her outfit and was fully decked out for the holiday including candy heart earrings and bright pink corduroys. After Steve had told her that he would be out all day with Eddie, Robin had volunteered to hang back with Chrissy at De Lucas’.

“Man, it’s a little early to move in with him, Steve,” Robin joked when Steve had pulled together his bag for the day.

“I just want to be prepared, Robs. I want to at least try to be helpful,” Steve answered.

“Dude, it’ll be great. You’ll be the best little passenger princess Eddie has ever seen.”

“Fuck you.” Steve knew Robin was just messing with him; however, he did feel like maybe he had gone a little overboard. But Eddie had spent the last month secretly wooing Steve and he felt like he owed it to Eddie to make at least a little romantic gesture even though they were officially celebrating tomorrow. “Be nice to me or I’m going to start giving you shit about Chrissy.”

“What about me and Chrissy?” Robin asked.

“Seriously?” Steve glanced over at Robin with a smirk.

“Steve,” Robin warned

“Robin.”

“She is not into me that way, dude,” Robin reasoned.

“This conversation is sounding very familiar,” Steve laughed.

“Goodbye, dingus,” Robin said. “It looks like your chariot is ready.” 

Eddie was honking loudly across the street and waving his arm maniacally out the window of the van in the direction of the tattoo studio. Steve slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way over to Eddie’s van.

“Are we participating in a heist I don’t know about?” Eddie asked as Steve got closer.

“What?” Steve asked. “Oh, the bag! I just brought like snacks and stuff. I figured you might need stuff to make the long day more fun.” Steve blushed a little but hoped Eddie would think it was just the winter chill.

“Stevie! That’s so sweet,” Eddie said. 

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal. Also, I don’t want to, like, distract you from work, so let me know if it’s too much.”

“Nah, I could use something to break up the monotony of Valentine’s deliveries. Ready to get the show on the road?” Eddie said as they got settled into the van.

The van started up and whatever tape Eddie had in the player started blaring. Steve reached over and turned the volume down.

“So, you can totally say no, but I did find my old cassette / ipod converter if you trust me to dj?”

“Do you take requests?” Eddie asked.

“From you, never,” Steve laughed. 

Steve loaded up the playlist he made which happened to include the songs from the Hall & Oates tape Steve had gotten Eddie as well as that one love song from Eddie’s Led Zeppelin record. Steve had of course added other classic sappy Valentine’s Day hits and was singing along to them very badly in the passenger seat. Thankfully Eddie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d join in every once in a while.

“Hey, you have a pretty good voice, dude,” Steve said.

“I thought we’d moved past dude, man,” Eddie teased.

“Do you have a favorite pet name?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, honestly, I’ve never really done the whole like ‘going steady’ thing,” Eddie answered.

“Really? Shit. I’m gonna romance the hell outta you, Munson.” “I don’t think Munson is it, babe, a little too sporty,” Eddie laughed.

“Hmm. Back to the drawing board,” Steve said and settled back into the surprisingly comfortable seat. Steve listened to Eddie croon along to an Elvis standard and smiled to himself, wondering how he got so lucky. After driving through most of Chicago’s neighborhoods the morning deliveries were finished.

“Should we go pick up lunch for the girls on our way back?” Eddie asked when he got back into the van.

“Yeah! I also feel like I need caffeine or I will fall asleep on you this afternoon,” Steve answered.

They made it back to the shop with bags of deli sandwiches, chips and chocolates. 

“How goes it on the home front?” Eddie asked as he threw open the door to the flower shop. 

“We almost ran out of red roses but Chrissy threatened your supplier within an inch of their life until they sent out another order.” Robin answered, her voice full of admiration. 

“Yeah, we probably need to send Mr. Lee some cookies or something after today,” Chrissy flushed a little at Robin’s praise. 

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He’s just a drama queen. All right. Eat up then we have to get the afternoon deliveries ready!” Eddie responded. 

After they eat, the group makes an assembly line to prepare the delivery orders. Eddie and Steve packed up the van again and left Robin and Chrissy to handle any last minute shoppers and clean up the flower shop. Steve held Eddie’s hand over the gear shift as they sped back out into the city. 

The afternoon continued much like the morning, Eddie gently ribbing Steve’s music taste and Steve judging Eddie for his horrible takes on Valentine’s Day candy. They finished out the last few stops and made it back just as Chrissy was flipping the open sign off and Robin swept the shop floor. 

“Good day, Stevie?” Eddie asked. 

“The best, babe.” Steve said and pecked a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Wanna grab a drink or something or are you ready to crash?”

“As much as I want to, I should probably head in. I need to be in top form for our date tomorrow, big boy,” Eddie answered. 

“I get it. Can I kiss you good night?”

“Oh, sweetheart, absolutely.” Eddie said as he pulled Steve into their first kiss. 

As Eddie started running his fingers through Steve’s hair, Steve melted into Eddie and pulled him closer. Eddie was about to pull Steve up into his apartment when Chrissy and Robin banged on the flower shop window and whistled. Steve jumped out of Eddie’s arms and Eddie had to laugh. 

“Continue this tomorrow, Eds?” Steve asked.

���Tomorrow, princess,” Eddie smiled back.

***

Last part is up now!

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[kikizoshi]

Godos Fluff Headcanons I Absolutely Adore

(...and some general lifestyle headcanons thrown in)

-Nikolai likes to cover Fyodor with his cloaks/capes sometimes when they hug (like in those long, rocking hugs). It gives him a feeling of comfort, like Fyodor's safe and nothing can hurt him. Fyodor likes it too; to him it feels like an extra layer of endearment and makes him feel safe, secure and loved (plus it's warm).

-Nikolai is one of the few people Fyodor trusts entirely with his ushanka. This isn't a small thing--he usually doesn't even like to let people touch it, but he even trusts Nikolai to spot clean it for him.

-Nikolai absolutely loves to take care of Fyodor, which works well, because Fyodor likes being taken care of. This extends to cooking (where Nikolai will often ask Fyodor to pick one new dish to try to go with whatever staple meal Nikolai's making that week), making him tea most days and keeping the berry preserves stocked up, and nursing Fyodor when he's sick.

Nikolai doesn't enjoy trying to get Fyodor to remember to eat, or sleep, or shower, sometimes, but he takes Fyodor's health even more seriously than his own most of the time, and so is usually trying out some new method to achieve at least one of these things.

-Nikolai worked as a stage actor before he took up terrorism, and practiced a lot at home. Fyodor would often watch his practicing, occasionally give feedback, and they might talk a bit about the story afterwards. This was a common before-dinner activity for them, which was mostly for fun, but also helped Fyodor get out of his work headspace and into his home headspace, and of course Fyodor's psychology-based feedback often helped Nikolai with his nuances in his delivery.

-Dinner is a very important together time for them. Both make a point of having dinner together as often as possible, so that they're sure to have time together to talk. Though late-night conversations are also common with them, there's always a chance of Fyodor being sucked back into work or Nikolai needing extra time to work something out/rehearsals or shows taking place at night, so they make dinner the designated time together. Also, since their dinner is usually a dish Nikolai made, Nikolai likes to share the food with Fyodor, and Fyodor likes to appreciate the shared food with Nikolai.

-Depending on how late Nikolai's shows ran while he was in a play and what came after, they may have dinner together as late as 1 or 2 in the morning, but still, they always ate together (Fyodor was almost never ready to go to sleep by then anyway, which I'm sure helped, but the idea that he shared his usually alone-time with Nikolai is sweet to me).

-Regarding the dishes: generally the system is that Nikolai cooks and Fyodor cleans. The everyday dishes are usually washed by Fyodor, since he goes to sleep much later than Nikolai and often has several cups of tea and snacks long after Nikolai's gone to bed. Nikolai puts away the clean dishes in the morning, long before Fyodor wakes up.

-Regarding their sleep schedules: Nikolai (according to himself) tends to find his moods and general thought process annoyingly mercurial if he ends up more than an hour off his sleep cycle, and so is fairly regular with going to sleep around 23-24 and getting up around 6-7 (giving up his precious productive night hours was hard on him--the time past 1-ish when your brain lets you be creative--but he soon learned to replace them with alcohol). This of course can be completely thrown out of balance when he has rehearsals/shows, but the rest of the year, he sticks to it religiously.

Fyodor has no such trouble with moods and, like Nikolai, finds his best hours to be in the early morning. So, he generally goes to bed around 3-5 and wakes up at 11. Unlike Nikolai--whose body, like a clock, always keeps him asleep for exactly eight hours--Fyodor relies on alarms and always gets up at 11, unless he has somewhere to be earlier. He doesn't generally go to bed earlier though, so he just tends to be (more) tired on those days.

-Fyodor's usually tired (either from his sleep schedule, physical ailments, or both), and his energy levels tend to range from moderate to low. At first this irritated Nikolai for a bit, I think, but he eventually came to learn what Fyodor's low-energy emotes meant (which can look kind of funny when Nikolai reacts to an emotion that seemingly isn't being expressed).

-Nikolai loves swing dancing, but Fyodor doesn't usually have the stamina for it. So instead, when the dancing itch arrives, they waltz or do some slower dance with a bit of verve. Dancing's difficult in the narrow living room, but they manage (and, when Nikolai's brother and sister-in-law come over, he swing dances with them, which Fyodor enjoys watching).

-There's a park a few roads down from where they live, and they often in the late spring and early summer enjoy playing violin and cello together out in the greenery. Nikolai especially loves when the birds twitter while they're playing.

-Speaking of birds, Nikolai also loves going out with Fyodor and pigeon-spotting. Sometimes he'll take a bag of breadcrumbs to sprinkle for the birds they come by. He does this alone too, but enjoys sharing this activity with Fyodor.

-Nikolai also, when he has more free time, enjoys bird-watching. He keeps a journal of the different birds he sees, how many, etc. When he gets up at about 6, they're really active, and sometimes he'll luxuriate in an hour of peaceful bird-watching and documentation from the kitchen window. (Unfortunately, the window view is onto the street, so he doesn't see as many as he would in a park or garden, but he still sees enough to be somewhat satisfied.)

Fyodor isn't very interested in birds in and of themselves, but he loves listening to Nikolai's enthusiasm, love for and musings about the little creatures, and so will often ask about Nikolai's recent sightings when he knows Nikolai's been bird-watching.

-Fyodor loves to use terms of endearment. 'My Dove' and 'Dear' are his favourites outside of 'Kolya' (and its variants). Nikolai likes to take inspiration from the moment to make pet names, so may say something like 'My Little Red-Nose' (when Fyodor's sick) or 'Drowned Rat' (when Fyodor's wet and upset about it) (I imagine most of them would be animal or food related, but my imagination has a rough time keeping up with Nikolai's), as well as 'Fedya' (and its variants). He might also call Fyodor 'Fedka' if he's feeling derisive enough, though I can't imagine Fyodor would ever call Nikolai 'Kolka'.

-One thing Nikolai loves about Fyodor is that, when Nikolai gets into one of his black moods, where he can't seem to enjoy or appreciate anything, and, in general, just wants to sink into nothingness, Fyodor understands and doesn't judge him, nor expect more. Fyodor will usually take up the cooking (which... his food is usually bland and tasteless, but neither care all that much in those times), keeps the lights dimmer/curtains drawn, and most of all lets Nikolai come to him.

He also doesn't complain about lack of hugs, though they're very important to him. Nikolai finds hugs disturbing in a black mood, because he can't feel anything from them, and so they just distress him. It is harder on Fyodor than I think he usually admits to himself though, not being able to hug or pet or really comfort at all his friend who's in so much pain.

-Fyodor doesn't like being around drunk people, but Nikolai often relies on alcohol to get him into the right headspace to work. To compromise, Nikolai tries not to get more than tipsy around Fyodor, generally going for lightly buzzed, and usually does it while Fyodor's working. (Though this does go out the window sometimes if Nikolai wants badly enough to numb his emotions.)

-Fyodor gets miserably sick relatively frequently (~3-4 times a year), often with the changing of the seasons, which usually knocks him out for a solid two weeks. Nikolai hovers and cares for him with all the terrified devotion of a mother whose baby suffers from scarlet fever. The sheer nervous energy emitted from Nikolai tends to overwhelm and tire Fyodor out, but he still finds Nikolai being there to take care of and be with him to be more comforting than if he was alone (him having to comfort Nikolai tires him out, but also helps him feel more at peace). (Occasionally, maybe a little less than once a year, Fyodor will have a seizure bad enough to keep him in bed for a few days, and the dynamic's about the same as when he's sick.)

-A few times, Nikolai kept vigil over Fyodor's sick body (the first time being after a particularly bad seizure left Fyodor bedridden for five days, a few months into their friendship). It… Well, let's just say it never ended well for Nikolai. Fyodor eventually managed to calm Nikolai down enough about his frailty to get him to compromise on sleeping close together (though Fyodor first tried sending Nikolai away, Nikolai worked himself into an even bigger panic when he couldn't see how Fyodor was doing).

-Nikolai is absolutely terrified of doctors. He's also a borderline hypochondriac. Thankfully, Nikolai's aggressively healthy (except for some minor stomach issues and some major mental issues), so this isn't often a problem. However, the few times it was, and Fyodor genuinely needed Nikolai to go to a doctor, it always took a very long and drawn-out discussion to convince Nikolai that the doctors weren't going to torture him to death (Fyodor never learned what exactly Nikolai was afraid of, but it seemed something along the lines of what you'd expect from a BCE Chinese torture chamber, or Yosano's clinic).

-Needless to say, Fyodor's spent many a night listening to Nikolai's fears and explaining why they're likely not one of The Horrors. He might have gotten tired of it, except Nikolai's fears were usually so creative and obscure that Fyodor actually often found them fascinating.

[edgessunflower]

Love language prompts

Receiving gifts

Flowers every morning just because

Getting something the other wanted

Always getting trinkets while on a road to show how thoughtful you are

Sending care packages

Making and taking a care package when the other is sick

Creating a playlist with songs they like/ remind you of them

Getting the other's favorite merch from a show, band, and or movie

Winning the other a prize at a carnival

Making or getting delivery of the other's favorite food

Surprising the other on an anniversary or birthday with a road trip

Putting a snack or token in their bag without the other knowing

Having their favorite candy in a drawer for each month

Buying the other new clothes

Giving an odd gift to correspond with a random holiday

Sending them to a spa to be pampered with a voucher/ gift card

Baking them their favorite sweets with their family recipe

Setting up a treasure hunt with trinkets and gifts that they'll like

Making homemade gifts for each other

Dropping off a gift and card to the other at work

Making a journal full of memories the two of you shared

Taking the other to their favorite place

Putting quotes and pictures in a frame

Words of affirmation

"You are my home"

"Thank you for always saying the right thing"

"I love your smile"

"How did I get lucky to have you?"

"Thank you for making me a better person"

"I am so grateful for you"

"You helped me handle life, thank you for that"

"With you, I am home"

"No one is like you"

"I couldn't do this without you"

"Out of everyone in this world, I found you"

"Hey, you are so wonderful"

"You are beautiful inside and out"

"The world wouldn't be the same without you"

"My life and dream wouldn't be complete without you in it"

"I am always here with and for you"

"We could never show how much you mean to us"

"There's so much I can say how much you mean to me but it wouldn't be enough"

"You're the best surprise of my life"

"My life feels fulfilled with you"

"I'm so proud of who you've become"

"What we share is something so special and fragile"

"For as long as I exist, you will always be loved"

"You have the sweetest soul I have ever seen"

"I feel seen and heard when you're around"

"Meeting you changed everything"

"Thank you for building a life with me"

"You set such a good example for our kids"

"I built you a home in my heart"

"Our kids will always know unconditional love because of you"

"My life is full of color with you in it from the moment I met you"

"You are perfect to me, flaws and all"

"Being in your arms makes me feel safe"

"Our lives have only changed for the better with you in it"

"It's okay to ask or need help"

"No one could ever measure up to you"

"You're my backbone and rock, I couldn't do so much without you with me"

"Don't be afraid of falling, I'll always catch you"

"We can't truly show how much love we both have for you"

"I need you"

"You bring out the best in me"

"Home isn't just the house, it's you"

"The person I wanted by my side is you and no one else"

"Our memories no matter how small are the things I treasure most"

"My heart still flutters and spins when I'm around you"

"Keep going, you're doing great"

"Thank you for being in my life"

"I trust you"

"Everyone around you always has the most wonderful things to say about you"

"You can always count on me"

"Remember, that you are always enough"

"They can't stop talking about you"

"My heart will always lead back to you"

"Home, love, and family is what I have with you and never had with anybody else"

"It was never your fault"

"We'll figure it out together"

"You're my life and everything more"

"Let me help you with everything"

"I'm going to love you more than anyone ever has"

"My heart beats so fast when you're with me"

"The world could stop but all I would think about is you"

"Life could have put anyone in front of me but you came when I wasn't even expecting it"

"At the end of the day, I want and will share everything with you no matter what"

"I love you"

Physical touch

Neck kisses

Shoulder rubs

High fives

Back pats

Tickle fights

Foot rub

Playing footsie

Hand holding

Cuddling on the couch

Slow dancing in the living room

Bear hugs

Playing with the other's hair

Taking a shower/bath together

Resting your head on each other's shoulders

Hugs from behind

Welcome home kisses

Rubbing lotion on the other

Bandaging and cleaning the other's wounds

Always pressing your bodies together while sleeping

Dying the other's hair

Having a skin care routine together

Putting sunblock on the other's back

Styling the other's hair

Random touches on the other's arm or leg

Tracing each other's scars

Popping the other's back

Butterfly kisses

Temple massages

Cutting the other's hair

Secret handshake

Hand kisses

Play wrestling

Back rubs

Foreheads pressed together

Tracing the other's tattoos

Running your fingers along the other's stretch marks

Holding hands at every opportunity

Initiating intimacy

Goodbye kisses before work

Arm around the other's waist

Shoulders touching while walking by each other

Hand to forehead to see if the other is sick

Touching each other's faces

Face kisses

Caresses along each other's bodies

Spine kisses

Laying between the other's thighs

Giving the other a mani/pedicure

Washing each other's bodies

Shaving the other's legs

Carrying the other to bed

Fingertips kisses

Washing each other's hair

Hummingbird kisses

Quality time

Taking the other out to lunch for their break from work

Going to a movie theater to watch a movie together

Playing boardgames the entire afternoon

Setting a date night every week with different activities

Watching a show or movie together

Having a picnic at the park

Going to the store and getting groceries together

Baking and handing the sweets out around town

Planning your future with a list or board

Dancing throughout the house

Window shopping at the mall together

Snuggling on the couch with tea when neither can sleep

Focusing on the other as they speak about anything

Calling the other when you can't meet each other in person

Stopping when the other wants to talk

Helping the other fall back asleep after a nightmare

Driving around while listening to music

Taking a road trip

Learning to play instruments

Dinner with each other's families

Exercising together

Having a trip to the museum

Making breakfast in the morning together before work

Just laying in bed sleeping in together

Reading books to each other

Painting together

Going to the beach for the day

Having your own one on one book club

Making a Starbucks run together

Taking the dogs for a walk

Looking after one's younger siblings/ nephews and nieces together for the day

Acts of service

Doing laundry and dishes

Putting the kids to bed

Taking the other's car to a car wash

Giving the other a massage

Making breakfast

Watering the plants

Taking the kids school

Cleaning the house

Brushing and grooming the dog

Running errands so the other can rest

Sending them flowers at work

Paying for dinner on a night out

Vacuuming the house

Making them their favorite meal when they're sick

Asking "How can I make it better?"

Going with the other for their doctor appointments

Putting up holiday decorations

Taking care of the other after they had surgery

Carrying their bags

Organizing a bookshelf

Helping them manage tasks throughout the day

Driving them home/ to work

Bringing them their favorite food when they're craving

Making the other tea when they can't sleep

Fixing broken items in the other's home

Spending the whole day with the kids so the other can have the day to themselves

Writing love letters to each other

Responding when the other asks for a favor

Offering to getting the other something from the store

Giving the other a bubble bath after a long day

Asking "How can I help?"

Leaving notes for each other

[mangodestroyer]

Found an online Asian market (I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, so I don't have access to one irl). Found those Indomie noodles that I had once, and are really good, but also literally exist NOWHERE at the local grocery stores. I ordered thirty packs because I know they'll all be eaten (plus they were all only $19 with the coupon). Ordered some sauces, rice flour, and various kinds of noodles that also aren't available at the local store. For instance, I never heard of sweet potato noodles, but we're trying them now!

And then I got a bunch of snacks and stuff. Roasted eel, stuff with salty egg yolk cream, matcha, little cakes and cookies.

Alright, I may have splurged a little, but I really wanted to try all this new food out. Plus, this is a lot of long lasting stuff that I got for a fairly cheap price. Seriously, I was NOT expecting all that food to be so cheap! Just wish I could have gotten some mooncakes. Those were actually very expensive compared to a lot of other things, and I understand why when I looked it up, but it's alright. I already sorta know how to make those at home. I just won't be able to make the ones with egg yolk since those weren't available on the online store.

Next time, I may or may not order the Japanese eggplant. If this stuff ships soon, I'll probably be able to trust that it will survive delivery and not go bad. I love Japanese eggplant, but again, that's not exactly easy for me to access.

Thankfully, lots of the fresher ingredients can be found at the grocery store.

Can you tell I'm a huge fan of Asian food? Yep, world foods are definitely a special interest for me! And I love giving more authentic stuff a try.