#he also does NOT allow food in his (moms) car

[dekuspiracies]

hc: bakugo, trying to make some extra money to put towards dekus hero suit fund becomes an uber driver. he makes every 20 minute trip in 12 minutes and has 5 stars despite being loud and abrasive

[iadoreneteyam]

e!42 miles and his girlfriend going to his family barbecue

e!42 miles who begs his girlfriend’s to match shoes with him

e!42 miles who laughs in his girlfriend’s face when she says she wants to make a good impression on his family and says “why would I give a damn if they like you, mami?”

e!42 miles who makes sure his girlfriend has everything she needs to do her makeup as she sits down at his desk and looks into the led hello kitty mirror he bought her specifically for his house.

e!42 miles with a girlfriend who allows him to do her lipliner

e!42 miles who willingly sits in the backseat with his girlfriend when heading to the barbecue even though the passenger seat nexts to his mom is open

e!42 miles who does everything to annoy his girlfriend in the car.

e!42 miles who falls asleep on his girlfriend and drools but immediately denies that he drooled on her when they arrive at the barbecue

e!42 miles who puts his arm around his girlfriend’s waist to move her away from all his family members crowding him and his mom before leaning into his girlfriend’s ear and whispering “don’t want you to be overwhelmed, mami. my family is a bit of a handful y’know.” and kisses his girlfriend behind her ear before backing off.

e!42 miles who fights the urge to punch his cousin in the face when he hears something along the lines of “yeah, I don’t know how Miles ended up with a girl like that.” Miles heard murmurs agreeing before his cousin continued “wayyyyyy out of his league, man. he doesn’t even know what to do with that.”

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who runs to be the first in line to get barbecue when his older cousin yells that the food is ready only to be pushed aside with his cousin telling them “older men eat first.”

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who finally get their food and make and effort to sit away from his family because he “rather be with you than with them, y’know that mami.”

e!42 miles who refuses to let his girlfriend get herself another drink. “Imma get for ya so tell me what ya want, mami.”

e!42 miles who also refuses to let his girlfriend throw any of her own trash away

e!42 miles who immediately brings his girlfriend inside when she claims “it’s so hot, baby.”

e!42 miles who regrets coming inside because everyone now sees it as their chance to question him about the girl he brought

e!42 miles who is so happy to get away from all the hassling and to sit on the couch with his girlfriend

e!42 miles who smiles when he sees his girlfriend with his seven year old cousin in her lap as she helps her play uno against his mom

e!42 miles who comes over to the three of them and asks “y’all got room for one more?”

e!42 miles who groans after he loses to them twice before rushing his cousin off his girlfriend’s lap so he can pull her closer

e!42 miles who swings his girlfriend’s leg in his lap and asks her if she’s having fun

e!42 miles who silently begs his mom to go home once they hit the five hour mark to which his mom keeps waving him off saying “yeah sweetie let me just finish this conversation.” (they did not leave after that conversation)

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who don’t get to leave the party until it’s dark outside

e!42 miles who sits his girlfriend at his desk chair and grabs makeup wipes to help her take off her makeup

e!42 miles who lets his girlfriend take a shower first when they make it to his house so she can get more rest

e!42 miles who gets out the shower only to see his girlfriend still awake waiting for him

e!42 miles who gets in bed with his girlfriend, kisses her on the lips, and says “what I say about staying awake for me, mami ?”

e!42 miles who fights the pout on his face when his girlfriend tells him that her parents said she has to come home tomorrow

e!42 miles who just can’t sleep knowing his girlfriend is leaving in the morning

e!42 miles who wakes his girlfriend up and says “ya think ya parents will let me stay a couple days?”

e!42 miles who breaks out into a grin when his girlfriend tells him “ if you go get me breakfast in the morning I’ll ask, how’s that sound, baby?”

e!42 miles who kisses his girlfriend goodnight

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Hi 👋 this is the second chapter of the series I've created. I haven't named the series yet so if you guys have an idea pls tell me. I also appreciate everyone that read my last post. Pls don't be rude I'm still new to writing stories. So if you have any tips let me know!!! Thank you for your time and enjoy!!

Notes: talia is married to bruce. We're gonna act like Jason didn't die and it's ok for him to be seen with the Wayne's.

WARNINGS: Yandere (they aren't really yandere for reader yet.)

You loved church you truly did ,and like anyone else in the would. You observe things that you love. You knew everyone in church. Which wasn't hard because your whole town went. That and the fact that your town was small. The only people that didn't go to church was the people that were just plain bad people at heart ,and even sometimes they went.

They came and left as they pleased and your church welcomed them with open arms ,everytime. Which disappointed your father greatly. Mostly because he's the one that usually had to put them in cuffs when there supposedly good streek was over.

Nevertheless you were also one of the people that welcomed them aslwell. Decideding that everyone deserved a second chance. Anyway, you knew everyone in church by name and address. You even knew what are car they drove.

So image your surprise when there was a new car parked right in front of the church. Right were your father parks. Everyone knew that the parking spaces in the front were especially reserved for the people that helped organize the church. Not even the supposedly bad people at heart parked in your father's parking space.

"What on earth are these people on." Your father says ,and you know your mother's angry by how she doesn't even correct your father on judging people. You cringe at how hard your mother slams the trucks door. Silently you all watch as your mother practically stomps her way into the church.

Now, your mother may have wanted to be early for just about everything ,but she actually had a good reason to be early for church. Your mother was the daughter of the pastor ,and the head manager of the whole church. Everyone knew that.

Your mother was always known as the typical 'preachers daughter' ,but she also did things out of church like ,help with school fundraising ,donate to charities. It was safe to say she was big part of the community. But she didn't do all that to be part of the community. She did it to earn respect. An seeing someone park in the parking space that she's been parking in since she was sixteen and had gotten her first busted up car. Drove her mad. Rightful so, she earned that parking spot ,or atleast she believed she did.

Getting out of your car and walking towards the car that 'stole' your parents parking space. You noticed that it was a very nice car. Like a very ,very nice car. Something that you doubt anyone in you town could afford.

'Maybe their knew and mom will show them mercy.' You think to yourself. They were most definitely rich that was for sure. If they were knew they definitely came to the right place. Everyone important came to this church. So if they wanted to feel included in the community today was the right day. Especially since everyone was going to bring some kind of food to eat at the church ,today.

Everyone in town knew your family. That being said everyone in town knew you. Your grandpa was the pastor, but not only the pastor he's a judge. The only judge that your town has. He was kind as a pastor and a judge. He truly does believe everyone deserves a second chance. He's definitely where you get it from. Your grandma was the towns seamstress everyone knew that if you wanted a dress or a suit you go to her for the best of the best. Unfortunately for them she only made you the best of the best ,and sure others were jealous. But they also wanted to get on her good Side. fortunately for you, you never wore hand me downs dresses. Your grandma wouldn't allow it.

Your father was the sheriff and more often then not he butted heads with your grandpa. Solely because when he would put someone in jail your grandpa would 'turn the other cheek' ,and let them go the next day.

Your father was tall and quite intimidating. He's probably the reason you've never had a boyfriend. It's a small town and it's not hard to see that your the sheriffs baby. Sure your brothers the youngest but your his princess, his angel, his world. And no one wants to get on the sherrifs bad side, especially not with the connects your family has.

Your uncle and aunt are definitely the ones that spoil you the most. With your uncle being the mayor and your aunt being a lawyer. They definitely have some money. Sadly your aunt is infertile ,and their always so busy so they know they won't be able to adopt. So they treat you and riley as their kids. An In their hearts you two are their kids.

You know your family has controll over this town. Not only by what you see but by how people treat you.

Today's no diffrent than any other Sunday except for the fact someone 'stole' your parking space. Just like clock work you walk into the big church door and are greeted with friendly smiles and waves. By now though you can tell the difference between the real ones and the fake ones.

You hug you grandmother and she's excited seeing you wear the dress she made for you. You thank her and decided you should look for your grandfather since he's usually the first one that greets you at the door. How unusual. You walk by the church kitchen and spot your mother and father working on putting some food away. You can just hope your mother's not angry anymore or it'll definitely ruin your sunday.

You smile as you spot your grandfather talking to someone in the hall by the bathrooms. Not wanting to interrupt you simply offer a kind smile to your grandpa and begin to walk to the stage. But your grandpa had other plans. "And this is my granddaughter. " Your grandpa says pointing at you. Feeling awkward you just smile and slightly wave.

"Come say hi to are guest ,sunshine" Your grandpa says motioning with his hand for you to come closer. "Hello" you say with a small wave.. "Hello I'm bruce wayne and this is my wife talia." The man says gently shaking your hand and pointing at his wife. You offer the women a kind smile to which she doesn't retaliate. Shaking her hand she almost looks disgusted by you but you shake it off. Maybe she's just shy. " Well I'm y/n. Nice to meet you." You say and the women simply rolls her eyes. 😁

You suppose your grandpa saw that and got offended for you because of what he says next. "Well sunshine the Wayne's are in need of some land and since are towns land connects right to gotham their trying to by some." Your grandpa had said. It was true your towns land did connect to gotham. But you also knew that other people had already tried to buy land in your town but couldn't. Due to the fact that all the people in your town were plain stubborn.

If you hadn't know your grandpa and your town like the back of your hand you would have thought that your grandpa was just telling you what the Wayne's wanted. But you did know your grandpa ,and town like the back of your hand. You heard the teasing tone in your grandpa's voice and how his smile slightly betrayed him.

To the waynes it was a simple conversation just your grandpa telling you what they were talking about. But between you and your grandpa it was like mocking them. Which you've never seen your grandpa do. Especially not in the church. You knew that the people in your town had a hard time selling cows because of how possessive they are.

Your town was small because of its small number of people ,but it wasn't small in land. No it was quite the opposite ,in land. Your town was probably as big as gotham or maybe even bigger ,in land. Just not in people. And your town liked that. They liked what they owned. They liked having to work hard to keep what they have. Not only for themselves but for their children.

They found confort in knowing everyone in town. So did you. You smile kindly at what your grandpa says playing along in his 'teasing' manner.

"Well, that's exciting." You say staring at the women with the greenest eyes you've ever seen. "Well sunshine why don't you say hi to their children, they do look awfully lonely." Your grandpa says. Looking at their children, all boys ,sadly. Maybe if they were girls you'd have something to talk about ,but their boys. They do look rather lonely or maybe that's what your saying in your head to have some courage to go up to them.

Why your grandpas so sweet to these people you'll never know. You don't want to see these people any longer but you doubt they'll leave before the service and they have kids. Hopefully their kids aren't as rude.

"All right grandpa." You say hoping these people don't hurt your grandpas feelings. Your grandpa did have a sensitive heart after all.

Walking toward the group of boys you had began feeling nervous. What would you talk about. No, what could you talk about. They are nothing like you ,and if they were anything like their mother than you already disliked them.

Maybe it was God listening to you or just luck but before you had reached the boys. You heard someone call your name. To Your surprise it was Lola your bestie. She smiled widely as she waved at you. Quickly changing which direction you were walking you smiled back at her.

"You're actually early today." You say giving her a hug. "I know ,right. My mom wanted to come earlier to help with the food." Lola had said hugging you back. Lola family was usually almost late to church. So you didn't expect to see her so soon ,but oh how grateful you are that she's here today! Today was truly gonna be a good day...

"What were you doing before I came?" Lola asks breaking away from the hug. "Well some knew people came today. So my grandpa wanted me to welcome their kids and make them feel comfortable." You say slightly motioning to were the Wayne's kids are sitting. "So thats who parked in your parking spot ,today. " Lola says kind of shocked. "Yep , my mom was pretty angry." you say kind of laughing. "Well everyones already talking about it." Lola says.

"Do want to come say hi to them with me?" You question hoping she says yes. "Why not." She says shrugging her shoulders. "Come on." she says grabbing your hand and walking towards the wayne children.

Walking up to the group of boys the seem to stop talking about whatever they were talking about. And just stare at you and Lola. Standing in front of the boys your usually extroverted best friends mouth goes dry. You could definitely understand why. I mean these boys practically looked like models.

The silence was just to awkward so you had to swallow all the anxiety that you had and be the first to break it. "Hello my names y/n l/n." You say reaching out to shake their hands. The first boy that reaches out is not the tallest but does look like the oldest. He has black hair and baby blue eyes. "My names Dick." He says shaking your hand with a kind smile. He definitely was a sight to look at.

The next one is definitely the tallest. He has some what of a aggressive presence when you shake his hand and has a white streek in his hair. "The names jason." He says shaking your hand and you can tell he's forcing the smile he's giving you.

The third ones the smallest but you don't think he he's the youngest. "My names Tim Drake." He says gently shaking your hand. You can tell he's the more manned one by how he presents himself. He definitely seems friendly or atleast the less intimidating one.

Then you reach out to shake the last boys hand. He looks the youngest. He also resembles his mother and father the most. You look into his eyes as you shake his hands and notice their just like his mother's. "Damian." He says almost as low as a whisper but you heard what he said.

He looks as if he's glaring at you as you begin to speak but you ignore it. "We'll we just came to welcome you to our church. It's not everyday we get new guests." You say with the kindest smile you can manage.

"Well thank you. The people in gotham aren't nearly as nice as the people in your town are." The boy tim says. With a kind smile matching yours.

Your sure that if you were in a cartoon you'd have heart eyes right now. He was just so pretty.....Snapping yourself out of whatever trance you were in ,you begin to speak.

"Well, we try. So you guys live in gotham?" You say wanting to asking a million questions ,but you don't. "Yeah. Wait you don't know who we are. " The one that's named jason says. You slightly turn to look at him forgetting he was their for a moment. "No?" You say hoping to not embarres yourself. You are the niece of the mayor after all. Your supposed to know some important people.

"Well thats knew." Dick says as he scratches the back of his head. Almost like he's embarrassed that you don't know him. 'Who are these people.' You say in your head. But sadly the last name wayne just doesn't ring a bell. "N/n mama says that you need to help set up the stage." Your brother says running up to you. Thank goodness your brother saved you. You were literally about to pass out from embarrassment.

" ok , riley." You say gentle patting his head. An just as quickly as he came ,he left. "Well we have to go set up the stage ,but I hope you guys enjoy the service." You say grabbing Lolas hand. "Well thanks for talking to us." Dick says awkwardly and everyone slightly cringes at his words.

Finally getting enough distance from the Wayne's it's like you can breath agian. And you suppose Lola feels the same by how she Finally snaps out of the trance she was in. "They were sooooo hot!" Lola says practically jumping up and down.

You snicker at how excited she is. Even though she didn't say a word to them." Yeah hot enough to make you mute." You say. "Can ya blame me they look like angels. Especially the one with the blue eyes and straight hair. " She says walking up the stage stairs. "What was his name agian." She questions " Tim." You say smiling. " Of course you remember. You were practically drooling at him." She taunts but you know she's just teasing. You playfully roll your eyes and smile. "Come on we gotta get everything ready." You say nudging Lola's shoulder. "Yeah ,yeah gotta make sure everything's perfect for your future husband." Lola says nudging you back.

--------------------20 minutes later--------------------

They service began soon enough. You watched from you seat behind the preacher were all the choir members sit. You watch as everyone takes their seats and watch as the Wayne's sit near the front. You can practically feel your mother's anger from were you are. The guest never sit up front. Never.

Your grandpa began to preach as he usually did. With confidence and pride. You can tell he loved what he did and you admired him for that. While some might say that this was the best service your grandpa ever preached. The Wayne's seemed to differ. The Wayne's were obviously different then the people in your town ,but did they have to look like they were in pain while your grandpa preaches?

Soon enough it was your choirs time to sing the closing songs. You sang with confidence and peace as you usually did. But you couldnt shake the shiver that ran down your spine as you saw the Wayne's families eyes stare at you like you were an object.

Like you were prey.

You obviously don't understand that, that's what you are to them. Prey.

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Thanks for reading!!!!!

[kaziwi]

How One Piece Characters Drive

Character(s): Strawhats

Note: i was driving and i was like how would sanji drive and then i wrote this

Luffy

He doesn’t drive

Even if he DID have his license I feel like he still wouldn’t drive like he would actively refuse

He’d just bike around or hitch rides :P

Though when he does drive he NEVER fully stops at stop signs

Rolling stops are his middle name

Zoro

Took his drivers test 4 times before barely passing

ALWAYS has his gps on (he still gets lost)

ARGUES with the gps (...)

Will not hesitate to roll down his window and yell at another car

Incredible at parallel parking

Hangs his arm out the window when driving

Won't let Sanji in his car

Nami

The best driver of the group

Literally will find the weirdest shortcuts but they always get you to your destination at least 10 minutes early

Always ends up navigating better than the gps even if she isn't driving

Genuinely has the worst road rage ever she will scream her head off if someone even waits a second to go after the light turns green

Will pull over on the side of the road and make you get out if you yell loud enough

break checks EVERYONE

Usopp

Avoids highways at all cost

Always drives a little slow as a precaution

He's too scared to change lanes

Too scared to drive in general (passenger princess core)

But he does have the best playlists

Sanji

Has the STRONGEST air freshener ever

Tries to avoid left turns at all cost

Has an excessive amount of gum and mints

Does not allowed fast food in his car at all costs cause its so messy (he also always insists he can make you better and healthier food)

Has a little bag of change for parking meters

Will ONLY play jazz music

Won't let Zoro in his car

Chopper

Isn't old enough to drive so everyone else gives him rides (mostly Robin)

He has one of those fake baby steering wheels so he can pretend <3

Robin

Literally a soccer mom in a mom van (chopper's like her kid)

Has little toys and magazines to keep Luffy and Chopper from distracting her

Mom curses at other cars when with Chopper (like censored curse words)

Has those family stick figure stickers on the back of her car of all the strawhats

Franky

Will play old rock songs and sing along while driving

Has dice hanging from the rear view mirror

He also has every type of car decoration known to man

Has 10000000 car magnets

Named his car and will get mad if you don't address it by its name

If anyone dares to scratch or dent his car there will be hell to pay

Brook

This man is like 90 so he is NOT driving

Usually Franky or Robin would drive him around, or he would rely on public transportation

You will not need a radio when riding with him because he will sing for you

Always offers to pay for gas

Jinbei

Drives like a old man (he is one)

VERY very concerned about safety so he refuses to drive unless everyone has their seat belt on at all times

Bought Chopper a car seat

Like Robin he has little toys and puzzles scattered around the car to distract Luffy so he will be quiet on the drive

"Lets play the quiet game!"

Will cave in buying Mcdonalds if pressured enough (by Luffy)

[koolaidoverwriting]

GENERAL HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Ticci Toby, Lyra Rogers, Connie Rogers

This post follows their life before the incident, during it and after.

CW: Childhood Abuse, Bullying, Death

TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS

From the ages eight to fifteen, Toby was homeschooled. He was removed from school in the first place due to bullies, but he came back in the fall of his Sophomore year.

Toby's skin is sunkissed — freckles speckled everywhere.

He bit off all his fingernails. To prevent him from biting his fingers more, Connie gave him gloves.

Toby liked riding his bike around the neighbourhood with his sister.

Toby was protective of Lyra. He took most of the hits from their father, even when Lyra told him not to.

His favourite season is the summer. He loves watermelons, oranges, and cold drinks (especially lemonade).

He is a foodie. He'll try anything he sees, even if it doesn't look that appetising. His favourite food is waffles — especially waffles with caramel syrup.

He's not a good artist in the slightest, but he enjoys doodling on himself with pens and markers.

Toby goes by "Ticci Toby" as a way to reclaim it from his bullies and also to poke fun at them. The kid you made fun of years ago is now a serial killer. Fun how that works.

When the car crash happened, he was only sixteen years old. Lyra's death caused Toby to become less restrained and he stopped allowing people to walk over him.

Toby doesn't regret killing his father, but he does regret leaving his mother.

He received his cheek gash from the car crash. He had already bitten his cheek to a certain extent and the crash worsened it.

Toby can drive, but he prefers not to during the winter.

LYRA MEREDITH ROGERS

Lyra was three years older than Toby. Before the incident happened, she was starting college as a Marketing major.

She was a prep/y2k girly. She had a good eye for fashion and designed her own clothes in her free time.

When they were younger, Lyra would dress up Toby and do his makeup.

In highschool, Lyra took choir. She also did volleyball. Lyra was pretty and popular; she was a gifted honours kid. Despite this, she frequently argued with her mother over trivial things.

At times, she snuck out to go to places with her friends, asking Toby to cover for her.

Her favourite fruit was peaches. She had peach scented lotions and perfumes.

Lyra took a bunch of polaroid pictures. There was a scrapbook in her room filled with pictures of her, her family, and her friends.

She made attempts to reason with her parents about getting a divorce, but that only grew tensions in the family. Lyra knew more than she let on in front of Toby.

When Lyra's annoyed, she likes to leave the house. Usually drives around the streets.

During the car crash, Lyra was driving very fast. She was heated at the moment, distressed because she had fought with her parents prior to driving. Toby told her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

If Lyra hadn't died, she would work at a business firm and sell her fashion designs as a side job.

CONNIE PAULA ROGERS

Connie is a loving, yet strict mom. All her life, she's wanted to protect her children.

Her relationship with Frank (her husband), was tense ever since Lyra was born.

Seeing too much of herself in Lyra, Connie was especially hard on her. Once Toby came around, she grew softer — especially because Frank started drinking more.

Connie loves cats. The family had a black cat named "Molly" before Connie, Toby, and Lyra agreed the cat would be safer away from Frank.

She likes iced tea — the homemade kinds only. Also, she's somewhat of an almond mom and eats very healthy.

She tries to make the most of what she has with her family. But due to her depression, she can be quite moody and act out without much thought. Connie does make up for it, unlike her husband.

Her last interaction with Lyra was a heated argument between Lyra, Connie and Frank over their future. Lyra stormed out of the house with Toby. Connie, enraged, didn't chase after them.

Connie feels guilty about it. She wishes she could have told both of them that she loved them before they left.

When Frank dies and Toby disappears, Connie lives alone.

She gets into therapy, adopts a few cats, and tries to tough it out. Connie has a support group — her co-worker friends and kind neighbours.

Connie misses her children everyday and regularly checks the news for any signs of Toby out there.

!!! my first headcanon post on here! i really wanted to speak on the rogers family because i haven't done anything with them yet. frank is not included because he's frank and i hate him.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

In Plain Sight, Ch 3: The Tempest

summary: nathan makes his intentions clear and as always…is a bit of an asshole while doing it.

pairing: nathan bateman x f!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, enemies to lovers (sorta), boss/employee dynamics, pining, nerves, SIBLINGSSSS, mentions of care taking/sick relative, first date?? (after the fact), Nathan being A MEGA SIMPPPPPP

wc: 3,446

an: we get to meet reader’s sisters in this, both of which i love very very much! you also get a bit of reader’s background. and of course, nathan’s attempt at asking someone out. hope y’all enjoy and always thanks for reading! &lt;3

in plain sight masterlist | part 4 | phart 5

Sleep last night was difficult…and interesting. It took you a while to fall asleep, your nerves feeling a little frazzled once you’d gotten in the car and started to think about how you were going to have dinner with Nathan. You’ve spent plenty of time alone with him, but within the boss-employee dynamic. This dinner he’s asked you to could still be that— but you wouldn’t have your usual protections. No pressing questions, no tasks, no screens to hide behind. You and him. And food. When’s the last time you shared a meal with someone other than your sisters?

Once you’d finally succumbed to sleep, your dreams were of him. It felt like nothing and everything all at once. Nathan was there. You’ve never dreamt of him before. You were in Nathan’s house— except it was clear that neither of you were working. You watched a movie together cuddling on the couch, cooked a meal, and took a walk through the forest. While the thought of that would never appeal to you in real life when you wake, there’s a peaceful feeling lingering. It’s a little unsettling.

You hop out of bed before you can allow yourself to start assigning meaning to the dream. It was simply that— a dream. A product of your nerves, and spending nearly every waking moment dedicated to learning, organizing and managing all the aspects of Nathan’s life.

You get caught up in your ungodly long morning routine. Breakfast and tea with your mom as you read from her favorite poetry book, picking your sisters’ lunches, showering. Pressing your sisters’ uniforms. Making sure your mother has everything she needs before the time gap it takes for the nurse to arrive. Writing out a to do list for when you get home and setting out your comfortable clothing. Once everything’s set you change out of your robe and into your work clothes. You’re spending too much time in front of the mirror, fidgeting and analyzing yourself. There’s no need to look perfect, it’s just Nathan. Mr. Bateman, you should call him even in your head for separation.

“You look extra pretty today,” Your youngest sister, Emma, mumbles sleepily from her place in your bed.

You smooth out your skirt for the millionth time, looking over your shoulder at her, “Yeah, you think so Em?”

She yawns, raising a fist to rub at her eye. “You did your hair all nice and you’re wearing a skirt.”

“I wear skirts all the time,” You reason with her (and maybe a little with yourself).

“Not the pretty one.”

You cross the room, leaning in to tickle her, “Hey— are you saying all my other skirts are ugly?”

Emma bursts into a fit of giggles, doing her best to twist away from you. “Stop it,” She wheezes.

“Take it back and I’ll stop,” You reason with her, unable to stop your own laughter.

“I’m sorry, I take it back,” She whines, thrashing playfully beneath you.

“You’re safe for now, little one. Do you want me to make you some oatmeal before I go?”

“Can you eat it with me?” Emma asks, hopeful.

“No, honey, I’ve got to go. But, I’ll be home early tonight. We can watch a movie, how does that sound.”

Emma’s quiet for a few moments, obviously disappointed but then she nods, and cracks a sad smile. You lean in to kiss her forehead, hugging her close.

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll make your breakfast.”

“Do you think sister wants to eat with me?”

It takes effort for you not to cringe. Of course Emma wants to spend time with her other sister, but it seems like Phil is in her fuck any and everyone phase. You’ll try to get through to her though, if not for her own sake, then for Emma’s. A 7 year old shouldn't be spending so much time alone, not when some of her family is right here.

“I’ll ask her. If not, you can go sit with momma, alright?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, little, up up. To the bathroom you go.”

You both stand, and you take her hand, dropping her off at the bathroom on your way to Phil’s room. To your surprise, the girl is already on up and on her phone when you crack the door.

She frowns, letting out a little sigh. “What?”

“Emma wants you to have breakfast with her.”

Phil rolls her eyes, not bothering to look over at you, “I’m not hungry.”

“Phillipa, you should eat. And you should always be excited to spend time with your sister.”

“She’s whiny.”

You cross the room, coming to sit beside her on the bed, “So are you.”

“Yeah and I have reason to be,” She murmurs defiantly.

“And she doesn’t?”

She grows quiet then, her thumb that had been continuously scrolling stopping in its tracks.

“Even if you don’t eat, could you just sit with her?” You ask, knowing that her shell has cracked a little.

“Fine, whatever,” She breathes.

“I’m making her a yogurt bowl. Do you want one?”

“No,” She says quickly, trying to feign uninterest. “Unless we have chocolate chips.”

“We have chocolate chips. And marshmallow fluff.”

“Then I guess I’ll have one.”

“Thank you. I’ll leave some money so you can get one of those fancy coffees from the place near your school. Will you pick a movie for us to watch today?”

“You’re coming home?”

“I should be here by 6…7 at the latest.”

“Oh. Okay,” She says, feigning disinterest.

“That’s all I get? An oh okay? Maybe I should tell Mr. Bateman I can work late.”

“No! You’re never home, c’mon don’t do that.”

“I’m excited to hang out with you too,” You say teasingly, leaning over to rest your head on her shoulder. Surprisingly, she lets you stay there.

“Can I make brownies?”

“As long as you let Emma help.”

“Of course I’ll let her help.”

“You have to be patient with her,” You remind her gently.

“I know, I know. Like you were with me,” She whispers thoughtfully. Sometimes you don’t think you give her enough credit.

“I love you Phillipa. You’re her big sister you know? I’m gone so much trying to make everything work here. She’s looking up to you. She thinks you’re the coolest person in the world.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“Can I make her yogurt bowl and you make mine?”

“Sure, sweet girl. Let’s go.”

—

Nathan has never described himself as antsy. Impatient maybe, against delayed gratification sure. Antsy brings a connotation he’s not used to— nerves, a power struggle he’s on the losing side of, and lack of confidence. And while all of that feels true right now he still doesn’t want to admit it. He’s sitting at his desk, waiting for you to get in. His brow is sweaty because he’s been pacing back and forth, changing his mind about where he should be.

Eager to see you, he’d started in your office which is based in one of his many labs. It only took 10 minutes of him pacing in there to think that he was coming on too strong. It led him to the living room, but after sitting for a few minutes lounging at 6:30 in the morning when you were clocking in felt like it would be a slap in the face. He tried the patio, the kitchen, and eventually ended up back in his office.

He’d felt a little good about himself, the fact that he was thinking about this in a way that doesn’t just involve him and his desires. It was one of the reasons he’d realized what was happening to him. He’s doing his best at balancing his protective shell and showing you what he could be. What the two of you could be together.

Nathan loses his breath when you first come up on the camera, walking into your office. He’s always thought you were beautiful but today it seems like you tried to be. That could be his wishful thinking. Either way, he can’t take his eyes off you. You’re wearing a skirt he’s never seen before. A little shorter, a little pleated. It has his mind wandering off to places it shouldn’t, but it’s not like it hasn’t before. He can’t wait to get in the shower long after you left, and imagine what it would feel like to slip you out of it.

He stares…and stares…and stares until he realizes that an hour and half has gone by and he’s done nothing but give himself blue balls while watching you type away on your computer. Fuck, he’s completely at your mercy.

He pings you. Maybe that’ll make it worse, having you right in front of him like this. But, he needs to see you to scratch whatever itch this is in him today. There’s work too, a few things he needs to give to you to file away or mail out.

“Good morning, Mr. Bateman.”

He usually likes it when you call him that— especially when he’s imagining you say it while he runs his hands all over your body, all dirty and forbidden. Today is different. Something about it makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat. With dinner today, his first real shot at trying to know you as something other than his employee. As an outsider like everyone else.

“Would it kill you to call me Nathan?” He asks, raising a brow though his mouth is a little pouty.

It takes everything in you not to laugh. He looks ridiculous when he’s disgruntled. “That would be unprofessional, sir. Are those for me?”

“Yeah, they’re for you. We still on for dinner?”

The words make your stomach flip. Not because you don’t want to, but because you do. Because words like that aren’t supposed to come out of your boss’ mouth. They’re too casual, too much like the one’s men you used to swipe through on your phone said.

“Yes, I’m still able to have dinner with you, sir. Am I able to leave early?” You ask, reaching for the stack of files.

“You can leave whenever you want.”

Your mouth pulls up into a half-smile, and you nod. “Thank you, Mr. Bateman.”

Nathan leaves you be for the rest of the day. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, or be too clingy, something he’s never worried about before. He spends most of the day with the chef, yelling at him that he’s making everything all wrong— too salty or sweet or slimy or acidic— until it’s perfect. He needs it to be perfect. And once it is, he appears in the doorway of the lab your office is in, calling out to you in an uncharacteristically soft manner.

You inhale softly as you two make your way to the kitchen, the smell of familiar herbs and spices in the air. “Italian?”

“Compiled some data— this seemed like the smartest choice.”

“Compiled some data? On me?”

“I compile data on everyone. I need to learn.”

“What could you possibly have to learn about me?”

“Everything. You’re really fucking secretive.”

“I’m not secretive, I’m private,” You reason.

Nathan snorts, looking at you with an expression of disbelief, “You have to realize that those things are the same.”

“They’re not,” You counter before thinking better of it.

This is why you were quiet and avoided him as much as possible— Philippa isn’t the only one in your family with a streak of defiance. Denying authority runs in your blood, it has taken you years to quell it.

“They are if somebody’s trying to get to know you.”

“And that’s what you’re doing, Mr. Bateman? Trying to get to know me?”

He shrugs, feeling a little too unsettled— a little too nervous to reveal his intentions so early on.

“What did you learn with this data you compiled on me?”

“That you like noodle dishes of all kinds, but preferably Italian. And chocolate.”

There are two places settings sat at the corner of the table, a few bowls of various pastas, salads and breads. Dinner is surprisingly calm. He asks you simple, noninvasive questions about your past. He knows where you went to school and what past jobs you’ve had, but he asks you how you felt about them, if you made friends. He asks for your favorite movies and bands, supplying his own when you ask the same questions. It’s the most benign conversation you’ve ever had with him and it feels…good.

He surprises you when he says, “This. Again. Maybe next week?”

Your mouth goes flat with confusion, “You want to have dinner with me again, sir?”

“Nathan,” He suggests, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

You stare at him for a moment, eyes narrowing. “If this is some sort of joke, I don’t appreciate it, Nathan.”

Sweet, sweet music to his ears. Even with the attitude in your voice, Nathan drinks in every drop of his name on your tongue. In fact, he thinks the edge makes it better— it makes his blood hot. It makes him want you.

He leans closer, peering at you from over his glasses. “I’m an asshole and a clown, a shitty combination but what I’m not is an idiot, sweetheart. I wouldn’t joke about this,” His face is earnest as he speaks.

But, what does that even mean when it comes to him? You’re not completely sure. What’s worse is that you don’t know if your stomach is flipping at the idea of him telling the truth or disappointment that he may not be. The latter is what scares you most. When did you start to care about him like that?

“You— are you— you’re— you want to date me?”

Nathan bites his tongue for several seconds. He can’t say that he wants to do more than date you. He wants to consume you, to worship you, to spread you across this table and drink from between your legs until you whine and beg him for mercy. He can’t do any of that— not yet at least.

He settles for, “Yes.”

With his affirmative response, with nowhere to hide you look down at your empty plate, trying to process what’s happening. If this is true and he wants to date you, was this your first date? First dates are consensual, and while you had agreed to this dinner with him you hadn’t even been aware of your feelings at the time. Surely you couldn’t date your boss. It’s the total opposite of what you’d been trying to do— keep a low radar and be as competent and professional as possible to keep your family on the right path. You wouldn't jeopardize that for the hot, broad, bearded man sitting in front of you, even if he was looking at you with those gooey brown eyes. How long had you pretended you didn’t see him? How wide he is, how his shirts cling to his shoulders and chest, how sometimes when he comes straight to the lab after boxing his pheromones have you wanting to rut against him like an animal in heat.

You inhale a sharp breath, horrified and surprised by the thoughts racing through your head. It’s like he had unlocked a vault of vulgarities.

Finally, you look at him, apologetic, “Nathan…I can’t. I can’t do something that.”

Nathan notices right away that you didn’t deny feeling anything, and for now that’s enough. It’s an in. And if he’s not mistaken he hears a breathiness in your tone, hunger in your eyes.

“Why?”

“You’re my boss,” You say simply. It seems rather straightforward but Nathan frowns at you in confusion. For a man with such a big brain he could miss the mark sometimes. It would be endearing if it didn’t drive you a little nuts. Okay, maybe it’s both.

“What’s that gotta do with anything?”

“If it went poorly—“

“You think I would fire you over my ego?”

“Quite frankly, yes. I’ve seen how you treat people.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” He insists firmly. He knows it’s true, he just had to convince you.

“How would you know?”

“Because I know.”

“And if I say that’s not good enough? My entire family is dependent on me. On the money I make. I can’t and won’t put that at risk.”

Nathan scoffs, “There is no risk. I’m sure.”

“What if I’m not sure?”

“What’s that gotta do with how I feel?”

“Everything.”

“Nothing. It’s got nothing to do with how I feel, wanna know why? Because I put my ass on the line asking you here, not knowing how the fuck you feel about me. You’re the most elusive, sweet, competent…fucking arousing woman I’ve ever met. I’m spoken for.”

“Prove it,” You challenge.

This time he’s sure. He can hear how winded you sound and he knows that he’s affecting you. He wants to clear the table, crawl across and fuck you until neither of you can think. He’s getting ahead of himself.

“Prove it?”

“A trial of you showing me that all of what you said is true. We can spend more time together, but no commitments, and if it doesn’t work out I keep my job.”

“You sure? You’re gonna fall in love with me,” He warns, his grin mischievous.

“And you’re gonna have to work for it. Have you ever had to court a woman, Mr. Bateman?”

“No, sounds like I’ve got a lot of research to do. I’m a fast learner.”

“That you are.”

“Do you want to know your choices for dessert?”

“There’s choices?”

“Four.”

You grow thoughtful for a moment, before saying, “All of them. Bring me all of them.”

He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face— if he wasn’t in love with you already he is now. You allow yourself to look at him, to really look at him. And like this, his teeth white and shiny, eyes crinkled in the corners, warm brown eyes he looks sweet. Lovable. Like he could one day be yours. You won’t get your hopes up, not yet.

—

Nathan walks you to your car. It’s strange, much sweeter than you anticipating him being, but you did tell he had to work for it. You unlock the car with your remote and he gets your door. He ushers you in. He takes your hand and kisses it, his full beard tickling your skin in a way that makes your thoughts go hot and filthy.

“Drive safe for fucks sake.”

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You murmur in that soft little voice.

Nathan raises a brow at you as he leans against the car. “Are you sassing your boss?”

“No. I’m sassing the man that claims he wants to pursue me.”

“I hate to break it to you, but those are the same man, sweetheart,” He teases with a grin.

“Not if he’s gonna get it together, and prove it.”

“Touché. Let me know when you get home?”

“Keeping tabs on me already?”

“I— I always wonder,” He admits softly, and as you peer at him, you notice a soft flush in his cheeks.

He’s going to be the death of you, isn’t he? Getting all soft and sweet and flustered. You want to grab him by the collar and kiss him until his chest heaves with arousal and he cums in his pants. Instead you say: “I’ll let you know.”

“Good,” He takes a step away from the car, trying his best not to show how pleased he is with your agreement.

He feels like a walking raw nerve. You hold his future in your hands— his happiness, his sanity. It’s unhealthy and scary, how much control you have over him. But this time, he knows that the person is worthy. You’re worth any pain you could cause him, and that’s solidified by the way you grin up at him. It’s the brightest thing he’s ever seen. You looking at him like this, your saccharine smile, eyes full of mirth has his brain liquifying.

He grits his teeth at the way you’ve turned him into some Shakespearean loser. He could wax day in and day out about you. Write lines upon lines of code that would program nothing but his feelings for you. It’s stupidly perfect. He wants this with no one else. There is just you. Part of him is convinced that it’s always been you. He’s been on trajectory, making his way to you with every single decision. Fuck Bluebook. Fuck robots and their fake brains and gangly synthetic limbs. Fuck his data. Fuck all of his accomplishments. There’s just you.

“See you tomorrow, Nathan.”

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[cenittxnadir]

Morning talk with SingleDad! Miguel O´Hara

This is the next part of the series of SingleDad Miguel, hope you like it. I appreciate every comments

It is well known that Miguel has terrible sleep hygiene. He lasts whole days without sleeping and when he has the opportunity to do so, he does so in an uncomfortable chair in his laboratory. He doesn't always manage to get home to have a well-deserved rest, many times he is caught up in things at work or finds himself in some dimension dealing with some anomaly and not to mention possible time changes between dimensions.

They are the worst.

But for Miguel the most difficult thing is to see how little by little he is losing his daughter, he is not always in the best conditions to take care of Gabriela and that is something that little by little kills him inside. Despite the fact that Gaby has made it clear in multiple times that she doesn't mind that her dad can't always be there for her as long as you're present.

For Miguel and Gabriela your arrival was more than a blessing, many would think that they are exaggerating but it is the truth, Miguel felt that he was failing as a father and he felt that he should do more for his daughter, he knew that he had to ask for help but O'Hara was a proud man.

"Of course I can take care of my daughter, have a stable job, protect my city and why not, also safeguard the multiverse and go to my daughter's training sessions on weekends."

Everyone could see how the world was coming down on Miguel, except him.

After you met him at that party, you began to hang out and when you realized the big problem he had, you offered to help him a little, you didn't have superpowers and you weren't a genius, but for Miguel you always had the power to make him feel better about himself and you always managed to keep Gaby happy, and, if Gabriela was happy he was too.

So when Gabriela found out that you would live with them, she was so happy that she kept telling you what their weekends would be like and how they would spend time together non-stop.

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Today was one of those rare days when Miguel could spend the weekend at home with his little family. The night before, he had promised Gaby that he would take her to school next day. Today is the other day and Miguel had fallen asleep making Gaby late for school.

Those mornings were chaotic but without a doubt you would never change them.

After Miguel memorized all the commands and instructions that you left in the refrigerator, he took Gaby and put her in the car, starting the car in record time.

During the journey to school they were silent, probably both were still half asleep, neither of them managed to comb their hair. Miguel was the first to break the silence.

"So... how do you feel with her at home? you are happy?" Miguel asked as he leaned his head towards his daughter waiting for an answer without stopping to see the road.

"I really like having her around, also, her food is very tasty. More than yours." Gabriela said between laughs. She liked to tease his dad from time to time. He took food very seriously, it was his way of showing his affection when words did not allow it.

"More than mine..." Miguel repeats in a low voice "Okay, it doesn't bother me. I didn't want to cook anymore anyway." And the drama begins. "It's not like cooking is our favorite thing to do together. No, not at all."

"Just kidding, I like your food, but you have to admit that mom's food is good. You always fall asleep on the couch after eating what she makes" Gaby had the biggest smile he had ever seen.

"Mom? Since when did you call her mom? What am I missing?" Miguel stopped the car at the red light, turning to see his daughter.

Gaby's cheeks were a little red. "Well... I started calling her that after it slipped out by mistake at one of my soccer practices. She said it was fine as long as you and I felt comfortable."

"Mom huh? And what do you think about that? Would you like her to be your mom?" Miguel's tone was definitely serious.

"Yes" Gaby didn't hesitate for a second to answer, it's as if she had already had this conversation in her head over and over again and in none of them would she have said no. Every time she thought about it, you always showed up, at her training sessions, at her school events, God, even she had already thought about how her first mothers day would be with you there at her festival.

"I think she's good for you Pa and if she's good for you and makes you happy, so am I." At that moment Gaby was speaking from the bottom of her heart. "Besides, you're getting old, you're lucky she noticed you" And there it was, the usual Gaby was back, bothering her father in the most affectionate way possible, in the only way a daughter like her and a father like him could show their affection.

"First of all, how dare you. Second I'M NOT OLD, it's the stress. What makes you think I'm old." Miguel kept driving as soon as the light turned green. On the other hand, Gabriela was laughing. "Well, the other day I heard you tell mom that your back and knees were starting to hurt. That's for old people"

"For the sake of my health, I'm going to ignore the fact that my precious daughter called me old. What I mean is that if I ask her to marry me, would you be okay with that?"

"Definitely, if life had given me to choose who my mother would be from the beginning, I would choose her, in this and in all universes. If one day you two separate -I hope not- I would choose to go with her. I think that that makes it clear what I think."

Miguel remained silent for a while, getting closer and closer to the school entrance. "Well, I think the decision has been made" Miguel said as he accelerated.

"You just passed the school entrance" Gaby was confused "Where are we going?"

"To the mall" Miguel just shrugged his shoulders as if it were something obvious

"For what?" Gaby only saw how her school was moving away from her sight

"To buy an engagement ring"

"That's good because I was going to tell you that I forgot my backpack at home"

"AY GABRIELA!"

[saintyveningstar]

Mama! Abby Anderson headcannons!

No. 2

Part 2 of Mom! Abby Headcannons !

No. 1

❄️The biggest issue her kids have is maintaining eye contact while holding a conversation, and she has to remind them at every turn — they got it from her, as she used to be incredibly shy as a kid

❄️Abby has to remind her kids (and sometimes Ellie) to keep their dirty boots outside if they're not going to clean them right away

❄️(In my AU) Abby's son Absalem is usually called Abby or Abby junior, not only because of his name but also because of the traits of her that he emits

❄️She does not tolerate her kids drinking, smoking, or doing drugs of any kind - her family is prone to asthma and other serious conditions that affect the breathing or heart - also, she just doesn't want it going on, plain and simple

❄️"Don't let me find out, alright hun?"

❄️"Do not make me turn this fucking car around, you hear me?!"

❄️shes fair but also strict so if she planned on beating your ass she's gonna definitely do it

❄️"move your hand, ah-ah." She'll snap while delivering a spanking. "We're not doing that, move your hand before I get real mad."

❄️she doesn't tolerate fighting or talking back to the teacher, none of that and will get you together very quickly if she catches wind something like that has happened

❄️her children don't really have problems with grades (because they're her kids, duh) so when grades drop she knows something is the matter

❄️has to open bottles, cans, and jars for literally everyone

❄️teaches consent rules very early on and enforces that consent rules are applicable to everything and everyone

- (her teaching them) "Just like when you knock and ask someone if you may come in, you always ask someone if you're allowed to touch their body or enter their personal space." She explains, "Never assume, it's better to be safe than sorry. People should do the same for you, and if they're not you call me or come to me and you tell me immediately, do I make myself clear?"

❄️If she knows her kid hasn't been eating enough due to stress or a possible eating disorder she will put more food on the plate, or bring them more snacks during the day, sticking around for a conversation to watch them eat it then leave - wether it's noticed or not, they'll never talk about it

❄️plays hockey with them when they have free time

❄️gossips with them about doctors and nurses at the hospital she works at trying to turn it into Greys anatomy part 2

❄️God bless whatever other kid that tries to court her kid

-- she'll open the door and just give them the death glare (she was warned to be normal and welcoming) "Miss-Missus Anderson, Hi. Uh-Uh I'm here for your daughter Judah. I-Is that okay?"

Her eyebrow will cock, "hm." Then she'll turn, "Jude, honey! Your date is here!" Then she'll turn back. "Hurt my daughter, and I’ll—.... Hi, hun! Have a great time." Abby whispered, but her shovel talk is interrupted by her daughter appearing, but she definitely gives the date the eyes one last time before closing the door.

[argumentativeaxolotl]

MORE CARS HUMANIZED HEADCANNONS⁉️⁉️ REAL⁉️⁉️⁉️ NOT CLICKBAIT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

Lightning McQueen:

- my man cannot cook for the life of him. Dawg was let in the kitchen once(one time) and somehow managed to burn the water. He can only make(and is only allowed to make) cereal

- he 110% had an emo phase in highschool/middle school and it was as every bit of painful-“it’s-not-a-phase-mom”-cringe you could think of 💀💀💀

- he really really really fucking likes Cheesecake Factory for some reason. Specifically their bread(it’s bussin) and the club sandwhiches(probably reminds him of Flo)

- he is a food black-hole. Like as soon as that shit is in front of him that shit is gone. And he can and will eat up to like three times his body weight 😭

- he got a shitty tattoo of his lucky sticker when he was first starting out as a racer and would not let anybody fix it up since it meant a lot to him and still does. He eventually offered for Ramone to fix it up, showing how much he trusts the man.

- he’s actually a very very good reader and loved books until Harv(bitch) knocked the habit out of him

Chick Hicks:

- he also cannot cook for shit, but he can make a few more things than Lightning and what he CAN cook actually tastes really fucking good. Like he makes basic ass things but he gives them ✨pizzazz✨ and that shit tastes better.

- he fucking hates traveling and often wishes that his racing job didn’t have him moving all over the country during the season. He’d much rather prefer to stay at home in California.

- he gets very twitchy and nervous whenever he’s traveling and constantly double-triple-and even quadruple checks everything he has to make sure he doesn’t forget something important. He just gets super nerved up and pissier than usual.

- he’s got a phenomenal sense of hearing. Like it’s very weirdly good. Like he’ll hear a fly buzzing around in a loud-ass room. His hearing is so fucking good, it’s considered nearly super-human.

- he puts rocks in snowballs.

- he legit starts fucking tweaking whenever anybody mentions the Camel Incident.

- he adores animals. Like he’s a huge animal lover and he gets it from his mother. His favorite places to visit as a child were any aquarium or zoo, only second to a race track.

Strip Weathers:

- he has a very very long criminal record from his reckless teen years.

- he probably would’ve been a horse girl.

- he knows what My Little Pony is.

- my man watches a lot of adult swim TV shows and he particularly likes the older Simpsons stuff and South Park.

- he had a twin brother. They’re fraternal twins and said brother is Cal’s dad.

- he has so many fucking random skills that nobody would necessarily need, but could… come in handy…?(some of them). He just has a list of weird fucking shit he can do well. He can play the harp, piano, and banjo. He can throw metal sticks and axes with weirdly good aim. He can also sing with his mouth closed, spin a pen extremely well with a variety of tricks, whistle with his fingers, moonwalk very very well, and speak fluent mandarin.

- when he was younger he studied all of the speed laws in his state- and neighboring states- so he could use loopholes to get out of speeding tickets.

- he’s the mom of every friend group he’s in. He’s prepared for everything.

[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Chapter 5: Chill

“You don’t seem to be stocking up for any proper feasts,” you admit, sitting out on the porch was Dadan the next day. “I expected we’d be making another run today to get ahead of the last-minute shoppers.”

You were dressed warmly enough, you more than Dadan, who was a bit of a human space heater on her own. Drinking coffee after breakfast was enough to keep you warm with little more than some jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a flannel. The wool-lined boots weren’t hurting anything, but your favorite thing about them was being able to wiggle your toes because the insulation was so thick and squishy.

It was like having nice thick socks with tread.

“Thatch offered for me and the boys to celebrate the holidays up at the manor.” She answers. “I made sure you were welcome.”

“I’m sure they’re making enough food to feed the town if they wanted to.” You grin.

“You did push him in the lake.” Dadan muses, giving you a sideways look.

“He deserved it.” You insist. “Besides, I bet he’d be more likely to offer an apology than bar me from the manor. At least over that incident.” Pausing a moment you take a drink of your coffee. “When I threatened to cut his pompadour that was maybe a bit much on my part.”

Dadan laughs. “Boy sure does like his hair, I’ll give him that. He’s a good lad though.”

“Mm.” You agree taking another drink. “Ah! No playing match maker while I’m here.” You point, and Dadan is pointedly not looking at you. “I want to relax. No ‘oh she’s single now’, none of that ‘I bet he’d be willing to move to the city’, either. The best I can hope for at this point is a one night stand with someone hornier than a brass orchestra.”

Dadan nearly chokes on her coffee and you laugh. “Sorry about that mom.”

“Just watch those comparisons around the boys.” She grumbles, mopping up the few drops of coffee that got away from her. “I don’t need them catching me off guard like that.”

“Not for a few more years at least.” You muse. “Ah, that reminds me, Makino told me about the halvard, and I was going to head up to the hill and pay my respects.”

“Don’t take the tunnels.” She says. “There’s a lot of memorial items in them from the townsfolk and so they haven’t been cleaning them out. Hard to say what’s decided to nest in there, best to just drive up to the overlook and hike a bit.”

“Alright.”

You and Dadan both watch as a silver car comes down the road and pulls into the driveway. You recognize Edward Newgate’s Mercedes, a 72’ 300 SEL, and aren’t surprised to see Marco behind the wheel. You just aren’t sure why he’s at Dadan’s this morning.

Getting out, he lifts a bag from the passenger seat, holding it up as he approaches the two of you on the porch.

“The stuff we were out of stock on yesterday, yoi.” He explains stepping up enough to set it on the porch. “I hope you can still make use of it. If not, I can take it back.”

“Aww, you didn’t have to go through all that,” Dadan says, picking up the bag and looking in it. “Appreciate it though, it’ll make dinner easier tonight.”

“No problem, I had a couple other deliveries to make this morning, so I was already out.”

“The Stop’s doing deliveries?” Dadan inquires and Marco shakes his head.

“Not officially, but in the winter I take stuff over to Crocus and Teach.”

“Teach?”

“Ah, yeah. He… had a rough spot for a few months there and ended up in an accident at the end of it all. He’s doing better, but he lost a leg and messed up his back.. Was a couple years before Pops and Roger died. It gets cold and he has a hard time getting around, yoi.” Marco explains. “I know you didn’t have the best-.”

“No, no, that’s… That sucks. It’s good he can lean on y’all. He’s… uh… gonna be at the holidays?” You try not to sound worried, but Marco knows the story, so it isn’t like there’s anything to really hide.

You were a junior in high school, along with Marco, Thatch and Izou, when Teach was a freshman in college. He’d grown sweet on you, and six months of increasingly frustrating behavior, a few intense arguments between you, him, and his brothers, as four of you tried to get him to understand you weren’t interested, had all culminated in a near miss.

Teach had gotten drunk worse than you’d ever seen before, and seemed intent to take what he wanted. You’d beaten him bloodier than he had you, but once he pinned you, it was over. You didn’t have the strength to over power someone so much bigger.

Fortunately, Thatch and Marco had found you before anything worse happened. They pulled Teach off of you, beat him near to death, and got you to the hospital.

He apologized, literally on his hands and knees, a couple weeks later. He probably would’ve done so sooner, but Marco and Thatch broke his jaw, two ribs and four fingers. You’d never seen either of them so angry before, or since. If Teach had followed through on the unthinkable, they might have actually killed him.

As sincere as you believed his apology was, it was still just uncomfortable to be around him.

Marco shakes his head. “He won’t. He won’t be alone for the holidays, but he’s not going to be at the manor.”

You can feel yourself relax from a tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. “That’s good then.”

“Well, I’ll get this put up,” Dadan says, stopping a moment to look between the two of you. “If he’s not too busy maybe he can give you a lift up to the overlook. You’ll still have to hike, but it’ll save some time.”

Marco looks from Dadan to you. “The… Going up to the hill?”

You nod. “I wanted to pay my respects before things got too busy, or too cold.”

His smile is a little sad, but his tone is still cheerful. “I’m done with my deliveries, if you’re ready now I can swing by the overlook before I head back to the store. You’ll be alright walking back?”

“Yeah, I was planning on walking the whole trip, I’ll be fine coming back.”

“Take one of the snails.” Dadan says, holding the door open for you. “Just in case.”

“Yeah, yeah, mom.” You grin getting up and following her in. “I’ll be just a minute.”

“No rush, yoi.”

A snail was a short wave radio, and before cell phones, they were about the only form of hand held communication. The technology was really popular in a farming town like this one, were a couple repeaters tucked away in trees up on the surrounding hill was enough to give the snails five times their usual reach. Dadan’s only rule when you were growing up - the only fully indisputable one, really - was that you’d have a snail when you went into the backwoods or up into the hills.

She didn’t expect you’d get lost, you grew up knowing the land too well. Her concern was if you had an accident. Better for her to come to you, than for you to have to crawl back home, or be found by search and rescue the next day if you were lucky.

In this case you’re pretty sure she wanted you to have the snail in case hubris got the better of you. It had been a few years since you’d gone on a proper hike, but you walked something like 40,000 steps a day in heels for work. Still, level flooring wasn’t the same as hills and rocky paths.

Sitting in the passenger seat, soft music playing on the radio, you were glad for the lift up to the overlook at least.

“Thanks for this.”

“Certainly.” He replies. “If I had the time to wait, I’d give you a ride back.”

“I appreciate that, but it’ll be nice to walk the woods again.” You admit. “Oh, this feels like one of those, if I don’t ask for your number I’m going to need it for something, and if I do ask I won’t have to pester you while I’m here, kinds of situations.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

He laughs, and gives you his number. “I don’t think you’d be able to pester me, yoi.”

“I could take that as a challenge,” you tease, sending him a few messages back to back of pineapple emojis and pictures. You can hear his phone’s muffled chime with each message.

“Just don’t send anything too risky,” he hums. “I don’t want to risk checking my phone and giving some poor customer a shock.”

You laugh, a cackle that seems to want to do exactly that, but you shake your head. “I won’t fluster your delicate sensibilities, pineapple.”

“Is that to say I could fluster yours?” He prompts.

Pressing your lips together you look away from him and out the window, desperate to be sure your voice was steady when you spoke. “My sensibilities aren’t so delicate.”

“A challenge then.”

You can feel the shiver roll up your spine, but you manage to stay still. Turning back to look at him you do your best to give him a look that, you hoped, conveyed the idea that you were still in charge in this little conversation.

“Bring it on, minor league.”

Marco pulls into the makeshift lot by the overlook, putting the car in park. “I doubt anything will happen, but if you have cell service, call me. It’ll be easier for me to hike to you than Dadan.”

Smiling you open the car door and get out. “I doubt anything will happen too, but thanks.”

Closing the door you tap the roof of the car before walking away. You wave without looking, whether he’s looking or not, but you don’t know that you could’ve dealt with looking at him any longer. It was stupid to get attached. Some light flirting - no, teasing - was totally normal between childhood friends.

That’s all this was, and that was okay. Marco was a good guy. He wasn’t going to lead you on, into anything that couldn’t be, and you weren’t going to do anything to hurt him. It was safe.

What was a little holiday sex between two consenting adults anyway?

“Gods girl, don’t get ahead of yourself.” You mutter, shaking away thoughts that felt a bit wrong to be carrying on your way to a grave.

The walk was a little longer than you expected it to be. You thought that the distance would feel shorter now that you were older, but somehow the woods seemed even bigger than before. Bird songs filled the air, and the soft crunch of underbrush were the only sounds to speak of. You could feel the woods breathing around you.

It’s what Dadan had called it.

Knowing how the woods drew breath was knowing how to walk them. How to avoid the rabbits when you weren’t hungry, and how to find them when you were. How to avoid one-eared bears when you didn’t want to deal with them, and how to track them down when you needed to.

It reminded you of Katakuri, for some reason. Knowing the rhythm of the forest, and his ability to read people. The forest was simpler, in your opinion, but maybe it was something you could work on later. Trying to read people the way you did the trees.

Once you cleared the tree line, you saw it.

Your breath was visible in the crisp air, your own breathing a little heavier than you’d like, but the walk back would be easier. It was uphill to get here, downhill to get home. Not that you were worried about your breathing right now.

Halvards were stones of remembrance. Guardians that watched over those sent to war, or lost in disasters. Halvard Stones were large, formless white stones where people would stack smaller stones around them, usually with someone’s name carved into the smaller stones. The halvard would then watch over those lost who couldn’t be buried where they belonged.

What the town had put up for Roger and Pops wasn’t exactly a halvard, but it was a kind of formless headstone. Which made sense, because anything else would eventually be found.

It was also more likely that they cremated them and let the hills have their ashes, so you doubted anything was buried beneath the stone.

The stone was cold and smooth beneath your fingers. It was cold because it was cold outside, it was, but it felt so warm you didn’t know what to do. Warm in a comforting way, though the cold stone wasn’t hurting your fingers, but you couldn’t shake the sense of being hugged.

“H-hey, Pops… I…” Tears rushed up to your eyes, twisting your mouth and gripping your heart even as you felt comforted. “Sorry… ‘m sorry… I’m late, but.”

Sinking down to your knees, pressing your head to the stone, you sob.

You thought you had time.

He was so strong. Larger than life. A force of nature. A calamity in the eyes of those who feared him, and an enduring mountain to those who loved him. No matter how terrible the storm, no matter how cold the wind, there was nothing that could bring down the mountain.

You stayed there, knelt by the stone, sobbing and apologizing, until your tears had run their course and your apologies had warmed the stone. There was nothing you could do. There was no reason to hold onto any guilt, especially since part of coming up here had been to let go of it. You made the choices you could, knowing what you knew, there was no way to go back and correct that.

“When’s the next time you think you’ll be able to visit?”

“I wish I knew. Candy Land just absorbed another company, I might not even see much of my apartment this weekend.”

“Keep an eye out for a chance, little warrior. I want to talk to you about something.”

“I have a few minutes to spare now, Pops. Maybe a full hour Sunday?”

“Some things, child, have to be said face to face.”

“If you say so. I’ll do my best, hang in there for me.”

“Gu-rarara! Don’t make it sound like I’m death’s door!”

“Of course not. There’ll be plenty of time, but I’ll try not to make you wait.”

You thought you had time.

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Arrested

Summary: After picking up Gohan and Goten from the police station after Gohan's arrest, Goku and Chi-Chi are reminded of an arrest in their youth.

“Get inside and not a word from either of you! I don’t want to see or hear you speak for the rest of the night!”

Chi-Chi losing her temper wasn’t new but never before has she been so angry with her sons. Gohan saw his mother angry like this but it was always with his Dad and never with him or Goten. Gohan looked at his father for help. He only shook his head at Gohan warning him not to speak.

Goten hadn’t understood that message and looked at his parents with one important question on his mind. “Does this mean I won’t get dinner tonight?"

Goten was always Chi-Chi’s sweet baby. He could do no wrong in her eyes until tonight when he caused the mess that got him and his brother in trouble. “You won’t get dinner or dessert for the rest of the week if you don’t get in the house and go to your room!”

Goten’s mouth fell open. He looked at his father who shook his head and warned him to not speak.

Shoulders slumping, Goten entered the house followed by Gohan. Chi-Chi followed her sons. So caught up in her anger, she didn’t know she slammed the door in Goku’s face as he tried to come in after her. Goku wasn’t mad. It wasn’t the first time Chi-Chi did it. She was always last to enter the house after their boys. Now Goku was the last one to come in. The family was still getting used to him being around again. Last week, Gohan accidentally brought home extra firewood forgetting Goku brought some home.

Goten looked mournfully at the dinner plates on the table and the food on the stove and counter. He wanted to ask again about dinner but quietly went to his room. He angered his mother enough. Gohan followed his brother.  

“Gohan.”

Goten kept walking but Gohan turned to his angry mother and his father quietly entering the house.

“What were you thinking? Do you know what you risked tonight? A good school. A good future. If not for your father, this scandal would have followed you for years!”

“I tried to stop it, Mom, but Goten---”

“Did I tell you to speak?!” Chi-Chi snapped at him.

Gohan looked at his father who had his hands up and shook his head warning Gohan to not say anything.

“You’re Goten’s Big Brother. You were to look after him. You convinced me to allow you and Goten to go to the comic convention and you get yourself arrested! Do you know how I felt getting the call you were at the police station and my baby was exposed to criminals and thugs?! I feared this might happen to Goten and Trunks but not you and Goten!” 

Goku leaned against the counter during Chi-Chi’s tirade. He quietly snacked on the roast beef that was part of tonight’s dinner.

Gohan was unsure of what to do. Does he stand silently while his mother berates him or explain again what happened? Goten wanted to go to the convention and Gohan offered to escort Goten. The day went well until Gohan and Goten saw a booth where an artist sold Saiyaman comics mocking Gohan. Gohan was insulted and kindly told the artist how inaccurate it was and offered to tell real stories of Saiyaman. The artist refused. Goten angrily told the artist that Saiyaman was a great hero second to his father and the artist should stop making art that made Saiyaman look back. The artist still refused.

Goten fired a Ki and burned all the Saiyaman comics. Gohan put out the fire. The angry artist tried to strike Goten but one punch from the child knocked him out. No one saw the punch thrown but seeing the middle-aged, pot-bellied man lying on the floor unconscious, everyone assumed Gohan did it.

Gohan allowed himself to be arrested to protect his brother. He also knew no one would believe Goten threw the punch. Goten confessed to hitting the artist but no one believed him. He rode in the police car with Gohan. Gohan made the embarrassing call to his parents. With his father’s teleportation trick, his parents arrived a minute after his call ended. The artist arrived at the police station and accused Gohan of striking him and setting fire to his comics. He wanted to press charges. Chi-Chi begged the commanding officer to not charge Gohan. She spoke of his youth and exemplary record but it was Videl who saved the day. Her connection at the precinct called her to let her know her classmate had been arrested. Videl vouched for Gohan’s character and talked with the commanding officer to release Gohan and not press charges. He was willing to oblige but the artist wanted to press charges. This prompted Goku to spill that Gohan is Saiyaman. Forced to reveal himself, the artist was forced to drop his charges after Videl suggested Gohan could sue him for libel. With cash compensation for the burned comics, all charges were dropped and after Goten got a gag mug shot, the family of four returned to Mount Paozu where Gohan explained what happened.

His mother knew the truth so Gohan was confused about her questions. “Mom….”

 “Did I tell you to speak?!” Chi-Chi screamed. “Go to your room!”

Gohan looked at his father who shrugged. Gohan turned and left.

Chi-Chi sighed and sank herself in a chair at the kitchen table. She pulled out Gohan and Goten’s mugshots and laid them on the table. “I do not believe this, Goku. Our Gohan was arrested. Our Goten was in that delinquent place with criminals and thugs.”

“It was a situation that got out of hand,” Goku knew he will have to talk to Goten about what he did, “But it worked out.”

“Yeah, it did,” Chi-Chi sighed again but she hated it happened. “If I were there, I would’ve punched the artist myself.”

“I know.” It was in Chi-Chi’s nature to defend her family. It’s why he couldn’t stop grinning at the situation. He barely kept it in at the station. “And it’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Goten started it because he defended Gohan. Defending anyone in this family is a trait our sons get from you. Did you forget you got us arrested?”

“Me?!” Chi-Chi jumped from her seat. They had this argument for years and it was never settled on who caused the arrest. “You got us arrested!”

******

Seventeen Years Ago

Chi-Chi fought the urge to cover her ears as the music thumped loudly. If it was loud as she, Goku and Aki waited outside the club to get in, how bad would it be for her ears when she was inside?

Maybe we shouldn’t have come.

Clubs weren’t her or Goku’s thing. She was sheltered in the village she grew up in under a stern but caring father who ruled it. She was raised to be a wife and mother. She covered one marrying Goku. They were still working on the second part. It hasn’t been forever. They have been married for four months. In her small community, most girls who married were pregnant within the first two months of marriage. She and Goku passed that with no pregnancy announcement.

It'll come Chi-Chi told herself but it did bother her how she and Goku hadn’t conceived yet. They were intimate enough. During the first couple of weeks of marriage, they were animals in heat. At least Goku was. Intimacy was a new experience for both but the feelings excited Goku more than Chi-Chi expected. He wanted to try intimacy many times and lately suggested different ways they can do it.

Two days ago, Aki visited them. Aki grew up in Chi-Chi’s village. He was her friend but Chi-Chi saw him as Goku’s friend, too. He was the first in her village to welcome Goku. In some ways, Chi-Chi thought Aki acted like a big brother to Goku showing him life outside of fighting and helping Goku understand things a man his age should know.

It was his idea they come with him to Neiro, a club in Orange Star City.

“You’re young with no responsibilities,” he said. “Have fun before you have kids.”

Goku was excited about the fun they spent touring the city and eating all the street foods but sometime between dinner and waiting outside the club, Chi-Chi suspected Goku was into another type of fun.

More than once, Goku brushed up against her as they moved in line. Chi-Chi noticed Goku got like that some mornings and nights when his body needed her but in public, he knew how to behave.

Except tonight. He was oddly attentive touching her with his hands and hips. Chi-Chi wasn’t sure where this need came from. He behaved all day. Even at dinner, he was his normal, jovial and hungry self but something happened after dinner when they left the restaurant and walked two blocks to the club.  

“I like your outfit,” Goku whispered as they waited in line.

That surprised Chi-Chi since Goku never commented on her clothes. She thought the ones she wore tonight were risqué for her. She fluffed her straight hair into big bouncy curls, and wore a purple mini-skirt with a matching low-cut halter top that flashed her midriff. She felt naked but the woman at the shop she visited told Chi-Chi this was appropriate club clothes and selected the outfit and makeup for her.

Aki picked out Goku’s clothes since he was clueless about how to dress for clubbing. He wore a black popover shirt that was left unbuttoned and exposed a nice tease of his muscled chest, charcoal chino pants and a silver chain Aki thought fitted Goku’s ensemble.

He looked good and Chi-Chi noticed she wasn’t the only one admiring Goku. It was something she was getting used to. She was happy to marry a handsome man but that didn’t mean she cared for so many women to ogle her husband in front of her. Sometimes Chi-Chi wrapped her arm around Goku’s or sent the women dirty looks to remind them Goku is hers and no one should dare try to make a move on him.

Goku wasn’t the only one to get looks. Chi-Chi noticed a few times men looked at her. Chi-Chi wasn’t concerned. She didn’t have any interest in the men but it was surprising how it bothered Goku. More than once she saw a glare on his face Chi-Chi last saw on Goku at the Tenkaichi Budokai. He directed it at men walking by and doing a double take of her.

Chi-Chi received looks when she was out with Goku while modestly dressed and Goku never reacted but tonight, he was bothered and looked itching to fight anyone who got too close to her.

Noticing their anxiousness Aki went to the bouncer and spoke to him. The tall, muscled man listened to what Aki said, looked at Goku and Chi-Chi and waved them forward.

Though relieved to be moving, Chi-Chi was curious. “What did you say to him?”

“I told him Goku won the Tenkaichi Budokai. He’s a fan. Enjoy the free pass.”

Enjoy the free pass. Aki said something similar during dinner. Goku ate a lot and their bill was high. Chi-Chi offered to pay because she knew Aki wasn’t wealthy but Aki told her to ‘Enjoy the free pass.’ “Did you tell the restaurant about Goku? Did we get a free meal because of it?”

Aki led them into the club. “Goku’s a celebrity. He saved the world. Take advantage of it while you can.”

Chi-Chi held Goku’s hand as they walked inside but had one hand over an ear. It was loud as a thumping bass line played by the DJ vibrated through the room. “I won’t exploit Goku for special privileges.”

“It’s not exploiting. It’s taking what’s offered to you.”

“It doesn’t seem right.”

“You can always go outside and wait in line,” Aki suggested with a sneaky smile.

“No way!” Goku wasn’t allowing that. “Too many guys are lookin’ at Chi-Chi. I ain’t leavin’ her alone.”

Aki and Chi-Chi were surprised by his outburst. Goku never acted this way before. “Don’t worry, buddy. Our Princess can take care of herself.”

They reached the edge of the dance floor. Aki tried to pull them on but Chi-Chi was too hesitant and Goku wasn’t doing it if Chi-Chi wasn’t so they made their way to the bar watching and waiting for a seat to come empty. After thirty minutes a woman left her seat. They rushed over so Chi-Chi could occupy it.

Aki signaled a bartender over. Chi-Chi didn’t know anything about ordering so Aki chose for her. “The lady will have a cosmo. I’ll have a rum and coke. My friend,” Aki sized up Goku wondering what he should drink. He was even more clueless than Chi-Chi. “My friend will have a whiskey smash.”

As they waited for their drinks, Aki noticed Chi-Chi swaying to the music. “It’s not bad, is it?”

“It’s a little loud,” she swayed in her seat, “but it has a nice beat.”

“How about you, Goku?”

Goku waved his hand over his mouth as a guy next to him lit up his cigarette. “Kind of smoky and loud.”

Aki shook his head. “This is why I wanted to get you out of the mountains. You’re getting too sheltered and isolated. You need to live.”

“We are living.”

“Really, Goku? What do you do all day in the mountains?”

The bartender returned with the drinks. “We explore Mount Paozu,” Chi-Chi sipped her drink carefully. Hmm. Not bad. “Goku and I talk a lot.”

Aki rolled his eyes. “Boring.”

“We have lots of sex!” Goku knew that was boring. He sipped his drink testing it before drinking the glass in one gulp. “What?” He noticed Chi-Chi and Aki's shocked stares.  

“Goku….” Aki was slightly concerned, “you should drink that slowly since you don’t drink alcohol a lot.”

“Goku,” Chi-Chi was embarrassed, “don’t tell him about our intimacy.”

Goku didn’t think he said anything wrong. “I didn’t say what we did. I said we did it a lot.”

Aki finished his glass. “You can argue about what’s private and not private, I’m gonna hit the floor.”

While Aki blended with the other adults on the dance floor, Chi-Chi and Goku watched. Goku ordered another drink; this time a Jack and Coke while Chi-Chi finished her Cosmo. Goku finished his drink in a single gulp. “Go easy on the alcohol, Goku. It’s making your lips loose.” She looked at him suspiciously. He wasn’t a drinker. Her father introduced him to varieties of beer. Goku tried them all but didn’t find the taste appealing to have more than one can of beer. Now Goku seemed invested in drinking.

“The drink isn’t getting to me.” Goku placed his hand on Chi-Chi’s left thigh and moved it up her skirt. “Your clothes are.”

“Goku,” Chi-Chi suppressed a moan as Goku nipped her neck. “We’re in public.”

“We ain’t the only ones.” He cocked his head to a couple three seats from them kissing. “Like Aki said. We’re young. Let’s have fun.”

“Whoa!” Chi-Chi blushed at the couple. They weren’t kissing. They were making out! They had no shame or care of anyone watching. They wanted each other and wanted everyone to know it. It was admirable and a bit erotic as Chi-Chi thought of herself and Goku being so expressive. She knew she had a handsome husband and loved he was hers and no one else could have him. Maybe it was the alcohol, the beat of the music, the heat of the bodies in the room, or the stimulation of the kissing couple combined with Goku’s groping but Chi-Chi felt herself getting pulled into the world around them.

They were young, as Aki said. They had no responsibilities yet. They only had each other. They slept in as late as they wanted. They stayed and left home as they wanted. Some days, Goku would pull her on Nimbus and they were off to some unknown destination.

When they have children, they can’t be this carefree. They will be regulated to schedules.

Maybe we should have fun.

Chi-Chi hopped off her stool. Goku took her empty seat so she could have it back when she was done. He ordered a third drink. Chi-Chi shook her head and waved for him to join her on the dance floor. Chi-Chi was young and sheltered but she had a quick eye. She had to learn martial arts. She used it to study the women on the dance floor and mimic them.

“Think of it as a fighting technique,” Chi-Chi swayed to the music with her hips swinging to the pop beat. She mimicked other women raising her hands over her head. She dropped her head back so the multi-colored lights of green, pink, purple and blue danced over her smooth and toned skin. The muscles of her stomach teased Goku as her halter top raised up her stomach.

Goku smirked admiring how Ch-Chi performed for him. His eyes trailed her bouncing hair bopping to the music. He went lower settling his eyes on Chi-Chi’s breasts bouncing in her tight halter top. My pillows.

When Chi-Chi came out of the hotel bathroom dressed in a halter top and short skirt, Goku didn’t react. The clothes were shorter than what she usually wore unless bedtime. He liked it but that was it. When they left the restaurant, the sun had set and the sky was dark except for the glow of the full moon. Walking two blocks from the restaurant, Goku noticed Chi-Chi then. He was annoyed initially. Only he should see Chi-Chi like this but a part of him liked seeing Chi-Chi dressed this way. There wasn’t a reason for Chi-Chi to hide her attractive body. He wanted the world to see how appealing his wife looked. Look was all he would allow. If they dare touch as some men wanted to do……

Goku shook his mind clear of those thoughts. He wanted to admire Chi-Chi; watch her dance for him and coax him to join her.

Drinking his third glass, the smooth lyrics of the pop mix and guitar riffs pulled Goku to move his body to the music while his eyes stayed glued to Chi-Chi’s body as she danced.  

“Come on,” Chi-Chi encouraged him. “I won’t bite.”

“I wished you did.”

Chi-Chi winked at him. “Later.”

“Soon,” Goku promised when his eyes flicked to the side when movement caught his peripheral. A man moved in, put his hand around Chi-Chi’s waist and turned her so she danced with him.

Chi-Chi paused as she stared up at the man. He had more inches in height over Goku and muscles that suggest unnatural development. His physical build must have been the motivating factor in this fool thinking he could take Chi-Chi from Goku and dance with her. Chi-Chi took a step back from him but the man took a step forward not allowing the distance Chi-Chi wanted.

Goku knew his strength. He was stronger than everyone in the room. So was Chi-Chi but because of how much stronger he is, Goku always controlled himself. It wouldn’t be fair to beat up on anyone so beneath him in strength but if someone dared to touch what was his, power levels didn’t matter.

Rage flooded as he put down his glass and was on his feet not caring when someone immediately took his seat. Nothing mattered except dealing with the brute who dared to touch Chi-Chi.

“Dance with me,” Goku heard the guy say.

“No,” Chi-Chi refused him. “I’m a married woman.”

The man looked around. “I don’t see him. Any real man….” He stopped when he saw Goku. Instead of slinking away, he laughed. He had more muscles and height than Goku. That was enough for him to think Goku would be cowering to him. “It’s just a dance. Not an affair.”

He reached for Chi-Chi when Goku grabbed the guy’s shoulder. A light squeeze from Goku had the man’s knees buckling. “Dude…..” he winced as Goku squeezed harder. “Calm down.”

“You touched my wife,” Goku’s voice came out as a growl. Even over the music, Goku knew he was heard.

He was outmatched by Goku but the man still had his pride. He was popular here and he couldn’t let this punk embarrass him. He closed his right fist. He can get one shot. He swung his fist to punch air where Goku’s face was and was immediately lifted off his feet and received a free flight from the dance floor to a table near the bar.

Music and dancing immediately stopped. Bouncers came onto the dance floor. Aki looked at Goku. One look at his friend’s face told Aki the bouncers will land in the hospital if they came near Goku.

“It’s okay.” Aki got between Goku and the bouncers. “My friend is Son Goku. He won the Tenkaichi Budokai. Stupid,” he pointed to the musclehead who was picking himself off the table, “wanted to challenge him. He’s crazy, right? Who challenges the guy who beat the son of King Piccolo?”

People around nodded agreeing and murmuring it was stupid to challenge the winner of the Tenkaichi Budokai to a fight. The man in question stormed out not wanting to hear the jeering. The bouncers left the dance floor and the music resumed.

“Geez, Goku.” Aki wondered if inviting Goku and Chi-Chi out was a good idea. “What did he do?”

“He touched Chi-Chi.”

“Oh.” If this was any other guy, the reaction would make sense but this was Goku. He brushed off Kaifun’s interest in Chi-Chi but a random guy causes Goku to get physical?

Goku turned away from Aki to return to Chi-Chi who stared with flushed cheeks. “Are you all right, Chi-Chi?”

Chi-Chi nodded. “I’m fine. I can’t believe you did that.”

Goku was surprised he did it, too. Kaifun was very clear of his attraction to Chi-Chi and wanting her but Goku never did anything to him. Tonight, Goku wanted to break the meathead’s face for touching Chi-Chi. He was on edge tonight. There was something about how Chi-Chi looked and smelled tonight that drove Goku wild. He wanted her. He wanted it known Chi-Chi was his and no mercy will be given to anyone trying to take her from him.

As if to give a warning to not repeat what the dumb brute tried, Goku cupped the back of Chi-Chi’s neck and dragged her against him for a passionate kiss. Her sweet and sultry taste tinged with her Cosmo drink made Goku groan against her mouth.

For Chi-Chi, it made her wet. Watching Goku be so manly, so masculine handling the idiot excited her. He didn’t protect her like this. He knew she could handle herself but seeing him step in and show Chi-Chi was his and no one should touch, made her want to jump him.

When his lips touched hers, Chi-Chi kissed back without any hesitation. Her hands fisted his shirt as he grabbed her ass and pressed her against his growing shaft. The moan from her made him jerk his cock against her in response.

Aki wanted Goku and Chi-Chi to celebrate being young, free and in love but he wasn’t expecting this. The most affection he saw of them was the quick peck at the wedding and Chi-Chi sometimes kissing Goku’s cheek. This made him blush.

“Ah… I see. They both got that edge in them.”

Though raised to keep such affections private, Chi-Chi wasn’t embarrassed about the display from her and Goku. She wanted to be watched. She wanted all to see she and Goku were staking a claim on each other. Goku was hers and she was his.

But kissing wasn’t enough. They both could feel it. They needed more. Maybe it was the alcohol or the music or the lust coursing through them,  but they wanted each other right here on the dance floor.

Chi-Chi pushed back with the little clarity she had left. Her breath came in heavy pants that made her breasts jiggle. She saw the lust in Goku’s eyes and felt it swell against her. How she wanted Goku to throw her over his shoulder and sprint her out of here but she wore a skirt and didn’t want that flaring up to show the world only what Goku has seen.

“Let me freshen up and we can get out of here.”

“Hurry,” Goku growled at her. His patience was thin.

Chi-Chi quickly walked off the dance floor with Goku’s eyes on her shaking hips. Oh yeah. He was riding that hard tonight.

“Goku,” Aki put a hand on Goku’s shoulder. “Let’s get you some water. You need to cool off.”

Aki and Goku reached the bar. Aki ordered another drink for himself but cool water for Goku. “Damn, Goku. Calm down. She’s your wife and I support that but she’s my princess and…..” Goku’s glare quickly caused Aki to correct himself. “But she’s your wife and that’s a higher authority. I know you want her but the dance floor is not the place to fuck.”

The bartender handed Goku his water. He quickly guzzled it down. “I know.” The cool water cleared some of his lustful mind. He asked for more water. “I don’t know why but I want Chi-Chi really badly right now.”

“That’s cool,” Aki sipped his drink. “Just wait until you get your hotel room.”

“Hi,” a sultry voice called to Goku. He turned to see a beautiful woman with long red hair and emerald eyes smiling at him.

“Damn,” Aki whispered of the woman. She was a beauty and stacked with her 40C breasts wrapped in a gold halter bra, slender waist and curvy hips in a gold skirt that barely covered her ass, and long, toned legs and perfectly manicured toes in four-inch stilettos. While Aki examined her head to toe, Goku’s eyes were on her face.

“Hi,” he said as if greeting someone casually on the street.

The woman puckered her red lips at Goku. “You won the Tenkaichi Budokai.” She touched his arm. “I can see why. You feel strong.”

Goku looked at the woman touching his arm. He jerked her hand off. “I am strong. Who are you?”

“Happy if I get you to come home with me.”

Goku frowned at her. “Sorry, Happy. I’m going home to my wife.”

The woman was shocked at the brushoff. Aki picked up what Goku hadn’t caught on from the insulted woman. Aki also didn’t want Chi-Chi to return and misunderstand the situation. He got between Goku and the woman. “My name’s Aki. I’m Goku’s friend and I’m single.”

“I’m Salli,” she pushed Aki aside. “I’m not interested.”

Goku frowned. He didn’t like Salli rejected Aki and he didn’t like she lied to him. “I thought you said your name is Happy.”

Salli slipped her hand inside his shirt to touch his chest. “It can be whatever you want.”

“How about ‘Cheap’?!” Chi-Chi’s voice was heard behind Salli as her red hair was yanked and her body pulled from Goku. “Keep your hands off my husband!”

Salli turned to Chi-Chi. One look at the wife of Son Goku and she wasn’t impressed. “Gah. Was he drunk when he proposed to you? Or,” she fluffed her hair, “were you the best of the poor offerings around him?”

Rage poured into Chi-Chi. How dare a subpar woman insult a great beauty like her? “I’m the daughter of King Gyumao, the wife of Son Goku and the strongest woman on the planet.”

“Um,” Aki tried to intervene, “I don’t think your title matters here.”

Chi-Chi ignored Aki. “I’m smarter, stronger and far prettier than you and anyone who tries to take my Goku from me.”

“Daughter of a King?” Salli scoffed. “Never heard of him but you must come from a cheap kingdom to afford those fake wonder twins.”

“Oh, boy,” Aki muttered under his breath.

“Fake?!” Chi-Chi screamed. “Everything is real!” Chi-Chi lunged for her only for Goku to secure his arms around her waist and pull her back. “Let me go, Goku!” Chi-Chi kicked at Salli. “She can’t get away with touching you and insulting me!”

“It wouldn’t be right to kill her,” Goku calmly told Chi-Chi as he flipped her into his arms and carried her out of the club like a bride while Chi-Chi screamed and cursed words a bride wouldn’t say.

Goku carried Chi-Chi outside to a secluded alley around the club. He placed Chi-Chi on her feet. He tried to be reasonable and keep his cool but watching Chi-Chi stake her claim over him in front of everyone excited him. Chi-Chi’s anger was a turnoff for some men. It scared others but for him, it made him hard. The patience he had to wait until they were back at their hotel was melting fast.  

“Why did you do that, Chi-Chi?”

“She made me angry.” Chi-Chi was proud she married a handsome man. She accepted women will look but didn’t tolerate anyone touching her husband and insulting her. “That cheap woman came onto you knowing you’re married.”

“You know I wasn’t interested.”

Chi-Chi knew that but the women did something far more insulting. “I don’t tolerate anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

Goku growled low in his throat as the full moon shined on them. Why did she have to say that? They definitely won’t make it back to the hotel. He needed her now. “I need you, Chi-Chi.” He kissed Chi-Chi out of his mind with lust. “I can’t wait.”

“Don’t,” Chi-Chi welcomed his kisses. Her lips meshed with his as his body pushed her against the brick wall. She could feel his cock, long, hard and thick rubbing between her thighs and making her wet between hers.

Moaning into his mouth, Chi-Chi’s tongue thrust against Goku’s. His whiskey-flavored tongue drugged her and lured her deeper into the carnal lust they were experiencing for each other. “This is crazy,” she murmured between their kisses. So wild and deliriously crazy! They were in a dark alley kissing. Goku’s hands were on her thighs pushing up her skirt with his hands nearing the spot she wanted him to touch. It was scandalous. Indecent and she loved every moment! “But if you stop, I’ll kill you.”

“Ain’t stopping,” Goku pushed aside her panties. He moaned into Chi-Chi’s neck as he felt her wet heat drench his fingers.

“Hurry.” Chi-Chi didn’t want to come to her senses and talk them out of this. She wanted Goku pumping deep and hard inside her. Impatient, she reached into his pants and cupped his hard length.

“Fuck!” Goku cursed against her as his head fell on her shoulder. Normally, Chi-Chi would admonish his cursing but hearing the pain and desperation in his voice aroused and sent an exciting thrill through her.

“Put it in,” Chi-Chi told him. “I can’t wait.”

Goku couldn’t either. He hiked her feet off the ground, spread her against the wall and with her panties pushed aside, Goku slid in fast and hard.

“Fuck!” Now it was Chi-Chi who shamefully cursed as Goku stretched her with his hard heat. He always took his time entering her but mad lust drove both for him to take her fast and hard.

Goku pulled out and sank deeper as Chi-Chi’s legs stayed wrapped around his waist while she clawed his shirt and took everything Goku gave her. They were in an alley with people around the corner; some were walking by unsurprised by the act but for Goku and Chi-Chi, it felt intimate as they focused on each other as they always did during intimacy.

“Hard,” Chi-Chi whispered into her as she pulled Goku closer. “I’m the strongest woman in the world. You know I can take it.”

Her request snapped what little control Goku had left. He tightened his hip and pulled out before thrusting in deeper and harder than before. He set a rough pace into Chi-Chi while his lips pressed hers to silence her escalating moans. He could hear Chi-Chi’s skirt scrape against the brick wall but Chi-Chi didn’t seem to care as she moaned and whimpered against him while scratching his clothes. He could feel her slick channel fluttering around his shaft.

“Ngh!” he grunted at her tightness. “You’re gonna make come first if you keep strangling my cock like that.” He saw her smirk. Oh, she would like that and would lord it over him. “Can’t have that,” he whispered as he went faster thrusting in her, slapping their skin together until Chi-Chi buried her mouth in his neck moaning his name through her release.  

Her strangling walls broke him as he jerk inside her and released a flood of his cum as his orgasm took him. As Goku panted against her neck, Chi-Chi reveled in the sensation of Goku’s release in her. For several moments, both were a panting and shaking mess. Goku slipped out with some of his release coating Chi-Chi’s thighs. Goku smiled at her blushing face. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“I hope you are.”

The words didn’t come from Chi-Chi. It came from a deep voice a few feet from them. Goku turned while Chi-Chi looked over his shoulder to see a police officer glaring at them.

“What a night,” Aki murmured to himself as he walked into the police station. He was still in the club having a drink with a woman when he heard someone say, “That guy that won the Tenkaichi Budokai got arrested.”

Aki paid for his, Goku and Chi-Chi’s drinks. He ran outside to see Goku and Chi-Chi being driven away in the back of a police car. King Gyumao will kill me if this gets out. He hailed a taxi and followed them to the nearest precinct. Aki tried but wasn’t allowed to talk to the commander of the precinct until after Goku and Chi-Chi were put in a cell.

“Putting my friends in a cell isn’t necessary,” Aki explained to the police sergeant. “They are very kind and harmless people.”

“Harmless?” the office read the report. “The guy broke his cuffs and almost broke the arresting officer’s hand when he tried to put cuffs on the woman.”

“Well,” Aki awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “my friend is protective of his wife and he doesn’t know a lot. He grew up in the mountains.”

“He assaulted an officer doing his job arresting them.”

“Arrest for what?”

“Having sex in the alley.”

“Publix sex?!” Aki yelled. “Goku and Chi-Chi?” That couldn’t be right. Goku would do it but there’s no way Chi-Chi would allow it.

They were getting hot and heavy in the club.

“Can’t we handle this discreetly?” Aki pleaded. “They’re good people. Chi-Chi’s never done a bad thing in her life. Her father is King Gyumao of Fire Mountain. Goku is winner of the Tenkaichi Budokai. He saved the world. He was the one who defeated King Piccolo.”

The officer stopped walking. “King Piccolo?” He pointed two cells away. Chi-Chi could be seen by the bars looking out. “He killed King Piccolo?”

“And defeated his son at the Tenkaichi Budokai.”

The officer’s face got a shade lighter. “I was at the capital when King Piccolo attacked. King Piccolo fired some beam at me and everything went dark. I don’t remember anything except waking up at my funeral. I scared the hell out of my wife when I opened the casket.” He looked at the cell holding Goku and Chi-Chi. “Are you saying I’m alive because of him?

“Yeah,” Aki solemnly confirmed for him. “I’m telling you my friend is a good guy. It’s my fault they got arrested. I’ve been on them they should have fun before they have kids. I guess they got carried away.”

The officer looked at the cell holding Chi-Chi and Goku. He grabbed the jangles of cell keys at his hip. He sighed as he continued to their cell. “Next time suggest they go skydiving.”

“Will do,” Aki promised. King Gyumao won’t kill me!

When they reached the cell, Goku sat on the dirty bench grinning at Aki while Chi-Chi’s face was scarlet in shameful embarrassment. The officer opened the cell. “You’re free to go. All charges will be dropped.”

“Thank you.” Chi-Chi bowed before the officer. “We’re so sorry.”

“Your friend explained. I understand.” As Goku stepped out of his cell, the officer extended his hand to Goku. “I’m told you killed King Piccolo. He killed me three years ago.” He shook Goku’s hand. “I guess me and my daughter owe you.”

Goku was taken aback. “King Piccolo killed your daughter?”

“No, but my daughter was born a year ago.”

It took a moment for Goku to understand. “I see.”

“We’ll give you your souvenir for the night and remove any traces of your arrest,” the officer told him. “In the meantime, seek your thrills elsewhere.”

Ten minutes later, Goku, Chi-Chi and Aki stood outside the precinct. Chi-Chi frowned at the souvenirs. It was their mug shots. “I can’t believe you’re smiling.” Chi-Chi shook her head at Goku’s grinning while she looked terrified.

“I did say the dance floor isn’t the place to fuck but I didn’t mean the back of the club is either.”

While Goku laughed at Aki’s joke, Chi-Chi didn’t find it funny. “How long have you been holding that in?”

Aki grinned. “Since I learned why you got arrested.” Now the matter was settled Aki couldn’t help but get some good-natured ribbing in. His prim and proper princess was arrested for having sex in an alley. So many jokes will come from this. “So…. Chi-Chi,” Aki was grinning and Chi-Chi knew what he will say. “Are you finally seeing the benefits of taking advantage of Goku’s celebrity status?”

Goku saw the benefits. “It did get us out of our situation, Chi-Chi.”

“Maybe there are some benefits.” Chi-Chi suddenly thought of one. “And I will use one now. If you tell anyone about this night, I’ll have Goku kill you.”

Aki laughed. His princess was mad and embarrassed about this night but she wouldn’t hover homicide over him. “It’s embarrassing now but in a few days….” Chi-Chi shook her head. “Weeks?” Chi-Chi kept shaking her head. “Years? Aw, come on. Goku wouldn’t kill me. I’m your friend. I’m not Kaifun.”

“Goku does anything I want him to do. Isn’t that right, Goku?”

Aki looked passed Chi-Chi to Goku who nodded. “If Chi-Chi wants me to, I’ll do it.”

Aki couldn’t tell if Goku was joking or serious but he wasn’t going to take that chance with the world’s strongest man. “My lips are sealed.”

**********

Chi-Chi stared at the photo from seventeen years ago. So many times she wanted to burn it but Goku insisted they keep it. On the rare times they thought of that night, they looked at the photo.

“We should put this photo with the ones our boys took and frame it.”

“I’ll kill you myself if you do that,” Chi-Chi threatened. Seventeen years later, Chi-Chi was no longer embarrassed. It was during Goku’s second death when Chi-Chi finally laughed at their embarrassing night. “It was stupid but kind of fun, and with no real record kept, harmless.”

“Just like Gohan and Goten,” Goku reminded Chi-Chi. “Come on,” Goku linked his hand into Chi-Chi’s. “Let’s tell the boys you’re not mad anymore.”

Chi-Chi thought of her yelling. Goten will brush it off but she imagined Gohan took it hard. That boy acted like her in many ways and if she knew him as well as she thought, she knew Gohan felt horrible and embarrassed about this night for himself. He was always a good student and good person and to be taken in by the police, even to protect Goten, had to be mortifying.

“Let’s talk to our boys over dinner.”

“And tell them about our night to make them feel better,” Goku suggested.

“No way.” Chi-Chi could laugh about that night but she vowed to take it to her grave.

“Why not?”

“Do you want to traumatize Gohan on why we were arrested? Child services will be after us if Goten learns about it.”

Goku hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Guess you’re right but when they are older and have families of their own…...”

“No, Goku.”

And so the secret remained until one day, when a curious five-year-old Pan helped her Grandma Chi-Chi through her yearly spring cleaning, discovered a framed photo of Grandpa Goku, Grandma Chi-Chi, Daddy Gohan and Uncle Goten’s mugshots buried in a worn box in the back of her grandparents’ closet.

[rehaunting]

hi everyone & happy opening! i want to preface everything by saying that i will be back in my country starting monday and that then is when i will approach plotting with everyone -- thank you for understanding! underneath the read more you can read more about jaeha's life and after-life!

lives a very simple life that leaves little to be jealous of; his dad is a factory worker, his mom a cleaner. they get by, with jaeha receiving clothes one or two sizes bigger so he can wear them no matter how much he grows. although in the end, his parents really give everything for their only son, trying to make his life as comfortable as possible.

he repays them through excellent grades and good behavior. he's never really been of mischievous nature; ready to help whenever, be it given to his family, his classroom teacher, or a complete stranger on the street. indeed - he wears his heart on his sleeve, allowing anyone to touch it, gently or roughly.

however, jaeha is not spared of knowledge that is financial burden. he knows they struggle and that the amount of money his parents are paid is pitiful compared to amount of work they do; as soon as it's possible, he gets a part-time job, to try and help further.

naturally, the day of adulthood comes and naturally, his parents are devastated when they learn jaeha will not be attending - or even attempting at - any university. he wants to get into motion right away instead of wasting any more time and he believes that by becoming a firefighter is the right choice (and he's not exactly eager to work in a factory, after seeing what his dad goes through). all unhappiness aside, they tell him he is an adult who can make his own decisions.

he's a successful firefighter: he is eager to and he learns fast, swallowing any amount of knowledge his seniors / captain can give. he's courageous, too; some even call him fireproof, with the way he doesn't fret away from flame's devouring maw.

little by little, their family gathers enough money to rent an apartment where they can sleep in separate rooms; jaeha is a grown man now, and just as much as they deserve their privacy, so does he.

his death is accidental: he became trapped under debris while on field, soon to be consumed by the flames he was never afraid of. following his death, his parents divorce.

in death he, surprisingly, doesn't find himself drawn to the career of a firefighter--- he finds himself working as an auto-mechanic, in spite of the city's favor towards public transportation. it's enough to pay rent and live, as he doesn't really feel himself needing luxurious items, or fancy dinners.

he's good with his hands, which is also confirmed by his sole memory of his life: him learning to play the guitar at his friend's place.

all in all, jaeha is just trying to get by, unaware of the predicament he finds himself in. like... golden retriever type of guy

bits and pieces is that he can actually play the guitar well, he's allergic to prawns and ironically he can't handle spicy food well.

when it comes to plots, i'm all for brainstorming! some top of the head ideas i have are jaeha helping your character move in / around the town in case they're same floor neighbors; fixing their car or bicycle every so often; your character keeps buying the slice of bread he wants, every single day; laundry mixups at the laundromat... like i said i'm down for anything regardless of what it is or if it even makes sense!

thank you for reading all of this and again i am out of the country rn so i will be bothering everyone when i come back home monday!!

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (6)

*This ain’t a funeral!* Read [this] first.

Lysistrata: Coryo, that was so beautiful! Your voice was ✨perfection✨.☺️

Coryo: Thanks, Bestie! The Grandma’am had to ✨hit✨ me a lot to make my voice sound like an angel~.💅

Festus: Hit you?😰 What do you mean??

Coryo: My crazy Grandma’am said that I’m not allowed to ✨EAT✨ or ✨SLEEP✨ if I can’t get the tone and lyrics right!☺️

Festus: Coryo, are you okay-

Coryo: Now my voice is perfect!! Lucy Gray Who! My abdomen has never been bruiser- I mean, better.😌

Lysistrata: Coryo, my dear, do you need me to call Child Welfare Services?🥺

Coryo: Child Welfare Services? Does Panem even have such thing? And who’s gonna be the head of that department? Dean Casca Highbottom or Dr.Gaul?

Sejanus: I wish!😡 *glares at Strabo Plinth*

Coryo: Babe, why is your father even here?

Sejanus: He’s going to drive us back to school after-

Strabo: *leans down and whispers to Coryo* Hello, my little son-in-law. How are you?

Coryo: Hello, Father-in-law. I’m fine. Thank you.

Strabo: Do you want to know about the time when your gorgeous father and I went “stargazing” together in the middle of the night?🥰

Coryo: No.

Lysistrata: I want to know!

Festus: Me too!

Strabo: My darling Crassus and I were roommates.😏

Sejanus: Pa, don’t embarrass me in front of my boyfriend!😫

Strabo: But-

Sejanus: Go away or wait in the car!

Strabo: Strabo is sad now.😞

Sejanus: Goodbye, schemer.

Strabo: Goodbye, my idiot heir.

Sejanus: Shoo.

Strabo: See you later, Little Snow.

Coryo: Father-in-law, can you buy 3 gallons of peppermint ice cream and 2 boxes of spinach pizza on the way out? I’m hungry.

Strabo: Anything for Little Snow.😊

Coryo: Thanks.

Festus: Yo, Coryo, can you also ask old Mr. Plinth if he could buy us burgers and fries-

Coryo: No.

Festus: *turns to Sejanus* Bestie, can you ask your old man to buy us burgers and fries?

Sejanus: No.

Festus: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Sejanus: My Coryo said no.

Festus: But I want burgers and fries!😭

Arachne: *on a hospital bed with a neck brace* Oi! Oi, idiots! Why are you even here?! Visiting hours are over!

Coryo: To be fair, the doctors said that we can have a sleepover-

Arachne: Inside my hospital room?! Are you crazy?! I told the school that I’m not dying! Dammit!😡

Sejanus: Our dearest Felix Ravinstill told us to visit and sing you the ✨Gem of Panem✨, Arachne~.☺️

Festus: He’s so considerate.

Arachne: Well, tell our stupid Class President to suck ass and leave me be!

Lysistrata: Why?🥺

Arachne: Because Gem of F*ckin’ Panem is only sung in good or bad occasions!

Coryo: This occasion is pretty good to me-

Arachne: It’s not my freaking wedding or funeral, you dumbass!

Festus: To be fair, me, Lizzie, and Coryo are only here for the food.😋

Coryo: Your evil mom’s apple pie is to die for.

Arachne: But why is idiot Plinth even here?!

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s sugar daddy- I mean, boyfriend. So. . .

Arachne: Get the f*ck out.

Lysistrata: *pulls out a camera from her bag* Can’t do that. Sejanus and I were tasked by Felix to take pictures. So smile-

Arachne: Get that f*ckin’ camera off my face!

Coryo: Nope. Felix said that as the Class President, it is his duty to prove that you’re still alive and kicking-

Arachne: Get out.

Lysistrata: What was that? We can’t seem to hear-

Arachne: GET OUT!!🤬🔪

[astrothedreamdemon]

X-Men OC'S (my bad chat this is a lot)

Cain "Rust" Lesharoff -Mutation: Sweat is incredibly corrosive. Think like Doctor Phosphorous who can pick and choose what he burns. The sweat is almost like acid. Coming into contact with wood will cause it to burn, contact with metal will cause it to rust, and contact with wool/paper/ and or thin films will disintegrate. Contact with anything else and it will melt. She secretes acid at will. Depending on PH levels, the acid itself can range from globs of green, yellow, or sometimes clear. - Homeless mutant who was prime pickings for Magneto's propaganda to join the brotherhood of mutants. She was a very deep enforcer in the punk genre and scene. She was one of the muscles of the group. -But eventually ends up getting convinced by Scott Summers and Jean Grey to join the x-men. Scott who is rule following clashes with Rust. Honestly, Rust pulls a wolverine and falls in love with Wolverine, Jean, and Scott. (this love triangle went square polycule). She lived at the mansion now with her lovers. Also something something she ends up on Krakoa as one of the knights and citizen and x-man. -Bleeeg and also yes she gets sent to the white-hot room. IDK if she dies on krakoa (in the white-hot room or not)

Aspen "Flytrap" "Flora" Oakley - His mutation allows him to control all types of plants, vines and flora. Aspen gets weak during cold seasons and needs to feed like a plant does. (Mostly vegetarian when his mutation kicks in BUT he does eat meat cause he's also human-ish? Varies if or when I feel like changing it) - He has a mutation that allows him to control plants. Although he dropped out of high school at 15 to join a fanboy group called "The Mutant Collective". He was struggling with being a mutant, rough neighborhood hood, and bullying lead to him dropping out. The collective is a group of people ranging from teens like himself to young adults committing crimes for the name and sake of mutantdom. So basically a gang. He becomes gang-affiliated. - His older brother Manor Oakley is (who is like 20) moves to NYC for college. Manor joins up with Matt Murdock as a lawyer. Manor is a human who is a mutant lawyer. -Aspen gets caught using his powers during a spinback with another rival gang (Friends of Humanity offshoot). Aspen who is now aged 19 and about to turn 20, sees this and to protect his sick mom who came back from the store with food. His HUMAN MOM BTW. -So what does he do? He runs into the street and puts up bushes as thick as a wall on instinct as vines crackle through the asphalt of the street having the car crash into the vines. Aspen gets arrested for attempted murder and his BROTHER who is a LAWYER, becomes his attorney. But Manor has strings in high places and gets CHARLES XAVIER to be like 'hey join the x-men as a recruit or like go to jail' So what does bro do? -He moves himself and his mama to Westchester on the east coast. At the x mansion with the X-men Storm takes Aspen under her wing as plants need weather to survive. When Aspen's mom dies due to health complications Storm views Aspen as her son and raises him to the best of her ability. -Since Aspen spent his teens 15-19 as an affiliated thug he didn't get to experience the joys of being a normal teenager. So he is sorta childish. But he adopts the motto 'peace n' love n' shit' which represents his peace and love / carefree / fuck around and find out attitude. He is inspired by the peace movement in the 60's and takes it to heart. On the back of his jacket, he has a peace sign sewn on but it has a lot of plant iconography. He has tattoos he got when he was 17 covered up in vine and plant tattoos and changed his street name from "Flytrap" to his x-men name "Flora".

Bonnie Ayla Creed (hey guys is it no longer cringe to make fan child oc's??) -Mutation: A heightened sense of smell and hearing to the point where emotions have designated colors and specific smells and or scents can depict and take the shape of the person she is hunting. She can visualize any person she smells automatically as her mutation diles up her other senses to 100% but removes her ability to see. Making her an excellent hunter tracker. A little side thing but she has an 8-ball fracture and PCOS. Which is why she has blonde hair on her arms and chin. - Way back when Victor Creed and a woman named Anne Ayla met in a club in Australia. Victor was there for weapon x purposes. Soon the two got along and had a one-night stand. The next morning Victor was gone. Uh oh. So years later Anne Ayla is pregnant with a child she names Bonnie Ayla. (Last name unknown but it is creed). They move to America to the Bronx. Anne comes to dislike Bonnie as it grows and festers into hate as she got older. A hate that reached its peak when the two head to the doctors for Bonnie obtaining an 8 ball fracture from playing tag. It was around her 15th birthday too and she was a late bloomer. So that meant her mutation kicked in. Robbing her of her sight while her eyes filled with blood. - The doctor tells Anne that her child is a mutant and in the car and at home an argument is had. Lots of yelling and shaking fits. The argument hits an all-time high and Anne tells Bonnie to pack her bag. Bonnie of course does this but is skeptical. Anne drives all the way to the X-Mansion and another argument ensues. Bonnie is getting violently shoved outside the car as she is kicked out by her mother and left on the doorsteps of the X-Mansion. - Hank was the first person to find her. He helped her settle in and Charles arranged for her to have her injuries checked. Hank had explained Bonnie’s mutation to her and the curiosity of her health complications. But everything seemed to change for her when it was revealed that she shared DNA with Logan’s infamous rival and enemy. That's when Logan (who at the time doesn't know how to handle kids OR teens) told Bonnie about the fucked up things Creed did to him. And this 15-year-old girl is TERRIFIED of a man she grew up hating yet never knew. -Currently its been half a year since she has been staying with the X-Man. Rumors had spread around within the first week of her staying there. Calling her a 'spy for the brotherhood' or 'a killer' or 'a monster' because of what her father did. A sorta 'sins of the father' kinda stuff. This leads her to harden herself into a sorta bully. She is failing most of her classes and pulls a logan where she runs into the woods to lash out or cry alone. Bonnie hates the looks Logan gives her. She thinks they are looks of digust and hate but Logan feels sorry for the kid. Bonnie gets an accidental run in with Victor to which Victor has a paternal instinct that tells him 'thas his kid'. After violently hurting Logan. Bonnie is traumatized and swears to kill her father. Yet a part of her wishes to have a connection to him. A morbid curiosity some may say. She is her fathers daughter after all. -Also Charles has therapy sessions with her like how he did with Jean in the x-men movies.

[impulsetheories]

hey y'all! this is peyton [sh/th, 21+, cst—also the mun of selena, dylan, mouse & dabin] and i'm stoked to be here with an older idol-verse character of mine, lee hyeon. he's just some dude who decided he wanted to be a rapper one day and never looked back. you can view his stats here, his pinterest here & read all about him under the cut.

born november 18, 2002, lee hyeon is the only son to a catholic priest & a schoolteacher :~) talk about a set-up for failure…

the earliest chunk of his life is fine—obviously his parents are more than willing to take care of a baby, but the older he gets (and the busier THEY get), hyeon’s pretty much left to his own devices. as a toddler, his parents take turns pushing juice boxes into his hands and making sure he’s occupied by the tv; by the time he’s ~12ish, it’s a “here’s ₩10,000 to get some food after school, we’ll be home late so don’t wait up” type of deal probably 4/5 nights a week.

he doesn’t care, really; or at least he doesn’t feel like he does @ the time. he has some friends that he’s really close to, so he fills up his time with those friends rather than worrying about his parents—until he can’t anymore. by the time he’s turning into an angsty teenager, he thinks a lot about his family situation & how his dad is out there “serving the community” but failing to serve his family and how his mom wouldn’t know his favorite movie if asked, like… these things chip away at a person!!!

it doesn’t help that his parents kind of have a “business” r/s; not really in love like they were once upon a time, just staying together because it’s easy (and it would be shameful for a priest to divorce—plus, in the catholic church, he wouldn’t be allowed to remarry so long as he stayed a priest) but anyways… hyeon didn’t have a good example of filial OR romantic love in his early life, which resulted in him being emotionally unavailable and having zero respect for his parents 🤙 oh yeah!

his life is like this: church services on sunday / pretty much no interaction with his parents any other day of the week unless it’s thru sticky-note messages around the house / go to school half the time, skip the other half / waste time with his four best friends / play league of legends all night / daydream of being a rapper like… obviously a very fulfilling life

anyway i’m really not trying to make y’all learn every minute detail of hyeon’s life story here so i’ll say tl;dr he got really into rap/making beats around 13/14ish, started a yt channel w his friends at 15, had a joke song go viral on yt that same year which kind of made him realize how starved for attention he was/how much he really WANTED to rap??!? / applied and got onto season 3 of high school rapper at 16, placed 3rd, signed with canvas labs the next year and consequently dropped out of high school to focus on music/training and ultimately severed his ties with his parents like… he obviously didn’t have time for church anymore/the desire to go and him turning his back on the catholic church AND dropping out of school??!? spitting on everything his parents stand for fr fr

worked part-time as a mechanic’s assistant while he was training, up until newave started prepping for debut—in this time, he got really into cars, got his driver’s license & then got into racing; super into racing go-karts!!! he still does some side work for his former boss from time to time for pocket cash: uses this money to support his love for designer clothes mostly or buy shit for his own car, which is a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder that his former boss gifted to him (was a piece of shit at the time, required extensive work and is still a pain in the ass unfortunately)

as of march 2024, is a (somewhat) newly debuted idol—does not take it particularly seriously, and it’s not his career end-goal. ultimately he wants to produce a bunch of music for the group (and potentially for other groups), get rich off royalties, drop the group and return to the “real” rap/music scene… u know how it goes… selfish selfish man!

all in all hyeon is literally just some guy with a chip on his shoulder. he views other people as disposable, so he doesn’t care to get particularly close to anyone—but even if he does, he’s a pro when it comes to burning bridges & never looking back. if you have nothing to offer, hyeon has no interest; and if he has no interest, he won’t fake it. a lot of this is just a result of him having to be independent from a young age & (ideally) something he will grow out of in time :~) very hot and cold type of dude: might be nice to you, might not, and it’s always up in the air as to what side of him you’ll get 🤷‍♂️ but even at his nicest, he’s pretty rough around the edges—tough love is his speciality!!! will do anything for a laugh (or just for attention lbr), bitches & complains constantly but will still do what’s asked/expected of him, shows that he cares in quiet ways like carrying your bags/luggage or ordering a large fry for u instead of the regular like… he will not be caught dead doing any sappy/sentimental shit but if you mean anything to him he’ll never forget a thing u say…. he’s a villain fr but maybe he can still be redeemed.

other trivia: was a smoker for about 6 years, recently switched to vaping but is trying to quit completely because It’s Unbecoming Of An Idol (re: management caught him a few too many times) / was active in the underground rap scene for a little bit before he joined canvas labs, was never well-known ‘cause u know… he was like 17… but he went by the name sweendakk and still has a soundcloud profile under that name / as a celebrity, has a very loud, goofy, rambunctious & mischievous persona—all of his shit-talking and impulsivity is sanded down into something endearing (or at least halfway palatable) for the sake of selling an image; kind of whiplash when you meet him irl and he’s really just a jackass / king of pacing. catch him furiously walking back and forth at your local grocery store / used to be really into weight-training, currently is on more of a cardio kick—regardless, he’s a healthy guy & much stronger than he looks / catholic guilt but i’m sure you saw that coming / dishonest, will tell you a blatant lie straight to your face KNOWING that you know it’s not true. a shameless man with not much to lose. aiming to change that. there we go…

plot ideas

head’s up that i love extensive plotting—this is not at all a requirement & i’m also down to just jump into a base idea and see where it goes!!! but!!! if you’re like me and you love to yap about every little detail!!! i will never tell you no!!! anyways…

naturally, one of his close friends from before he was an idol. ideally this would be someone born around '00 to '03 who was generally up to no good as a kid/teenager: hyeon was shit at showing it, but he lovvvveddd this person and still thinks fondly of them despite having cut them (and the rest of the friend group) off when he signed with canvas labs. thinking he might be reaching out to them again soon, so let's hope they haven't changed their number...

that one member of hi-fi he’s trying to rizz up ‘cause no way you’re gonna have hyeon living right beside a girl group and not expect him to cause problems… i’m open to discuss any/all details of their dynamic, but my idea for this is that he’s initially interested in her for very shallow reasons but ultimately she ends up becoming a muse for him (causing him to write songs such as this and this that he shares with her, but doesn’t actually release until much much later in his career when he ought to be leaving her name out of his mouth) and is someone he has every element of a relationship with without actually dating her—but in these early days of newave & hi-fi, there’s still an understanding within the groups that she’s “hyeon’s girl” but it never actually becomes something and in the end she cuts it off ‘cause hyeon can’t/won’t commit to her… wasting this poor girl’s time fr fr... all i'm saying is we're at the perfect time of the year for them to have a summer fling

various meet uglies because hyeon's a menace to society. your muse has the same workout schedule as hyeon & he's sick and tired of them hogging the one (1) working treadmill, your muse is also a celebrity (preferably someone with a higher profile than newave) and hyeon mistakes them for an employee at this appliance store where he was sent to buy a new microwave for the dorm, you bring your car in on the one day a month hyeon happens to be helping out at this mechanic shop and no way you've got an idol telling you your car is a piece of shit (as if you don't know that already) (is this a fever dream?), your muse is buying laxatives or lice shampoo or some other embarrassing item and hyeon's trying to rizz them up when they really just don't want to be noticed at all, alternatively hyeon's trying to rizz your muse up while HE'S buying something embarrassing and they can't take him seriously because of it, etc etc etc... if you have any ridiculous ideas PLEASSSE send them my way! i love these types of things!

i already know hyeon's putting those nda's to work... your muse is/was a fan so hyeon had a relatively easy time pulling them, talked a bunch of shit about how they couldn't reach out to him anymore/needed to delete his number but he's the obsessed one now (never meet your idols)

hyeon thought he could outdrink your muse but he's never been more wrong in his life. he wakes up with the worst hangover he's ever had and a text from an unsaved number saying some shit like "don't forget - you owe me a yacht"

anything... i'm a lover of strange & unusual plots, silly plots, intense plots, etc etc... pleassseee give me whatever u got!

[offmychest-official]

i am incomprehensibly angry today. my mother and her fucking republican boyfriend are out getting a dog and i cannot TELL you in writing how stupid of a decision this is.

we have a cat. i love him very much but he has some medical issues. he has a tendency to itch at his face, presumably due to the buildup on his chin and poor cleanup of his food dishes.

we are poor. we had to hold off his vet visits for about an entire year and a half because my mother didn't have the money. it was REALLY bad; he used to have a bunch of gashes near his eyes damn well constsntly because of how terrible and itchy he was all the time. we got him to the vet in early september and his meds have helped him. a lot!! hes okay now & all healed up.

but the vet visit was very very expensive and my mom could only afford it with some kind of vet card? idk but my point is vet visits are very expensive and we can't afford to take our cat there regularly.

and suddenly in comes my fucking mother off to get a puppy because idk her boyfriend wanted it So so bad because yeah? geniunely ridiculous.

she forgets to wash the cat's chin repeatedly, which is for his itchiness. the reason WHY he was sick was because my mother apparently never cleaned his food dish in the four years of taking care of him once. 2 of our previous cats were too obese to clean themselves properly, and our elderly cat had so much buildup on her bottom that when i think about it it makes me want to fucking throttle my mother. she adopted four cats on complete impulse, which led to us inevitably giving them away when no landlord wanted to deal with the wear and tear of having 4 cats. neither my mother or her shithead want to play with buddy for the required time and i can't do much about it because i'm at school all day and when i get home im exhausted and hungry. our cat is also fairly anxious and he DOES NOT like new things; he growls at the mailman and runs away whenever i come home from school.

and now, with all of these problems she wants to get a fucking PUPPY with our anxious adult cat? EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME???? Do you not see a flaw here. Is there not something wrong here. Hello. Can anyone hear me

she had the balls to act surprised when i had an immediate negative reaction to her announcing the dog to me in the car. ok. i don't get a say in it bc im her daughter. not like i live here or anything. nahhhh that'd be so crasy

im not even against the idea completely as long as i have my own space where the dog isn't allowed to go! i like dogs theyre silly! but my mother is the type to buy from backyard breeders because its a cheap animal. i doubt she even knows about FIP or bird flu or ANYTHING like that. that dog is not going to be fucking trained or socialized properly i know it in my BONES. and im not even sure she knows how to introduce the cat to the dog. where the hell is my cat going to stay while they get used to each other? my room has poisonous plants in it and the office is almost completely empty, i wouldn't want him staying in there for a long period of time. my cat can't stay in my room especially since i'm gone in the mornings and my mother works while i'm at school, so there's nobody to supervise him. he eats plants and the plants will make him sick/kill him possibly

do we even have enough money for a dog bed? dog toys? for it to be sterilized? enough time for it to play safely? time for it to walk outside? proper training? i bet you the answer is no. lmfao

this entire situation is just so fucking STUPID and irresponsible. i will admit that i do have a hand in this, and i'll try to rectify it more especially with my cat's chin wipe thing. but i have to deal with this fucking shit until i move out in 3 years. what happens to our cat when im gone? is he going to turn into another Lola? completely inable to manage himself because my mother is too distracted with the dog? will she get MORE dogs like she did with our cats?

im going to kill everyone in this HOUSE!!!!!!! FUCK ALL OF YOU SERIOUSLY AND FUCK YOU EVEN MORE FOR NOT TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT IN ANY DEPTH

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