#i did however manage to get most of the dishes done today

[haruniki]

Their icks in a relationship

HSR Edtion- Stelle, Himeko, March 7th, Asta, Herta (pt 1/?) a/n: i thought about this today at work and was like wait a minute, this would be a great idea to write about and here it is. will be doing a csm version and potentially an overwatch one

Stelle: Loud Chewing

Stelle seems like the person who would chew loud as fuck

and the bad thing about it is that she knows she's doing it or you at least hope she knows that she's doing it

You curse whoever showed her gum

and if she catches that it's bothering you she's going to make it worse for you by purposely chewing louder

No matter how many times you try to come up with a solution to prevent her from chewing loudly, she manages to chew so loudly.

You're very surprised that no one else says anything about it ".... Stelle.." "What's up?" "If you chew any louder, I will personally deliver you to the stellaron hunters myself." ":("

Himeko: Overbearing

Now normally, being a little cautious or even caring is a nice thing in a partner.

However, Himeko is just a little too caring.

From getting a small cut on your hand to having a slight headache, mommy(not in the good sense) Himeko is there to take care of you and even sometimes demanding that you take the day off and to let her take care of you.

Himeko just really loves you and she hasn't had a relationship like yours in a long time.

She wants to do everything she can to take care of you and to make sure your happy, though she refuses the same treatment.

Let's also not forget that she also brings up things that you say your going to do like doing your laundry and then forgetting to do it or changing the oil in your car.

She's constantly reminding you or asking you if you have done it yet or when are you going to do it "(y/n), dear, I noticed that your car still has the check oil light. I thought i would remind you about it so you wouldn't forget." "Hime, I know, you reminded me about 2 hours ago. I'll get it done, i promise." "Are you sure? I can check it for you, last time you accidently hurt yourself. I wouldn't want that to happen again.." "I...I'm sure Himeko.."

March 7th: Selfie Time

Now you love taking pictures with March just as much as most people do

However, March tends to take more selfie during the special moments more than actually living in the moment.

And now before anyone says anything about how "a picture is to always remember the moment so even when you forget about it you have a photo to continue on the moment"

March takes photos the entire time or a vast majority of the time.

During a New Years Party, she made you pose for the same photo for the entire countdown and missed the opportunity to kiss her "This angle maybe? hmmm... no no.. this one looks better, but the lighting is off.." "Umm.. March, the countdown. It's almost time t-" "Hey, stay in the pose, silly! I want this to look perfect!"

Safe to say that you got to kiss her at 12:10 AM rather than midnight on the dot

At least the picture comes out nice?

Asta: Interrupting

I feel really bad typing this one but I feel like it would fit

Asta tends to interrupt you and others in conversation

She doesn't really mean it, it's just that sometimes the information is only really important for that segment and she doesn't want to move on to a different area until she's able to add to the previous one

Asta does apologize about it and even tries to not do it as much

She is always actively working on being better "Asta, did you send me that recipe? I wanted to make it tonight." "Oh yes, I sent it. Is that why you wanted to have a date at home?" "Yeah, you said you wanted to try it and I thought tonight would be a goo-" "We should probably go out to buy some of the ingredients. I think we don't have any eggs left nor do we have the right baking dish for it."

Herta: Ms. Know it all

I like to think this one was a little bit obvious what it would be

while she is smart and is consider a genius by well.. everyone

Herta doesn't know everything when it comes to things like anime or video games

Hence she is a know it all and a so intelligent being as she proclaims

When talking to her about a puzzle in a game, she claims to know how to beat and when asked for help, she declines.

Instead she makes you suffer through trying to solve it and when you do eventually solve, she congratulates you on passing her test. "You can solve it, it's a very simple puzzle. Even a child could do it, which is what these games are made for." "Well all high mighty, if it's soooo simple why don't you do it?" "Tch, your the partner to one of the smartest beings in the galaxy and you can't solve a simple puzzle? For shame, (y/n), for shame..." "Just say you cant solve."

[vinsmokewife]

finally, some good fucking food

day ten of a very zosan centric kinktober - rimming

Zoro's hungry and Sanji offers him food. He's not interested in eating food.

“I’m hungry...” 

No, that wasn’t the annoying cries of Luffy calling out and demanding food like Sanji might have thought it was as those words tend to come out of his mouth. Sanji, due to a habit of hearing that, might have thought it was him but no, didn’t hear Luffy say that. He turned around to see Zoro standing by the kitchen door, closing it behind him. 

“Well... there’s leftovers in the fridge...” Sanji said dismissively as he continued to work on the dishes from lunch time. After he was done there, he would be working on getting midday snacks (mostly for Nami and Robin and the others...if they were lucky) so he didn’t have time to make anything especially for Zoro but he got the idea when he felt two strong arms grab him from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist. Sanji almost instinctively whacked Zoro with the glass plate with the intention of kicking him to send him flying but he did not. 

“I’m not interested in eating food...” The swordsman spoke lowly in Sanji’s ear. There was only one thing Zoro wanted in his mouth. He’d been thinking about it all day. He liked watching Sanji suck him off. As much as Sanji would deny it, he loved how much Sanji seemed to be into it. However, sometimes, Zoro wanted to do something for Sanji. Sometimes, Zoro wanted to eat Sanji out. 

“I’m busy,” Sanji was indeed busy. As much as he wanted to indulge Zoro in his little fantasy, he also had a lot of work to do today. 

“Come on...you never leave a man hungry. I am absolutely famished here, cook,” Zoro’s hand reached down to grab at that perfect rear of Sanji’s. He just had such a nice shape to his ass, and he needed to have a taste, “Let me eat you out...” 

It wasn’t often Zoro was being oddly nice about something. Normally, as per the nature of their relationship, Zoro orders him about and Sanji agrees to do it anyway, but he was being oddly nice about this considering this was probably so tame anyway. 

“Ugh. Fine... but only this...anything else any you’ll need to wait till tonight,” Sanji placed the plate down and turned around to see Zoro standing with his arms around him, “Got that, mosshead,” 

“Yeah, yeah I hear you...” Zoro said but didn’t waste time by beginning to unbutton Sanji’s suit pants. Sanji sighed something along calling Zoro a brute for being so impatient, but Zoro was a man on a mission. He wanted to eat the cooks ass like it was his last meal and he was going to make sure that Sanji really enjoyed it so he could eat his words about it later. 

Once he managed to get Sanji’s pants down, he then removed his boxers and helped him get out of them. Although Sanji protested because ‘you can’t just have sex on the counter you brute that’s where we eat food’ Zoro didn’t care about that as he picked Sanji up and placed him on the table. He got Sanji to lay down on the table and spread the cook’s legs. 

Zoro stood up and looked at the cook. His face was flushed, and his cock was starting to harden. He could see what he wanted; that perfect puckered hole. All for the taking. All for him. 

“You look like the most perfect meal I’ve seen in my life...” 

Sanji flushed although didn’t know whether to be offended that he looked better than his own cooking, but he couldn’t get a word in before Zoro leaned in front of him and began to dive in. Zoro, despite clearly enjoying this act never ate him out much because Sanji always felt it was a little...strange at first. The feeling of Zoro’s tongue against his hole always felt weird at first. There was also that whole thing about a man eating him out which Sanji still found to be taboo to him. 

Zoro didn’t care. He had concluded a long time ago that he had no attraction to women. This wasn’t taboo to him in the same way that it was to Sanji, but he knew Sanji thought it was a little strange, so he merely used his tongue to get the hole nice and wet for him. Sanji always tasted great, but he expected that from someone who was big on cleaning. His tongue and his lips wet the rim. To ease off any weirdness that Sanji probably felt, he reached his hand up to stroke the cook’s cock in hopes that that might ease some of it for him and help him relax. 

Which it did. It started to bring out more moans from Sanji who eagerly bucked his hips upwards. 

It felt good. Weirdly, it began to felt good and Zoro could tell so the swordman went in. His tongue slips inside the wet hole and wiggles while his lips sucked on the puckered rim. This earned more moans from Sanji as Zoro’s hand began to move faster in slow yet firm strokes over his cock. 

“Zoro...”  

Zoro looked up to see Sanji’s face was flushed red and his eyes were watching him in that lustful expression. There wasn’t a hotter sight to him than that.  

Zoro leaned his head up but only so he could spit some drool across Sanji’s hole so he could go in again. His tongue fully slipping in as his lips massaged and sucked on the rim. Sanji’s hips were getting more frantic, so Zoro knew that he was close to cumming. He honestly could be down here for hours making Sanji come over and over again until he was spent and seeing stars. However, he knew that Sanji had other things to be getting on with. Plus, he was satisfied with this being their little visit for today. 

Zoro continued to work messily. His tongue and lips doing work on the puffy hole as Zoro’s had stroked Sanji. Eventually, it became too much, and Sanji came with a yelp, walls fluttering around Zoro’s tongue as he came all over his hand. Zoro continued to eat Sanji out until he was too sensitive. He then pulled his head away before licking the cum off his hand in a weirdly lewd way that Sanji hadn’t expected to see. Sanji’s head was against the table. 

Finally, Sanji leaned up, looking half lidded at Zoro, “Satisfied?” 

Zoro laughed, “Satisfied. The best meal I’ve had in a while,” 

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 3

Paring: Changbin x reader Genre: fluff Warnings: bullying, punishmnet, swearing Word Count: 2,625 Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

.......................................................................................................................

The next day you woke up with a huge headache. You felt as if a herd of horses ran over you. All night you thought about two boys you had met yesterday.

On the one hand, you secretly hoped that you wouldn't meet them again, and on the other, you wanted to be able to see them.

You quickly cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, dressed in a beautiful summer dress with floral patterns. You grabbed your new bag and went downstairs for breakfast.

Of course, breakfast was already waiting for you. There were several dishes on the table for you to choose from. You sat down at the table and the servants already brought you freshly squeezed orange juice. You loved the smell of fresh juice. You took a sip from the glass and felt a wonderful refreshment, washing away all your worries.

You ate breakfast quickly and were about to leave the house when Sebastian stopped you.

"Aren't you forgetting something Miss y/n?" he asked, standing in front of the door.

You looked down at yourself and in your bag, but didn't notice anything missing.

"I think I took everything. Enlighten me Sebastian" You laughed teasingly as you approached the man.

"Is this Miss, will it be useful today?" He lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, waving the blue cloth sack.

"Yeah, physical education today." You sighed. "Thank you Sebastian, what would I do without you?" You took your bag from the butler's hands and headed to your car.

You hated physical education the most of all subjects. With your clumsiness, you've done something to yourself every time. After all, PE was one of the reasons you carried band-aids in your backpack. You hoped you'd manage to get out of class somehow.

The journey was again spent in silence and confused thoughts. After getting to school, you quickly made your way to the room where you had your cooking class yesterday. You begged him not to be there.

For the first time in your life, fate smiled on you, there was no one in the room except the teacher. You asked about your backpack. The teacher took it from under the desk and handed it to you. You politely thanked her, gave her your sincerest smile, and headed for the locker room. You already knew then that your limit of luck was over.

The locker room was very modern, unlike other schools where the plaster was peeling off the walls and the benches were broken. The first thing you noticed, or rather felt, was the smell of blooming flowers, mixed with fruity body mists.

As soon as you entered the locker room a little deeper, the eyes of a group of girls turned to you. You knew what was going on.

It was that one popular group of girls who think they can do anything and anyone will be at their beck and call. But you were sure you weren't going to lick their ass, which in turn meant you'd be fucked.

You quickly scurried past them and sat down in the corner to get all your things. However, your deodorant fell out of your bag and rolled towards the girls. You wanted to pick it up so you bent down and knelt on the ground.

“Come on, please… New girl knows who's at the top of the social pyramid here. I'm very happy that I don't have to train you to serve me.” Said one of the girls, who seemed to be the leader of the group, chewing gum.

"You must be dreaming." You muttered quietly, turned your back to them and started to change your clothes.

"What did you say?" You were interrupted by the leader. She grabbed you by the hair and pinned you against the wall. Tears welled up in your eyes as you hit your head against the hard surface.

"You heard...I won't serve you." Was all you managed to say when you felt a strong tug on your hair. You immediately grabbed your head, trying to ease the pain. The group gathered around you, and the rest of the people stepped back from you. You knew you couldn't count on help from others. Everyone was afraid of them.

You braced yourself for a good whack, but luckily you were saved by a whistle. Everyone on cue, even your new bullies, ran into the hall.

You calmly, but quite quickly changed into a turquoise and black sports outfit and tied your hair in a neat braid.

You went to the gym, everyone was already there, including the PE teacher. The man was big, no, that's an understatement, he was huge. His muscles were clad in a light gray T-shirt, and a white whistle hung around his neck. The eyes of the rest of the students were fixed on the ground. All but your bullies, who looked at you with a prying smile.

You slowly walked over to line up, the teacher didn't even look at you once. You thought everything was fine, but silent conversations between the students began. Then you felt a slight uneasiness, after all, nothing could explain the strange behavior of others.

“Miss Y/n I presume?” Finally, the man spoke up, slowly approaching you.

"Yeah, that's me." You nodded politely, still slightly confused.

“Miss, do you need a special invitation?” He asked a little louder, closing the distance between you.

“N..No..” You hesitated and stared at the floor.

“You're late!” He raised his voice again. Everyone standing next to you quickly moved away from you.

“Y…Yeah…Yeah, but it was only a minute. I had to get changed.” You replied politely, swallowing loudly. The man standing in front of you started to scare you more and more.

"I hate when someone is late, but I hate saucy girls even more!" He actually shouted it in your face. You wanted to say something but the teacher didn't even let you speak. “On the ground and 50 push-ups! Now!” He shouted again, getting dangerously close.

Your natural reaction was to shudder, which elicited quiet laughter from the room.

“But I can't do that much.” You tried to convince him somehow, with tears slowly filling your eyes. All you knew now was that you were terrified.

"I don't care! You're gonna sit here until you fucking die until you've done them all. Maybe then you'll learn not to be late for my lessons." He got mad and pushed you to the ground. You noticed a slight movement in the crowd. Someone tried to help you but was stopped by the rest of the group. You didn't know who it was because you were afraid to raise your head a little bit higher.

Crying, you proceeded to serve your sentence. The rest of the people started their exercises. You fought bravely to do all the push-ups, but by 20 your hands started to fail you. But you didn't stop, flexing your hands with clenched teeth, thinking it would help you get up. Wet tracks began to form on the floor. You didn't know if it was from the sweat that was pouring down your forehead or from the tears that were now flowing from your eyes.

When you somehow got to 40 push-ups, your world started spinning. You had spots in front of your eyes. And you didn't know if your body still belonged to you. At 42 push-ups, you fell to the ground. A black haired boy ran up to you. You were so exhausted that you couldn't see his face clearly, only the outline of his silhouette. He looked similar to the PE teacher, but he was shorter.

"Please sir, she can't do it. She needs to be taken to the nurse.” You heard a caring, slightly lower voice.

“Go back to the group and start playing dodgeball and don't worry about it. I can handle it.” The teacher said in a calm voice. However, you sensed some disgust in him towards you. Not like the boy who was kneeling next to you a moment ago.

Trying to keep your sanity, you saw the teacher walking towards you. The boy disappeared behind the man's broad shoulders. You already knew it was going to be bad, but you didn't expect it to be this bad.

The PE teacher grabbed your T-shirt and lifted you back into the push-up position. He was shouting at you, but you didn't know what exactly, your senses slowly stopped working. He made you do the last reps.

The last time you tried to get up, he pinned you to the floor with his shoe. You were so tired that the pressure of his foot made you barely able to breathe. You felt like he was crushing you. You pushed his leg with the last of your strength and took the deep breath you wanted so badly.

“Great, now get the fuck out and play with the rest! You will join the green team. Hurry!” He shouted, pulling you to your feet.

You staggered to your t-shirt and put it on before walking onto the field. Fatigue did not allow you to function normally. Every muscle in your body was shaking. Your legs refused to obey you.

You lined up on the end line thinking no one would aim at you so you wouldn't have to dodge.

Fortunately, for most of the game your plan worked, no one wanted to throw the ball that far. But more and more people disappeared from the field. In the end, it was just you and two other people on your team. On the opposite side were your new bullies.

The leader aimed at you, but you managed to avoid it with the last of your strength. Your legs couldn't take it anymore and they buckled under you. You felt a burning pain in your thigh. Your eyes glazed over.

Lying on the ground, you tried to locate the ball, but you couldn't see it anywhere.

"You new. Good luck to avoid it!" You heard from behind the line, you turned your gaze in that direction. The ball was owned by none other than your favorite girl.

Before you knew it, the ball was flying towards you. You tried to pull away with the last of your strength, but your body had a different opinion. The ball hit you right in the face. You fell flat on the floor.

The next thing you remember, someone was carrying you. You blinked a few times to clear your hazy vision. A black-haired boy from earlier appeared in front of your eyes. Now you could take a closer look at him.

He had beautiful but masculine features. Gorgeous dark eyes and lovely wavy hair. You lifted a hand that had been hanging limply before. As soon as he felt your movement, he looked at you.

"How are you? Are you okay?" He asked tenderly, gently adjusting you in his hands.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm a little sore but I've had worse." You forced a slight smile, trying your best to hide how much each muscle ached. "Where exactly are you carrying me?" You asked, unconsciously placing your hand on his chest.

"To the nurse, and where else?" A wonderful laugh appeared on his face, which caused waves of heat to flow through your whole body.

You didn't know what to say, but you didn't take your eyes off the boy's face. You stayed like that for a moment when you felt his muscles working under your hand. You wanted so much to squeeze his chest, but somehow your senses kept you from doing so.

Your body flooded with a hot wave, and the feeling from yesterday came back.

Before you knew it, you were already at the nurse's, who broke down with laughter when she saw you for the second time in two days. He placed you gently on the bed and was about to leave when you grabbed his hand. Surprised, he turned to you and looked at you with some kind of curiosity.

"Will you stay with me please?" You asked without really thinking about it. When you realized the whole situation, you hugged your legs and hid your face in your hands.

He slowly walked over to you, grabbed your wrists lightly and pulled your hands apart. You looked at him, trying to read the emotions on his face.

"I'll stay with you Y/n." His sweet voice echoed in your ears. It took you a moment to realize what he actually said.

Your eyes widened, you were 80% sure that you had never introduced yourself to him, and 100% sure that he had not told you his name.

"How do you know my name?" You asked, obviously surprised, straightening up as much as possible.

"Haha, don't you remember? Our PE teacher said your name in class. I have a good memory so I remembered. Especially since the person with such a beautiful name is you." He winked at you as he sat down on the bed. 

You immediately felt yourself blush, your heart starting to speed up. You felt like it was about to pop out. There was something about this boy that made you want to hug him and not let go.

You opened your mouth to ask him a question when his voice graced your ears again.

"I'm Changbin. Nice to meet you."

Changbin, you repeated in your mind. His name suited him very well. You smiled kindly at him.

You talked to each other for a while, you don't even remember how many times you thanked him for his help and you probably would have talked much longer if not for the nurse who came with all the necessary things.

She did what she had to do, put you on an IV and told you to rest.

Still not letting go of the boy's hand, you began to drift off into dreamland.

You felt blissful, and your inner peace was stimulated by the tender touch of Changbin's fingers, which made small circles on your hand, barely brushing your skin.

You fell asleep…

You woke up after a good 2 hours, hoping that the boy would still be with you. You looked around the room for Changbin, but apart from the medical equipment and the rays of the sun falling on the floor, there was nothing there.

You tried to get up but realized you were still on the drip. A few minutes later a nurse came over and asked how you were feeling.

You politely replied that everything was fine. The nurse took the cannula out of your hand and as you were about to leave the office, the woman stopped you and handed you a note.

Surprised, you stood still to read the contents of the message.

I had to go now, but I hope to see you soon Y/n. Get a good rest so you'll have the strength to continue being so wonderful. PS: Here's my number, call me if you need my help :).

Your heart beat faster, the first time someone was worried about you. Someone who wasn't paid for it. With each new boy you met, you had the impression that you were going crazy, more and more you wanted to be able to emerge from the shadows, even though it was only the second day at this school. Your plans of wanting to become a gray mouse by the end of the year were moving further and further away from you.

All beaming, squeezing a small piece of paper in your hand, you jumped to the next class. Thanks to this little piece of paper, you felt great. You forgot all your worries.

<;- Part 2 | Part 4 ->

TAGLIST

@nobody3210

[verdantcrimson]

Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 6

(Unproofread)

Prev | Chapter List | Next

[A few days later, on the day of the show filming.]

Keito: …Hm? Anzu, did you come here to watch the shoot?

Keito: You have my gratitude. Today’s shooting was only possible thanks to you, Anzu. Thank you.

Keito: You say that you’re ‘looking forward to receiving something in return’? Naturally, I’ll return the favor somehow.

Keito: Well, it’s nearly time for filming to begin. For now, I’ll express my gratitude by making the best Valentine’s day wagashi possible.

Keito: Yes, do look forward to it.

Rei: “Greetings, everyone~♪, ‘Gourmand Fragrance’, the cooking program that shows you simple sweets that you can make and enjoy at home, starts now~.”

Rei: “Since this episode is a Valentine’s day special, the four of us plan to make adorable Valentine’s chocolates.”

Nazuna: “The simple sweet that we’re going to show you how to make this time is a kind of wagashi called nerikiri!”

Nazuna: “Wagashi and Valentine’s day are a strange combo, don’tcha think?”

Keito: “However, wagashi are still a kind of sweet at the end of the day, and nerikiri is quite aesthetically pleasing.”

Keito: “You can even make heart-shaped nerikiri. It’s a cute wagashi that’s perfect for Valentine’s day.”

Kuro: “Some people say it’s hard to make, but it’s surprisin’ly easy.”

Kuro: “Hasumi danna over here ain’t used to makin’ sweets, but he still managed to whip up a delicious batch. ♪”

Nazuna: “Well, experience is the best teacher, so let’s get cooking!”

Rei: “First, put the glutinous rice powder in a heat-resistant bowl and add water.”

Rei: “We’ll leave that step to Hasumi-kun, our beginner cook, just to show you that newbies can make this dish too. ♪”

Keito: “Yes. Firstly, we’ll measure out our rice flour and water.”

Rei: “Be sure to follow the recipe properly. Or else, you may end up with dough so hard that it’ll break your teeth.”

Keito: “Don’t make fun of me all the time, you’re incorrigible. However, like you said, we do have to be cautious about the measurements.”

Keito: “Thirty grams of rice flour… Phew, alright. Water is… Sixty grams.”

Keito: “Mm? There’s not enough water. Just a bit more…”

Keito: “Ugh, there are twice as many grams this time. Incorrigible…”

Rei: (He’s pouring water in and out repetitively. It’d be easier if he made adjustments using a smaller cup...)

Rei: (Hasumi-kun is struggling quite a bit to make these sweets. It’s a far cry from his usual self.)

Rei: (His fans will surely be happy to see this new side of him. ♪)

Keito: “... Alright, I’ve set aside sixty grams. Let’s move on to the next step.”

Keito: “Add half of the water to the rice flour… Ah, I see. So do I have to divide the water in half?”

Keito: “I should’ve measured out the halves separately in the first place… The method I used was just bad!”

Rei: “Now now, calm yourself, Hasumi-kun. A slight error is no cause for concern. There should be no issue if you just eyeball the measurements.”

Keito: “Personally, I’m not a fan of the ambiguity of measuring by eye… Is this around the right amount?”

Keito: “No, I think I poured too much in. There’s only ten grams of water left!”

Keito: “Guh, I knew I should’ve measured it out properly...”

Rei: “Oh dear, this battle might drag out for longer than expected…”

[After that incident, the cooking progressed smoothly…]

Nazuna: “♪~♪~♪ Alright! We’re done making the nerikiri paste!”

Nazuna: “Look, Kuro-chin! I dusted a bit of cocoa powder to make it brown! It’s cute, right?”

Kuro: “Yup. The chocolate color is perfect for Valentine's day.”

Nazuna: “Right~? But now comes the most important part of nerikiri making.”

Nazuna: “Wagashi are all about appearances! What kind of shape should I give them to make them look fitting for Valentine’s day?”

Nazuna: “There’s white paste and brown paste… I’ve got it!”

Nazuna: “Shape it into a ball, add some ears, and then use a chocolate pen…”

Nazuna: “And I’m done! Have a look, Kuro-chin, It turned out so cute!”

Kuro: “A white and chocolate-colored rabbit, huh? It’s exactly the sort of wagashi you’d make, Nito. ♪”

Kuro: “Oh, and if ya look closer, it’s got a heart-shaped tail. Ya did great with the details.”

Nazuna: “Eheheh, right~! That’s a discreet little detail I added. If it was just a rabbit, it wouldn’t be Valentine’s themed after all. ♪”

Nazuna: “What about you, Kuro-chin?”

Kuro: “Me? Well, I kinda made ‘em without worryin’ too much about Valentine’s, but I settled on makin’ a couple of flowers for now.”

Nazuna: “No, wait, aren’t you a little too good at this, Kuro-chin!? These white and brown roses are practically blooming!”

Kuro: “Haha, the stick used for craftin’ was kinda like a sewin’ needle once I got used to it. It felt a bit like makin’ clothes and ended up bein’ surprisingly fun.”

Kuro: “But, I still gotta figure out a way to add a Valentine’s touch to it like you did, Nito.”

Kuro: “Got it. I’ll try makin’ the next one with heart-shaped petals. ♪”

Nazuna: “Ooh~ Kuro-chin, you’re amazing! I won’t be outdone by you though!”

Nazuna: “I’ve still got a lot of leftover ingredients to work with, and I’ll come up with a whole bunch of ideas for Valentine’s nerikiri. ♪”

Rei: (Hm… Seems like Kiryu-kun and Nito-kun’s wagashi-making is going smoothly.)

Rei: (And I was wondering about what would happen to Hasumi-kun at first too, but—)

Keito: “...Yes. Look, Sakuma. I was able to shape it into a cute heart.”

Keito: “I can make nerikiri that suits Valentine’s day too. ♪”

Rei: “Kuku, indeed. It’s a wonderful wagashi that wouldn’t be shameful to serve up in the slightest.”

Rei: “I won’t be beaten by everyone else either. I shall make wagashi worthy of being the star of Valentine’s day as well. ♪”

Prev | Chapter List | Next

[ros3ybabe]

Update Check In - October 7th thru October 10th, 2023 🎀

I am officially back home from seeing my boyfriend and now I am big sad because I already miss him again. I was not as productive as I thought I would’ve been while with him these last three days but I’m also not mad about my lack of stuff done. I got some quality time with him and I am so happy with that. I did do some things that would count s productivity, such as some Japanese studying and a short amount of homework. I think I’ll use this post as a motivator for some stuff I need to do with a little bit of what I did this weekend.

🩷 What I Accomplished -

Kept up Duolingo daily streak

Kept up Busuu daily streak

Began working in Lesson One in Genki I

Submitted and passed Psyc Quiz for Chapter 7

Began using LingQ for Japanese

Looked into Kanji learning books

so yes, I didn’t accomplish much but again, not mad. I am still happy with what I did accomplish. I also really enjoy the Genki I textbook so far, I’m still trying to figure out a good note taking technique for myself with this textbook but I really like writing down the end of lesson practice exercises. I think I want to get better at reading and writing, and listening, and my goal is to start italki lessons by December/Jaunary. If I don’t start my italki lessons until a bit later tho, I won’t be upset because I know learning Japanese is a long process and something I’ll be working on for a good chunk of my life.

🩷 ToDo Personal Today, Oct 11 -

Wash bed sheets + pillowcases

Wash + put away all laundry (clothes)

Do dishes

Continue to work on Genki I lesson one

Maintain Duolingo streak

Maintain Busuu streak

Use Renshuu

Look for some more affordable Japanese language resources for my IPad

Talk to my boyfriend in video call

Make a shopping list for language tracker/bullet journal (I get paid tomorrow)

Make a schedule/routine for working out (I’m going back to the gym next week!)

🩷 ToDo Academic for Today, October 11 -

Lifecycle nutrition chart for NUTR

Lab 7 Pre Lab for my Anatomy Lab

Discussion 3 for NUTR

Culinary chapter 10 quiz

not much academic stuff on the list for the day but I’m trying to take it a little easier with my school things as I am exhausted from a long day of flying and airports yesterday. However, I am using today as like, a set up day for my upcoming days/week. Productive planning is basically my goal for today with a little bit of actively doing some work. I am excited to start my language tracking bullet journal and plan some stuff for working out as I am planning on going back to the gym next week. I want to start with light cardio for the first week just to get me in the habit of going and then after I’m going to step back into the weight room and start lifting light. My boyfriend got me motivated to work on my mental and physical health a bit better, so I’m definitely excited!

I feel with the exercising, it will help me manage my stress better, which I feel will lead to better mood and better food choices. Exercising alone is enough of a motivator to take my nutrition more seriously. I’m more focused on the mental and emotional health aspect of working out than I am the physical stuff, but I’m excited for all the benefits regardless. I just want to take better care of my health in every aspect, in a way that aligns with my values. Hopefully I will have better posts full of more information and stuff I’ve done during the day once I get all areas in my life back in balance with each other.

that’s all for now! I appreciate all of you who read and comment and send me the most encouraging and supportive messages, you all keep me motivated and inspired to continue being my most authentic self and help me feel comfortable with expressing myself in this community. I am so grateful for everything that goes into this blog and everything it’s done for me and the direction it’s helped me guide my life in! Much love to all of you <3

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You were up the next day, going downstairs so that you could make pancakes, waffles, and french toast. Minerva liked Eggos- just like her mother- so you popped two of those into the toaster.

It was very rare that you cooked a breakfast like this. For one thing, you simply didn't have the eyes and hands to watch all of the burners and make sure you flipped all of the food at the right time. It was something that you would have done with Elizabeth. Or really, Elizabeth could've managed it at the same time.

But with Wanda and Bucky helping you out in the kitchen today, it seemed like a good time to make everyone's favorite delicacies.

"How was the carnival?" You asked Wanda, as she had never been to something like it before. "Did the boys like it?"

"Oh yeah! It was a lot of fun." Wanda said with a smile. "They enjoyed it, a lot. Billy even won a couple of stuffed animals from one of the games. Tommy just wanted to eat though."

She flipped the pancakes with her magic while rummaging in the refrigerator and bringing out one of the jars of blueberries that was labelled to be used in the next three days before they went bad. "I saw that Minerva was hanging out a lot with Vision last night."

"Yes, I think she likes him a lot." You said slowly. "I haven't seen her this morning yet though. The kids like to sleep in late."

"Steve said he'll eventually break them of that habit. But he wants to wait till their older." Bucky said with a grin.

"Well as long as they aren't like Tony and Stephen with their sleep schedules, I don't mind one single bit." You admitted. "Those two need a lot more sleep than they're getting."

The Eggos popped out of the toaster and you quickly put them on a plate, lathering one of them up with whip cream, and the other you slathered with cream cheese. You quickly took them out to the kitchen.

Most of the kids were up now and waiting in their places like good kids. The table had been set, although their cups weren't full of any drink, probably because they knew they'd be getting something different on pancake morning.

"Here you go Minnie." You said, setting the plate in front of her. "What do you want to drink? It's between apple, orange, and grape today. Or milk or water."

"Milk." She said with a smile. "Thank you Auntie."

"No problem sweetheart. Oi! Buck!" You called for Bucky so that he could get the rest of the kids drinks. He took the short cut, putting the three juices, the carton of milk, and the large gallon of spring water on the table.

"Don't let them spill anything on the tablecloth at least." You warned Bucky, threateningly pointing the spatula in his face.

He grinned, backtracking to the kitchen, muttering about how sexy it was when you were dominant.

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the stove.

The French toast and waffles were done before the pancakes and from that point, it was just a lot of filling up plates with food and bringing them out.

You didn't do sugar, because you guys didn't grow a lot of it. Just some white sugar from sugar cane in the greenhouse. You didn't have powdered sugar or brown sugar though to put on the french toast. However, you did have maple syrup and so you set that out along with fruit for the meal.

There was also bacon.

Bacon was made every single day in the house to everyone but T'Challa's insistence.

Everyone was finally downstairs and all the plates were dishes out before you finally sat down with your own plate of (Breakfast Food), putting (fruit) on the side of the dish, and then did/didn't put maple syrup all over it.

You poured yourself a glass of F/D, before settling in and starting to eat. Everything smelled wonderful and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Most of the kids scarfed down their food and scampered outside before F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted breakfast and said. "I would recommend turning on the TV. Channel for the Daily Bugle."

"Why would we want to watch that garbage?" Tony asked. "No one believes anything that's on that channel."

"Well, I would beg to differ." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said and if you didn't know better, you'd think she actually sounded worried.

You got up from the table, moving into the living room to turn the TV on. You flipped through the channels before finding the Daily Bugle.

J. Jameson was sitting in his chair, leaning forward, and speaking. A picture of Bucky as the winter soldier was up on the TV screen.

"What the hell?" Sam asked as the others came into the living room. You glanced over nervously at Bucky's face and saw that he was frowning.

"Last night at a carnival for Memorial Day, it seems that the Winter Soldier is back." Jameson said.

"What?" Steve scoffed.

"Though details are unknown, the Winter Soldier was seen chasing his victim, a young girl, through the carnival. Not even bothering to hide his face, it has been confirmed that he managed to catch his target and neither have been seen again."

"This is satire, right?" You asked, gaping at the TV screen.

This couldn't possibly be real, could it? Surely they had to know you were Bucky's mate. And Bucky didn't have his trigger words anymore. Shuri had taken care of those.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. I need to get in contact with the Daily Bugle and sue them for libel." Tony snapped. "And turn off the damn TV."

F.R.I.D.A.Y. said that she would get into contact immediately with J. Jameson's secretary and the TV flipped off.

You caught another glimpse of Bucky's face, which was both hardened against emotions and sad as well.

Tony was moving through the living room now, grabbing things and shoving them into other people's arms.

"What are you doing Tony?" Clint asked, looking a little worried. Neither Sam or Steve had reacted yet, nor had Bucky, and the fact that Tony was the only one reacting was a little weird.

"Bucky and Y/N are the only ones that need to stay here." Tony said, swiping his fingers across a tablet. "Everyone else needs to retreat. You're going to take the kids to a secure safe house far from here in case things get worse. They don't need to be dragged through this. Bucky and Y/N can't leave the state though. If Bucky leaves, then they'll think he's actually guilty of something. And Y/N will need to clear his name. Now that I'm thinking about it, Steve and Stephen should stay as well as you're both witnesses."

Tony had really thought this through.

"Whoa, wait, why are we moving the kids?" T'Challa asked, though Tony's speech had gotten Fury and Pietro moving. Everyone else was just trying to understand why Tony was saying what he was saying.

"Anyone looking for Bucky is going to come here first." Tony said. "The police, the Feds, enemies. We have to get the kids to safety first. But Bucky has to stay here. He'll be under investigation soon enough."

"Weren't you just saying no one believed anything on the Daily Bugle?" Wanda asked. "How do we know anyone's going to come after Bucky."

"Because." You said softly. You were looking at social media and you now turned your phone to show the pictures escalating on the pages. "HYDRA is behind it."

They looked at the photo of Bucky chasing you through the carnival. It was very slight, so slight no one else was going to see it, but in the corner was a man taking an opposite picture of the two of you. The inside of his wrist had the HYDRA mark tattooed there.

"Bucky can't stay here." Steve protested. "Now with HYDRA being the cause behind this. Neither can Y/N."

"We can't go on the run again." Clint said, rubbing the back of his head. "But the kids definitely need to be taken to a safe house."

"I've got the kids upstairs now." Fury said, slinging a bag over his shoulder. You had no idea how he had packed so quickly. He shoved his gun into his holster. "We need to get them out of here immediately."

"I don't think all of us should leave." Loki protested. "There has to be some protection here as well for Y/N."

"What do you think we are?" Stephen asked, gesturing between himself and Steve.

"Not Gods, that's for sure." Loki snapped.

"Okay, wait, calm down." You protested, trying not to let them get mad at each other. "I really think the kids need more protection than I do."

"Thor and I will stay behind as well. Everyone else besides Stark, Roger, Strange, and Barnes will go with the kids." Loki decided.

You actually really liked that, except you also really wanted Thor to go with the kids.

"I don't like this splitting up." Sam protested, "Can't I stay here too?"

Pietro was back and the kids were trooping down the stairs.

"We don't have time." Tony snapped, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. picked up that we have cars heading our way already. Ten minutes out at the shortest."

"What about Buster?" Lucy asked, looking up at Tony with puppy eyes as she made her way into the living room. The other kids were filing behind her. "We can't leave him behind!"

"Daddy Stephen is going to take all of the pets to the Sanctorum." Tony said, kissing the top of her head. I could hear a vehicle pulling up and peeking out the window, I saw Happy and Pepper driving separate, large vehicles that looked like they could've been busses but were more car shaped and not as long.

It was sudden chaos, getting the kids on the bus. Ginny and Buster jumped into the car anyways and Minerva had scooped up the two rabbits. Most of the pets were with them now and you watched as they drove away.

Sam had stayed behind as well, refusing to go if Steve and Bucky were staying behind.

You could hear the sounds of screeching tires as cars started to pull up. Bucky seemed nervous and Steve held him in his arms.

"Buck, it's okay." You said, hugging him from the front. "We'll get everything fixed in no time."

"Everyone's in danger again because of me." He whispered.

"No. Don't think like that." You scolded him, running a hand through his hair. "Everything and everyone is going to be just fine."

The door bell rang and you stalked forward, extremely angry with the people who were going to be there. You wrenched open the door and came face to face with General Ross.

"Oh bloody hell." You cursed. "What do you want?"

General Ross squinted his eyes at you. "And who are you?"

"Y/N Marvel." You said. "Soulmate to the Avengers. Which, by the way, includes Bucky Barnes. And, just in case you're blind, I'm the girl he was chasing through the carnival. And he was chasing me, because I was teasing him. And he was being himself and having fun, which I do believe we're allowed to do at the carnival."

"Can anyone verify that Bucky Barnes wasn't the Winter Soldier?" General Ross asked skeptically.

You scoffed, "Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, and myself. I would also say Shuri, Princess of Wakanda, as she worked on his brain, took his trigger words out of his head. They can't be used anymore, you can ask King T'Challa's royal guard Okoye."

General Ross looked a little intimidated at the thought of confronting T'Challa and his guard. "I just need to confirm-"

"Confirm what exactly?" You hissed. "You're tearing our life apart here."

"If you don't want problems, don't cause them." He retorted.

"We didn't cause any problems. We were having fun at a carnival." You were seething. How dare he! How dare all of them! They just picked on Bucky because they could. It was disgusting.

"When you say you were teasing him, what were you teasing him about? Was it anything that could possibly trigger the Winter Soldier?" General Ross questioned.

You laughed in disbelief. "Are you serious? I just told you that he can't become the Winter Soldier anymore. He isn't the Winter Soldier. He hasn't been the Winter Soldier for over ten years now! Stop picking on him! And about the teasing? Do you really want me to give you descriptive details about our love life? Oh! And why didn't the news cover the fact that Rogers, Strange, and Stark were all chasing me too? We were playing a bloody game. Get a stick out of your ass and leave the Avengers alone."

You slammed the door in his face, breathing heavily. You seemed to have a red rage washing over you and you stormed away from the door, furious.

"Who was it?" Stephen asked. He was sitting down calmly in the living room, one leg crossed over the other.

"General Ross." You grumbled.

The doorbell rang again and you stopped short, spinning around to go back. Steve got up, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Just go sit down Y/N. Don't work yourself up so much."

You went ahead, crawling into Bucky's lap to hug him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. Sam sat next to him, holding onto both of you in a comforting way.

Steve came back very soon with General Ross, who glanced over at you guys and then away.

"I'm suing Jameson for libel." Tony said calmly. "And be careful what you say now or I'll sue you as well."

"Is that blackmail Mr. Stark?" General Ross questioned evenly and Stephen started to bristle as the General went after Tony.

"No. It's a promise." Tony said with a cocky smirk. "I'm pretty sure Y/N already told you everything you needed to know."

General Ross sighed, glancing over at you again. "For the most part. But I still need to take Mr. Barnes in and get an official statement from him."

You clutched Bucky tighter, feeling Sam's hands tighten on you.

"Then we'll meet you there." Sam said evenly. "I'm sure you can give us the address."

General Ross narrowed his eyes. "It's classified."

"Then we're not going." You said simply. "We know what happens when we get separated. It never ends well for either party."

"We're not Hydra Miss. . ."

"Mrs." You growled possessively. "And my last name can go on any of theirs. They're all my soulmates."

"Right. I forgot." He replied sardonically. It was a complete lie. You doubted he could forget it when you said you were soulmated to all the Avengers. "As I was saying, we're not HYDRA."

"No, but someone is." You said, before the picture was pulled up on the TV and the picture was enlargened to show him what you had found. "Someone is after Bucky and we're not going to let them get him. So if you don't mind, we'd like that address."

General Ross glanced around the room. Tony was perched on the edge of Stephen's armchair. Steve, Thor, and Loki looked almost identical in their wide stance, arms crossed over their chests. Sam was still sitting beside Bucky and you. You were still snuggled into Bucky's lap and he was still holding you tightly.

"I can't give you the address." The General sighed. "However, I can fit most of you into the van. The others can pile into another van."

That still meant we were splitting up. You glanced nervously between the others.

"Rogers, Barnes, Wilson, and Thor can go in one." Loki said slowly. "Stark, Strange, Y/N, and I will be in the second."

"That sounds good to me." Steve said.

"Very well." Tony said.

Ross nodded, and you got up so that you could follow him out of the house. You kissed Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Thor before you climbed into one of the vans, sitting between Stephen and Loki.

You settled in for a long ride as the vans quickly peeled away from the house. You wondered just what was going to happen, and if Bucky was going to be okay.

[self-loving-vampire]

You didn't say the lords didn't profit, but it was kind of implied by this:

"i would rather spend my day spinning yarn at my own pace while telling stories with my family than standing on a factory line making cheap goods for someone else's profit."

The truth is that a lot of your work would be for the profit of some kind of upper class douchebag in either case, as opposed to that being a modern thing.

"Even if im spinning all day I am spinning at my own pace and not the pace of some clock set by someone trying to extract all the labor value from my time. Additionally for alot of housework the line between labor and leisure become muddied. If i am making a summertime dress for my daughter is that labor or leisure? If im spinning yarn while watching my sheep is that double labor? is it leisure because im sitting down? If im forming a shoe while listening to my son tell me a dream he had is that labor or leisure?"

A couple of things about this:

One is that you are still expending time, attention, and energy doing the thing for the sake of staying clothed. That is absolutely labor even if you multitask it.

Multitasking like that is also still a thing with "modern" work. My husband works a very physical job and still reads manga and listens to youtube videos at the same time. If the argument is that labor sometimes stops being labor because you can also do other stuff at the same time then that's not really something that has gone away.

The most important point, however, is that even if you're not "on the clock" for some kind of manager, you're still not really free to just do as you please in a subsistence farming situation. Farming was intense work and if you don't do it (or even if you do it and just get unlucky) you or your family may die. You may be literally or practically a slave, even, and the labor relations involved were not exactly egalitarian in the best of cases.

The idea that "if I'm doing something fun while working" means it doesn't count as work is also one factor that leads to the "pre-industrial people worked less" misinformation. The other is simply ignoring all the tasks that were technically not "your job" but that still needed doing despite being very labor-intensive compared to the equivalent maintenance tasks today.

For example, there may not be an employer telling you to get firewood for the winter but you kinda have to do it to avoid having a bad time, don't you? Washing the dishes and cleaning the house every now and then is nothing compared to the work needed to do something like making all of your own clothes even if you don't need to give that 100% of your attention at all times.

The subsistence aspect of the labor is also why arguments based on how many holidays there were don't really work. These people are not wage laborers. They are tied to a food supply that dwindles throughout the year, and their metabolism doesn't really care if it's a holiday or not. All the exhausting chores still need to be done.

If you're not working for your lord, you're using your free time to produce for yourself, not to just chill.

Also you have to keep in mind the lords did not give these peasants food and time off out of the kindness of their heart. They did it because if they didnt have a choice. Peasant revolts and peasant strikes were more than common and were almost always a threat.

It sounds kind of like this was not a pleasant or stable system, right? What kinds of abuses do you think led to all of these rebellions and what do they say about the power dynamics at play?

Additionally, we were not talking about agricultural slaves. That was not the scope of this discussion. Additionally, we did not talk about the commons that most people worked on (vs being serfs) at their own leisure because it was not the scope of the discussion.

Quoting Devereaux:

Nearly every pre-modern complex agrarian society had some form of non-free labor, though the specifics of those systems varied significantly from place to place. Slavery of some form tends to be the rule, rather than the exception for these pre-modern agrarian societies. Two of the largest categories of note here are chattel slavery and debt bondage (also called ‘debt-peonage’), which in some cases could also shade into each other, but were often considered separate (many ancient societies abolished debt bondage but not chattel slavery for instance and debt-bondsmen often couldn’t be freely sold, unlike chattel slaves).

Talking about pre-industrial farming but overlooking the slavery seems really strange to me, especially with the above-mentioned serfs not being entirely free and lacking social mobility. Many of the rights we would consider basic (such as the right to move away or to marry) were withheld from serfs.

I don't know about you but I find the sheer amount of different, complex, and tiring tasks that needed to be done then kind of daunting compared to a salaried modern job (although I'm too disabled for either myself). I do consider such things to be labor rather than leisure too.

HALT!✋😐

did you remember to express gratitude for not having to subsistence farm today?

[teacusp]

Feeling some type of way about roommate sitch.

Earlier today came downstairs to find that my roommate's boyfriend (possibly my roommate? but unclear) ate all the leftovers in the fridge, including mine.

Most were from a meal we all shared (bulk of ingredients provided by roommate, but we tend to trade off shared meals), but I had also made something else for myself with my stuff on a different day.

I had noted the other day, when I wasnt sure I would be around this week, that the leftovers needed to be eaten before they went bad, and included mine in that. But then I did end up being around after all....and I was looking forward to finishing my small thing of leftovers for lunch today.

Realizing in real timethis afternoon I have unspoken opinions about finishing/taking the last of something offered (or at least asking) (and esp if there was any kind of time gap...)

idk. I guess I have kind of a weird relationship with food anyway, and my roommate is diabetic, so we have had a pretty good understanding between us. Like she would be upset if I finished her dietary specific meal prep etc etc so I dont usually worry? I do struggle with leftovers sometimes my offers are typically genuine when I make them.....but might have to start being more careful?? Because I found myself upset when they were gone.

I guess I also offered with the thought that there was about 3-6 meals worth (to my estimation) of leftovers in the fridge to get through before mine, and that my roommate would certainly go for those first, or at least check with me before finishing the last of Anything......but I guess there was actually just One meal 😂.........I dont know how tall people keep up in life.........

Anyway, I was thrown off from lunch - I was supposed to have a pretty solid lunch, be pretty full, and was just planning to struggle meal a bit for dinner to fill the gap. Except I had to struggle lunch (and used a bunch of back-up ideas) and was also still Starving....but was unsure about dinner plans. My roommate was working from home today and we sometimes coordinate portions of dinner if were both around during the week....

We had also been discussing weekend grocery plans because Roommates family is going to be here for Easter.

Come down and Roommate and BF had gone to the grocery store and looked to be cooking a specific recipe. Still unclear if I would be included or if i should figure something out.

Usually I would just assume not and grab a snack or something but Im hungry enough I cant really do that, I need to cook something. Also however, Roommate really doesn't appreciate more than a limited amount of people being in the kitchen, even if we would be sharing food.

So I was basically hanging around downstairs on my phone as they cooked - beautiful chicken dish with more than enough (to me) - and a couple different pretty clear indications that this was not intended for me (using possessive words/language, offering some things but never to me, making plans for leftovers etc etc) - I have a big thing about not asking to be included and think this was pretty clear and completely okay.......but also I would then still need the kitchen to make whatever I could figure out for myself and would need to wait for them to be done :|

9pm making the saddest little instant rice, last of my frozen "orange" chicken, and a half handful of kale leaves.

Like christ I know I'm a little fucked up about food but today just felt like.....

idk. I was supposed to hear from a job with an offer letter early this week so I could re-sign the lease here, but heard today the main hiring manager has been out sick so things are delayed....I'm supposed to confirm by the end of the month with the landlord whether Im staying or not and if I dont lock in this job I dont think I can. But also christ days like these I just....🥳

[szallejhscorner]

Hi!!!! How are you doing? I hope everything is going well!

I have a request and if you cloud write it, it would be amazing!… we know Chishiya doesn’t cook, so I guess that he buys bentos everyday to go to work. Imagine that after him and the reader moved together, she, everyday gets up earlier than him to make him bentos… how do you think he would react? After all I don’t think he ever had someone to do that to him, like home cooked meals after he became an adult.

If you can’t write it, it’s totally fine! Love you!! 🥰

Hello Nonny (:

So sorry that you had to wait so long for this to be finished! 

I started this request already before the break, but I couldn’t finish it then, so this is the first thing I did after coming back. Hope you like it (:

The Bento Box

Chishiya’s inability to cook has never been a secret to you. He doesn’t really care for the kind of food landing on his plate as long as it’s edible and quick to make, and it had been frustrating at first when you spent hours in the kitchen to prepare a fantastic multi-course meal for him and he’d appreciate it as much as cup ramen. 

By now you have accepted that this is just one of Chishiya’s traits that he’ll probably never get rid off, and it’s fine. What’s not fine however is that he still keeps buying those horrible premade bento-boxes for work, and while most cup ramen dishes taste okay, those bentos definitely don’t. They are worse than chewing on plastic, and you have no idea how Chishiya has managed to eat those daily over several years now. This man might be a culinary nitwit, but you won’t allow him to stick to this crime for any longer.

You decide that it has to stop when you find a wonderful bento-box in the small store around the corner, made out of bamboo and painted with cute little strawberries, although decent enough not to look girlish. Strawberries are one of Chishiya’s greatest loves, and he has wasted enough one-way packages that have been made without any love.

With the bento-box in your backpack, you stop at the grocery to grab the essentials for your plan, sushi rice, vegetables and fish, careful not to choose those things that you know Chishiya dislikes.

And since Chishiya isn’t home when you arrive at your apartment, you have plenty of time to make preparations: cook the sushi rice, make the tuna maki he likes to eat, and cook and cut the vegetables before you stow them in the fridge. He won’t throw a look inside anyway because you have already prepared dinner for today, and all he does when he gets back from work is ask why you’re grinning all the time.

Getting up early isn’t always easy, even more since you decided to get up earlier than Chishiya. He’s a light sleeper, so you’re extra-cautious to leave bed without waking him up and carefully close the door behind you before you allow the huge yawn to come out. The plan is to go back to bed once you’re done here and sleep for a couple of hours more before you have to prepare for your own work.

Thanks to your preparations on the day before, the bento doesn’t take too long to make. You place the maki next to little cucumber hearts and use little pieces of nori to turn the onigiri into grinning panda bears relaxing in a pool of fried chicken with chives covering it all like tiny leaves on a pond. Because you have been told that one of the most important parts with making a bento is the love you arrange it with, and you definitely put all the love you feel for Chishiya into this tiny little box. It might look childish to him, pathetic even, but that’s fine. You make sure to place it on the counter and put his keys on top of it so he will know immediately it’s for him.

Chishiya definitely won’t have to buy a cheap and nasty bento today.

When you scramble back into the warm bed, the man next to you has just begun to shift and is close to waking up. With a smile on your face, you snuggle up next to him and soon fall back to sleep.

-

The bento box is the first thing you notice when you come home from work. It is carefully placed next to the sink, and what surprises you the most - it has already been cleaned. Chishiya doesn’t do the dishes. Never.

And he doesn’t talk about the bento, no ‘thank you’ or other words of appreciation. Not that you’d have expected any; the fact that he cleaned the box is more than enough for you. And despite the shift being stressful like usual, Chishiya seems more relaxed today. It could be a coincidence, but you like to think it has something to do with the bento you did for him.

You continue this for several days, always getting up early in the morning or staying up late in the evenings to prepare something for Chishiya, which is easier to do when he has to work late shift but still hard enough since he doesn’t sleep long in any case. Sometimes you switch the tuna maki with salmon or beef, sometimes it’s cat onigiri instead of pandas. The love you put into making the bento always stays the same, and you’d always find it next to the sink and already cleaned afterwards.

One morning, after you went to bed before Chishiya returned from his shift, you find the bento box not only cleaned but with a chocolate muffin placed on top, and what’s even more surprising: the coffee brewer has already been put on and is almost ready now that you’re awake. You turn around to the kitchen table, where Chishiya already sits and sips his tea while reading the newspapers. This is one of the rare days where he doesn’t have to work, which also means that you don’t have to prepare a bento.

“I assume you didn’t bake this one yourself?” you ask with a grin, and the man in question answers with a similar smirk. 

“You assumed right.” He flips a page, and you are about to ask further when he gives you the information himself. “It was a co-worker’s birthday. She brought them and said she didn’t want to take home a single one, so I took one for you too.”

That makes much more sense, of course. The muffin really looks delicious, with a soft chocolate core and white chips covering the top, and you sit down opposite to Chishiya as soon as your coffee is ready. Biting into the small cakelet, you hum in delight since it tastes even better than it looks. 

“Chishiya, this is wonderful!”

He shrugs, mostly unimpressed by the noises you make. “Told you it’s not from me.”

“But you thought about me when you took this home, and I appreciate that. And the coffee is great as well.” You reach for his hand and squeeze it, finally causing Chishiya to look you in the eye. 

His eyes are on top of the list of things you love the most when it comes to Chishiya. They’re not just a simple brown; you always find a profundity in them, and even after years of being in a relationship with this man, they are still able to hold mysteries sometimes. Although this morning, the words he speaks are an even greater surprise to you. 

“It’s little compared to... you know.”

The indirect mention of the bento-boxes makes your heart skip a beat. Is he actually thanking you for the daily effort? You know he loves them without a word from his side, thus it means so much more when he addresses it. “You mean the bentos?”

Chishiya nods and sips on his tea, but his eyes still rest on yours. 

“I’m glad you like them. Couldn’t let you eat those carton-flavored bentos all the time!” This makes both of you chuckle, and you focus on your phone to scroll through the most recent social media news. This has been more conversation than you usually have until high noon, since Chishiya really needs some silence in the morning and you appreciate it too now and then. All you hear for a couple of minutes is the sound of pages being flipped and you sipping the coffee. 

“I have never had something that good.”

Your head jolts up and for a moment you’re sure that it has been a sound coming from your phone, even more since Chishiya seems to be focused on the newspapers. But it definitely didn’t come from your phone, and you blink a few times until you can accept that Chishiya has actually said this. 

Once more you place your hand above his, and his fingers close around yours immediately. You will probably never hear it again, and Chishiya won’t repeat himself. But you have heard it, and that’s all what counts. 

He likes the bento-boxes you make for him. 

This alone is enough for you to keep doing it for the person you love the most. 

[husbandohunter]

May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

============================

Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

[txmefxll]

Battle City. Battle City. Why does that sound familliar? Like he should know it and yet it runs dry at the tip of his tongue, like he swallowed a ghost pepper and now the afterburning taste won't leave his lips. They feel dry as he tries to remember it, it's a fuzzy memory, one that he had hardly given thought. Wasn't battle city a big event that went somewhere private for the end? He can't recall the released details to the press, most the media was a bunch of details bloated to the extreme. A faint note of a hum rests in his throat as he finally takes a bite of the chicken yakisoba. It's not like anything he's had before that sure. Home-cooked meals were nothing new to him, having been practically raised on whatever was edible, yet he couldn't downplay Martha's cooking, anyone who did was just insane. Still, it was good. A dish more than likely lost to time but still would it be selfish to see if he couldn't divulge in some more of food like this. That being said, he's not quite sure how Battle City exactly ends. Yet he does know, it doesn't end pretty.

Still, the words Yugi aims at him all the same stir emotions in the depths of his chest, drawing the faintest curve of his lips as he nods in response. Of course, being truthful here was key and despite that he did chuckle ever slightly, since he had been able to view many of their battles due to having Rua and Ruka around. They always eagerly showed him the old footage of those history breaking duels. Especially of Yugi Muto and Seto Kaiba's. That being said he'd been in enough duels to begin to tell.

"Don't expect me to have any helpful 'tips' for the tournament. All I ever saw was some of the duels of your group and mainly of your duels again Kaiba. Though most of the footage wasn't exactly that reliable but atleast you don't have to worry about me spoiling anything. In truth I'm excited to see how the tournaments of today differ from the ones back home." Perhaps the food was going to get cold, maybe he should eat it before then but that also means not learning more valuable Intel that could help him in due time. Not to mention he's always had less of a stomach due to all the running around and forgetting at times. Plus he doesn't wanna be rude and be eating while the other is talking to him.

"Well, I don't think I'll be too out of touch. Adjusting to the summoning requirements and such will be more tricky, along with my spells cards and trap cards. However I've managed rougher duels in restricted limits. Though seeing cards now that aren't forbidden or banned to use will be fun as well. Means I get to go against a lot more challenging situations if I do get involved."

"Maybe I should enter, of course I'm not aiming for top place. But I would love to be able to duel strong opponents in a non risk situation." Shaking his head a bit as he tilts his head to the side ever slightly, as if almost a little bashful in revealing what he'd like to do. Definately trying to stay humble and not enter so things play out per usual. "I dunno what caused it but all my cards were changed to fit this time, so I don't have to worry about playing cards that the devices say aren't allowed. Though new cards are being made every day, won't be too hard to slip under the rug with that." He'd done it before, he'll do it again.

txmefxll​:

Well…everything Yugi was saying was practically confirming his own thoughts. Of course the way the other grants him a look when he mentioned there being an incident. He diverts his gaze just enough to not be suspicious and seeming more interested in trying to figure out more about the food, he’s not used to chopsticks or such, plain forks or spoons, the occasional steak knife or such. Getting things in satellite had been hard. His gratitude towards Martha only blossomed each day as he learned just how hard she’d worked to be able to offer the things she had to them and all the other orphans. While those times were definately dark? He couldn’t deny being very grateful for everything.

The incident. Finding out the truth behind the GHOST, he’d rushed after the criminal after they’d gone right off the duel track, through the glass. No normal person could have survived that, it wasn’t possible at times, yet crazy times people had survived such, safety measures and all. He can’t deny that he’d also wanted to get more information out of them, dead or alive. To his horror? Someone else was already looting the corpse, could he consider it that? When GHOST was revealed to be a machine, a duel bot apparently, security was being breached, the city’s very defense forces seemed to be being placed out of the way of so many things that didn’t add up. It truthfully disgusted him mostly. But yet when he’d confronted them and learned they were behind the GHOST, the last thing he had expected was to be attacked with a sword, rusty self defense had prevented him from being run through but it hadn’t saved his leg from being sliced like a hot knife through butter. He can still recall the screams of his name, the doctors swarming him, painful white rooms, he wants to grimace at the memories.

“….Just found a spot of trouble in my time is all. I’m- I’ll be fine. Got hurt but I’ll be okay, doctor said so themself.” Truth and communication was key, while he can be honest and say he was discharged on a ‘be careful’ notice, he couldn’t tell Yugi that right now. But he does pause when the words of a tournament crosses his hearing, slightly perking up at that. Tournaments. Great gatherings. Meeting other duelist. Would he even be able to duel? He should probably check, unclipping the box from his belt he pops it open and steels himself, gingerly pulling out Stardust’s car- royal blue hues widen in shock, the card’s changed. Everything. Like- it can’t possibly be- forgetting about the meal in favor of gazing at some of his other cards. A quick breath escapes him of surprise, before blinking a few times. The cards were changed…they fitted this time. As if he’d been here all along. That meant, that meant he was supposed to duel, at somepoint perhaps or to better fit in.

“I…yeah I-” Snapping back at the conversation he gives a quick nod. Returning the cards to the deck box and placing it aside for the moment. “Yeah I’d like that if you don’t mind.”

      He could tell that Yuusei’s got something on his mind. Well, he looks it on the regular. He is the taciturn, sagacious type. Yami is also reserved, so he found a little bit of himself in him. Through briefly knowing Yuusei in the past, Yami guessed that he’s a person who is admired for courage and noble qualities. Juudai was more open with sharing his thoughts and the most enthusiastic out of all. His conversations were buoyant and intended to be heard. At most, Yami has inner monologues when he’s analysing a situation. He wonders whether Yuusei is the same. What is his way of scrutinizing problems or even duel strategies?

      For a moment, Yami notices grandpa just coming across the hallway outside the kitchen and giving them a wave. And since the pharaoh is facing in direction to the door, he uses the chopsticks to pick up a little bit of the Chicken Yakisoba before eating it. And once Solomon notices that they’re eating he smiles and walks away. Yami is a bit distracted listening to Yuusei. While he can multi task, when something captivates his interest he wants to give his full attention. But frankly, the Chicken Yakisoba satisfies his taste buds that he takes just one more bite before pausing for a moment. And especially at the part where Yuusei mentions he got hurt. Now, usually Yami would suggest that he double checks it just in case but won’t force it. And he believes Yuusei can take care of himself. Either that or he’s too humble to ask for help. To which, now, the pharaoh is second-guessing the second option.

      “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to tell us. I trust that the doctor has the best judgement on the matter. Just know that it’s alright if you want to talk about something that may concern you.” He gives a nod in affirmation. Amethystine-violet hues shift to the card now in Yuusei’s hold. Yami notices the glisten in Yuusei’s gaze. A mild curious sensation overwhelms him.

      A smile grows on his face to Yuusei’s response. A day ago the pharaoh went on a supposed date with Anzu. Kaiba had announced the Battle City tournament. Yuugi and Yami have been preparing their deck for the upcoming challenges. It seems they can’t catch a break. Yuugi feels like it’s going to be even more fun now that Yuusei is with them. This also means that he can meet Jounouchi, Anzu, and Honda too.

      “I should introduce you to the old ways of Duel Monsters. But I’m sure you don’t need an overview since it’s probably simple for you. I assume the game has evolved far more in the future.” Duel Monsters is bound to change over time, becoming more advanced.

       “Maybe we should go over the Battle City rules to be sure.” He leans his cheek into his palm. Now he’s thinking about the sacrificing rule in order to bring a tougher monster. Actually, he wouldn’t be surprised if Yuusei is one step ahead already. Technically, he is since he’s coming from the future. Yami hums a light amused chuckle at the idea of it.

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T for language, implied cannibalism (because Vampires)

Warnings: Aforementioned implied cannibalism

Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate.

Notes: Features a cameo of sorts for my OC, Avaskian Caldwell. Not beta read.

Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants, 2: Uncertain Destinations

3: Eat Your Heart

“Well,” Bela says, only moderately sounding hostile, “I do believe that marks the end of our tour. Unless you would like to see the dungeons? Perhaps get a proper look at where you might end up, hmm?” Resisting the urge to roll your eyes is more difficult than you would have preferred. Somehow you manage, though, and reply in a relatively relaxed tone.

“I think I’ll have to pass. After all, I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, now would I?” You incline your head towards a nearby clock to emphasize your point. For a split second Bela seems surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping track of time at all. But the look vanishes as quickly as it came about, soon replaced with a calculating gaze, and she gives a short nod. “Is it safe to assume that you eat together, as a family?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a small look of confusion. “Mmm, sounds wonderful. It’s been far too long since I’ve shared a nice family meal.”

That certainly wasn’t what Bela had expected you to say.

“Oh? I do hope that you can stomach the sight of blood, then. Otherwise it might not feel so nice,” she replies, after a slight pause. Her earlier confidence had returned, further bolstered by the resulting giggles from her sisters. They were a chaotic bunch. Regardless, Bela soon takes your wrist in her hand, pulling you towards the dining room, grip only tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable. Both of her siblings followed closely behind, occasionally whispering unintelligible jokes to one another. One in particular leaves Daniela pausing in the hallway, hunched over laughing, with an unnerving edge of something else you couldn’t quite place. A backwards glance in her direction leads you to make eye contact with Cassandra, who gives you a knowing smirk. Deciding that you didn’t want to know what she had said, you turned back towards Bela, and stayed facing that way until you reached the dining hall.

Inside, Alcina was already sitting at the head of the table, in a chair that would have seemed a throne to anyone else. On either side of her are two more seats, far less ornate than her own. For a moment the sisters and you hesitate in the entranceway. Evidently they weren’t accustomed to this particular arrangement, unsure where to sit. It’s not until Bela clears her throat that Alcina speaks up.

“On my left, dear,” she says, eying her eldest daughter, before turning to you. “You may sit to my right. I trust that you’ll find this agreeable?” Well, you weren’t exactly about to argue with her, so yes, you found it agreeable. Even if it meant sitting across from the more ‘direct’ member of your opposition. Though perhaps ‘judge’ and/or ‘jury’ was a better word for the Dimitrescu daughters. Regardless, you were going to have to sit with them, and in the end it hardly mattered who was where. As such, you semi-awkwardly made your way to your seat, hoping that you’d eventually feel less out of place. Soon enough Cassandra takes the spot next to you, giving you a concerning smirk as she does. What did she have planned? Before you can even contemplate her intentions, her mother is talking again, drawing both of your attention towards herself. “Splendid. I’m glad to see that you’re already finding your place here.”

It’s not hard, you think, when you’re directing my every step. Despite your biting internal commentary, you do not speak out loud, merely giving a polite smile and nod. Across from you, Bela gives her mother an affectionate expression before fixing you with a subtle disapproving look. Taking some small comfort in the fact that she wasn’t being openly hostile, you forced yourself to keep smiling, meeting her gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. Within moments both of you have your attention drawn elsewhere, thankfully, as servants begin carrying in various food platters. Most of the dishes appeared to be perfectly normal. But looks could be deceiving, and you knew that at least a handful had to contain less “traditional” ingredients. They remembered to cook something normal for me, right?

Soon enough your fears are somewhat alleviated, as one of the servants places an already filled plate in front of you. Admittedly you don’t recognize xer, despite xer oddly silver hair, or the red bandana xe wore. Something told you that xe wasn’t just another maiden, however, especially with the way xe brazenly made eye contact with each of the Dimitrescus. Before you could inquire about xer, you’re distracted by the arrival of Juniper, who instantly smiles when she sees you. In her arms she carries the last two side dishes and several empty plates, which the unknown servant gently takes from her. Together the two of them set the final items into place. Wordlessly, the grey-haired person removes a notebook from xer back pocket, handing it to Juniper with the barest sliver of a smile. Clearly having done this more than once, she accepts it readily, opening it to a bookmarked page.

“My Ladies, and our dearest, most esteemed guest, I present to you another fine selection of traditional Romanian dishes, for your sincere enjoyment. Today we will be drinking one of our more popular styles of wine, known as Febris Amatoria, meaning ‘fever of love’ in Latin,” she reads, only somewhat shakily. Next to her, the stranger inclines xer head to your employers, then does the same to you. At this point you have to assume that xe doesn’t speak, and that Juniper was serving as a translator of sorts. “Due to the unexpected nature of our guest, the dishes are not clearly marked in regards to their ingredients. You have my- as in Mx Caldwell- assurance that this will be handled by the next standard mealtime, where the shared dishes will be color coded. In the meantime, I- again, Mx Caldwell- will remain here, in order to prevent any… unintentional ingestion of human remains.” Gulping, Juniper returns the notebook to the stranger (Caldwell, apparently), then exits the room alongside the other servants.

“Isn’t Febris Amatoria also another name for a type of anemia?” Bela asks, slowly swirling the contents of her glass as she does. Caldwell, who had moved to stand several feet behind Alcina, gives a nod in response, and appears mildly amused.

“A clever allusion to our family’s nature, isn’t it? I know Daniela has certainly drained a number of ‘lovers’ over the years, perhaps causing a case or two,” Cassandra teases, much to her younger sister’s irritation. Personally you were surprised that she was willing to admit such a thing in front of her mother. Unless you were reading too much into the word ‘lovers’, due to the rumors you had heard regarding Lady Daniela. Nonetheless, the Lady in question is aggravated enough to sit up, looking ready to lunge across the table at Cassandra. As soon as Daniela moves (with frightening speed), her sister easily catches her wrist, using her other hand to wave a finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah, Dani, we have a guest. Do try to behave yourself.”

“Oh, because you’re the epitome of table manners? I’m amazed you haven’t already managed to spill wine all over your dress,” Daniela counters, before ripping her arm away from Cassandra. They both huff, but are quick to quiet down when their mother sends them a look. “Dinner looks delectable, as usual, Ava,” Daniela continues, after clearing her throat, accentuating the end of her sentence with a gesture of her wine glass. Then she takes a long drink from it, perhaps thinking that a little intoxication might make the evening easier to get through. Deciding that maybe she had the right idea, you take a sip from your own glass, relishing the subtle hint of lavender.

In the minutes that follow, things slide into easy comfort. Caldwell once more moves closer to the table, helping pass along side-dishes from person to person, quietly pointing out which ones you could safely consume, occasionally chuckling in response to the jokes that the daughters shared. A strange warmth built itself up within the center of your chest, heart yearning for age-old memories of your own family. Three months had passed since the last time you felt this way. Really, it felt so much like family that you didn’t catch the way Cassandra’s lips twitched into a smirk, or the way she met Bela’s gaze, or the way she pushed a dish just a tad further towards you than necessary. All it had taken was a single second of your gaze turned elsewhere… then you were reaching for the castle’s special variety of forbidden fruit.

“Ayye, nyet, nyet!” Caldwell snaps, voice oddly strained, hand wrapping around your wrist in an instant. All eyes are on you now, though Alcina’s soon flicker over to the servant. “Cass. Bad girl,” xe continues, going so far as to shake xer finger disapprovingly. Understandably, you’re rather shocked to see a butler be so bold with someone so dangerous. Even more shocking is the way that Cassandra backs down without a hint of a fight, refusing to meet her mother’s steely gaze, not even pretending that she hadn’t attempted to trick you. Satisfied with this outcome, Caldwell wordlessly fades back into the background.

Although you had almost committed an unwilling act of cannibalism, you managed to slowly relax again, content to listen in on (but not participate in) the conversations around you. ‘Twas somewhat awkward, admittedly, to be the odd one out in a family so close. Yet a part of you had gained a new sense of hope by meeting Caldwell. After all, if a human such as xerself could become so close as to chastise Cassandra of all people, why couldn’t you?

---------------------------

“Once again, I would like to… apologize, on behalf of my daughters,” Alcina says, rather softly, still keeping a gentle hand on your back to guide you along. “I must admit, I do not wish to dwell on what might have happened if not for Avaskian.”

“Believe it or not, I think I actually understand where they’re coming from. Though, of course, I am also grateful for Caldwell’s intervention. But really… your family has been together for several decades now, right? Any addition is guaranteed to stir things up,” you respond with a shrug. “Besides, I’m more than aware that I don’t exactly stand at the same level as your other romantic interest.” Suddenly both of you are halting in the middle of the hallway, unable to meet each other’s gaze, regret rumbling like butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t intended to bring up your soulmate’s somewhat obvious affections for Mother Miranda.

“Hmm. So you are… aware of that,” Alcina murmurs, finally turning her head to look down at you. There’s no small amount of pain in her eyes, though you can tell she’s holding as much of it in as possible. “I would prefer it if we did not speak of this. I do hope you have no qualms with that.” For once, there is no hint of force or commanding edge to her tone. For once, she is letting you act as an equal, the first step towards actually accepting your role as her soulmate. It’s enough to make the corners of your lips turn up, if only for a moment.

“Alcina… I understand. I merely want to say that it won’t affect how I feel, or how I act. Love is a blessing, even when it ends in pain. I… have loved before. People whom I will never see again, people who never felt the same way, and maybe people who I really only thought that I loved. I’m trying to think of those experiences as lessons. Situations that taught me something about myself, or about what love is, that I can keep in mind and use going forward. Just as I promised to your daughters, I will try to love you. I will give you an honest chance, regardless of our past circumstances. Because we’re soulmates. Because this is the world offering us a shot at something amazing, and I’m not about to give that up,” you explain, placing one of your hands in Alcina’s. For a moment there’s silence, but you see both surprise and happiness in her expression. Still, there’s a hint of tension remaining in the air, so you do your best to dispel it. “Also your daughters threatened to kill me if I didn’t, and I’d hate to perish before lasting a full year here. I heard a rumor that one of the senior staff members makes cards to celebrate.”

Next thing you know, you’re hearing a beautiful sound, a light, genuine laugh from Alcina, who all at once releases the tension in her shoulders.

“Yes, I do believe Ava, or Caldwell as you said, still makes those. Always with strange little drawings of felines…” She trails off, voice fading into another chuckle, before at last resuming her walk, never letting go of your hand. “As much as I have enjoyed our chat, I do believe it is about time that I retire for the night. We will see each other once more in the morning. For now, I bid you goodnight. Sleep well, my dear.” With that, the two of you arrive at the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you find just enough courage to bring her hand to your lips, for a brief kiss.

“Goodnight, Lady Alcina. May your dreams be as sweet as your company.”

[i-need-entertainment]

Haikyuu!! Boys getting stuck places and having to ask you for help

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna

**Today has been pretty bad, but my sister, @foodacoochie gave me this idea and it made me giggle and inspired🥺🥺 thanks dude💙**

Warnings: Drugs in Washio’s but they’re for a surgery and being used responsibly and for pain, just the boys getting stuck and not being able to get out of places/things lol

Akaashi Keiji:

Akaashi had been over at your house, you guys were ‘chilling’ and what not, just wasting the Saturday away.

Your family had recently done some renovations on your house, and one of those renovations was changing all of the door nobs.

Your mom had called you downstairs to come talk to your grandmother on the phone.

You knew that you’d be on the phone for a while, so you told Akaashi to do whatever until you got back. You had been gone for 5 minutes when Akaashi needed to use the bathroom.

Luckily, you had one connected to your room!

He walked in the door, shutting it behind him before he froze at the small ‘click’ he heard.

Whipping around he immediately tried the door nob, only to groan when he realized it was locked.

From the outside.

You see, you had insisted on putting the door nob on yourself, but when you did so, you had managed to put the lock on the wrong side of the door.

And when you showed him what you did, he could distinctly remember you locking the *then open* door.

So as soon as he shut it, it locked.

He sighed as he shook his head. He had also distinctly remembered you telling him it would be at the very least 30 minutes before your grandmother would let you go, so he was going to be here awhile.

He did his business then sat on the edge of the bathtub, sitting and waiting until you came back upstairs.

When you came back up to your bedroom, you were surprised to not see Akaashi sitting on your bed where you had left him. 

You softly called his name before hearing him sigh and a defeated sounding ‘in here’ from your bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow before trying the door nob, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realized you had locked the door.

Unable to hold in your giggles, you unlocked the door, almost snorting at the deadpan look your boyfriend gave you.

Washio Tatsuki: 

**he may seem out of character, but it’s because he just got his wisdom teeth out, and as someone who has recently had that done, I know that for some people their personalities do a 180 switch**

Washio had just had his wisdom teeth removed.

At first his mom was going to take him home, but she had to go into work, so you offered to take care of him and take him home from his surgery.

When they walked Washio out into the waiting room, you hurriedly walked over to him, because as soon as the nurses let him go, he started to go down. Giggling when you struggled to hold him up.

Now, keep in mind, Washio is a big guy. He’s 6′2 with a broad build and lots of muscle, so he’s not exactly light.

Seeing as he had just had a major surgery, he was very doped up on drugs, and seeing Washio drugged up was nothing short of hilarious.

He was very clingy and very giggly, laughing at anything he found remotely amusing. A night and day difference from his usually calm and stoic demeanor. 

After you somehow managed to get him in the car, you began to drive him back to his house.

You got to his house and pulled into the drive way.

Before you could help him out of the car, you had to make sure he had a clear path to the couch where he would be sitting.

You had left the keys in the ignition and the air conditioning on because it was a hot day, and let’s face it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Walking back out to the car you went to open his door, only for the handle not to budge.

Your brows furrowed as you tried to open it, looking to the inside of the door only to see all of the doors locked.

...uh oh..

You knocked on the glass, gaining the attention of a very drowsy looking Washio who just lazily waved when he saw you.

You, who had no way to actually get to him, started frantically pointing to the unlock button, him looking at you like you had grown 3 heads.

He finally tried the door handle, only to find it didn’t open.

You could faintly make out the words ‘i’m stuck’, when he realized he was ‘stuck in the car’.

You watched as he grew more and more frustrated with the door not opening.

You were pointing to the unlock button, him then pressing every button except for the unlock button.

Thankfully, he pressed the window button, rolling it down so you could reach your hand in and unlock the door, finally being able to help him inside.

Konoha Akinori:

Not everyone knows this about your boyfriend, but he is very competitive.

He just so happens to have a younger sister, who is also very competitive.

On this particular day you had been over at his house, his sister had been in the living room with you guys when a movie about dancing or whatever came on.

Konoha jokingly scoffed when the ballerina did the splits, stating that “I could do that” while you rolled your eyes, but his sister laughed, “Yeah okay boomer.” 

Glaring Konoha turned towards his sister, who simply narrowed her eyes back at him, “What was that?” She stood her ground, you nervously watching from the sidelines.

“Boomer, and I stand by it. You have the flexibility of an 80 year old man.” He narrowed his eyes at her before he laughed, standing up and walking to the middle of the floor.

Without any warning he, albeit slowly, fell into the splits, cringing when he got like 5 inches away, entire body shaking.

“s-see?” His sister was laughing as he stayed there, high pitched sounds of pain escaping him.

He, finding himself unable to stand or move for that matter, continued to suffer, heavily contemplating every decision he had ever made.

“y/N, hELp”

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita was very responsible, so you never had to worry about him getting himself into silly situations he couldn’t get himself out of.

But, everyone has their moments.

You and Kita were spending the day with his grandmother!

You guys had gone through old photo books, and made some desserts, now she wanted to teach you and Kita how to finger knit!

It seemed easy enough, and in no time you had gotten the hang of it and were on your way.

Kita however, was having a little more trouble.

He had gotten how to wrap it around his fingers and how to pull it but...

Somewhere along with way, he messed up.

And he messed up bad.

He didn’t really know how it happened, but before he was aware of it his fingers were caught in a tangled web of yarn, somehow he managed to knot both of his hands together, eye brows furrowed as he looked down to his hands.

You held in your laughter when you saw him, hopelessly caught in strings, as he tried to figure out how to get out of them.

It took 20 minutes and both you and granny to release him from his self-made prison.

He stuck to a different activity after that.

Suna Rintaro:

You had a big project coming up, but your boyfriend did not, and wanted to hang out with you.

You, who also wanted to hang out with him, let him as long as he let you work.

He promised he would cause no such distraction and be like a fly on the wall.

That doesn’t mean you believed him, but it was nice he made an effort.

Anyway, after just under an hour he got bored just scrolling through instagram.

So, he got up from his position on your bed and sauntered over to your vanity where he sat.

You didn’t pay him much mind, he was 16 so it’s not like you had to babysit him.

Er- you shouldn’t have to babysit him.

Fiddling around with the things on your desk, he stumbled across the small dish you kept your rings in.

There was one ring in particular that really stuck out to him.

It had a silver band and a dark blue gem, it was really pretty. He remembered you saying you didn’t wear it often, but he couldn’t remember why so he just shrugged and slipped it on his left middle finger.

He had been holding his hand up, looking at it, cause it really was a pretty ring.

All was fine, all was nice, until he tried to remove the ring. Then, some problems were presented.

The most prevalent of those problems being the ring was stuck, like really stuck.

And the second being he remembered why you didn’t wear the ring a lot, it was a size too small, for you.

So it was much too small for him.

Claiming defeat he called your name, defeatedly holding up his hand, and cringing as you called his name.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

The team had finished practice and were fooling around in the locker room, making stupid bets and doing stupid things

Underestimating just how competitive (and curious) their captain was, Tendo and Yamagata bet 25 dollars Ushijima couldn’t get into a locker, Kawanishi and Shirabu each bet 35 dollars saying he could, and Reon bet 45 saying he would get stuck.

Being genuinely curious what would happen, and being heavily encouraged by his teammates, Semi found an empty locker, rigging it open before ushering the ace in.

It was quite small, and not a comfortable experience at all, but he was also never one to turn down a challenge.

So after some major manipulation and hitting his head, he got fully into the locker.

Tendo and Yamagata forked over their 25 dollars, imploring Reon to do the same before Reon shook his head.

“Let’s see if he can get out before I pay my money.”

All eyes were back on the ace, whose eye brows were furrowed in...concern.

He was stuck.

Bad.

Not wanting to face the wrath of the demon coach, they called the next best candidate to deal with this kind of situation, Ushijima’s girlfriend, you.

Your jaw dropped when Semi told you that your boyfriend was stuck in a locker because...hOw?!?!

Reon made a lot of money that day~

Yahaba Shigeru:

He had been over at your house and the two of you were taking a nap in your bed.

You had both since woken up, and were now on your phones.

You, still very sleepy, weren’t paying attention and before you or Yahaba could stop it your phone had slipped down the crack between your bed and the wall.

You groaned as you dragged your hand down your face, Yahaba, being the wonderful boyfriend he is, offered to get it for you.

He laid on his side as you used his phone to shine the flashlight down the side of your bed.

He stuck his arm down, but it was just barely too short.

Without realizing it he had slipped to the very small edge of the bed, inevitably slipping off only to be caught between the wall and your bed.

He groaned as he felt like he had been stuck to a wooden plank, unable to move any parts of his body.

You felt terrible, seeing as he had offered to get your phone for you and had proceeded to get himself stuck.

You grabbed his arm and shifted yourself to the opposite side of your bed, and after lots of tugging and sounds of pain from your boyfriend, you were able to roll him back onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he waved your phone in the air, a dorky smile on his lips as he had, despite being put in a very uncomfortable situation, managed to get your phone.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Hanamaki had bought this bag of ‘tricks’ from the dollar store, for fun and what not.

One of the things that had been in there was a Chinese finger trap.

He brought a few of the things into his bag, hoping to trick at least one of the members.

But most of all he wanted to trick Iwaizumi, if nothing else he thought it would be funny.

So, when the Seijoh 3rd years met for lunch in the club room, and you, Iwiazumi’s girlfriend had of course joined them, he decided then was the perfect time to try.

“Yo, Iwaizumi! C’mere!” Iwaizumi, recognizing the teasing tone in Hanamaki’s voice, was instantly on guard, expecting something crazy to be suggested.

“What?” Hanamaki smiled, pulling the finger trap out of his bag, Iwaizumi looked at it, raising an eyebrow at the wing spiker.

“I heard no one has ever been able to put two fingers in this at the same time without getting trapped.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, grabbing the trap from Hanamaki and mindlessly stuck on finger in each end of the trap.

Just a few seconds prior, you had looked over Hanamaki’s shoulder, recognizing the trap, but before you could warn your dear boyfriend, he had already stuck his fingers in the trap, and pulled it, tight.

“Hajime...do you know what that is?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing when he tried to pull his fingers out, only to have the trap get tighter. 

“Hajime, it’s a Chinese finger trap!!” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened before he turned his head to glare at Hanamaki, curses ready on his tongue as Hanamaki and Matsukawa just about died of laughter, Kunimi snickering in the background.

It took 4 people and approximately 7 minutes to free him from the trap.

Futakuchi Kenji: **in tribute to my dear sister who locked herself out of her bathroom today🥰**

You and Futakuchi had gone to the beach with your family for the weekend, and the two of you were relaxing on the beach.

The beach had these lounge chairs, the ones that fold?

Well, you and Futakuchi were getting everything set up, he had just finished setting up the umbrella and you had laid out a large towel and set the bags down.

You guys both sat down and enjoyed the warm sun, and relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

About an hour later, Futakuchi decided he wanted a drink, and after asking what you wanted he left on his way.

Unknown to him, these chairs were really tricky.

They were good chairs and really comfortable, but you had to be careful how you sat in them.

After about 10 minutes he returned with the drinks, setting them down on the small cooler.

He went to sit on the lounge chair, expect that he more like flopped onto it, and before he could react the thing had snapped in two, you sitting up after hearing your boyfriend yelp.

You turned your head to see your boyfriend, squished in half by the lounge chair, with no signs of being freed.

After recruiting the help of your dad and a few kind passerby's, you were eventually able to free him of the lounge chair...

but that was after you took a picture and sent it to Aone.

Daishou Suguru:

You and Daishou had been on a date, nothing too fancy, just strolling around the city and what not.

You were just talking about random things when your eye spotted an empty park nearby.

You smirked as you nodded towards it, dragging your boyfriend towards it, you knew he couldn’t resist you if he tried.

You two were just fooling around, him chasing you around and you evading him like you both were 5 and it was ‘boys vs girls’ tag.

You had ran away from him when you spotted the set of toddler swings, y’know, those ones with the leg holes?

Yeah, those ones~

Anyway, you decided not to get in one because ✨danger✨

But your boyfriend took that as a challenge.

Without warning he grabbed the chains and jumped, sliding his legs through the very small holes and sinking into the seat.

You slapped his arm as you laughed, hand on your hip as you judgmentally looked at him.

“You’re gonna get stuck, there’s no way you’re getting out of that by yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, smirk still present on his face as he started to slowly swing back and forth.

You shook your head, shifting your weight to one leg as your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Okay then, now try to get out.”

He rolled his eyes at your tone, grabbing the chains as he tried to pull himself up.

Only to bring the seat with him.

Your eyes widened as it set in, his smirk disappearing and his own eyes widening when he realized it as well.

He was stuck.

And at that moment, some of the Nekoma boys volleyball team members just happened to be passing by.

Kuroo’s laugh rang throughout the park as you desperately tried to free your boyfriend.

Numai Kazuma:

You and Numai were hanging out at your house, it was Halloween night and you guys were just gonna chill out and watch some movies and eat candy.

But before that, you guys were going to take your younger brother out trick or treating!

Your little brother decided he wanted to be a cowboy, and his outfit came with a pair of plastic handcuffs.

You were helping your little brother get his costume on while Numai messed around with the handcuffs.

He had latched one side onto the table leg, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he fiddled with the cuffs.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but without thinking he latched the empty side of the handcuffs onto his wrist, tightly onto his wrist.

He didn’t think much of it, until it sunk in.

Had he really just done that??

You were fixing your brother’s costume when you heard your boyfriend call your name.

“Uh, Y/n?” You hummed, continuing to work on his costume.

“Where’s the key to the handcuffs?” 

“Oh, they got thrown away with the package, that’s why I set them..over...there..Kazuma.”

You turned around to see him nervously smiling while his hand was indeed handcuffed to the coffee table.

You blanched as you remembered the trash had already been taken out, so they key was gone.

Glaring at your boyfriend you sighed, shaking your head before you started to laugh, hiding your mouth as you continued to laugh at his misfortune.

Eventually you did help him.

It took 3 tries and 4 different tools, but with the help of your dad you were able to get his wrist free of the handcuffs.

Iizuna Tsukasa:

Iizuna has 2 sisters.

1 older sister, and 1 younger sister (ayyyee middle children let’s go-)

You just so happened to be very good friends with your boyfriends sisters, and you guys often had a lot of fun together~

One of the wats you guys had fun was messing with your boyfriend.

Todays scheme: Dress Tsukasa up as a girl. Simply because you could.

And seeing as he lost a bet to you the other day, he couldn’t refuse it.

Luckily, his older sister had a dress she accidentally ordered in a size too big, it would still be snug on him, but it would do the job.

His older sister did his make up, you worked on his outfit as the youngest fixed his hair, him sitting through the whole ordeal trying not to take away too much trauma from it.

Leaving the room so he could change, you all patiently waited as he got changed into the dress, laughing at the pained noises he made as he slipped on the dress and shoes.

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, heels way too small and dress uncomfortably tight.

You all snapped the pictures you needed and he sacrificed what was left of his dignity.

Waving off you three, he hobbled back into his room, kicking off the heels and attempting to pull the dress over his head.

I say attempting because as he tried to move his arms to grab it he made a very disturbing realization.

He couldn’t grab the hem of the dress...

he couldn’t even reach behind him.

He was stuck.

And the only ‘help’ he had was his sisters and his girlfriend. 

[mello-jello]

hi jello!! what about post timeskip levihan? commander hanji is working very hard and rarely, rarely sleeps (let alone eats and bathes properly. its worse than before now though.).

what if one time levi discovers hanji passed tf out due to sheer exhaustion in the most weird and random of places. he doesn’t want to wake them up bc hanji def needs the rest so he carries/tucks her into bed.🥺❤️

JAZZY thank you for the prompt! I kind of combined it with this one too:

Thank you, Anon!

Preview:

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

It had been 3 years since Shiganshina. Levi climbed into the carriage and sat across from Hange, who was still reading through her notes from the long and grueling meeting that lasted for the better part of the day. All the highest ranking military officials had been called to the capital to discuss Paradis’s best course of action. Queen historia was there, along with her staff, advisors, and of course Zackley. Levi had been to plenty of these meetings before, but this time was different in a bit of a distressing way.

Over the years, Levi had watched Erwin defend the scouts countless times. From questionable means of gathering information, to explaining away hundreds of lives lost, he always had an answer for everything and he always managed to leave with a favourable image. It was something Levi truly admired and even envied about Erwin.

But now he had been watching Hange flounder. She has indeed improved over the last 3 years, but she still doubts herself and while it might not be known to those around her, Levi can’t help but feel sympathetic to her situation. Today however, the other officials had been particularly ruthless.

“Take a break, Hange,” Levi ordered. Hange just sighed. Then her stomach growled. “Have you eaten today?”

“Uuuuuuuhhh,” Hange mused as she genuinely struggled to remember.

“Tch, there’s your answer,” Levi crossed his arms. The rest of the officials had a big dinner scheduled for tonight, but of course the Survey Corps got shafted and had to leave early in order to prepare. Hange met his eyes again with an exhausted look he was all too familiar with.

“How have you been sleeping?”

“Not great,” she admitted. Levi’s stomach sank. He had dealt with his own insomnia his whole life, but it seems worse on Hange. Perhaps it was the stark contrast from her former bubbly and loud personality. Hange pinched the bridge of her nose and let out another long sigh. Levi couldn’t help feeling inadequate and helpless. He rarely got himself to sleep, how could he help Hange?

Levi looked out the window at the setting sun when he got an idea. He realized what Hange had been neglecting while trying to be a good commander. Something that wasn’t just eating and sleeping. Something that was unique to Hange.

“Hange, there’s one more thing you need to do before we leave.”

Hange raised an eyebrow.

Levi told the driver to wait for them and escorted Hange to the dining hall.

“Levi, we were technically invited, but I don’t think showing up for food after we already said goodbye is a very good look for us,” Hange practically whispered.

Levi opened the doors and they were greeted with a sweet aroma of bread, appetizers, and whatever was going to be the main dish. Hange’s mouth watered. The long elegant table was decorated with ornate candles, beautiful china, crystal glasses, and there were 4 sets of cutlery for each place setting.

“Relax, they won’t be here just yet. They will all be busy getting dressed for dinner.”

Hange grabbed a bread roll and took a huge bite, not bothering to chew before she commented, “I never understood ‘dressing for dinner’ ugh. What’s the point?”

Levi was about to make a half hearted comment about how Hange could never fit in with “civilized” society, but he stopped himself when he saw she was eating and was a little bit more relaxed. He found a small plate of savoury looking appetizers and handed it to her. She immediately took one.

“MMM, Levi!” she exclaimed, pointing at the plate. She popped another in her mouth before saying, “you gotta try these!”

Levi put up a hand and said, “you enjoy.”

Hange enthusiastically cleared the whole platter in less than a minute, and Levi was watching her, endeared at the behaviour. He had missed this side of her. Despite how gross it was, there was a glimpse of the carefree Hange he once knew. A small hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Then Hange belched.

“Disgusting,” Levi waved the air in front of his nose.

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

Hange’s one eye widened as she processed what Levi was saying.

“C’mon, you need to blow off some steam. They were total assholes to you today, and for what? You didn’t know the exact amount of your food budget? And yet,” Levi gestured to the banquet. He then picked up a delicate looking wine glass. He held his arm outstretched, and loosened his grip, letting it crash to the ground. “Oops.”

A mischievous smile stretched across Hange’s lips. “Oops,” she mimicked Levi and let the empty platter fall to the floor, breaking into dozens of pieces. She slowly started to lap around the long luxurious set up, like a predator admiring her prey before pouncing.

“Right? And Nile, ugh, what a hypocrite! Giving me shit for not knowing about that small thing, belittling me in front of everyone,” Hange snapped a salad plate against the edge of the table. “It wasn’t too long ago when he would have been the first to admit he had no idea what the first interior squad were up to! We had to find out for ourselves. Erwin was almost hanged!” Hange kicked a chair over on its side.

“Yeah, fuck Nile,” Levi egged her on. He took a seat at the head of the table and started sipping from one of the water glasses.

“Is this his spot?”

Levi shrugged but Hange was already pouring out a glass of wine all over the white seat, staining it a deep crimson. Levi hid his delight behind another sip.

“And did you catch what he said at the end? ‘Some of us have wives to get home to’”, she imitated in a mocking tone as she casually pushed a platter of dumplings off the table. “Yeah, run home, Nile. Run home to Erwin’s SLOPPY SECONDS!”

Levi blew water out of his nose, and before he could react, Hange reached under the short side of the table and flipped it over, sending its contents hurtling across the room. Hange was elated at the result, laughing almost maniacally.

“Idiot,” Levi hissed, grabbing Hange’s wrist and leading her out the side door. He heard footsteps, and so he instinctively dove into nearby shrubbery, taking Hange down with him.

They hid in the bushes for minutes, Levi pressing his hand to suppress Hange’s uncontrollable laughter. It had been so long since she’d laughed like this. It was infectious and Levi might have actually laughed himself, were it not for the fear of getting caught. He had no problem telling the MPs where to shove it, but he didn’t want Hange to get in trouble. Her whole body was convulsing, and it was rattling the leaves around her. Levi used all his body weight to stop her jerky movements.

After about another minute of total silence, Hange tapped Levi’s arm, signalling to let go. He was hesitant, but he obliged. Hange drew a couple deep breaths, fanning herself, trying to calm down from laughing so hard. Levi was transfixed by the way the moonlight danced on her tear-stained face. They stared at each other for a moment before Hange snickered once more, causing Levi to cover her mouth yet again. “You’re impossible,” he said, pushing her head back down.

Once the coast was clear, they ran back to their carriage, hand in hand. Partly because Levi wanted Hange to keep up, and partly because it felt nice to hold her hand. They ducked their heads until they were off of the main roads. A few minutes later, Hange started giggling again.

“What?” Levi asked.

Hange bit her lip playfully as she reached into her coat and pulled out a bottle of expensive wine she must have swiped from the banquet.

Levi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help his smile. She looked like a child that just got away with stealing more dessert. She looked joyful for the first time in a long time. She yanked out the cork and took a swig before offering the bottle to Levi. He graciously accepted and tasted the wine for himself. It was too sweet for his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was spectacular.

“That’s nice,” he commented.

“Pfft! It tastes the same as the cheap stuff!” Hange scoffed as she took the bottle back. Any other time, Levi would have teased her and started an argument, but not today. He wanted to cherish this moment. He leaned over to look at the stars through his window. Not a bad ending to an otherwise terrible day.

After Shiganshina, he and Hange had lost so much. Their comrades, friends; life as they knew it had completely changed and they barely had a moment’s breather to come to grips with it all. Levi was unfortunately accustomed to it, but Hange wasn’t. Hange had been so strong through all of this and Levi wanted to find the right words to tell her. Maybe it was the exhaustion they both felt; maybe it was the close proximity, but for some reason, somehow, Levi felt a tiny bit of courage surge through his veins.

“Hey, Hange, I-”

When he turned to look at her, she was fast asleep, neck crooked as she cradled the bottle of wine. Levi smiled at her. She looked peaceful, like she was getting quality sleep. He took the bottle from her arms and gently maneuvered her to a more comfortable, lying down position. He removed his jacket and draped it over her, as a make-shift blanket.

“Goodnight, Four-Eyes,” he mumbled to himself and returned to his seat. Hange slept the whole way home. When they finally arrived in the southern barracks, Levi couldn’t bring himself to wake her up. He quickly ran their luggage up to their rooms, and came back for Hange.

Being as gentle as he could, he scooped up the commander and ignored the curious look he got from the carriage driver. She was taller than him, and her long limbs made the trek a little difficult, but he was determined. Her steady breaths tickled the skin of his neck.

He carried her up the winding staircase and into her quarters. He lowered her on the bed, careful not to go too fast. He cradled her head for a split second longer than he needed too. He took off her long boots one at a time, placing them silently on the floor at the end of the bed. He undid the top two buttons of her jacket and shirt, just for comfort. Then he pulled the blanket up to her chin, and tucked around the sides.

Finally, he removed her glasses and eyepatch, caressing the tender skin underneath. Placing them on her night stand, he got up to leave. The door hinge creaked as he opened it, and Hange stirred.

“Mmm Levi?” She called out.

Levi wasn’t sure if she was actually awake, or if she was sleep-talking. He was still deciding whether he should answer when she continued, “Thank you, Levi. For everything.”

“You too, Hange,” he spoke just above a whisper, as he closed her door.

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Blacklisted

"Blacklisted…" Marinette whispered her face blank as she stared at Chloe's worried face. "Adrien and Lila had Gabriel blacklist me." Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she choked back sobs, she covered her face with her hands. Chloe moved quickly pulling her shaking friend into her arms. "What am I going to do Chloe? Fashion was my future-and-and they ruined it for me. Four years of college all for nothing." Marinette sobbed into Chloe's shoulder as both girls sank to the ground.

"I don't know Marinette, I really don't know." Chloe said quietly she pulled back and pulled a handkerchief out of her bag. She brushed it across Marinette's cheeks wiping away the tears. "My mother confronted him and he refused to unblacklist you. It ended in a screaming match and mother declaring that Bourgeois would never associate with them again. Mother has been trying to counter the blacklist but Agreste has gotten too far already Mari." Marinette sniffled nodding as Tikki and Pollen flew over to their holders tentatively, the other Kwami remained near Pollen's little mansion.

"There is nothing that can be done? There has to be something!" Tikki said with anger clear in her voice. Marinette gave her a sad smile holding out her hand for Tikki to sit in it. Pollen landed in Chloe's open hand curling her arms around Chloe's thumb.

"No Tikki there is nothing we can do. We just have to move on." Marinette said they could all hear the anguish in her voice. She took a deep breath stopping herself from crying. "Plagg," she called softly , causing the Kwami to fly over. "normally I wouldn't allow this, but I think Gabriel has a streak of bad luck coming don't you?" Plagg was silent before her let out a loud cackle flying around Marinette's head.

"Oh kid, you're my favorite Ladybug for sure! What do you say Tikki, want to take away his creativity?" Tikki frowned part of her wanted to join in, but part of her pointed out that she should be the better person. "Come on Sugar Cube, I know you want to get payback for your chosen." Plagg said softly, smirking more when Tikki sighed and nodded. 

"But only once." She said looking at him with her own glare.

"It's funny," Audrey commented during dinner, she looked up with a smirk. "ever since Gabriel made the mistake of blacklisting you six months ago his designs have really dropped." She let out a laugh before taking a sip of her wine. "On top of that he has not only lost workers, but I heard there is a scandal going on with his son and the model of his!" Chloe snorted at that shaking her head, she took a bite of her steak. She glanced over at Marinette sending her a gentle smile, Marinette returned it before turning back to Audrey. "Mari dear, have you decided on what you want to do? I told you once I have absolutely no problem with you remaining here. On top of that I am more than willing to help you sell your designs under the acronym MDC like you've been doing with Jagged." Marinette glanced down at her food before looking up with a small smile.

"I am going to keep designing for Jagged and Clara. However I will not for others

, no, I have other plans now. Audrey you like my food, pastries, and weird drinks, yes?" Audrey glanced at Chloe in confusion before nodding.

"Yes I find it pretty amazing that you can make pastries from all over the world. Your apple pie is my favorite, although it is the reason that I have to work out so much." The comment caused the two young women to burst into soft laughter. "What does this have to do with anything?" Marinette smiled and placed her elbows on the table resting her chin on one hand. She smirked slightly thinking over her plan. 

"You see they derailed my dream just a bit, yes, but I have two loyal customers so I'm not completely stuck. I am not a one trick pony, I have a lot of talents." The mother and daughter were silent both confused, causing Marinette to laugh softly. "I was raised in a bakery, and my Great Uncle is a world renowned chef. I think a restaurant is in my future." Audrey smirked as she held her wine glass up.

"You see Mari, this is why you're one of my favorites, you never let anything keep you down. You'll have my backing and my husband's as well. With Chloe's help we are going to make your restaurant a hit." She shared a smile with her daughter knowing that Marinette's restaurant would be a hit when it opened. "Just one question Mari, what is the theme?" Marinette smirked looking over at Chloe with a twinkle in her eye.

"It's going to be subtlety themed around Paris's heros. Ladybug, Lynx(Felix), Viperion, Ryuko, Queen Bee and current Honeywell. Each hero will have their own signature dish. That is their personal favorite, Ladybug's is macaroons with her famous spotted design. Lynx's is Soupe à l'oignon, and so on. Desserts will be specially designed after their hero., While meals will be served on dishes resembling their costumes." 

“Well, you know you’ll have my full backing. Once you pick the perfect location I will have construction workers on the site, and once they’re done interior decorators to listen to your every input! On top of that I will make sure to talk up your restaurant to every business partner I have.” Audrey declared gently dabbing around her mouth with a napkin. She placed the napkin down before standing up; she made her way to Chloe grabbing her daughter's face and kissing her forehead gently, before doing the same to Marinette. “Now it is time for me to retire to bed. Don’t stay up too late girls!” She waved walking to the door nodding when Butler Jean opened the door for her. “Much appreciate Jean.” She gave him a rare smile, one which he returned with his own. Chloe and Marinette shared a look giggling softly together as Jean closed the door behind Audrey.

“Well, Dupain-Cheng, shall we retire as well?” Chloe said mimicking her mother’s voice. Marinette snorted covering her face with her napkins as Butler Jean gave Chloe a stern look struggling to hide his own smile.

“It’s beautiful.” Audrey said in awe taking in her once protegees restaurant. The outside of the store was simple yet elegant. Cream bricks with black accents, the two large windows were slightly tinted and had the name written in elegant cursive. ‘Miraculous’ The outside sitting area was gated off with a station for the host that provided shade on particularly hot days. It was divided into different sections, for certain Parisian heroes. Ladybug, Lynx, Viperion, Ryuko, and Honeywell. Each section was styled after their hero, Marinette and the interior designers had managed to make it so the colors didn’t clash. Instead they gave off a look of abstract beauty. In the middle of the outside area sat one table that had a sign stating it was permanently reserved for the original Queen Bee. The table made Chloe shine with happiness that only doubled once she realized that there was also a table inside reserved just for her. The inside was much the same except in the middle of the restaurant their was another table for Chloe. There was a window that took up much of the back wall, displaying the kitchen where ten chefs were divided in two, each learning their heroes menu together. There were two hallways on either side, the right had the bathrooms and the left had five private rooms. Each styled after their hero. "I must say, I was unsure that you'd be able to fit their colors together. However, you and the interior designers pulled it off flawlessly. May I see the menus?" Marinette smirked a twinkle in her eye as she held up five menus.

"Five menus for each hero. Which one would you like to see? The waiters and waitresses are instructed to request what hero's menu they would like to eat from. Each has eight different meals, five deserts, one specialty drink, and specialty salad, the only thing they have in common is drinks. side salads and soups. Two waiters and two chefs for each hero, more will be added if needed. The chefs have their own spaces together in the kitchen."  Marinette surveyed the restaurant, a smile taking over her face as she took in her finished product. Butler Jean walked up placing a hand on her shoulder, his gentle smile already present.

"If I may break character for just a second, I must say and I'm sure Mistress Bourgeois and Mistress Chloe agree, I am quite proud of you Miss Marinette. You've truly outdone yourself." Chloe nodded and came up hugging Marinette's arm smiling at her as Marinette started to tear up. The tears didn't fall until Audrey placed her hand on the back of Marinette's head, a rare smile on her face.

"Thank you for everything." She whispered softly, smiling brightly at them.

"Don't bemused, it's just the news! Nadja Chamack back again! Good afternoon Paris! New in Paris today, I'm sure you have all heard of the hit restaurant Miraculous that only opened a week ago! Well Paris, I have the inside scoop for you today! I was invited by the owner of the restaurant just last night! Now I am sure you are all wondering! Nadja, how did you get a direct invitation?! I was shocked too! Only to discover the owner of the restaurant was my goddaughter Marinette Dupain-Cheng! Marinette is twenty-three years old and now owns one of the most popular restaurants in Paris! Let me tell you! The restaurant is absolutely beautiful and styled after our heroes, you all know Ladybug is my personal favorite. So Marinette set up a private room for my daughter and me. She has five private rooms, all designated with a specific hero, so obviously my room was Ladybug's! I must say the restaurant is truly one of a kind! Marinette has out done herself, and its not just me saying that. Jagged Stone, Audrey Bourgeois, Clara Nightingale, and even some famous actors and musicians have all gone to Miraculous this past week. Each one had raving reviews, so much so that many celebrities and even some heroes are coming to Paris just to eat there. Pictures on Jagged's and Clara's Instagrams show them posing with a bright eyed Marinette, in one of the private rooms together! I think Paris agrees with me when I say this, congratulations Marinette, and I must say this to my goddaughter, I'm so proud of you Marinette. Now it’s time for sports-" Lila paused the tv glaring at is as she stared at the picture of Marinette between Jagged and Clara. She screamed throwing the remote at the wall, causing Adrien to tense up in their share kitchen. He sighed glaring down at his coffee only sparing a glance at the tv as he stirred. 

'When will she stop causing problems, I seriously thought she was more mature than this. But no she just has to keep thrusting herself into the spotlight knowing it'll piss Lila off.' He shook his head turning to watch his fiance finish her tantrum, as a smirk covered her face, a plan clearly forming. Only briefly did he wonder what the new lie was going to be this time. 'I am surprised she didn't just give up when we ruin her dream. Lila and father thought for sure that would break her.' He glanced down at his right hand where the ring use to rest anger growing in his chest. 'She deserves it, if she had just kept her mouth shut things would be different. No, she had to tell Ladybug everything when she discovered my identity. If it wasn't for her I'd still be Chat Noir, things would be different. I'd be with the love of my life and out of my father's control. This is all her fault, she deserves to be ruined.' Lila turned to him with a predatory smirk, her eyes glinting in the light as she walked up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck leaning against him standing on her toes as she lifted one leg into the air. She bit her lip before kissing him and pulling back their lips barely touching as they stared into each others eyes. 

" We're going to get reservations at her crappy little restaurant, and we are going to destroy it and her name for good." Adrien smiled and placed his mug down wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer kissing her deeply before pulling back

"I'll have Nathalie set them up for us under my name. Now go get dressed, we have a photoshoot at 5." He let Lila go picking up his phone and texting Nathalie as Lila went to the shared room in their penthouse. He picked his coffee back up and starred at the picture of Marinette on the tv a smirk crossing his face. 

Two days later however they were all furious when the reservations were denied under all their names. They were only given reservations after using a fake name. When the day came they were dressed to impress and arrived in a limo. Lila smirked before letting her mask fall into place, as paparazzi turned to them and started taking pictures. She wrapped her arms around Adrien's arm giggling and waving at them until they reached the door only to be stopped by two guards and a hostess who was looking down at her book. "Name?"

"We are under Anthony Stewart." Adrien said smiling charmingly. The host ran her finger down the book till she came to the name. She nodded and looked up glancing at them before turning to the guards only to turn back surprised.

"I apologize we do have a Anthony Stewart down for reservations but you are not him." Adrien smiled nodding to her glancing at Lila. 

"Yes, you see my assistant set up the reservation for us under his name." The hostess gave them a tight smile before nodding politely. 

"Yes we do allow that to be done here. Unfortunately I am still not allowed to let you in." She said holding back a smirk at their shocked faces as the cameras began to take even more pictures.

"What do you mean you're not allowing us in?!" Lila said anger displayed clearly on her face.

"I'm truly sorry, here Maya let me take over while you take care of our other guests." Marinette said as she stepped out of the restaurant. She hair was pulled into an elegant up do, still wearing her signature black earrings. However she had a simple pairing of silver glasses on and was wearing a pink pencil skirt a white ruffled top and a black blazer. Her nails were a soft pink matching her toes as she wore black open toed heels. Both Adrien and Lila saw the glint in her eye even though she was smiling politely at them. "I really hoped you would all take the hint when reservations under your name were all rejected. You see I refuse to allow petty drama cause problems for my restaurant, and I'm afraid that you two bring drama with you where ever you go. However I can see my hint was not noticed so I'll tell you myself. Lila Rossi, Adrien Agreste, you two and your families are banned from setting foot into my restaurant. So sorry, but after you two repeatedly bullied me, spread lies about me and tried to ruin my future, I simply couldn't find it in myself to allow you in. Now please leave, your blocking other customers." Marinette turned and began to walk back into the restaurant until Adrien grabbed her arm dragging her back roughly.

"Now listen here Marinette!" He started until Marinette turned to him no fear in her eyes as she drew her free arm back and decked him. Adrien released her arm falling backwards holding his nose in pain, Marinette falling to the ground holding her arm gingerly.

"How dare you!?!" Lila snapped dropping down and wrapping her arms around Adrien's shoulders protectively, glaring at Marinette attempting to play the victims. "Thats it! We are sueing you for everything you have, I can't believe you just assaulted Adrien!" She smirked as she watched an officer get out of her car and advance on them. "Officer! Officer please arrest her! She just assaulted my fiance!" Lila cried out as tears began to fall. 

"I'm afraid I'll be taking Mr. Agreste into custody instead Miss Rossi. I was here the entire time and I watched him grab Miss Dupain-Cheng roughly. He assaulted her and she defended herself." Sabrina said staring down at the two as Lila looked up at her in shock. Another officer pulled up with his lights on and stepped out of the car. "Raincomprix, an ambulance is on the way to fix his nose before I take him in. Please make sure to get the photographers names, emails and numbers so that we can get pictures and possibly videos. Then take Miss Dupain-Cheng statement along with pictures of her and her arm, I'll take his pictures. After that get witness statements." Sabrina nodded before pulling out her notebook and walking over to the paparazzi. A few minutes later an ambulance pulled up and took care of Adrien before he was escorted to the back of the police car. Lila stood watching in shock, her mind running a mile a minute, she was quick to flee the scene once she realized pictures were still being taken.

The next day they were all over the news and everyone was on Marinette's side. Videos and pictures were all over social media and Gabriel's lawyers told him that there was no way they could save Adrien from being guilty unless they took a plea bargain. Adrien would admit his guilt and instead of jail time he had to pay Marinette a settlement and was given a restraining order to not come within fifty feet of her for five years. Gabriel's brand took a great hit and for a while Lila and Adrien couldn't step outside with out receiving glares or being refused business. Their reputations were dearly hurt and it didn't look like they'd ever be fixed. While Marinette was higher than ever everyone viewing her as a strong and amazing person after she didn't let his attack hold her back. This drove them crazy but they knew they couldn't do anything, Lila however decided that Hawkmoth just needed to target Marinette. Unluckily for them, it was that targeting that gave away Gabriel's identity to Ladybug and the Miraculous team.

A few months later it was breaking news when the Miraculous team brought in Gabriel, Natalie, and Lila and exposed them as Hawkmoth and Mayura, and that Lila was working with them. Adrien was spared after Ladybug revealed that he was Chat Noir. Everyone was ecstatic, parties were thrown and statues of the heros were placed in different parts of the city. It was shortly after that it was revealed that Gabriel blacklisted many people and allowed his designers to steal work in the hopes that they'd get others akumatized. Marinette was ecstatic that her name in fashion was cleared but she told the press she wasn't planning on going back into fashion. That only a few people would receive her designs, and they would only be those that Clara or Jagged recommended. It was a few months later that Gordon Ramsey visited her restaurant everyone was expecting Ramsey to find something to tear apart and were extremely surprised when he made a tweet praising Marinette's meals and her chefs talents. It actually spurred a friendship between the two and soon Gordon was added to the list of people that received her designs. After this everyone was going to Marinette's restaurant, they had reservations book 6 months out. Every day there is new pictures of celebrities at the restaurant Marinette was the new name in restaurants and cooking. She even agreed to star on some cooking shows. Her favorite guest spot was on Nailed it. The show was themed after heroes Jacques Torres made cupcakes specialized after America's heros, while Marinette made a five tier cake, each tier representing a different Parisian hero. Marinette lost it when she saw the cupcakes for Batman and Robin she couldn't stop laughing and immediately took pictures. Marinette and Jacques held multiple conversations in French, both struggling not to laugh as Nicole made faces at them. When Marinette pulled out the money gun she flicked her head done and a pair of Eiffel Tower shaped glasses covered her face. She looked at Nicole seriously and nodded before saying she was ready to complete the mission. This cause Nicole to burst into laughter.  After the winner was announced Marinette made another announcement, all three contestants and their family had an all expenses paid trip to Paris and a free meal at her restaurant Miraculous. It was shortly after that, that Marinette began to open more restaurants starting in each heroes city. Twenty-five percent of their earnings went to either the heros in question or a charity that they picked. Marinette's restaurants got popular quickly and soon she was named the youngest billionaire and only twenty-five years old. Everyone was shocked when majority of her money was put towards charity and thar she began different foundations to help others. She even began programs to pay for peoples schooling in university and colleges. Soon she was invited to charity events all over the world, from the Maria Stark Foundation to the Martha Wayne charity Gala. When she is twenty-six Marinette moves out of Audrey's penthouse and travels between different homes until settling down into a penthouse in New York. Audrey and Chloe both follow her over Audrey simply returning and establishing New York as her base of operations once again.