#like ik i sound horrible so

[ear-motif]

as people learn more about transmasculinity im debating if itd make me more dysphoric to be a permanently clocky tboy to well-meaning libs who still view me as a woman regardless or to keep embodying my cissona

[straight4joekeery]

Eddie: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Steve: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve: All snacks are gone.

Eddie: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve: You're alive.

Kas!Eddie: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

~~~~~~~~~

*Steve and Eddie enter a dive bar*

Steve: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.

Eddie, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.

~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Who hurt you?

Steve: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Eddie: ...Yes, actually.

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Eddie: *nudges Steve at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Steve? Wake up, Steve! Listen! They're sexless!

Steve: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

~~~~~~~~

Eddie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Steve: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

~~~~~~~

Eddie: Wow, Steve, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Steve: We literally slept together yesterday.

Eddie: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

~~~~~~

Eddie: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Steve: Eddie-

Steve: It- it was just an ant-

~~~~~~

Steve: How did you break your leg?

Eddie: Do you see those porch stairs?

Steve: Yes.

Eddie: I didn't.

[acetheta]

bruh system communities on discord are so fucking toxic

[itadorii]

as much as i dislike the sick feeling that comes with unrequited love (which is how all my romantic encounters have ended up) life is incredibly boring without a crush to talk to

[rocaillefox]

can people please stop turning furry worlds into fantastical racism/making up furry stereotypes. i do not want to read 'all cats are troublemakers. all bears are police. all rabbits are caregivers.' like, peoples features and bodies do not signify anything about personality, morality, political stance, etc. and the bioessentialism inherent to that concept absolutely reeks. this is not a politically neutral thing jsjfbvj

[nomaishuttle]

well nvm gets scared. made a poll but now im scared bc its music based

[itsalwaysdark]

the worst part is like . I know it sounds like ocd and i know a lot of ppl with ocd and i watch them talk abt their experiences and i relate a ton but then my brains like How dare you relate to them and try to compare. youre just an evil person and youre trying to pretend you have ocd . and its actually different and the fact you even thought for a second "oh thats similar to what i experience" means that you will be a bad person forever and you cant fix it and you need to go to hell. and you dont have ocd youre just actually an evil person. so i cant actually let myself think abt it being ocd basically

[gorillaxyz]

im gonna start my proper rebision on monday so the weekends are my days off... but american history hyperfixation means im still pretty much revising when i listen to or watch speeches delivered

[oysterie]

Went back to lapvona decided to finish it. I don't think anything has happened this whole book 👍

[little-mimikyuwu]

oh my fucking God my cat came back today let's goooo I love him 2 death

[logansdoll]

Heyyy. Ok really cheesy but I’d like to request a Logan x reader friends to lovers where it’s like an accidental confession. Maybe someone makes fun of the reader and Logan without thinking about it just starts yelling and defending why the reader is great and everything he loves about her? Ik it’s a little OOC but maybe he gets so mad (as Wolverine does) that he gets all mushy without realizing lol. Thanks ❤️❤️

lotus

while on library duty, Logan overhears two girls talking shit about you... and corrects it quickly.

CW: sorry i went in a little different direction, suggestive, profanity, takes place during the timeline of the og X-Men, these girls are bitches, etc.

"I just don't get what's the big deal about her," Maya scoffed, resting her cheek in her palm as she thoughtlessly flipped through her biology textbook.

Talia nodded, glancing up from her notes with an excitement that screamed nothing to do.

"No, seriously," she agreed. "Like we get it... you can grow shit. Big deal."

That piqued Logan's interest.

With Jean and Scott off on a date, the professor away, and you and Ororo teaching a joint class, he was slapped with library duty—watching the kids during their scheduled study period.

Now, originally, he planned on simply plopping himself down in a corner and puffing his cigar, hoping to fall asleep and just ride out his sentence.

And he was halfway there, too.

But just as he was about to catch some Zs, his hearing picked up on a conversation between two older girls who seemed to be trash talking his girlfriend.

"Word," Maya turned the next page, a grimace settling on her face when she noticed the image of a flower.

One you were very vocal about liking.

"She won't shut up about these stupid lotus flowers either... Hey! Did you guys know that the lotus is considered sacred in many Eastern cultures? And it often symbolizes purity, beauty, and rebirth!"

Talia let out an obnoxious snicker, the impression not nearly as funny as what she was making it to be.

But maybe she just hated you that much...

"You sound just like her," she commended, very much amused. "Only she's always smiling. Like I've never seen her frown before... it's almost creepy."

"Seriously creepy. But Peter can't get enough of it... you know he has a crush on her, right?"

"Seriously?!"

Logan let out a quiet chuckle, tickled by the news.

He'd caught the boy staring at you during a few Danger Room sessions, but didn't think much of it, assuming he'd just caught him while he happened to be looking in your direction.

Oh, how wrong he was...

He couldn't wait to tell you later tonight.

"Mhmm. Half the boys at school nearly fall over themselves to make sure they're not late to her class... It's almost funny."

"Funny, my ass. Why'd it have to be Peter?" Talia huffed, tossing her pencil at the textbook in frustration. "She's not even that pretty. I've had dogs that look better than her."

Maya attempted to muffle a snicker, but Logan heard it loud and clear, his brows furrowing at the horrible comment.

"I'm serious. She puts up this whole nice and innocent act, but I bet she's a raging bitch behind closed doors."

That was it.

All the stuff before was just normal, teenage jealousy; something he'd—albeit reluctantly—let slide.

But calling you out of your name?

Insulting your character?

Comparing you to a dog?

A line had to be drawn.

"Tali, you can't say that," Maya chuckled, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

"Like I care," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd tell it to her face if I ever got the chance. Just walk right up to her and say—"

"Say what?"

The girls nearly jumped out their skin, whipping around, only to be met by Logan's arched brow, the man leaning up against a bookshelf as he puffed on his cigar.

They were at a loss for words, unable to say anything under his imposing presence.

"Don't get shy now," he goaded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go on. Tell me what you're gonna say to Dr. (l/n)."

The two were practically frozen, frantically glancing at each other for assistance, Logan's eyes flicking between the two expectantly.

"Nothing?" he hummed. "That's funny... 'cause you both seemed to have plenty of shit to say earlier."

Both their faces fell almost instantly, the color practically draining from Talia.

"You heard that?" Maya squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every word," Logan nodded. "And what I managed to gather from it was that you both just can't stand her because she's kind, passionate, pretty, and beloved."

He listed each trait off on his fingers, glancing at the two for confirmation.

"How's that? Am I in the ballpark?"

They remained silent, hanging their heads in embarrassment as Logan's confrontation had garnered the attention of the whole library.

"Well, then, how's this..." he pulled the cigar out his mouth. "I'll let you both off this time with a warning... but if I catch either of you trash talkin' anybody again, teacher or student, you're grounded."

"'Til when?" Talia asked, nervously.

"'Til I tell you you're not."

The end of day bell punctuated his statement, a flourish of shutting books and closing pencil cases muffling the girls' sighs of relief.

"Now get outta here."

He had never seen two students pack up so fast.

They were gone in T-minus ten, and once the library was cleared out, Logan allowed himself to sit down, letting out his own sigh.

He could've tore into them infinitely worse—and he honestly wanted to for that dog comment—but he figured that was the right, and legal, amount for a teacher.

But even still...

'I dunno how a girl who can only float two inches off the ground is talkin' about (n/n) havin' a shitty power...'

[txrully]

MOVIE NIGHT!

summary: so ego decides to be a christmas miracle himself and gives everyone a night off (unheard of, ik). the boys manage to scrape together a projector, a massive pile of snacks, and enough blankets to turn the place into a blanket fort kingdom.

but surprise surprise… the bllk boys end up sitting next to their crush. 🫣

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, shidou ryusei

a/n: hmm blanket fort kingdom hcs when..? :3

isagi yoichi

this boy is so nervous. like, he’s sitting stiff as a board, trying not to even breathe too loud.

accidentally knocks over the popcorn in the first five minutes and apologizes like a thousand times. 🫠

“no, really, it’s fine! it’s not like i was gonna eat it all… probably.”

sneaks a glance at you every time the screen lights up your face but immediately panics when you catch him.

his hand brushes yours when reaching for snacks and he freezes. you giggle, and he’s pretty sure that’s the sound of him falling harder.

bachira meguru

insists on sitting next to you, throws his blanket over both of you like it’s no big deal. 😌

spends half the movie whispering horrible jokes in your ear to make you laugh.

“what’s a snowman’s favorite snack? ice crisps!”

when you actually laugh, he looks so proud of himself. 🥹

by the end, you’re sharing a pillow because he “accidentally” leaned too close, and he’s trying to convince you to join him in building a blanket fort after.

rin itoshi

immediately sits down like it’s no big deal, but inside? pure panic.

keeps his arms crossed to avoid contact at all costs.

pretends to be completely focused on the movie but flinches every time you shift even slightly.

“stop moving.”

“i’m literally just breathing. 🤦‍♀️”

at one point, you lean closer to comment on the movie, and his brain blue-screens. he responds with some dry remark, but his ears are definitely red.

nagi seishiro

lets you sit next to him because he honestly doesn’t care where he is… until you’re actually there.

spends most of the movie too relaxed, slouching into his blanket, but his eyes keep darting toward you 👀.

when you laugh at something, he suddenly perks up and starts actually paying attention to the movie.

offers you snacks like, “want some? too much effort to finish it myself.”

lowkey hopes the movie never ends because you’re close enough for him to feel your warmth.

reo mikage

made sure your spot was next to his on purpose, 100%.

pulls out a whole charcuterie board like it’s just a casual snack 🤷‍♀️.

offers to share, and when you hesitate, he goes, “what, you think i’m gonna poison you or something?” with a smirk.

leans over to point out random details in the movie, his shoulder brushing yours every time.

when you shiver, he throws his fancy, designer blanket over you without even thinking 🥺.

chigiri hyoma

politely lets you take the better seat while he sits right next to you with the softest blanket known to man.

when you mention you’re cold, he just casually drapes it over both of you like a pro.

the two of you end up whispering commentary about the movie, and he laughs softly at your jokes.

if you fall asleep during the movie, he’ll adjust the blanket and make sure you’re comfortable.

definitely sneaks a photo of you asleep and saves it for himself (totally not to tease you later).

hiori yo

doesn’t make a big deal about it, but you can tell he’s happy you’re sitting next to him.

quietly offers you some snacks, trying not to disturb anyone (but he’s also just shy ; me core fr.. ).

makes cute little comments about the movie in his soft voice that make you smile.

if there’s a jump scare, his hand accidentally brushes yours, and he gets so flustered.

“sorry! didn’t mean to—uh, you’re not scared, right?”

shidou ryusei

flops down next to you and throws his arm over the back of your seat like it’s no big deal.

constantly trying to make you laugh with dumb commentary (and somelike times it works).

halfway through the movie, he starts jokingly stealing your snacks just to get your attention.

“if you don’t stop, i’m gonna bite your hand.”

“oh? i’d like to see you try, princess.”

he’s obnoxious, but when you laugh, he actually softens a bit and keeps sneaking glances your way.

i have so many drafts but im lazy to publish.. ToT

© txrully :: 2024

do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize my works in any way.

[darkclouud9]

Today, there may be a chance of a voice reveal (I'm going to hate watching it back)

[ippi2un]

♥︎—L&DS REACTION TO YOU BAKING SOMETHING FOR THEM

But it turns out tasting horrible.

pairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you

note: i loved making this esp rafayels and xaviers 😍 but mf why did u mess up their treats....😒😒😒😒 (btw yes ik u didnt bake smth for Xavier but idc u made it either way) ... AND TUMBLR RANDOMLY DECIDED TO POST THIS???? EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT FINISH??? SORRY IF ITS BAD

After a long, sweltering day, you and Xavier decide to chill out at your home. It was afternoon and very hot, so you decided, why not make a little treat for you and Xavier?

As Xavier peacefully dozed off on your couch in the living room, you started to whip up a masterpiece: Banana Icecream. As you were beginning to make the masterpiece, you get a phonecall from a scam caller. They kept calling and calling, and it was annoying so you picked up the phone, deciding to give them a taste of true annoyance.

"Hello?" You say, your irritation barely concealed.

"Yes, hi! You just won a brand new super flying car!" The other person on the line said, their voice too enthusiastic.

You roll your eyes, playing along.

"Oh my! Really? That's so amazing, how can I claim it?" You say, grabbing a bowl and setting it on the counter.

"Just provide us with your credit card information."

"Hm? Why would I need to give you that..." You say, feigning innocence.

"Just for verification and stuff."

Suppressing a laugh, you reply, "Okay! My credit card number is..." and you began to give random numbers as you made the icecream. You put in milk, and heavy cream was supposed to be next. But in your distracted state, you added sour cream instead. Alot.

"Um, excuse me, the credit card you are listing is too long. You put too much numbers. Are you...sure about that?" The person on the line said, sounding confused.

"Oh my bad... I have alzeheimers or something." You say, holding in your laugh as you added 3 bananas to the mix and mushed them in with the sugar, vanilla extract, milk, and sour cream.

The person ended up hanging up. You laughed out loud, putting your phone aside before sighing and staring at your icecream mix. It looked wonderful to you.

You put it in the freezer, and after about 3 hours you retrieve it with great excitement. You eagerly place a few scoops into a nice bowl, before sprinting to Xavier, excited for him to try your "masterpiece."

You crouch down near the sleeping Xavier, before poking his cheek slightly.

"Xavier...Xavier. Wake up. I made banana icecream." You whisper.

After a few tries Xavier arised, sitting up slowly while rubbing his eyes.

"It looks really nice...thank you." He said, grabbing the bowl and spoon.

He scooped out a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The first taste was sweet, just as he'd expected with banana ice cream. But as it melted on his tongue, the sourness crept in, catching him off guard. His eyes widened slightly, and your smile grew more. He swallowed and took another bite, trying to figure out the peculiar flavor profile. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Hmm," Xavier said thoughtfully, his sleepy brain trying to process the unexpected twist. "It's nice."

He thought it was a new trend or recipe for banana icecream, so he shrugged it off, thinking that it was actually supposed to taste good, and that his tastebuds are just weird.

"Good!" You reply happily, getting ready to taste the icecream as well.

Xavier nodded, taking another spoonful. "I like how tangy it tastes. Its a new combination for banana-"

"TANGY?!" You yelled in disbelief, dropping your spoon.

Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you realized your mistake.

Xavier, unminding, took another spoonful, his eyebrows furrowed. "Isnt it how its supposed to be?"

"NO?!" You sighed. "Wait, what if the milk went bad?" You say with panic.

"No, expired milk does not taste like this." Xavier said calmly.

"Xavier how do you know that."

Xavier ignored your question. "This icecream honestly tastes like sour cream."

You frown. Sour cream?

And then you realize. You did indeed put sour cream. You cursed yourself, regretting that you picked up that stupid scam call for fun, which got you distracted.

"I'm really sorry Xavier, I got distracted because I was fooling around with a scam caller that wouldn't stop calling me." You sigh, grabbing the bowl from his hand.

"No." He took the bowl back. "It isn't that bad, I can still eat it. Thank you." He smiled softly, before absolutely devouring the banana icecream.

You gaze at the time, and its one hour before Zayne arrives from his shift. You certainly miss him, and to wait just an hour more was something you didn't want to believe. How else would you pass your time?

You abruptly stood up. You decided to make a treat for Zayne, because he's hardworking and you love him dearly. You rushed to the kitchen, excited with your idea: triple layered chocolate cake with raspberry filling and a silky vanilla lemon buttercream frosting.

The next hour was filled with several ingredients scattered around, with utensils meticulously beating into the bowls. A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, you were so into it. You measured with the utmost precision—because who wouldn't? This is a treat for the most hardworking cardiac surgeon ever.

You poured the chocolate cake batter into 3 smallish round cake pans, mesmerized by the elegance of the batter falling smoothly into the pan. After, you opened the preheated oven, met by a gust of hot air. You set the cakes in, before closing the oven with a contented sigh.

Time for the raspberry compote. You threw raspberries into the pan, adding some sugar and a little of lemon juice, mixing it. You finished, tasting its rich flavor.

Now is time for the vanilla frosting. Grabbing the butter, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and vanilla, you were excited to make what you thought was the most important part for the cake. As you were done mixing the butter and powdered sugar and vanilla, it was time to squeeze half a lemon.

But Tara had to call you just this moment. You groaned, but answered either way, and started chattering away. You were so immersed in the call that you did not add one, not two, but three whole lemon juices into the frosting, forgettng the delicate balance between sweet and tart.

And when you started mixing it, you questioned yourself on why the frosting was more on the liquidy side—and you didn't get the answer because you were still on that damn call with Tara.

The timer dinged and you almost jumped onto the oven in excitement. You sprinted to the oven, taking out the decadent, rich smelling chocolate cakes. You put all 3 layers next to eachother, before lining the circumference of the cake with the vanilla lemon frosting as a barrier for the raspberry compote. You did this for all three layers, assembled them, then applied the rest of the frosting to the outside of the cake.

You had to step back and appreciate how absolutely majestic the cake looked. Wonderful.

Just in time, Zayne arrived, closing the door behind him softly. You rushed to him, giving him a big hug, to which he returned with equal love.

"Hm? Whats this delightful smell?" Zayne's soothing voice said, his eyes staring towards the kitchen.

"I decided to make a little something for you. Come." You smile, taking his hand and presenting him the almighty cake you made him.

He smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "You didn't have to, love," he said, heading to the kitchen. You followed him as he sliced a piece of the cake. The vibrant raspberry filling was slightly oozing out, which made Zayne's mouth water. The room was silent as he grabbed a fork and took the first bite. The reaction was slow, but you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his face. He didnt say anything.

You panicked. "Is there something wrong?"

He stared at you, taking another bite slowly. "Its...different."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Different how?"

Zayne chewed thoughtfully, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. "The filling," he said finally, "It's...very lemony."

You blinked slowly, trying to figure out why it was that way. "But I only put half a lemon..." You said, trying to remember what the hell went wrong.

You peered into the trashcan to confirm that you only used half a lemon—but you were shocked to see 4 entire lemons in the trash.

"Oh my-" you facepalm yourself. "I used four. Im pretty sure I got distracted while Tara was calling me."

Zayne had a warm smile on his face. "Well, atleast the sourness woke me up."

You sighed, smiling back. "Im really sorry, ill make it right next time."

Zayne nodded, setting the fork aside. "How about we make another one now?" Zayne was really craving it, and wanted to help you do it again.

You smile widely. "Really?! Okay! Lets do it."

And so you both join eachother in the kitchen, whipping up the masterpiece cake, and this time, you added the right amount of lemon juice.

Rafayel was painting over at your home, and he has been working hard ever since the morning. You decided to create a delicacy for him, because why not? You decided that a blueberry cheesecake will do, but you didn't know the cream cheese at the store you bought would be...expired.

Your kitchen was busy, with you dashing around, carefully combining the ingredients together along with the evil cream cheese. The aroma of blueberries filled the air as you cooked it in a pan with some sugar and lemon juice to turn it into a blueberry compote. You mixed in half of the compote into the cream cheese mix, reserving the other half for after you bake it for you to spread it out on top. You finally add some vanilla extract into the cream cheese mix which you almost forgot. But that didnt matter. Because it would still taste bad. But you wouldn't know that...yet.

As you waited for the cheesecake to finish, you decided to clean up the counter a bit.

As soon as the alarm went off, you dashed to the oven to get the cheesecake out. You wait for it to cool down before spreading the rest of the blueberry compote all on top of the cheesecake. There was some compote left, so you just set it to the side.

You heard footsteps coming, and you turned around to see Rafayel, his hands blemished with colorful paint.

"Ooh, what's this delightful aroma?" He said, standing next to you and staring down at the innocent looking cheesecake.

"Blueberry cheesecake! I made it just for you~"

"Oh my, thank you for this~ I'll finish this in seconds." He said, eagerly grabbing a spoon.

"Wait! Let me slice it first, you impatient fish." You said, rolling your eyes before cutting a slice and setting it on the plate.

You handed it to Rafayel, who took a bite with dramatic flair.

The first taste sent a symphony of flavors across his palate. As he swallowed, his expression shifted from one of delight to a grimace of horror. The cream cheese betrayal left him surprised.

"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh." Rafayel set the spoon down, his eyes wide.

Your smile froze. "What's wrong?"

He ran away to the bag of sugar set aside on the kitchen counter, pouring some in his mouth to get rid of the pungent taste. It didnt work. He frantically ran to the vanilla extract, and took a good swig before coughing.

"Help...me..." He coughed out.

You watched in shock as Rafayel stumbled back to the counter, his eyes watering. You took a tentative bite yourself, and your face mirrored his. The cheesecake was absolutely TERRIBLE.

"What the hell..? Why is this bad?" You say with shock and confusion, upset with how things went.

"Please...I think the cream cheese is expired...oh..." He said his expression still grimaced yet he chuckled a little.

Your eyes widened. "Expired?"

They both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter that filled the room The sound was infectious, and soon you were both leaning against the kitchen counter, holding your stomachs and gasping for breath.

"Well, I suppose it's...an acquired taste," Rafayel managed to say between giggles, wiping a tear from his eye.

You nodded, trying to regain your composure. "I'll just throw it out and start again or something."

"No, no," he protested, still smiling. "We can't let a little sourness ruin the moment. Besides, I've had worse."

He took another bite. He chewed and swallowed with exaggerated effort, patting his chest as if to keep the food down. "See? It's not that bad."

He said that right before he ran to the trashcan, spitting it out. You shake your head as he once again frantically scrambles to take another swig of the strong vanilla extract.

"Oh my stomach...."

"You barely even digested anything yet. You only swallowed one bite."

"Oh..oh my...ohhh....ahhh.."

"Well, i have some blueberry compote left." You took the pan which has a little amount left. "This will be good atleast. Open your mouth~"

He opened his mouth as you spooned in a generous amount.

The taste was heavenly. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and let out a contented sigh.

"I feel like a new person. Oh, I dont feel sick anymore. I feel good."

You giggled, watching Rafayel's theatrics with affection. "I'm so sorry about the cheesecake," you said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rafayel waved it off, his grin never fading. "Don't be. It's not every day someone tries to kill me with dessert."

The room filled with more laughter, the tension from the failed cheesecake dissipating quickly.

At Sylus's wonderful home, you had the entire grand kitchen to yourself. You wanted to create something delightful for Sylus, something decadent yet simple to make. You once made eclairs for Sylus, but it turns out you mixed up sugar with salt, which left you a little embarassed and disappointed. You settled on a chocolate soufflé because it was simple, yet rich and filling.

The aroma of cocoa powder filled the kitchen, measuring each ingredient precisely and whispering sweet nothings to the eggs and flour. This was so easy to make, and so hard to mess up.

Or so you thought. Because you made the most simple mistake of replacing sugar with salt. Again. The bag of sugar was next to the bag of salt, therefore, you just ruined the chocolate soufflé. Yet you continued to mix in the ingredients, unknowing of the certain imposter in the batter.

You put it in the oven gently, before closing the oven door. You sigh, leaning against the countertop, taking a well deserved break. You smile to yourself, imagining how pleased Sylus would be with the soufflé you've made him.

You take it out after its desired baking time. It looks astonishing, smells fragrant. Even Sylus got out of his room, taking a break from his little work things, but it was really just because of the rich smell of chocolate.

"I smell alot of chocolate," He says, smiling. "Seems like you're having much fun in my kitchen." He walked over, staring at the chocolate soufflé.

"This is for you, Sylus." You smile, handing him the warm chocolate soufflé, which looked absolutely scrumptious in that small ramekin.

"What's the occasion?" He smirked, taking it from your hand, grabbing a spoon.

"No occasion," you playfully winked. "Just felt like making a little something for the most charming rogue in the world."

He chuckled, getting a spoonful.

"This, is a chocolate soufflé to remember." You said with pride.

The words hung in the air as Sylus took a tentative bite, his eyes never leaving yours. The taste hit him like a sledgehammer, not the sweet symphony of flavors he had been expecting, but an assault of saltiness. He swallowed slowly. It brought him memories from the last time you made the atrocious eclairs for him.

"Indeed, it is a chocolate souffle to remember." He smirked, setting the spoon down. "Tell me, are you trying to get in my daily dose of sodium?"

You looked at him quizzically, your smile not wavering. "What do you mean?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a tad...salty. Did you mix up the sugar with salt...again?"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you slapped your hand to your forehead. "Oh no, not again!"

He broke up into laughter, setting the soufflé aside before pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't worry, sweetie, this just serves as a reminder that nothing is as sweet as you."

[whoiseduardito]

Heeey so I've come to the sad realization that marvel has yet again made me simp over a character that is NEVER written for so, I was wondering if you would be willing to do a fluffy magneto fic.

Maybe where you are a new teacher a the school and had never me Erik and end up with a crush and he ends up finding out somehow. Idk sorry ik that was a long one.

I need something fluffy after these past episodes and Smut is fine with me but I'm not sure if your comfortable writing smut if not no big.

HEY! GET OUT OF MY WAY!

pairing: erik lehnsherrr (magneto) x reader warn: i love this type of fluff!!!!!!! a/n: my first req!! not proof read!!! horrible writing, rushed, you can tell i loved the sound of music trope.

so maybe you have a type.

older guys who have the humor of a rock.

...maybe just the older xenotype- but that's not important, totally not. the issue is that, you're crushin'. you're crushin' hard.

maybe it is the face, maybe it is the hair, but something about erik lehnsherr pulls you in, like a magnet, ironically.

you were the new teacher at the 'xavier's school for gifted youngsters, it was a pleasant experience, the students were nice (until their mutations were triggered, but that's not their fault), the ambient was too, and the pay? you could pay your rent, and more!

for you, the 'no crushing on coworkers' was bullshit, a harmless crush can't do that bad, as long as it's harmless.

so you continued with your lecture, 'history of mutation', very cool, you had even made a presentation, and then a kahoot, pretty cool right?

"so, the history of mutations can date back to many years, such as the sixth century-"

the door opened, all of the heads turned, and the person stepped in, you turned away from the board you were writing, your eyes searching for the person.

it was your fucking crush, it was fucking magneto.

your face drained of all color, and his electric freezing blue eyes stared back.

"uhh-"

"-..this is a senior class, correct?" he walked around the class, his eyes cutting contact from your's

"...y-yeah totally" he stopped near a decoration with 'mini prom!" painted on it with photos of the students as younger kids.

"then why are decorations everywhere?" he stared at it "this is not kindergarden."

damn. "well?"

"i-i thought it would be good to make this a nice atmosphere for the students."

"the world is not an nice atmosphere for mutants, is it?"

the class was dead silent, no one dared to breathe, even lightly.

"i want this off the wall before the end of the day." he made his way out.

"why?" you whispered

he stopped "because i said so, miss l/n. now rip it off"

oh, your mood had soured

"i'm sorry magneto, sir, but the decorations stay." you said those words with all of the backbone you have

"i'm the headmaster. it goes off."

"i'm the homeroom teacher, it stays."

you were a teeny tiny scared but for your students you'd fight him without your mutation. he glared, his piercing glare stayed on you

"i'm sorry mister magneto but in here, i give the best ambient for my students."

his stare became harder, and then he blinked, sighing and walking away "...i'd like to see you in my office, right now."

you gulped loudly, you're pretty sure he heard.

he began walking away, a beat passed until you realised he wanted you to follow him, you began walking alongside him.

the way there was silent, but your head was running, this is it, this is what you get for standing up for your students, shit.

he opened the door, and let you in, murmured a 'take a seat'

"...i am not fond of people disobeying my commands."

"i am aware, mister magneto."

"just call me sir, mister magneto is ticking me off"

"sorry, sir" you quickly said, most of the backbone you had you used it on standing up to him, and now you were getting fired.

"just answer me this." you nodded, you complied "you are aware that in this school you're just needed to teach them, and just make sure they understand how the world works, not pamper them, not make them decorations."

"but-"

"are you aware?"

"yes, but-"

"then why are you pampering them?"

ouch

"i'm going to move you, transfer you if you will"

"what?"

"roulette, the mutation to be able to randomize whatever power you have seen either physically or by any media."

you're screwed

"your mutation, am i right?"

"sir-"

"you're going to work with me to make them control their mutation."

"...what?"

"you and me, are going to train them."

"uhm.... who?"

he sighed loudly, he surely had a small fuse "your students."

great! teaching with magneto.

"...you sure sir?"

"i am sure."

breaking the news to your students was easy, making them behave so you don't look like a doof, was hard.

many classes had passed with mag- mister lehnsherr (he had told you to stop calling him 'magneto'), each day was hard but sometimes you picked at his stony personality, hoping that he would notice, sometimes you swear you saw him crack a small grin when you made a joke or had integration activities for your class, and your tiny crush had maybe turned into a bigger crush.

"teach'?"

"hm?" the voice of one of your students pulled you out of your meditation spot "what is it?"

"are you okay? you've been in this spot for the whole break."

"oh here? this is a great spot to think." it was a tree behind the mansion, in a secluded corner.

"mister magento is looking for you." they sat next to you beneath the tree

"why?" they shrugged

"maybe's cause he likes you" your head snapped to their direction

"...don't be silly" you tried to look away "he doesn't"

"really? 'cause i always hear his heart beating faster, when you do something or appear." their mutation was enhanced hearing, you blushed

"oh, stop lying." you snorted

"he does!" they jabbed you with their fingers to tease you "and you like him back!"

"shut up!" you laughed

"you do! you do!" they chuckled, suddenly they remained quiet and a smirk slowly was painted in their face "i'll leave you both alone" they walked away

"wha?-"

"miss l/n?"

oh shit.

"do you like me?" you turned your head slowly to face him.

"mister lehnsherr!-"

"please, call me erik." he chuckled, maybe the first time you saw his face in a smirk that isn't evil. "and how about a coffee to discuss about your teaching methods?"

[forever-rogue]

yayy now that ik you're open to write for joel, i propose smth angsty along the lines of "you came back for me" bc reader and joel got into a really big fight before getting separated. i just want the angstttt pls crush my heart tear it apart then put it back together by ending really fluffy plssss

AN | The inevitable has arrived - here we are foraying into Joel territory. Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“You’re really stupid sometimes,” it was an exasperated huff that had your hands on your hips as you looked at him. You didn’t mean it - not really anyway. Joel was probably one of the smartest and most resourceful people you’d ever met. He hung his head with a heavy sigh before turning back to you. His expression was entirely unamused, “so foolish and - and stubborn!”

This got a laugh out of him, a bark of unamused laughter but nonetheless. He crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself? You don’t get what you want and you act like a petulant child!”

“I am not,” you hissed, trying your best not to stomp your foot; you didn’t need to help prove his point any further. Maybe he was a little right…Joel often was. But you also felt like your point was right too. Even if this was the middle of a weird zombie apocalypse you were now living in, you should be able to take some time out for yourself. Especially now that you had a more stable living situation, “it’s always work this and work that with you. We should-”

“We should do what we need to in order to survive,” he cut you off, refusing to meet your eyes. He knew, begrudgingly, that you also weren’t entirely wrong, “that is the most important thing.”

“What about us-”

“There is no us,” he insisted and damn. Those four little words broke your heart more than anything. All this time spent together, getting to know each other both on a physical and emotional level meant nothing to him. You should have known. It was almost funny in a horrible way. The older man refused to look at you and you couldn’t help but think him a coward. Maybe he was right after all - maybe you were just a child, “get that in your head and let’s get this over with. We’re losing daylight.”

He took a few steps forward, dirt and gravel crunching under his boots. You shook your head, more to yourself than anything but didn’t follow him. When Joel didn’t hear your footsteps behind him, he turned around, “I’m not going with you.”

“C’mon,” he insisted, “don’t be like this. It’s dangerous for you to be out here by yourself.”

“Well, how am I ever going to learn to survive solely on my own if I’ve always got you or someone else leading the way?” He was correct in reasoning though. It wasn’t safe for anyone alone. It was also recommended that people go out in pairs for that reason, “just go on and I’ll find my own way back.”

“Stop acting like this,” but you just shook your head and took a step further back, “can you just listen to me for once?”

“Actually, Joel, for once it would be me not listening to you. So…you do whatever it is you need to do, do it. I’ll go back and patiently wait. Then you can come back and tell me what to do,” you offered him a sticky sweet smile before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction from which you came. You took off before Joel could say anything, biting your lip in order to keep from making any extra sounds or letting your tears fall down your cheeks. 

You heard him call after you, your name falling from his lips in an increasingly exasperated tone. You heard him come after you for a few moments, but eventually he stopped, his signature sigh falling from his lips. But eventually he moved on and you continued back towards Jackson. 

Realistically you’d just proved his point by acting in such a childish manner. But you didn’t care, not right now. He’d hurt you, and you didn’t even know if he’d meant to or knew the effect his words were having on you. 

“Dumb, stupid girl,” you groaned at yourself, “had to go and mess everything up. And now you’re going to get yourself lost.”

Admittedly, your sense of direction wasn’t the greatest. But the path you’d taken to get to this point, the point where you’d picked an argument with Joel, had been a fairly linear path. Surely you couldn’t fuck that up.

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And yet…you managed to fuck that right up. 

It was dark and you weren’t back to Jackson yet and you knew that was wrong. It shouldn't have taken so long to get back. You should have been back already. Somewhere along the line you had either taken a wrong turn or missed a turn but you found yourself wandering aimlessly. It was too quiet out here, not even sounds of nighttime creatures reaching your ears. If there were anything out there with you, they’d probably hear you in a heartbeat. You’d just have to hope that there wouldn’t be any runners or stalkers or worse - clickers. You were glad you’d remembered to stash an extra knife in your boot and still had the shotgun slung across your back. You’d never taken one on your own, but you figured you could manage. You were going to have to. 

But you just hoped that you wouldn’t come across everything. You’d just camp out in one of the abandoned buildings you’d found until daybreak and then make your way back. That seemed like the most logical and smart thing to do. 

You went to check the front door of the building and, naturally, it was locked. Luckily there was an open window nearby that you figured you could use to get in. Hopefully that was a good sign that nothing else was able to get in either. You jumped the little bit of distance that you needed in order to climb up, catching your hands on the window sill and pulling yourself up. You managed to get in, but suffered a less than graceful landing as you plopped on the ground. And…managed to roll your ankle in the process. 

“Fuck,” you cried, clutching at your ankle in pain as you tried to stifle your whimper. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you slowly sat up and tried to massage the pain in your ankle away, “shit, damn it. Fuck!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you slapped a hand over it to try and keep any further sound at bay. You sat still, and listened for a few moments to make sure you didn’t hear anything. After a few tense, still minutes had passed, you relaxed; it didn’t seem like anything was there with you. 

Crawling towards the corner, you made yourself as small as possible, sitting with your back against the concrete wall, and hugging your knees to your chest. Anything to make yourself as small and unimposing as possible. It was probably a stupid idea to sleep, alone and vulnerable, but it had been a long day and you needed some rest. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier and before you knew it you had succumbed to sleep’s siren call.

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By the time your eyes opened up, heavy and dry, it was the morning. Daylight was streaming inside the room and you let out a relieved, but shaky sigh. You’d made it through the night. That in and of itself was a good sign that you’d make it back. It was safer in the light and you might even meet someone from Jackson on the way back. 

As you tried to stand up, you quickly remembered what had happened. The stabbing pain your ankle causing you to yelp as you leaned against the wall, using it to help support yourself. Okay, okay, okay - this was going to be trickier than you thought but you’d be able to get yourself out of there. Your survival instinct was stronger than that.

But before you could do anything or plan anything else you heard it. It was your name being called out in the distance. Gooseflesh erupted all over your skin as you tried to pick out the voice. It came closer and closer and it didn’t take long to figure out who it was. Joel. It made your heart jump before you remembered what had happened. You could just - fuck it. You needed him to survive and while you were stubborn among a whole lot of other things, you were willing to put aside. 

“Joel!” you held onto the sill so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. You poked your head outside and looked around until you found him a short distance away, “Joel.”

He stopped at the sound of your voice, and you could see the evident relief that washed over his features. He jogged over to you, and you offered him a tentative, nervous little smile. He shook his head when he realized that you were safe, running a hand through his dark hair. Joel exhaled slowly before looking at you, a hard glint to his, “do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you rolled your eyes lightly.

“This isn’t a game,” his voice sounded between annoyed, worried, and relieved all at once. He reached over and gently touched your face, his hand resting on your cheek, “you thought you could just go off on your own and find your way back? You couldn’t even do that. I got back and you weren’t there. Do you even know what I thought? I-I…”

“I’m okay,” you promised, putting your hand on top of his and giving it what you hoped was a reassuring little squeeze. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking up at the blue sky. It was almost funny in a way; if you looked up, staring into the bright blue sky, it almost seemed like nothing was wrong and the world was as it had always been, “look at me, please. Joel.”

“I thought something had happened,” he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes met yours. There was a hard edge to them, but they were still soft, “I thought I’d fucking lost you.”

“You came back,” you took his hand in yours, admiring the feeling of his calloused fingers against your surprisingly soft skin, “you came back for me.”

“Of course I did,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “that was never a question. You should have just come with me and none of this would have happened. You stubborn, foolish girl.”

“You…” it all seemed so trivial and silly now. Now that he was back and had come for you, “I…’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just left. Not with my sense of direction.”

“I’m sorry too,” he admitted and you raised an eyebrow in surprise. That was not what you had been expecting to hear. Joel Miller was a hard man and he didn’t generally didn’t experience situations in which he had to apologize, “I shouldn’t have said the things I did.”

“I shouldn’t have just assumed that you and I were…anything,” your voice dropped as you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to well up, “it was stupid of me and ended up causing both a lot of trouble.”

“You are extremely important to me,” his voice was gentle when it broke the silence that had fallen over the two of you. You couldn’t help the small smile that ticked up the corners of your mouth, “even if I didn’t make it seem like it. We’ll…figure it out, okay? But I want you to know that…I…”

“I know,” you did know. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey, exactly what was going through his mind. It was the same thing you were still scared to say, “me too, Joel.”

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “c’mon. Let’s get you back home and we can…go from there.”

“There’s, um…just a small issue with that,” you put on a sheepish smile as Joel looked at you expectantly, “when I found this place last night - the door was locked. I didn’t want to make too much noise so I didn’t try to force it open. Instead, I climbed in through the window.”

“I can get you out of the window-”

“I hurt my ankle.”

“Of course you did.”

“Joel-”

“It’s always something with you,” he tutted at you, but there wasn’t any anger or malice behind the sound, “what am I going to do with you, huh?”

“Keep me around because I keep you on your toes?” you tried and he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. You looked at him with a gentle smile, “can you help get me out of here?”

“Of course,” he promised, “sprained or broken?”

“I dunno,” you looked at the swollen joint and grimaced, “I think just sprained. But I’m not a doctor so…”

“Kid,” affection laced the nickname that he liked to tease you with. He came closer to the window and held his arms out to you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, letting him tug you closer to his body before he picked you up and swung you through the window. You thought he would set you down, but he didn’t. Instead he held to you his chest, “you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” before you could stop yourself you kissed him tenderly on his scruffy cheek, “thank you for coming back for me.”

“I’ll always come back for you,” he promised and you knew he meant it, “always.”

“I know,” you hugged him tightly, “me too. I mean, if the situation were ever reversed. Which I doubt it would be, but you know, the sentiment is there.”

“I know, Kid,” you could feel the laughter vibrating in his chest, “I know."