#not domestic per brain rot

[iamthecomet]

Have some Per that just screams domestic home life.

He just seems like he would love picking out curtains, and washing dishes, and cooking with his partner

OKAY BYE, LOVE U ❤️‍🔥

CAIT PLEASE.

pleeassssee. I'm curling up next to him on that couch. right into his arm. putting my head on his shoulder. I am never leaving. I live here now. I cannot handle domestic Per. I CANNOT. holy shit I love you so much.

thank you. thank you. thank you. FUCK.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fake/Pretend Relationship

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The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer) translations available in multiple languages

with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, fake dating for reasons, Meeting the Family, There Was Only One Bed, Casual Domesticity, wwx is oblivious in more ways than one, 'this fic is like emotional edging’, this comment sums up the entire fic)

The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romantic Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Deaf LWH, Christmas)

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Modern, JC mooning over WQ, getting wrecked sexually, WWX's single brain cell, Practice Kissing)

caught in the sugar by occultings (microcomets) (E, 13k, WangXian, Modern, Fake/Pretend Relationship, fake FWB, Workplace Retreats, Drinking Games, Humor, some blink-and-miss-it wwx-flavored comphet during the sex scene, LWJ dicking WWX down so hard he sees shrimp colors, as per usual, the hero’s journey to answer the call of being a bottom, Barebacking, First Time)

Close to the Truth by Winglesss (M, 14k, WangXian, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Ugly Holiday Sweaters, Romantic Comedy, Modern, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Homophobia, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

we don't need to talk about it by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 48k, WangXian, Modern, Fake Dating, the slimmest of premises, there was only one bedroom, There Was Only One Bed, kissing to prove you're dating, being idiots to prove you're dating, they're idiots your honor, Pining while fucking)

like a magpie and a ring by martyrsdaughter (E, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Case Fic, Ghosts, Horror, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Tenderness, Feelings Realization, Demonic Cultivation, Lust Potion/Spell, the wangxian "he can't stand me" to "let's get married" speedrun, Riding, Come as Lube, Dom/sub Undertones, Dubious Consent, of the undernegotiated cnc variety, Face-Sitting, Dry Humping, Creampie, Marathon Sex)

The Epic Lie of the Yiling Laozu and His Wife by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 9k, WangXian, WWX/WQ, JGY/NMJ, WWX & WQ pretend A-Yuan is theirs, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Misunderstandings, Lies, Jealousy, A really tiny bit of jealous LWJ and JC, Assisted reproduction (mentions of insemination with talismans and other things), Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied Mpreg if you squint at the end, or it could a surrogate baby, or a breastfeeding talisman, yiling wei, WWX Has a New Golden Core, More like a red core, BAMF WWX, Canon Divergence, dialogue heavy in some parts, A little angst, Switch LWJ)

Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, One-Sided JC/WWX, One-Sided JC/LSZ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Canon Divergence, LSZ is raised by WWX, WWX still dies sorry, Revenge, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dark LSZ, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Torture, Not JC Friendly, JC's Canonical 13 Years Murder Spree, BAMF LSZ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LSZ Gets to Go Apeshit)

Plus One by nirejseki (G, 2k, WangXian, NHS & WWX, WIP, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Canon Divergence, Scheming)

🔒 the tragic and entirely true story of the romance between the yiling patriarch and his wife, most renowned doctor of her generation by ravenditefairylights (T, 18k, WangXian, WWX & WQ, LSZ & WWX, Major Character Death, Non-Linear Narrative, Post-Canon, but also during canon, Character Study, Canon Temporary Character Death, excessive use of personal headcanons, Baby LSZ, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Oblivious WWX, Rumors, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Heteronormativity, Fake Marriage, Chronic Pain, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining)

雙喜臨門: double happiness at your door by besanii (T, 57k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Fox Prince WWX, Dragon Prince LWJ, Immortals, Xianxia, Romance, Developing Relationship, Three Lives Three Worlds AU, Love Confessions, Oblivious, Weddings)

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[ariseur]

OMG ONG OMG hi!!!. can i request an arthur morgan x reader whrre its like all domestic fluff snd all sweet like tooth rotting sweet idk 😞 u can do whatever u want like as long as arthur is ok and happy and reader is there to kiss him im ok. BUT IF U DONT WANT OR LIKE IT ITS FINE !!! Soueheheh 😢😢

you squinted at the bright golden light of dawn, the golden beams immediately waking you up once you lifted your head from its position in the crook of arthur’s neck. the birds’ melodic chirps filled the air besides distant chattering of a few camp members nearby, ms. grimshaw even starting to roam around as you could practically see the cogs in her head ticking while she contemplated waking the girls up for their daily chores.

you let out a small whine before lolling your head back down and plopping it on arthur’s broad shoulder. you wouldn’t be bothered to do chores today, maybe you’d ask dutch to send you on a job later today. if he was feeling generous enough to let you get a word in, that is.

a gravelly rumble shook you out of your thoughts though as you looked up to see arthur chuckling. a hand came up to smooth his hair back as his eyes fluttered open. you took in all of his features in that second ( as per usual ) — every blemish, every scar, every pore, even that little spot on his chin that the hair wouldn’t grow just as right whenever he had cleaned up and shaved. he was him, and that’s all you could’ve asked for.

his eyes blinked open while his hand came up to rest upon your lower back, his thumb rubbing small circles on the exposed skin that peeked out from under your undergarments. arthur’s lips split into a small smile as you quirked a brow. “what’re you laughing at?” you asked, even giving a meager huff as his laughter started to get to you, too.

he shook his head amusedly and waved a hand dismissively as he looked up at you, atop his chest as you bobbed with his unsteady breaths. once he had finally done snickering to himself, he looked back down at you with a content smile. “nothin’,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “someone must’ve gotten a good night’s rest ‘s all ‘m sayin’.”

you groaned, your eyes scrunching shut as your hand came up to feel your hair, the tangles in your strands sticking out every which way. you leaned over to arthur’s nightstand ( or more so a barrel ), ignoring the wheeze he let out when your elbow dug into his ribs a little too hard as you reached for the small mirror he used when he shaved.

you blinked once, then twice and adjusted to the light before tilting the glass down and examining yourself. you sighed while you confirmed that your hair was, indeed, messy — and that caused another chuckle to erupt from arthur, his chest shaking. you smacked his shoulder to which he laughed even harder.

“yeah, yeah. laugh it up.” you muttered. you placed the mirror back down as you made sure to intentionally dig your arm into arthur’s chest in the process. “‘m just saying.” he said.

by now, you’re sure charles and bill had to at least have stirred in their sleep as their tent was parallel to yours, only a few feet away from you. someone must’ve heard you, you thought. but it didn’t really matter. moments like these were rare — sweet, domestic moments where you didn’t feel like fearing that the next moment you could be shot or arrested simply from trying to ride into town.

and your previous suspicions were right as you heard soft footsteps on the grass behind you, quick ones at that. arthur gestured his head upwards to signal that someone was behind you, only for you to crane your head to look at ms. grimshaw.

she quirked a brow at your position before her voice broke the peaceful banter of the morning. arthur didn’t pay much mind, scratching at his beard while he looked at you glaring at the woman while you gave sleepy responses, making sure to exaggerate the fact that you ‘just woke up’. his brain only managed to chime in on your guys’ conversation once ms. grimshaw had said, “i suggest you start with your chores for the day. we could certainly use the help ‘round here — that goes for you too, mister morgan.”

he gave a low hum in affirmation as you both watched her walk away. you pouted as he looked back at you, giving you a gaze that you knew all too well. unfortunately, this mundane moment had to come to a halt and needed to be set for another day.

“you heard ‘er,” arthur said. he lightly smacked your thigh, bordering on the soft plump of your ass before you felt him shift under you. “up you go.”

“so handsy,” you huffed, “i never knew you were so crass, mister morgan.”

“watch it.”

𐙚 taglist ; @maskedteaser ( guys ples join the taglist i’m sure these people r annoyed of being the only ones being tagged for these 😞🙏🙏)

𐙚 requests are closed — june twelfth, 2024

[kerokreature]

Some Sinclair Headcannons because I have brain rot

These are Sinclair Brothers and Reader who cooks for them a lot

Enjoy

Bo

Absolutely lost his shit when he found out you know how to cook and cook well because of his little domestic fantasy

Begs you too cook for him and the family like. “Please Darlin’ can you make another pot roast.” “Please sweetheart can you just fix me something and bring it down into town?”

He’s a southern boy, which means you will absolutely absolutely be making him shit like okra? But especially since this Louisiana he’s going to lose it when you make things like Jambalaya, Crayfish, Étouffée etc

If you bake on top of it he’s gonna lose his shit.

Like I think he kinda subtly has a sweet tooth and especially likes snacks

So if you like bake cookies or something he can just munch on during the day? Game fucking over.

He’s going to be such a flirt when you’re cooking or baking

He’s going to be downright dirty bab out it

Regardless of gender he’s going to call his little house wife, emphasis on his.

He’s the most likely to gift you his mom’s old recipe cards

Lester

Coming in with the excited “Shit you can cook too!?”

Loves anything you make

Prepare to work with some road kill, boy straight up said it’s a waste of meat

But road venison is good as hell, you’re gonna be making deer steaks 10/10

He’ll be so gentle about his requests. “My possum do you think it’d be too much trouble to make some soup”

When you make it he’ll shower you in praise and gentle kisses, he’d be so excited, he would eat every bite

He’d be over excited if you ever packed him a lunch like

He’d just give you that big lop sided grin, turn those soft eyes on you and kiss your forehead. He’d be so so touched

He’s a good respectful southern boy so he wouldn’t go in your kitchen while you’re cooking.

If you also bake boy would he be excited, I picture him losing his mind for cakes especially

Like a rich chocolate cake that’s really spongy and some coffee?? Oh yeah that’s the life

Vincent

He would think it’s beautiful that you cook

He would love to watch you cook, he’d likely sketch you doing so

I feel like he’d bring you cookbooks and recipe cards

He’d be so delicate if you let him help, carefully handing you herbs and spices and watching the perfect mixture you’re creating

Even if you’re a chaotic ass cook (see: author) he’d think you’re perfect, that it’s even more of an art form that you can be so messy and make perfect food

He wouldn’t ever allow you to say something didn’t turn out right. You are not allowed to doubt your cooking, your art . He won’t have it.

He’d be gentle in shushing you, sighing at you that it’s perfect, and he’d make sure you saw him eat every last bite.

I don’t think he’d request things per se unless you asked him what he wanted and then he’d probably sign his response after some thought.

He’s shower you in affection over what you make him, and likely make you something as a gift in return

He doesn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as the other two but he’d still love if you bake

I think his favorite would be Beignets.

[icarus-does-fall]

It's short an stupid but it fixed the brainrot <3

The hannigram fic idea that suddenly started rotting in my brain<33

I love these two crazy mfers a totally normal and reasonable amount

Somewhere in season 2 ig but like also just sorta an AU lmao

I need hannigram domestic bliss (except they're still crazy<3)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Will had once again been arrested and then set free because of over lying factors. It was becoming something of a pattern with Will being framed and then coincidently let go because another killer took the fall.

Hannibal, was of course the one still setting up Will, afterall he did stab Will only to moments later confess his love, but he'd be damned if other people kept saving *his* boy.

It was clear these two had a… problematic relationship but Hannibal knew how to be domestic on occasion, and these were one of those occasions.

After stabbing Will and begging for forgiveness while confessing his love, he immediately fled to Italy. Not long after did Will find him, they always knew where the other was. *Somehow*.

So of course Will found himself in Hannibals Italian Villa and one morning Hannibal and Will ended up in the kitchen together, Hannibal was cooking breakfast and Will was being a casual menace.

“William, please put the knives down, I need them to dice the chives.”

“Or I keep holding them, and try to stab you when you get too close.”

Hannibal sighed and continued to prep the needed ingredients for breakfast. “I have already apologized for that, must you keep it over my head forever?”

“No I don't have to, but it's nice seeing you squirm with guilt every time I mention it. More convenient than a gun this early in the morning too.” :3

Hannibal merely gave Will a slightly annoyed look as he took the Knife out of his hands and then kissed Will on the nose before going back to finish breakfast. Will bluescreenned for a moment, while yes Hannibal had admitted his feelings open affection from the man was still a strange concept.

“You're an impossible puzzle to solve Will.”

“Yeah- Anyway whats for breakfast?”

“We have caramelized french toast with a mixed berry compote for your child like behaviours, and I have a fiddlehead omelet with bacon and a homemade salsa.”

“That sounds- Hey wait a minute, I'm not childlike! I'm an FBI agent who have taken care of himself the majority of his life.”

“William, you point a gun at me whenever you want to get your way and pout whenever you remember your dogs are still in the states without you. Furthermore you pout whenever you don't get your way.”

To even further prove Hannibals point, Will pouted as his behaviours were pointed out one by one. The down side of living with and liking a psychiatrist, you tend to get psychoanalysied without your permission.

“Just shut up and make your breakfast already-”

Hannibal smiled smugly as he turned back towards the stove. A few minutes later breakfast was done and plated, Will sat at the bar, causing Hannibal to scowl from his place at the table. He mightve been a cannibal but he still had table manners.

Hannibal silently glared at Will, trying to will Will into sitting at the table. It eventually worked but not in the way Hannibal wanted. Instead of sitting nicely Will was sitting cross legged in one of the chairs and was breaking almost every table etiquette rule there was. But at least he was at the table.

“William…”

“I haven't done anything!”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you quite positive about that William?”

“Uh… yes?”

Hannibal nodded disapprovingly and continued to eat in silence, now Will wasn't nervous per say but he definitely was a little on edge from Hannibals reactions. Knowing his luck he'd end up with an ear in his mouth again while he slept.

Besides that one incident the two had a fairly calm and casual morning. Will did the dishes as Hannibal cleaned the table, after the chores were done the two ended up on the couch together watching some nature documentary that Will liked.

“You know this isn't going to last forever right? If I found you Jack is eventually gonna show up at the door too-”

Hannibal nodded, absent-mindedly pulling Will in closer to his side. “I am well aware of Jack Crawford's efforts to find me but I have ways to delay the inevitable for now.”

Will was about to say something else but Hannibal cut him off with a kiss, even going as far to bite down on Wills lip until it bled- The might have started to be a little more than civil but that didn't mean Hannibal didn't have issues anymore.

A gasp and a soft moan slipped past his lips as Hannibal kissed and bit him. Yet he returned the kiss with a similar fever leading to him tugging on Hannibals shirt, only to then he pulled away from.

A coy looking Hannibal smiled as he looked at Wills flushed face. “Don't get carried away now William, we still have a documentary to finish watching.”

[inklores]

domestic miguel headcanons that rot my brain <3

⁎⋆ miguel has definitely gone four days without eating once. whether it's a dismissive assertion that he is able to do so with his enhanced dna or is expected to sacrifice niceties as the leader of a sprawling spider society, he won't stop until he's finished his work for the day (or night). no doubt when jess finds out, she programs lyla to send her an alert when miguel misses more than one meal per day so she can personally grab him by the ear and demand he drinks some water.

⁎⋆ he likes stimulating games, when he has the time for it. chess + checkers with lyla as his partner (anybody else would be an easy win in his opinion), but he prefers other games more. newspaper sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, crosswords. anything that requires a bit of mental tinkering and keeps his brain busy.

⁎⋆ wears cozy slippers with his suit when he’s working after seeing how comfy peter b. looks. lyla has pictures.

⁎⋆ he adamantly takes his coffee black. anything lighter and it doesn't keep him roused the way he needs it to. he’s a keurig in a mug type of guy. definitely has a cup that reads “ok but first… coffee” on it.

⁎⋆ his love language is physical touch. miguel is a man of few words. he knows he comes off as uncaring and frigid. always task-oriented. never candid or emotional. his mind knows no bounds but his thoughts always tangle on his tongue. instead, he prefers little gestures. a gentle scrape of his knuckles against a shoulder, a hand on a shoulder, a pat on the back and a rare grunt of approval. i can see him doing that thing where he cups a waist when he has to get by.

⁎⋆ on the rare occasions he gets sick, this man turns into a CHILD. one, he's mad he can't work as efficiently. two, he hates feeling weak and vulnerable. he feels he has to compensate for his lapse in ability and over-works himself to the marrow, forcing lego spider-man to secretly plant an A/V bug in his residential unit that peter b. nicknamed "the baby monitor."

⁎⋆ he likes the soothing security of weighted blankets. after holding the multiverse together, it's nice to be held by something.

⁎⋆ he has chronic migraines and aches as a result of his photosensitivity. hence, some perpetual aggression sinking into his bones. it's why his laboratory is usually dark and his computer monitor displays a warm orange tint to reduce strain.

⁎⋆ he likes reading but doesn't always have time for it. he really likes periodicals and journals that most spider-people would find too boring to read, making him feel more intellectually superior.

⁎⋆ after jess disclosed her pregnancy, miguel began drafting plans for a daycare in hq. no heads-up, no formal dedication, just a casual renovation for a totally unprovoked child-caring facility. sure, it wasn't canonical for spiders to successfully start a family, but if they could... miguel knew firsthand that it had to be protected. for jess and her kid, and yes, peter b. and mayday. though he had a knack for charring some fried nerves, peter b. once inquired about the bizarre construction and upon finding out, he smiled, and never brought it up to miguel.

⁎⋆ he's such a present and absent dad to the younger members of his squad. yeah, he indulges pavitr in some vada pav and chai and weathers a verbose tangent about his latest save or his girlfriend but he also curls his lip at hobie's "screech" (AKA guitar riffs) and mutters about his piercings.

⁎⋆ he's really good at styling girls' hair. nothing too crazy, of course, but out of all the ponytails that swished around on the soccer field, gabriella's was always the most in-tact after a game. one mom even asked miguel if he could tie her daughter's hair similarly. he got so cocky after that.

⁎⋆ he goes to the strength & conditioning gym really early in the morning. like really early. people speculate that he’s nocturnal. but the gym is most likely empty then and miguel prefers that. he also works out to unwind, especially when he’s stressed tf out. and he’s always stressed, hence, big man bod.

⁎⋆ the spiderman 2099 burger was a birthday gag gift from peter b. but miguel secretly liked it so much, that it was no secret it stayed on the commissary menu.

⁎⋆ the first time his fangs extended after the spider gene splicing accident, he cut through his gum and lip and has a small scar there now.

⁎⋆ college age!miguel was so arrogant. girls thought it was charming but he was really, genuinely smart and had a job at alchemax already lined up before he graduated. he was probably popular. cocky, sarcastic, daddy-issues latino man with a big brain and big everything, c’mon.

⁎⋆ he snores really loud. he has those “dad sneezes” that sound like the whole house is coming down. with all those enhanced-hearing spiders, there have been rumors of a loose feral animal when miguel takes a nap or has allergies.

⁎⋆ when he’s not stressed and angry, miguel is tired and nerdy. he has a whole degree in genetics and worked as the head scientist at alchemax, i KNOW he is just as much of a dork as the other spiders.

⁎⋆ peter b. made fun of his airfoil cape once. “spider-man doesn’t wear a cape!” miguel still doesn’t forgive him and he def won’t forget it.

© danysclouds. — all rights reserved, writing belongs to gena.

[peachymilkandcream]

Ready or Not|Part 10 (Finale)|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The end is here, I hope you guys liked this little extending of Break Me Slowly, or sequel, whatever you want to call it. I wasn't prepared to let them go just yet and I had to trick you guys in the beginning :) As per usual, you can still 100% recommend these two for oneshots, headcanons, or questions. Besides, in the future I will be doing more with them, probably an AU series if it hasn't already been chosen by polls. I hope you guys enjoyed my silly little story!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi could've beaten, kissed, ridiculed, or fucked his wife in that moment. She was the same as she had always been, stubborn, beautiful, everything he was not while also being just like him. All this rebellion hadn't changed who she was deep down.

Mrs. Evelyn Ackerman.

"Give me my son right now-" She forces out, fear making her entire body tremble.

"It's over Evelyn, you know I'd never let you get away with this, quit fighting already and let's go home."

"I'll never go back with you, all the suffering you caused-"

"I caused? You've done enough yourself sweetheart."

She scoffs. "Really, comparing me to you? That's low even for a monster like yourself."

"If the shoe fits princess. All those bodies in our basement aren't mine, besides, I saw your little project in that apartment of yours."

If possible she paled more. "That was- I had to-"

"And everyone I killed was for you or because of you."

"Don't you dare blame me for that-"

"Face it. All those men who you complained tried to come too near you, everyone who bothered you or threatened our relationship? Disposed of, because I care about you more than anyone else in this world. Your little friends the Azumabitos? Your selfishness turned any of them I could get my hands on into a stinking heap of rotting corpses."

"You didn't-"

"You don't know what I would do for you my dear, the lengths I would go to. All to make sure you're my happy wife. Now move your ass and let's go home."

"I won't, all of this, all of this sacrifice, it won't be for nothing-"

"Are you really going to let even more people die for your own selfishness? Because more will, Strecker is already being tortured as we speak for her role in your defiance. Her little friend might end up the same way. Because of you. Are you really going to sacrifice all of them to live a foolish dream?"

Evelyn felt numb, he was right, it was all her fault. All of this was her fault. Her mind was a mess, she didn't even notice Levi leading her on, packing her important things, and then taking her onto a waiting ship.

She had failed, this was her last attempt to be free of him. This had failed, she would never be free. Life was easier when she just accepted her role, besides, her son only wanted his father, not her. To give her children the best life possible it was with this man, her only chance at happiness was to bend to his desires and then she would have a good life too.

No matter how much she tried to run from it she would always be Mrs. Ackerman.

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As much as Levi wanted to punish her for her trespasses, he kept his temper in check by following Erwin's advice.

"It seems that relying solely on being rigid makes her rebel and do crazy stunts like this. My advice? Be kind to her, as kind as you can be."

Levi looked disgusted. "That's your plan. Be nice to her? She won't respect me."

"I didn't say not to be firm, but if you are a perfect husband then she'll trick her brain into questioning why she left in the first place when you're so good to her. I guarantee she'll never try this again."

Levi hated to listen to his Commander, but it was worth a try, at the end of the day if she rebelled more he could return to his brutality.

"Alright fine. I'll do it your way."

He was sweet and loving the whole trip, treating her like a child. Acting disappointed in her but never truly showing his anger. Being so gentle she didn't fight as he brought her to his bed and reminded her who she belonged to.

Evelyn's lack of emotions was mostly still due to disbelief that he had actually found her, coming to grips with the guilt over causing so much death because of her pipe dream. She'd get over it eventually, she'd need to step up and be a proper mother, not letting these ridiculous emotions getting in the way of her responsibility.

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Not long after bringing her back into her old life, Evelyn gave birth a second time, to a daughter they named Isabel. Levi was determined to have enough children to pay homage to each of those closest to him, either dead or alive. The thought of how many children that could be made Evelyn fill with dread, but she bared it, this really was to be her life. Nothing could stop Levi from having his way now. She must get used to it.

Lili still looked at Evelyn with guilt whenever the two passed by on the street. One holding the hand of her lover, the other possessively guarded.

But the physician didn't care enough to step in again. She still bore scars of Levi's rage, and the safety of those she loved was not worth that of a woman who's fate was like all those around her. Still, she felt bad whenever Evelyn walked by with her ever-growing family.

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Years had passed, and Evelyn's stoic nature about her marriage had softened. Levi was as rigid as ever, but she had learned to cater to his moods, and accepted punishment when she deserved it. Her plan originally upon coming back was to constantly get pregnant to avoid pain, but after hours of Levi on top of her breeding her again and again, she had come to look forward to it.

Now he cared for her needs, making her feel more excitement than any other of the women in their social circles. She was proud, arrogant, she was an Ackerman. An equal to the most powerful man on earth.

Those who had judged their humble beginnings cowered in fear at the brutality and cold exterior of the impenetrable couple unit. Everyone said Evelyn had changed, becoming just like her husband, unbearably cruel but with the wealth, power, and status to get away with it.

Any who dared to stand up to them or look deeper into their family life met a swift end. The couple turning it into a competition who got to their victim first. Most had a feeling about what happened, but the government didn't dare touch them, the backhanded deals funding their new weapons.

They were on top of the world.

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"I don't understand it Evelyn, you used to make such wild claims about what Levi would do to you. Now you use your last name with pride. What changed?"

Her bright red lipstick stained the tea cup. "If you have power. Use it darling. Levi is a heartless bastard, but so am I. We truly are made for each other. I couldn't imagine life any other way."

The woman scoffs. "But you can't love him."

"No. You squawking hens "love" your husbands. I adore mine. He is everything to me. Do you understand that feeling? I would die for him, kill for him. And he for me. I am so deeply in love with him if you continue to spew your bullshit I'll slit all your throats."

She stands and sets down her cup, smoothing out her skirts. "Now if you'll excuse me. I promised my husband I'd meet him outside by now, thank you for tea."

Evelyn leaves them all standing there, stepping out and getting into the carriage where her husband waits.

"Did you have a nice time?"

"As nice as could be expected."

"So as usual then, I have to find you a new ladies group."

"Most likely. Although I'm sure some of them have a thing for being degraded since they keep coming back."

He chuckles. "I'm sure."

"One thing I am curious about."

"And that is?"

"That day, Kenny left, he said something to you, about me. What did he say?"

"Why does that matter after all this time?"

"Just curiosity, I'm pregnant and in a bad mood, humor me."

He sighs. "He told me to watch out for you. To protect you at all costs, even at the risk of my own life. That from now on we only had each other and we were inseparable. Even back then he could tell that I loved you, and he told me to love you fiercely, because you were a fighter and could only be loved intensely or you'd fly away."

"If he saw you now, would he have believed you took his advice?"

"No. He'd be horrified with how far I've gone to live up to his words. How I twisted them selfishly and don't regret it. And never will regret it. But I can live with that. My love for you goes beyond that."

"I see."

"I love you. Truly and deeply. And because I love you I broke you."

"And because I love you I let myself be broken."

The End

[delirious-donna]

Picture this:

You’re sleeping peacefully in your room, Shikamaru comes home from a week long mission wanting nothing but a shower and to lay down in bed, but as soon as he sees you, peacefully sleeping, the way your face has no concerns what so ever, he can’t help but just stare.

For the first time in forever his mind stops running at 200 miles per hour, and he just feels… content. So he takes all his dirty clothes off, cuddles under the heavy blanket, hugs you from behind and just says “merry me”.

It’s the domestic bliss anon, by the way. As you can tell the Shikamaru brain rot continues.

Aww this is so adorable and soft 😭

I think it’s so sweet that seeing you is what helps his brain settle into a calm state. The marriage proposal is the icing on the cake, I actually think that is likely how he’d do it.

Like he has been thinking about it for months, turned so many different scenarios and outcomes over in his mind. It’s been driving him crazy and he’s lost sleep over it. For it to be murmured so casually as he crawls into bed, you’re fuzzy from sleep and warm from his body. It’s just perfect.

The best way to show you how much he loves and cherishes you.

[the-kr8tor]

Welcome to Katy's Apothecary!

-closed- thank you for participating!

Check out the event Masterlist here!

Ill? Need a pick me up? I've got the potions just for you! *May or may not cause more ailments *The potioneer is not liable for any injuries or deaths that will occur from various cures.

It's my one year anniversary writing here! To celebrate I've concocted an event to spice things up a bit ❤️

Event is open to everyone who wants to participate! Drabble Requests are open from now until July 15th (as always all remaining unwritten requests will still be written even after the event ends and the unwritten ones from the last batch of reqs will still be written)

Characters I will write for: Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk, Jason Todd, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dream of the endless.

Quick rules:

Please limit your request to two per person due to the influx of requests. (So I don't get overwhelmed)

Drabble requests only.

Please check my main rules before requesting.

-Choose the right ingredients for your needs!-

🩷 Baby's breath— Have baby fever? Do I have the right flower for you to chew on! (May cause baby fever to double in temperature) *For dad! Hobie request/ Billie and Ramona AU. Or for any dad! Character request*

🩷 Bitter Orange— Want to bring back someone from the dead? This one is right for you! (May cause the undead to bite and have a thirst for brains) *For any character Zombie AU request*

🩷 Lavender— Have a crush on your best friend but have no idea if they reciprocate your feelings? Try this one! *Choose this one for any Thread the Needle request*

🩷 Epsom Salt— Seasick? Have a bout of scurvy? Have this one in your morning tea! *For any BDAS or Pirate! Hobie (or any character) request*

🩷 Rose Hips— Fae following you around? The fae being all mischievous and playful? Try to bite on this one! *For any The fall or Fae! Hobie (or any Fae! character) request*

🩷 Flax Seeds— Got kicked by a horse? Shot to bits by an outlaw? Take this five times a day! *For any cowboy! Character requests* (No OPIN specific requests please since the series isn't done yet)

🩷 Sea Clay— Seduced by siren song and now you can't get rid of their beautiful song in your head? Plug this in your ears! *For Mermaid AU request*

🩷 Star Anise— Want to be the most famous person in town? Have a chug at this! *For any actor AU requests*

🩷 Bentonite— Have a little creature that scratched you? maybe give them more treats? No? That didn't work? In the meantime, rub these on your forehead with some bandages for it. *For any cat (crowley, teacup and crumpet), pet or Blob AU requests*

🩷 Elder berries— People telling you you're not mature enough? Try my aging potion! (May have the side effect of it being permanent) *For any older! Hobie (or any older! character) AU*

🩷 Garlic cloves— Vampire bite? Uh, have some garlic? *For vampire! Hobie (Or In pursuit of blood Hobie) (or any vampire! Characters)

🩷 Arrowroot— Feeling like you're being watched? Eat this to grow an eye on the back of your head! *For any spy AUs or Mr and Mrs smith AU*

🩷 Cardamom— Homesick? Nostalgic for the home you once had? Rub this all over your chest for that quick relief! *Domestic AU, Boyfriend! Hobie, lovestruck! Hobie (or any character)*

-Already chosen your ingredients? Now for the fun part!-

❣️ Heart shaped bottle for some lovey dovey side effect that will have you giggling and your teeth rotting from sweetness! *Fluffy Req*

⭐ Star shaped bottle for some hurt comfort.

💧 Tear shaped bottle when you want to cry and have your chest hurting. (Cannot be applied to baby's breath)

Bonus! (If your req requires one) Specify your reader, *ex: Spider person! R, Fem! R, GN! R, younger! R, Older! R, single parent! R, Vampire hunter! R etc.

IMPORTANT:

Please still add a small scenario to your request.

Ex: Baby's breath for Hobie with ❣️ for the twins’ first day of school please! OR Baby's breath + Garlic cloves for Hobie with ❣️ for when the babies fangs are starting to show please?

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Thank you so much for 1 year of unhinged thoughts and key smashes. And for 1k+ of lovelies! I appreciate every single one of you ❤️ here's to more milestones!! I love you all for real. Words cannot express how much writing and interacting with you all has brought me so much happiness in the past year. Without me finally taking the leap and uploading that first fic I wouldn't have met such amazing people who encouraged me to be a better writer and helped me find my passion again after more than 5 years of writer's block and for that thank you so much from the bottom of my heart (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ —Katy

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[waitdoineedaname]

hey fuckers take this

read on ao3

I wake up at the first crink of morning and my hearts already sinned.

Desc: How pure, how sweet a love, Aretha, that you would pray for him? ‘Cause god knows I fall in love just a little ol little bit every day.

Just a sweet little fic of my boys being sleepy.

Tags: Stucky, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Boyfriends, Love, Idiots in Love, No Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Smut, No Plot/Plotless

The morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains that adorned the windows. They were opened just a crack, enough to allow a slight breeze to pass through and gently sway the curtains.

The same morning sun gently illuminated onto Bucky’s face, making his peaceful expression that much more graceful as he slumbered. And what a sight it was. The tortured and traumatized soldier, finally at peace, resting atop the chest of his loving boyfriend, who’s strong hands were carding through his soft brown locks.

Steve couldn’t help the dopey smile that graced his face, seeing Bucky at ease always did that to him. He wanted nothing more than to have Bucky always be content and happy. He would do everything he could to keep this moment.

While he was conscious, Steve really wasn’t awake yet, per say. His brain still coming back online. All he could think about was Bucky and his gorgeous self. He clung onto Steve’s body even in sleep, never letting him go.

As if Steve would let him.

Steve gently let his head fall back onto the pillow, resting his hand on the nape of Bucky’s neck. A few more minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt, right? Definitely not on a peaceful morning such as this.

The morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains that adorned the windows. They were opened just a crack, enough to allow a slight breeze to pass through and gently sway the curtains.

And in this beautiful morning, two lovers, damaged in their own senses, found peace. If only for just a moment.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey steph!! This might be a specific ask but could u like recommend me some fic thats like slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, and some bottomlock. And please please please let it be long so that it hits the sweet spot of satisfying your fic needs but also not stupidly long. Also I love your blog

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHH I’m glad you enjoy!! I try my best, LOL. 

AHH I’ve SO MANY slow burn fics, it’s ridiculous, and I do have separate lists for bottomlock, so I can direct you to those.... BUT I DON’T HAVE A LIST FOR MY U.S.T. FICS YES. So can I do that??? Please??? ANY EXCUSE TO START A NEW LIST :| Hee hee. Forgive me??? 

AND as per usual, all my fics are in word-count order, so you can start at the bottom and work your way up, hee hee. CHEERS!

As usual, add your own, friends!!

First, here’s the lists you asked for:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

Falling In Love / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. || [MOBILE POST] (April 2019)

Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 5 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3

Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. / Falling in Love Pt. 3 (Nov. 2019) 

Slow Burn / Dev Rel. Pt. 4 (Apr 2020)

Bottomlock (April 2019)

Bottomlock Pt 2

And now, check out my UST/URT list :)

UNRESOLVED SEXUAL / ROMANTIC TENSION

The Other Shoe by thewaitwasworthitlove - (NR, 1,053 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst, URT, Post-TSo3) - Sherlock realizes how deep in love he has fallen for John. Only Sherlock Holmes would manage to be more shattered than crystal dropped on concrete.

Clarity by socomessnow (thoughtfulwishing) (NR, 1,283 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Tarmac Scene, Stream of Consciousness, URT, First Person Present Tense, Implied/Referenced Drug Use) - During-and-post-HLV piece tracking Sherlock’s thought process from his phone call with Mycroft to his return to the airfield. Part 1 of Rifts

Untouchable by greengrapegaze (T, 1,368 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-S3, UST/URT, Oblivious John, Lonely Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Emotional Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – “He never would. Petty, childish, immature-bitter. Jealous. She had all that he wanted. All he could never have.” Part 1 of Steps to a Bittersweet Symphony

Love Hurts by Grac3 (T, 2,215 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, Pining Sherlock, One-Sided Pining / URT, Sherlock / John Whump, Angst, Ambiguous Ending) – In a world where someone's physical injuries manifest themselves on the person who is in love with them, John didn't think that there would ever be anyone who was willing to risk falling in love with him - until he got shot on a case, and it didn't hurt. Unrequited Johnlock.

The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna

There's Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) (M, 4,676 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, Love Letters, Angst, Mutual Pining, UST / URT, Dirty Talk) – Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.

You Can't Always Get What You Want by hubblegleeflower (E, 4,804 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Sexual Tension, UST / RST, First Time) – John wants. He always has, but now that he's living with Sherlock again, it's all he can do to hold it back. And Sherlock isn't helping...

Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.

Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w., 1 Ch. || Torchwood Crossover ||  Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

No Light, No Light (in your bright blue eyes) by orphan_account (G, 5,915 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Pining, Songfic, Mutual Unrequited Love, Unresolved Tension, UST/URT) – Relates to both Sherlock's and John's feelings for each other and highlights select moments of hurt and inner turmoil starting from right before the fall all the way to HLV.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3/TAB, Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV, Sherlock’s Pyjamas, Rimming, Wanking) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, POV John, Embarrassed John, Adorable Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you're coiled like a spring and ready to be ... sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don't mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori (G, 7,725 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, UST/URT, Angst, Euthanasia, Love Confessions) – Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.

All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.

Someone I Love by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 10,002 w., 2 Ch. || Canon Compliant, HLV-Filler Fic, Pre-Slash, Jealous John, PIning Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, UST/URT, Dog Tags) – John gets married and Sherlock finds comfort in wearing John's identity tags around his wrist.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

The Five Stages of Mourning, Plus One by SunnyRea (T, 10,557 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, Pining / Grieving Sherlock, URT, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Drug Use, Graphic Death, Depression, Unhappy Ending) – Sherlock did not want this, did not want another stalemate with John in the middle, a gun in Jim's hand. This cannot have happened without a sign. There has to be something he missed anything which said today is the day I kill for real.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., 1 Ch. || UST/RST, For an Experiment) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.

I'm content as we are (but) by inqui (The_Circus) (E, 13,086 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, UST/RST, Pining, Victor Trevor, Minor Whump, First Kiss / Time, Misunderstandings) – In which John Watson sees something unusual, becomes jealous, and makes too much of a small thing as an old friend of Sherlock's shows up in the middle of a case.

Say For Me, Love by MirabileLectu (T, 13,147 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Drama, Pining John, Victor Trevor) – If you had asked John this morning what the result of his quiet afternoon at home would be, discovering a truth about Sherlock's past startling enough to shift the foundations of their friendship would not have been his first guess. So naturally, that was what was bound to happen.

Barricade by stitchy (M, 14,127 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix It, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending, UST, Mary’s Not Nice, First Time, Pining Sherlock, Time Skip Filler, Drunkenness) – Sherlock has been struggling to keep his feelings at bay for everyone's sake. Part 1 of Barricade

Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John's divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that...

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w., 1 Ch. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavours) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him. “You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

John Watson doesn't have a Boyfriend by naughtyspirit (E, 18,932 w., 7 Ch. || UST / URT, Fluff & Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation) – John's date has gone very well. Sherlock requires tea. John wishes he hadn't resolved that their relationship was strictly hands off and isn't about to address it. Unless he has to. Smut, fluff and shower time for a naked John Watson.

For you, there's only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w., 7 Ch. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock's part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there's only John.

Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson’s urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is

Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (E, 21,906 w., 20 Ch. || Pining, Love Fairy Irene, Filler Fic, UST/URT, Drug Use, Clueless Sherlock, Relationship Advice, Angst w/ Happy Ending) – Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Masturbation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w., 6 Ch. || Five and Ones, Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Pining John, Showering Together, Couple for a Case, Sherlock’s Bum, Fantasies, Jealous Sherlock) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.

Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) –  Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w., 19 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate's charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

[titan-fodder]

Pairing: Atsushi Sendo x fem!reader

Warnings: alternate universe, timeskip age characters, fluff, some angst, some nsfw chapters, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of mental health struggles, domesticity, author purging her feelings

Note: Read this disclaimer before anything!

This isn’t in chronological order, more like random snapshots varying in length and rating. It’s also my first time experimenting with smau’s (probably just a few texts per chapter, sometimes followed by written drabble). Very much looking forward to this. It’s about to be a labor of love because I have a lot of feelings for Akkun and need to write them out. 

𝓶 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽

key: sfw 💌 ; nsfw 🔥 ; angst 💔

busy brains & boba

↳ in which you have a bad day and Akkun makes it better 💌💔

grief

↳ in which Akkun reminds you grief is not a linear process 💌💔

[actual-fucking-clown]

hi blue!! i saw that you were looking for some nanami ideas and i’ve been thinking about what he’d be like moving into your guys’ first house together forever. ugh nanami brain rot hits different ✋😳

(you don’t have to write anything about this if you don’t want to, i just thought i would share lol <3)

Hello!!!! UGH yes immaculate thought! That’s a recipe for some tasty domestic Nanami shit right there and I’m screaming!!!!

I decided context before moving in would be nice too so have whatever this post is lol. Kinda hc kinda drabble??? who knows but whatever it is I hope you enjoy :)                                     

It’s a big thing, buying a house with someone, so Nanami wants this to be absolutely perfect. We all know that if this man is buying a house it is his dream beach house in Malaysia. Man refuses to settle for anything else so if you’re not a fan of the idea then perish :)

Also you are not buying a house with him until he’s retired from the whole sorcerer gig, mans has his priorities and as if he’s settling for anything else. (He definitely retires rather early)

House hunting takes a while, he’s rather picky with how he thinks things should be but at the end of the day you were able to find something you both loved.

A picturesque remote medium sized beach house is what awaits you in Malaysia and the only thing this man is thinking/talking about as you two pack your things from your previous apartment. He’s so unbelievably excited to be moving and finally getting away from the hectic jujutsu world.

What he wants to do is spend he whole day unpacking. He has an entire schedule and what he wants the house to look like planned out. What you two end up doing is showing up, jet lagged as hell and napping (as per your request) until nightfall. The pair of you wake up and move some things around before you have to make the trek to the nearest town (which happened to be more like a city) and find something to eat. While out you do some quick grocery shopping and then head back home. On the way he makes a remark about getting a car.

That night you two can’t actually be bother to do much so you eat, move a few more things around before you quit for the night. The two of you share a bottle of champagne you had bought earlier while sprawled out on the living room floor and you talk about your future together. 

That night you two sleep on your mattress on the floor.

You get to wake the next morning to a quaint beach paradise and and absolutely gorgeous man so, so far things are going great. Then he insists you spend the whole day doing nothing but unpacking. He’s 100% picky about where he wants everything to go. It’s not the most fun but you don’t mind. It’s far more domestic than you’re used to and a far cry from Nanami’s old life. Moving for him is a well deserved breath of fresh air and god is he glad he gets to do this with you.

You also only agreed to work practically non stop all day because he’d promised to make dinner that night and god I believe that that man is like a fucking Michelin star chef fight me.

At least now that everything’s all unpacked and in it’s proper place you can just relax.

TLDR: moving into your first house with this man is slightly a pain but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 10/10

Hope you enjoyed and I hope you have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!!! :)

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

I never understood vegans opposing eggs. Unlike milk, you dont do anything to get a chicken to lay an egg. They just do it. And if you don't take them the eggs will just rot and get gross.

It depends, anon.

Farm eggs and local eggs are great bc you know the animals are treated fine. It's the cage eggs I think they're protesting, and those animals have truly horrific lives and (where financially possible, although it isn't for everyone) we should aim to buy farm eggs.

Cage eggs are from chickens that live in tiny wire cages, many have the front half of their beaks removed, and only the girls are kept. You don't wanna know what they do to male chicks who are born, it's not good.

You should also be skeptical of the conditions for barn chickens, esp if thebox says a ridiculous amount of animals per metre or hectare. Do they get outside time, and what do they get fed? There's a farm near us which has a dedicated livestream on their chickens for people to see how they are cared for. Next time I get eggs I can share the link, its on the box.

Like any animal that's been domesticated, chickens have been carefully bred for their laying capacity so they do lay a lot of eggs, sometimes several a day.

It's best to ask a farmer about the hens and eggs, but realistically they're a byproduct unless they've been fertilised, and from what I recall of the chickens we had when I was little (and they were rescues so they might have been atypical) they would brood on these eggs until they started to get... smelly.

Unless we gave them ceramic/plastic alternatives to sit on and took the real ones. If there was no other food available, they'd eat their eggs too.

If we should be upset by anything, its the grain-fed cows.

There's a farm that does it in a town I drive past several times a week, and its awful. The animals are packed into this little paddock with no grass, its consistently a muddy churned mass bc urine and rain etc.

I don't know if the persistent muddiness is why there is no grass or if that's deliberate to make sure they only have grain fed. It's just not great, they don't DO anything during the day, just stand there and mill about a bit. As far as I'm aware the RSPCA and other organisations have visited and by the loopholes in laws, they're feeding and caring for the animals, so its fine. At least on a farm or in a paddock they get to do what cows do, and chill most of their life, these guys and grainfeds in other shady little places most likely, aren't getting a lot of that.

Not to mention those awful pig-breeding locations that keep being caught where sows are pinned to the ground by either a head or body restraint to prevent eating a piglet or rolling on one. Like, yikes.

And before anyone brings it up, shearing a sheep is safe. You do not take the whole goddamn skin off for the sake of wool, it's a haircut.

And yes, sometimes the little buggers wiggle about, so they get a nick or two but they naturally produce lannolin, which soothes and protects the cuts. If there's anything we should be angry about, it's the lack of regulations around mulesing and docking (trigger warning for blood, injury and medical proceedures without proper anaesthetics). If we had better protections and rules around animals, perhaps the government would be coerced into subsidising the provision of anaesthics and appropriate tools (medical grade) to farm areas with animals that need docking of tails or mulesing, to keep them safe.

Make no mistake, flystrike is horrific and needs to be prevented at all costs, but there's also a lot of people out there doing things without real training or proper equipment and the animals are the ones who suffer. You wouldn't call a person off the street to do your cosmetic surgery, bc they're not trained.

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Back to the main topic, because my brain works like a whirlpool of little fragments of info:

But good farmers, good producers and people who know their business are out there doing right by their animals. They provide food and care appropriate, handle the removal of excess eggs or honey safely, because it's a business but its also a way of life.

It's when things get industrialised that the time, attention, care and empathy goes out the window. They become a thing in a box to be used and destroyed as soon as it stops making money; not a living thing that needs time, care and attention.

Or something eloquent that explains the point better

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

How about "my family was never the touchy-feely type" and "I just want to be held for a while." Seems fitting for Tony to say considering his history but go with whatever you like best. 😊

I Just Have To Remember

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: General (G) Word Count: ~2k Notes: You always pick the ones that leave a lot of wiggle room. I hope you were looking for tooth rotting fluff, because that’s what I settled on. Thanks for the prompt, friend <3 Warnings: There is a lot of fluff. That’s it.  Summary: 

Peter is a constant source of touch and for a while, it throws Tony off. The realization that affection is the fuel throws him off even more. 

touch starved starters

It took a while, for Tony to be comfortable with all of the open affection that Peter seemed more than willing to give him. When Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood do-gooder came to fight with them against Loki and the power of the tesseract, Tony didn’t think he’d be earning another important person in his life. 

Peter Parker forced his way into Tony’s heart, however – he wanted to be a part of everything the world of being an Avenger could afford him and as the time past, everything Tony had to offer, too.

It started subtly, Peter’s crusade to open Tony up a bit. Tony was quick to understand Peter’s affinity for learning and put him on tasks that needed a little extra care in how they were researched. It was half the fun, watching Peter light up when he found the answer, or get one step closer to being right where they needed him to be. Their time together went from every now and again to most hours of the day – Peter was diligent and could get lost just as easily as Tony could.

Having Peter in the lab came with the added perk of warm coffee every couple of hours. Tony didn’t notice it at first, how often Peter refreshed their cups. It hit him one afternoon when his head was pounding – his fingers a little more hyperactive than he was comfortable with. Picking his head up from the work for the first time in hours, Tony noticed the four empty cups of coffee spread out around the table. “I’m surprised I didn’t have a heart attack,” Tony mumbled, his fingers fusing with the pencil in his hand in an attempt to stop the shake of them.

After that, Tony started to take notice of Peter and the gentle way he plied him with coffee. It happened every couple of hours, Peter left for a few minutes and came back with two cups. He placed his own down by his mess on one side of the table, then came around and placed Tony’s in front of him. The most curious thing about it was the hand that Peter placed on his shoulder. The touch was light – he was obviously trying to keep it on the downlow. Grinning, Tony made sure to say thank you every time Peter did it from that point on.

The squeeze he felt against his shoulder each instance it happened was well worth it.

Every day, Tony lost the needless fight against the chemistry that surrounded him and Peter. Despite what he told himself, Peter was disgustingly perfect for him in all the important ways. Though they were both workaholics, Tony noticed that Peter went out of his way to take care of him – the coffee had only been the start. Where Peter lacked in experience, Tony made up for it in practical knowledge and the ability to provide an easy explanation. It seemed easier to press back against the bond that was inevitably forming; Tony never experienced anything like what he was slowly creating with Peter.

It scared the absolute shit out of him.

As if he could sense that, Peter kept his toe right on the line – Tony wanted to see him as some young kid, but he couldn’t; not when he kept such a tight rein on himself and the situations he navigated so flawlessly. The hand on his arm slowly turned into an arm around his shoulders and Peter’s breath against his ear as they continued to speak about whatever was on the lab table before them. 

Tony held his breath every time it happened, his body afraid to move too fast – the thought of losing the new and devastatingly interesting sensation enough to make him seize up. Peter took to rubbing his fingers against Tony’s shoulder until he relaxed.

Tony could tell that Peter was waiting for him to make the final move – the patience the younger man exhibited was astounding. A huge part of him wanted to say fuck it all and pull him close, Peter made him feel all kinds of safe and sound. Yet, there was still a piece of him that wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea of letting go – being vulnerable never got him anything other than sore feelings and sharp pains of disappointment.

He wondered if maybe talking to Peter about it might help ease some of the anxiety – Tony felt a bit pathetic, trying to formulate the best way to tell the man he was slowly falling for that he didn’t know what affection was and couldn’t decipher the way it made him feel. Shaking his head at the consuming thought, Tony buckled down and forced himself to push Peter from his mind; the execution of that much harder than it should have been.

Later in the lab, Tony waited until Peter brought him his first coffee of the evening and pulled him close, his own arm wrapping around the slim waist and dragging a soft sigh from pink lips. “That’s nice,” Peter mumbled, the hand on Tony’s shoulder gripping him a little tighter. “I know touch is weird for you, but – I like it, the way you feel against me.” Peter didn’t relent, the clench of his hand intensifying as he spoke.

Leaning further into Peter’s side, Tony let himself suck in a deep breath, the smell of Peter’s Lucky Brand cologne and Old Spice body wash making him feel calm. He let silence settle over them before even thinking to speak. “It’s not weird, per say. I’m just not used to it. My family was never the touchy-feely type. Affection is foreign.” He turned his head, his breath hitching a little when he noticed how close they really were.

“I like it from you. You make me feel safe. I’m just – still not used to it. It’s hard to think that you’re just doing it because you want to. I know you are, though – you just want to touch me because you can. Tony let his other arm wrap around Peter, his body turning so they were chest to chest. “I’ll take this, too – if you’re offering,” Tony leaned forward, his nose sliding against Peter’s in a silent question.

There wasn’t any hesitation from Peter, he tilted his head and pressed the softest kiss to Tony’s lips. His arms were solid around his shoulders, the tips of Peter’s fingers digging ever so slightly into the long strands of hair on the back of his neck. Tony lost all semblance of shyness the second Peter’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, the taste of him dizzying, more than enough to help him forget about the worries bogging him down.

Tony clung to Peter when they eventually pulled away, his eyes closed under the heaviness that was reciprocated feelings. The stability of the man holding him up kept the ever present need to spook and run at bay. Peter was nothing like Howard – the genuine nature in which Peter gave was the total opposite of the only other person Tony sought the approval of.

Sighing, Tony searched for Peter’s lips a second time, the kiss soft and chaste – the slightest bit of reassurance to keep anxieties at bay. “How do you feel about ditching the lab tonight? My heads not really in it,” Tony posed the question and stepped out of Peter’s arms, the distraction of them too much in that moment.

“I could use a break. Any chance I can convince you to order Chinese and watch Sugar Rush on Netflix?” Peter’s bottom lip poked out a little, the look making Tony laugh, his breath catching after a few minutes of blissed out joy. He pulled Peter into a hug before he could lose his nerve, his lips pressing against the side of Peter’s head.

“Sounds perfect, Pete.”

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Later, after too much processed chicken and rice, Tony found himself laid out against Peter’s chest – now that he’d given in to it, his body wanted to soak up all it could. Peter didn’t disappoint, either – his fingers danced over the side of Tony’s arm and his leg pressed up against his thigh as tightly as he could. If he weren’t so over the moon about what it all meant, Tony would probably be rabid with want. Instead, he felt content to be surrounded by all things Peter.

He felt himself start to drift after the fifth time he watched Adriano Zumbo try a cupcake. Tony pressed his forehead against Peter’s chest before forcing himself to pull away. “Come on. The big bed I have in my room will be much better for sleeping.” Tony didn’t give the sleep groggy Peter any choice, he grabbed his hands and hefted him from the couch, the two of them leaning on each other as they stumbled down the hall.

Tony got Peter set up with a toothbrush and went about getting his face washed and moisturized (because he needed to continue to look young, after all.) Catching Peter’s eye in the mirror, Tony grinned – the domesticity of the little scene making his heart beat double time. He dragged his eyes away and left the bathroom – Tony could only handle so much.

Stripping down to his boxer briefs, Tony slipped under the covers and turned his back to the bathroom door. The coolness of the sheets had him sinking into the comfort of the ridiculously expensive mattress, his brain starting to shut down after 36-hours of constant thinking and stress. It felt nice to finally not have to worry about how he’d handle Peter – how he’d force himself to let the obvious tenderness roll right off his back.

The mattress shifted a few minutes later, cool air slipping under the blankets as Peter climbed in behind him. He was in a similar state of underdress, his bare chest delightfully warm against Tony’s back. A heavy arm wrapped around his middle and tugged, Tony moving back willingly. “Is this okay?” Peter whispered, his lips pressing against the shell of Tony’s ear.

It took Tony a second to remember how to speak, his body just a few minutes away from succumbing to a well-earned slumber. Reaching back, Tony gripped Peter’s arm and pulled him closer. “Yeah. I just want to be held for a while. Glad you’re here to do that for me, Pete.” Tony’s semi-cognizant mutterings revealing more than he probably would have any other time.

Peter tightened his arms around Tony and settled further into the mattress, his limbs becoming heavier by the second. Soft lips pressed against the downey hairs on the back of Tony’s neck, both men sharing a shiver.

“I’m glad, too. Get some rest, baby,” Peter gave him another soft kiss on the neck, Tony’s little moan of happiness settling deep in his chest.

Just before drifting off Tony heard Peter mumble “Love you,” his hand subconsciously tightening around him.

Smiling, Tony groggily said it back – his eyes shutting for the night.

[bakatenshii]

Enji Todoroki x Ketsl HCs

for my dear wife @enjifuckersupreme, who I reluctantly share with Big Beefy Endeavor. 

Ketsl’s small. Teeny tiny Ketsl, standing at 4’11, just shy of 5’0, looks like an easy target for mugging.

So of course she gets mugged. It’s a damsel in distress situation, and we can’t have a damsel in distress without the damsel, in distress.

Except Ketsl’s not really a damsel; because, that implies a weak, helpless young girl. And her source of distress isn’t really the man trying to steal her purse anyway, but rather the big beefy hero who’s steadily making his way to her, one hefty pump at a time. (Pump of his jets! What were you thinking)

The distress being that she’s ready to plant herself face first into those big juicy pecs of his experiencing fanny flutters

What’s a more perfect plot miracle than the Number 1 Hero coming to save the day?

The mugger never stood a chance, really, he’s already whoozy and braindead after a good few slaps from Ketsl. Like I said: not an useless wimpy girl.

(Girls are just like chili peppers, the smaller they are, the more they pack a punch.)

(Literally no one’s ever said that)

So Endeavor’s just making his daily rounds as per, when he hears a scream, some rustling and sounds of a struggle

cue: Number 1 Hero mode switched firmly ON

Some fiery flame jets (for dramatic effect, it’s literally down the road) later, our two protagonists meet

Sort of, ‘meet’

More like Ketsl sees him, drops her purse after she’s just snatched it back from the mugger, and presents him to Endeavor to detain. Almost like a present, how cute.

He might be a lil embarrassed because he’s flamed his way down the road, only to be shown up by a woman that goes up to his knee

But it’s okay!!! Because Ketsl’s playing the “Thank you O’ Number 1 Hero, Sir, may I have the honour of taking you out for coffee to repay your services?”

Except what she actually said was something more like ‘Could I get you a coffee to thank you?’

Number 1 Hero’s brain’s replaying the: All Might’s so popular amongst the youth! No one likes you, you’re just a bitter old man!

So out of spite for All Might and his haters, he says yes. Who’s a bitter old man??

If you’re a long-time subscriber of this channel you know we don’t fuck wit slow burn ‘round here, so we jump straight into:

They end up spending more time together. Why? Because I say so Ketsl works in the area he patrols, and amidst his whole disastrous mess of a family life, it’s nice to have someone as therapeutic and calming to talk to.

Over coffee, of course.

Except it progresses to dinner as well. How? PLOT.

She offers to cook him dinner sometimes, she’s free, anyways, and it’s nice to have company. It’s because she wants to ride his dick into the sun

We’ve all seen enough slice-of-life animes, enough stupid rom-coms, we know how this goes.

They spend stupid amounts of time together, platonically, because vomit-inducing as it is, they appreciate each other’s companies. It’s ‘healing’ as they say.

Brb while I empty my intestines from that tooth-rotting fluff I just put out.

Here have some more poetic fluff:

Practiced conversations vary from ‘What would you like for dinner?’ to ‘You can’t wash your darks with lights, Enji, that’s why all your shirt’s are grey now.’ She ends up doing his laundry anyways, she doesn’t know why he tries.

He does it on purpose. You think Number 1 Hero Endeavor wouldn’t know to separate his darks and lights? No no, we all know his fetish for good little housewives.

It’s so stupidly domestic that we’re all gagging watching it.

While we’re all chanting, hurry up and fuck and get married, these two mature adults are taking their sweet old time enjoying time together. What real mature adults do, you know.

It’s only until one day when Hawks decides to drop by (literally by the window), having heard too much of Endeavor’s boasting about how good he’s been eating. Good little housewife at home, cooking him dinner every night, feeding her man like she should.

Hawks eats about as much as Fatgum, you do the math. He’s a gluttonous bastard.

It’s not until then, when Enji’s reluctant to share his woman his food with Hawks, that he realizes. 

Because he’s been standing guard over Ketsl, one gigantic thigh covering the entirety of her form sat at the table, shielding her from Hawk’s hawk-eyes.

And, like, Enji’s thick, but not in the head, no. So it’s a big ‘oh’ moment, and he even lets Hawks stay for dinner as a silent gratitude for helping him realize his feelings. 

Enji’s been out of the love game for too damn long, his romancin’ skills are on par with his popularity with the city. Which is to say— in the nicest way— piss poor.

Still, there’s something humiliating endearing when he comes home with a bouquet of roses, stuttering something embarrassingly forward.

He could’ve just said something like ‘I want to come home to you every day’ or whatever, spare us all the disgust, but no, this man’s the definition of a bad dad joke (no pun intended!) so he goes straight in with the ‘If you’re a bird, I’m a bird’

I actually can’t bring myself to write anything this romantic so just make it up in your head, okay, whatever corny, old, too-serious, overly-stoic romantic line, you can come up with, he says that.

That’s not really the point though, the point is Ketsl hears this and takes all 4’11 of herself and clings onto a bicep like a sloth climbing a tree.

Mating press.

That’s the only acceptable position for Big Breeding Boss, Number 1 Hero, Endeavor. Call him Big Daddy or something stupid, he’ll pump you so full of cum you could bottle it up and use it as seasoning.

Apron fetish? Coming home to his good little housewife in just an apron on? Cue the hentai clip.

Anyways, the Todorokis gets a new mum, and we get to profit off of the new hit show, Keeping Up with the Todorokis. Another win-win situation, it’s a running theme here in my hcs.