#oh well no spoons left to fix it.

[lettucecronch]

He's not having fun :')

quick messy sketch thingie for @froizetta's WIP Wednesday bc I've been having a weird mental health day and the superbat food provided my poor brain with much-needed dopamine. here, have some Bruce POV at the gala (as opposed to Brucie POV which I imagine is decidedly hornier).

[meiieiri]

pretty woman.

he lives in the world of leather, grease and speed. he knows he's absolute trash, but what's a guy gotta do to have you, a pretty woman wrapped in silks, pearls and smiles, to spare him just. one. glance?!

pairings. biker sukuna x rich!reader

genre. opposites attract, fluff with slight angst-ish (you know me by now, pls skskdskfjskd), references to smut.

notes. yes, i'm still alive, please i haven't been here for months bc i've been so held up at work TT anyway, i thought of this while i was going home when i heard this busker singing "oh, pretty woman" by roy orbison~

He isn't sure how this happened. Maybe he smoked the wrong mushroom or some shit. It was supposed to a regular evening terrorizing the population of Tokyo with the sounds of their bikes revving to the goddamn afterlife or just until someone calls the police. But this is all his goddamn fault, parking in a gas station smack dab in Minami-Aoyama of all places where artists, celebrities, and pompous heiresses camp out at the jazz clubs here which Sukuna absolutely does not understand.

What's so good about a guy choking on some piece of metal that makes a sound similar to a dying seal? But oh well, pompous art for equally pompous people, I guess.

You walked out of that jazz club like you were straight out of a Hollywood movie, the kinds he used to steal from the local DVD rentals in Shinjuku. You were listening to something your friend has to say and your demure chortles invade the very air like the very melody could make the stars tumble to the ground out of pure jealousy because nothing could be quite as radiant - no, what the hell is he saying? He's a biker, not a poet. Even if he were, he's a shit one for using that stomach-churning cliché piece of word vomit.

Fucking gross. Sukuna stomps on his half-finished cigarette.

You were just hot - no, not quite the word - Sukuna scowls frustratedly - ah, there it is, pretty. Too pretty for you to even run around the same circles as him. The Dior mini bag you were carrying makes Sukuna postulate that you were probably born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you must have gone to an exclusive all-girls high school, afterwards, you must have been sent by your snobbyass parents to finish your studies overseas.

Even if he were to approach you right now, Sukuna grimaces at the thought, you'd probably run for Beverly fucking Hills.

Sukuna watches as you help your friend inside a taxi, waving them goodbye. "Please drop her off safely," he heard you say to the driver just as you shut the car door. Sukuna quirks an eyebrow when he spots you looking left, then right, and then left again before taking off your high heels, unafraid to look improper despite your pretty get-up. But your feet must be aching like hell after dancing all night to Roy Orbinson and Frank Sinatra.

You hurriedly head to your car that, as fate would have it, is parked in the same gas station he's hanging around. He doesn't say a word when you look at him a little fearfully when you approach your car that was parked just behind his Ninja H2, your eyes glaze over his leather jacket, his scandalously tight riding jeans, his pierced lip and tattooed face.

He tilts his head in a polite gesture that begs to convey: "Hey, I'm not gonna bite, kid."

Momentarily frozen, you had to shake yourself awake and you apologetically bow your head for staring too long. Slipping into the driver's seat, you fumble with your keys, struggling to turn on the engine. "H-huh?" you gasp. "Ah, no...no...come on..." You try to turn the key again and again hoping to get a reaction from your Benz but nothing happens.

Sukuna snickers slightly when he sees you mouth the word "shit" from his view of the windshield. For a pretty little thing, you seemed more like a spitfire than a delicate flower. You step out immediately going to pop the hood, struggling slightly but you somehow manage.

He watches on as you struggle to even look at what needs to be fixing. Finally, when he sees you tinkering around the parts, he speaks up, "It's probably the battery, miss."

"I...I don't need help, I'm fine," you insist despite him not offering. To be honest, Tokyo's a safe city so, even if you had to stay the night at this gas station waiting for help or the tow-truck - whichever comes first - it's not exactly an issue. The issue is havng someone...like him...hanging precariously around.

Now, you understand. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but if that book has everything your parents warned you about - tattoos, piercings, an unfriendly scowl - you'd settle for slowly putting it back on the shelf.

"The gas station has a power pack, you might wanna borrow it," Sukuna offers you some advice. "You got any jumper cables on you?"

"I'm sorry?" You blink obliviously. "I-I don't-?"

"Those bright orange things - ah, whatever - you probably have it in the trunk," Sukuna pushes himself off his bike. He's full of shit, playing knight in shining armor right now, but you look like you're about to cry. He slaps your hands away when you try to pull out the radiator.

"Ow! What are you doing?!"

"You want your car to explode or some shit?" Sukuna hisses. "Don't fuck around with anything else. I'll go see if I can borrow their power pack."

You look at him in disgust. Everything about this mystery man is just so infuriatingly vulgar, and he doesn't even wait for your permission, he's just stomping off towards a random gas station attendant, muttering under his breath about clueless rich kids and their cars. You scowl at his retreating figure, rubbing your hand where he slapped it away, lips parting in indignation at what you hear.

"Can't tell a spark plug from a bottle of champagne..."

"Excuse me?"

"Ah, you're excused, don't worry," Sukuna says as he returns, the power pack in one hand and a bundle of thick jumper cables in the other, the gas station's dim lights casting sharp shadows across his face, your nerves seem to fray even further.

Though, truth is, you're stuck between being grateful and horrified. If you don't make it back home, you weren't gonna hear the end of it from your parents about how Tokyo is dangerous and how you shouldn't be wandering around the city alone when you have bodyguards. But, it's all thanks to this stranger, a questionable-looking one at that, that you might just make it home tonight before your parents even notice you snuck out.

"Pop the hood," he orders, his tone flat but not unkind.

Your first instinct is to snap back. Just who the hell does he think he is? Assuming that you needed help when you had everything under control. That's obviously a lie, seeing as you were about to yank out your Benz's radiator. It'd be a nightmare explaining that to your parents and your insurance company. Surrendering, you uncross your arms, and pop the hood again.

It's infuriating how people always liked to assume that you needed help with everything. But that's just how it goes when you're an only child, and your parents had to undergo six rounds of IVF to have you because they spent most of their young adult life building their fortune that they forgot to have kids in the middle of all that. A spoiled brat - it wouldn't be a stretch to call you that. Still, it stings a bit because you never wanted to become one.

Nothing hurts you more than the thought of you growing up not knowing how to do anything for yourself.

"This happen to you often, princess?" Sukuna asks, his calloused and strong hands working their magic on your car, clearly, he's ressurected a lot of engines with the way he doesn't seem to flinch at the bitter scent of gasoline and burnt rubber.

"Don't call me that," you mutter. "And no, I don't make a habit of getting stranded since not all of us have experience with--" You gesture vaguely at the cables, his leather jacket, the bike, the car, and this entire situation. "-this."

Sukuna snorts, shaking his head. "Yeah, I figured. People like you don't get their hands dirty."

There it is again - people like you. The words grate on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard, but what stings more is the way he says it, like he's already decided everything about you just from your shoes, your car, your voice, where you like to hang out. It's honestly disgusting, but the truth always has an element of hurt hidden in it, right?

"Right, because you know everything about me," you mutter, a flash of hurt appearing on your features.

You don't know why, but the way he says it - so casual, so certain - makes your heart ache. He's not even insulting you, why would he have to? He doesn't know you, and you haven't done anything to offend him. He just...sees right through you and he's decided that you were just another shallow rich kid that doesn't belong in the real world.

And maybe you don't.

You're pulled from your thoughts by the sudden roar of your car's engine. Sukuna straightens, wiping his hands against his jeans before shutting the hood with a heavy almost contrite clunk. "There, good as new."

You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. Looks like this chance encounter is about to end. It's silly, feeling a little anxious at finally being able to go home which also spells that you'll probably never see this stranger again, but this demeaning and embarrassing situation happens to be your first encounter with the real world, the world outside the bubble your parents have confined you in.

And it hurts pulling away from it now and so soon too.

"Thank you," you say, quieter this time and you hate how small you sound and feel.

He shrugs, already walking back to his bike. "Don't mention it."

You watch him for a moment as he haphazardly lights a cigarette in the middle of a gas station, his face partially obscured by shadows but you manage to make out his frustrated frown when the lighter doesn't work. He's so focused on lighting the damn stick that he doesn't notice you bringing your own lit lighter to the end of his cigarette.

"Didn't think pretty girls like you were into bad habits like smoking," he exhales, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.

"You'd be surprised."

For too much of your life, you've had to put up with reminders from your folks like don't sit like that, don't do this, don't speak like this, don't go there, it's unbecoming of someone like you. And you're getting fucking sick of it, if only your parents could discover the many cigarettes and scratchers you've collected over the years, then, maybe they'd piece together that you only went to a jazz club tonight with every intention to end up in a nightclub later on.

You're self-destructive, he's dangerous.

And this entire exchange could cause your high-strung parents to suffer simultaneous strokes.

"Yeah?"

"Really," you rub your eyelid. "So...why'd you help me?"

Sukuna pauses mid-inhale, his crimson gaze flicking toward you through the haze. For a moment, you think he might say something serious, something straight out of those Audrey Hepburn movies where the girl falls for the greaser. But, that's kinda gross anyway, so you're a little thankful when he quips.

"Hell if I know. Maybe I'm just a sucker for pretty faces."

You blush, your heartbeat stuttering. Before you can respond, he waves you off dismissively, as if the moment never happened and should never be spoken of again like most moonlight rendezvous's.

"Now get outta here before I start charging you for my time."

"Ah right, sorry," you are suddenly reminded of paying your dues, so you take out your wallet, handing him a wad of yen bills. "Tell me if it's not enough. I can run to an ATM."

Sukuna stares at the bill, a little insulted. But tonight seems to be about judgmental assumptions anyway. He laughs - a low dark sound that makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

"What the hell do I look like, huh? A roadside service?" His voice isn't harsh, but the edge of amusement makes your cheeks burn. "Keep it, you might need it later on when your tires give way. Don't tell me you don't check the air pressure on them too."

"It's not like that!" you argue. "I just don't want to owe you anything. Just take it, and go buy yourself a beer or something, and then, we can move on with our lives, okay?"

"Owe me, huh?" He tilts his head, the faintest of smirks tugging at his lips. His gaze locks with yours and you take a step back until your back hits the driver's seat door, and there's something sharp and deliberate in the way he says: "Fine. You wanna pay me back?"

You nod.

"Tell me your name. Since you nearly threw a damn fit when I called you princess."

"What?"

"Your name," he shrugs as if it's the most casual thing in the world. "Otherwise, I can help you continue pulling out that radiator of yours."

"Are you threatening me?! Just when I was about to change my opinion on you!"

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Sukuna feigns gratitude, placing his hand over his heart. "I didn't think you were that stingy with your name. Unless you don't have one, now that's just pathetic. Even trashy sons of bitches like me have one of those."

"Fine, it's Y/N. And go clean up that mouth of yours, it's like you can't go a full sentence without profanity."

"Pretty name," Sukuna says, ignoring your last remark. You blush at the way he says it - low and rough, like it's a secret just between you two.

Your breath hitches and you roll your eyes, slipping into the driver's seat again, shutting the door with a final clunk. "You're insufferable," you mutter, your cheeks still warm, as you begin to drive away.

"No, my name's Sukuna! Drive safe, rich girl. Can't have your fancy car breaking down again," he whistles, leaning against his H2, waving cheekily, a cigarette dangling between his slotted lips.

He smirks when you roll down your car window only to flash him your middle finger.

"She's pretty, but she's a damn bitch," he mutters, though this time, there's a faint hint of a smile in his voice as he slips on his helmet.

A week has passed and the memory of Sukuna is still clinging to you like the scent of a too-sweet perfume, the ones that girls like you pre-order months in advance before it's even launched. You feel like an idiot, craving to see him again, when absolutely nothing happened between you. But when your mind wanders over to that random biker with too many tattoos, too much attitude but too little manners, you just wanna ruin your mom's expensive Picasso collection in the living room before you could even admit it out loud.

You're now standing in the back of your mansion now in Denenchofu, phone pressed to your ear, talking to one of your drivers - sipping your favorite vanilla bourbon tea - your heart pulsing with mischief.

"I need you to do something for me. Go mess with the car's AC, as in, break the damn thing if you can."

The driver hesitates. It's the middle of winter. "Miss, you - are you sure? That seems a bit-"

"Just do it," you plead. "Please, I promise I'll be safe. And I already sent your Christmas bonus to you!"

You hang up before he can say another word, a grin curling onto your lips. This must be the dumbest thing you've ever done, but it's too late to back out now, but what the hell? Nowadays, it's do or die.

That night, when you're sitting in your car, researching on this biker's meet in Shibuya, you coincidentally drive by, stopping in front of am awfully familiar Ninja H2, its chrome glinting under the streetlights. Its driver, seemingly having just arrived, whipping his head around when one of his buddies taps his shoulder, pointing in your direction.

You step out of your car, perfectly-rehearsed. You instantly pop the hood, pretending not to see him. "Oh no, not again," you smirk inwardly.

Sukuna bites back a laugh at how ridiculously obvious this entire farce is, but he decides to play along anyway. "Already broke down again? You should just drive that shit into the bay!" he calls, voice laced with mockery and something else, something close to affection.

You glance over at him, carefully hiding your amusement. "Think you can help me? You were quite the hero last time."

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, biting his lip at how you subtly play with your hair, the dark baritone of his voice making your heart skip. "You're pushing it, pretty girl. You think I'm just gonna swoop in and fix everything again when I've got a meet?"

You give him a dry look. "Not playing the hero today? Here I thought you wanted something more than my name this time around."

His eyes narrow, a flicker of something darker passing through them at the insinuation. "You do realize that if your AC's busted, you're just gonna have to freeze your little ass off since I don't know how to fix that." He brazenly pulls off the extra helmet on his buddy's bike, paying no heed to how his backpack glares at you and Sukuna, tossing it over to you. "Where you headed anyway? I'll just drop you off."

You shrug and he shakes his head, chuckling darkly. "Can't remember, huh? Then, let's just ride around for a bit until you do."

In the end, neither of you walk away unscathed. Your dainty Chanel tweed dress lays pooled on the floor of a random motel in Yokohama, right next to his leather jacket. In the end, you do remember where you're going after all, and that's straight into the inferno of Sukuna's embrace, even if you have to break your car a thousand times to get there.

[morimemichael]

What slashers/villans do when they see their s/o crying

How would: OG!Michael, Brahms, Wesker, Ghostface, Pyramid Head, RZ!Michael and OLD!Michael (2018 movie), react if they saw you crying.

WG: None, just fluff <3

OG!Michael

He was stalking you as usual, it was around 6pm when he heard you talking with someone on the phone.

“Is there anything we can do to fix these, Claire?”

Your voice…were you crying?

“Claire, we’ve been friends since we were 4! Please…”

You definitely were crying by now. Your best friend was cutting the bond between you two

“Ok….ok. I hope you do well in life too. Thanks for the memories. Yeah, yeah…bye bye” Now you were crying your eyes out

Michael saw this and immediately thought of slaughtering whoever was this Claire girl, but he didn’t know were she lived

Instead he looked around, he noticed in one of your backyard bushes some kind of flower. He remembered it from the times you used to play with him cause you both were the same age and neighbors so you used to play hide and seek with him.

He grabbed some of this flowers and sneaked into your house unnoticed. Looked for your room and successfully found it

He decided to leave the little flowers on the nightstand

Since he was in Haddonfield again you knew deep down he was watching you. He never did anything to you tho, that keep you calm

Coming from the bathroom you caught a glimpse of him leaving your house. “Michael…?” He turned around and gave you his signature head tilt.

He then got closer to you, and with one of his hands put a little lock of hair behind your left ear. You smiled at his act

BRAHMS

You were crying on bed that night when he saw you.

“Is something wrong?” He asked. Voice deep

“Uhm…I just found out my childhood pet crossed the rainbow today, and i wasn’t there to be with him.” You said

“Crossed the rainbow…?” He didn’t understand.

“Yeah…when pets passed away we say they crossed the rainbow…so it’s not so sad to think about it.”

“Oh…I see. Can you show me how he looked like?” He asked in his deeper voice but still a little bit childish.

“Of course…” You then showed him the picture of a beautiful and happy dog.

“He looked happy.” He said. You just nod

And with that, he was gone.

You remain laid in the bed a little more before you resumed whatever you were doing before you found out the bad news

When you came back to the bedroom a huge doll that ressambled your loyal dog from your childhood was placed on your bed. Tears threatening to stream down again.

Next to the bed was Brahms, who had his arms behind his back and was idling in the same spot patiently.

“Do you like it?” He asked eagerly to know

“Brahms…” That’s all you could say

Immediately Brahms thought he had done something wrong. He was ready to apologize but your arms around him stopped him.

“Thank you, thank you…” You keep repeating that over and over again

“You’re welcome.” He said returning the hug

Needless to say you slept hugging the doll all night with Brahms being the big spoon.

WESKER

He’s cold and distant, so when he saw you crying he didn’t know what to do

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t know how to show it

He didn’t asked you anything, mind too busy thinking what he could do

He decided that sitting down your side and hold you in his arms would work for him and help you, hopefully

For his surprise, it did work

GHOSTFACE

You didn’t do well on the university today

So when he saw you silently crying, he didn’t say anything or even make noise

He put on normal clothes, gathered some of your favorite snacks and a big coke

He entered your bedroom, situated himself on your bed and put all the food down

“Well, we’re watching a movie tonight. Choose the one of your liking dear.” He said

“You saw me crying right?”

“Yeah I did”

“You got some snaks and coke?” You asked him

“Of I did honey.” He answered

“I love you babe.” You hugged him

“Me too dearheart.”

PYRAMID HEAD

Might seem like a bad guy on the outside but in reality it’s a sweet little boy

The first time he saw you crying, he did everything that could be done to make you feel better

You want Kandy? You got it. You want cuddles? You got it. Anything you want, you get.

If you just want him to listen, he’ll sit next to you, hand on your knee while you take it all out

Occasionally will nod his head to let you know he’s listening

And if after crying you need a bath, he’ll prepare bomb bath, candles and some chocolates, then he’ll carry you to the bath himself.

RZ!MICHAEL

You were a patient in the same hospital as him, even if he didn’t talk you enjoyed his company

The first time he saw you cry when was when you told him that some other patients wouldn’t leave you be

“Can I stay with you for a while please?” You ask

He nods, then he takes you to his bed and tuck you up, he wanted you to take a little nap while he continued with his masks, or that’s what you thought

You were suddenly woken up by the feeling of a finger caressing your cheek

Michael was sitting next to you, his finger still caressing you cheek

He stood up and went straight to his working desk to grab something

He went back to you with a mask on his hand

“For me?” You asked him smiling

He nodded, then looked down

He has made you a mask of your favorite animal

“Oh Michael, that’s so sweet from you”

You didn’t notice but under his own paper mask his cheeks blushed

OLD!MICHAEL(2018)

Whenever you cry for whatever reason this man absents himself. Why? Cause it’s too much for good old Michael to handle

Tho there was this particular time when you were taking care of your friend’s kitten that when the time to took this little fella back to his own family you were crying like hell

You had become attached to this little kitten that you didn’t even want to give him back

Michael couldn’t see this and do nothing, specially when you saw him tending to leave through the principal door and got even sadder

He got an idea

It was like 7pm and you were starting to wonder where Michael was when the sound of a door opening ran through your ears

Michael stood there, in his arms was holding a little thing. From afar you couldn’t distinguish what it was

Not until that little thing turned its little head back to look at you, and your eyes were met with a big orange ones

“Oh my god Michael, you brought me a little kitten?” You asked smiling

The little animal liking Michael’s face was too cute to see

He nodded and reached the kitten to you

Of course you happily took the animal in your arms

Michael wouldn’t admit it, but he melt at the side of you holding the little fella

Well here’s another fic 😗 I hope you like it 😊

Sorry for any misspelling, English it’s not my mother language.

Friendly reminder that requests are open! 🤗

[bagofshinyrocks]

Giant Dinosaur

Prompt: For Christmas, you buy your man the giant dinosaur from Kohl's. [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: profanity; gaz is ooc but it all felt repetitive

A/N: not super proud of this one, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway because i thought it was fun :-)

He.

John Price

It was hard to hide a dinosaur plushy that big. But there was a linen closet you only kept tablecloths and spare towels in, and now a very smooshed dinosaur crammed into the top.

Christmas morning, you wriggled free of John’s death grip on you, muttering something about needing to pee. A few minutes later you slipped back into his arms and kissed him good morning.

He smiled sleepily and nuzzled his face into your neck. “Morning,” he purred, beard tickling you a little.

“Morning, baby. Santa left you something.”

He opened his eyes a little more and looked around. Lurking right behind him, spooning him, was the giant dinosaur.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

John jerked and punched the thing across the room.

“John! What is wrong with you?” You were halfway out of bed to go grab the thing before he tugged you back into his chest and pulled the blankets up again.

“Too early for presents, luvie. Not until 9 AM. Need more kisses.”

You didn’t have any real desire to protest with your lover’s mouth already against yours and his arms squeezing you close.

The dinosaur lay on the floor for a while, before John finally allowed him to sit on the bed during the day. Though that bad boy would get punted once it was time for bed. Poor guy :-(

Simon Riley

He found it before Christmas morning. On the hunt in the guest bathroom for some spare shaving cream containers, he pulled aside the shower curtain and hollered.

You came running from the bedroom.

“Simon! Simon, what’s wrong?”

You collided into him as he came out of the bathroom. Strong hands gripped your shoulders and he took a deep breath.

“Why is there a giant fuckin’ stuffed Grinch in the shower?”

You blinked. Then groaned in defeat.

“Aw, damn.” You squeezed past him and plucked the stuffie up. “He’s a dinosaur, Simon.” A little scratch to the plushie’s chin. “And part of your Christmas present.”

“No.”

“It’s only part of your present, Si. You’ve got other goodies waiting.”

He took it from you and gave it a shake. Nothing inside made a noise, so he started squeezing its limbs, its stomach, its face. You looked on, smiling. That wasn’t the usual way of playing with a stuffed animal, but it’s cute.

You must have said that last bit aloud because he fixed you with a withering glare and suddenly you had a mouthful of dinosaur fluff.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle got home the morning of Christmas Day. Well, technically morning, as it was 3 AM.

You picked him up at the airport and welcomed him with a bear hug and several kisses. He was exhausted. Eyes barely open, face buried into your neck. If he were still a little kid, you would have carried him and strapped him into his car seat.

You walked arm-in-arm back to the car, chatting about your plans for the afternoon, all the food you’ve been making, and that Santa had already dropped off his presents.

“Oh, boy, I can’t wait to see what I got.”

“I brought part of it with me.”

Kyle grinned and immediately tugged at the waist band of your clothes, seeing if your undergarments were the present. You scoffed and gave his nose a gentle flick.

You opened the trunk of the car and helped him load his gear in. Sitting in the passenger seat, he saw a large, fluffy, green shape.

“Wha’s that?”

“For you!”

He all but skipped to the passenger seat and laughed at the dinosaur strapped in. Unclicked the seatbelt, scooped him up, and traded spots. You sat in the driver’s seat and gladly accepted all the happy kisses he gave you.

“Thank you, baby, this is very sweet.”

The first ten minutes of the drive home was filled with him saying thank you and leaning over to give you a kiss.

The rest of it was him sleeping on the dinosaur, quiet snores and the same death grip he gave you around the mass of green fluff.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny burst out laughing when he looked at the mass of wrapping paper next to the tree.

“Steamin’ bloody- What the shit?”

You tried so hard not to laugh as you told him to go ahead and open it. He tore it open like the dinosaur was suffocating and smacked it on the ground. Chest compressions, mouth-to-mouth. Then slapping its face and begging it to wake up.

You may have peed yourself a little bit at his shennanigans.

And it got so much worse, as he decided the giant dinosaur was a punching bag or sparring mannequin. He called it “Boss” and treated him like his number one enemy.

Whenever you put Boss on the couch, Johnny would take a running start and body slam it off. Tuck Boss into bed, and he’d driving-elbow-drop on the motherfucker and the bounce would almost launch you off the mattress. The dino never fought back, but you sure did.

“Fucking launch me like that again, I dare you.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You will be living in the barracks and Boss will get your side of the bed and the sink.”He took more care in reducing collateral damage when attacking Boss, and you got really good at repairing that dinosaur. You didn’t want Johnny to know he was being too rough. Or for him to stop. It was Penelope and her shroud, you and that stupid fucking dinosaur.

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Posted: 2024 January 2

[gojipink]

saying sorry 4 dummies

ஐ ft. childe, diluc, xiao

ஐ summary. how they say sorry in their own way after an argument!

ஐ warnings. none, SFW, fem!reader

childe 

he stands at the doorway swallowing a little thickly at the sight of you unmoving from your spot on the couch, eyes glued to your book. 

normally, you would bound over to him with a big smile and plant a kiss on his lips to welcome him home but the two of you are still in the recovering phase after an enormous fight, a fight that left a few scars and bleeding hearts. 

“h-hi baby…um i got us some dinner!” 

you look up at him with a little smile, “oh thanks, what’d you get?” 

“i got us a whole peking duck and some veggie side dishes,” he states rather proudly holding up the bags for you to see.

“a pek- ajax that's so expensive?!” you gasp out standing from your spot on the couch, walking over to him peeking inside the plastic bags.

“yeah well…i don’ know,” he starts a little sheepishly, “i just wanted to have a nice meal with you after well…y’know…i just wanted to treat my girl, is all…” 

you sigh before softly laughing, taking a to-go bag from him, “thank you,” leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek, “it smells delicious. i'll set these up on some plates while you get ready?” 

his eyes close at the feeling of your lips on his skin, feeling the gap the argument created between the two of you slowly begin to close. he nods wordlessly at your suggestion, not yet fully trusting his voice to sound steady, before hurrying into the bedroom to change and wash up. 

you begin to set the table, putting plates and drinks at you and childe’s designated seating spots at the little round table across from each other. 

coming back out from the bedroom, childe watches you for a second with soft eyes as you stand in the kitchen transferring the food onto big plates. walking towards you, he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his chest firmly against your back while he rests his cheek against the crown of your head.

“honey, it's a little difficult to move with you pressing on me like this,” you voice, though you dont try to wiggle out of his hold, actually leaning back further into him. 

he pouts to himself but doesn't move an inch until you're handing him a plate to take over to the table. 

after all the food has been placed neatly in the middle, you both sit down in your usual spots.

glancing up at him you offer him a little appreciative smile, “thank you for dinner, babe, it looks really good!” 

childe smiles at you and although you two have sat in this arrangement for ages now, he can't help but feel miles away from you. sliding his dinner plate and drink over to the chair next to you, you giggle at him knowing he’s feeling a little clingy.

“what are you doing, ajax?” you laugh at him

settling into the chair he places a hand on your thigh, his thumb lovingly caressing your skin, knees touching. 

“just wanna be close to you, princess,” he shoots you his classic boyish grin before spooning some food onto his plate. gathering some duck and veggies and folding it all in the wrap, he holds it out to you. 

“say ahhh”

diluc 

he stares at the splayed pile of paperwork on his desk, words blurring and blending together while he sits, zoned out. his own mind torturing him by replaying your disappointed and upset expression over and over again. the argument was small, nothing more than a small frustrated spat between lovers. though, it affects diluc all the same. 

diluc tried to fix it then, tried to apologize immediately at the sight of your downcasted eyes. But before he could get a word out, you mumbled that you needed some air and walked out the mansion, leaving him to stew in his own anxiety. 

heaving a heavy sigh, he tosses the reports onto his desk and slumps back into the backrest of his chair, bringing a hand up to rub at his tired eyes. he just wants you to be home. wants you to be by his side and smiling at him and talking about your day with him. wants to hold you close and tell you he’s sorry for unloading any frustration and any stress onto you when you didn't deserve it. 

a knock at his office doors breaks him out of his turbulent thoughts.

“come in…” he sighed, thinking it must be elzar coming in with something work related. however, when you quietly slip into his office, he immediately stands in surprise, the legs of the chair loudly scraping against the hardwood floors. 

“darling-” 

“i um…i just wanted to bring you something to eat.” you say softly, placing a little to-go box on his desk. “i know you probably haven't eaten yet today, so i thought i would bring you something after strolling around the city…” 

coming around the corner of his desk, his heart melts at your simple yet caring gesture, “that's very kind, my love, thank you.” 

“and um…” looking up at him a little shyly, “i just wanted to say im sorry for, well, earlier. i shouldn’t have gotten so upset and i shouldn’t have just left like that.” 

“nonono, love,” hastily he closes the distance between you two, his hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, “you don't need to apologize. i’m the one who needs to be saying sorry. i shouldn’t have taken any sort of frustration out on you, you didn’t deserve that.”  

giving him a small thankful smile, you reach up to press a sweet kiss to his lips which he happily reciprocates. 

“to be honest, i don't know what we were even arguing about,” you whispered after pulling an inch away. he smiles and rests his forehead on yours, eyes closing to bask in your presence, “i don't either.” 

heart two hundred times lighter than it was when you walked in, you pull away from him smiling, “well, i shall leave you to work then, ‘luc.”

catching your hand before you fully turn away from him, his face suddenly dusted a light pink.

“actually, darling, i was wondering if you wanted to stay? here in the office, i mean. with me. while i work.” 

you look at him with amusement in your eyes as diluc ineloquently stumbles out his request, an extremely rare sight. 

lacing your fingers with his, you step forward to plant a chaste kiss to his cheek, “i would love nothing more.” 

xiao 

his time with you is so short. he’s hyper aware of that fact. his time with you is too short to be wasted on arguments and silent treatments or have any kind of lingering tension. xiao doesn't have that much experience when it comes to dealing with humans or forming a relationship with one, much less a romantic relationship with one. 

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other watching your figure walk across a shorter neighboring mountain top. he sighs to himself thinking back to earlier this morning when the two of you were engaged in a flurry of heated exchanges. xiao didn’t mean to take it as far as he did, didn't mean it like that when he called you weak, didnt mean to make you worry when he suddenly disappeared for a week straight. didnt mean to make matters worse when he had to leave abruptly in the middle of the argument because someone called his name. 

“you could’ve at least given me some kind of sign! a note, a messenger, anything!” your voice becoming a little raised, your concern for him being overtaken by frustration.

“i didn't realize that that would be necessary,” he said lowly, patience quickly wearing thin. 

“you were suddenly gone for an entire week! what else was i supposed to think other than the worst?”

“im not as weak as you!” he shot back, anger lacing his words.

“that’s not my even my point-” you tried to start before he continued.

“i’ve been doing this long before you even existed, i never thought i would have to report my every action to anyone!” 

“xiao,” you sighed, hands coming up to roughly comb through your hair, “im your-”

he suddenly looks away, eyes alert like something else has grabbed his attention. he hesitantly glances at you and you realize someone must be calling his name. scoffing, your hands drop to your side as you turn away from him, “go.”

“y/n-” he sighed

“you need to go, right? go. ill be…” you loosely gesture to the space around you, “here. so, go.” 

upon finishing up the errand that took him away from you, he now observes as you collect qingxin flowers most likely for a small commission to keep yourself busy. looking at the ground of the mountain top he currently stands, he notices an abundance of qingxin flowers and begins to collect a handful. he wants to apologize, he knows he needs to. it wasn't fair that you were left in the dark and if the situation was reversed, he knows he would’ve gone to the edges of teyvat to find you. 

in the midst of picking a flower, a familiar haze of green smoke flashes before xiao appears in front of you. 

“hi,” you say coolly, continuing to pick flowers while barely giving him so much as a glance, “what are you doing here?”

“i…” he hesitates not knowing how to proceed, “i thought i heard you call my name.” the tips of his ears flush red at his obvious lie.

you hum in acknowledgement, “i didn’t.” 

“oh. well- here.” he thrusts the little bouquet of flowers towards you, “i thought i could help.” 

looking at him and the flowers in surprise, you carefully take the bundle before putting it in your basket, “oh. thank you, that actually helps a lot.” 

turning around to begin your descent down the mountain, xiao follows in silence. 

“y/n, i…” he falters when you look at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. 

his mouth opens and closes, his words failing him.

you sigh and look away for a brief moment before looking back at him with a soft expression, “its okay, xiao. i get it.” 

“i'll do better,” he declares, those three words symbolizing all his thoughts. im sorry. i didn’t mean to. i’ll try harder next time. 

you smile at him for the first time in what he feels like is ages, his shoulders finally relaxing. 

“thank you,” you whisper to him before taking his hand in yours, “y’know, maybe i did call for you.” 

his head snaps to yours, “you did?” 

you look back at him with a teasing glint in your eye, “must’ve been missing you so much that my heart called out for you to hear.” 

cheeks dusted pink, he nods his head in agreement. 

[rayhalloffame]

Carmen Berzatto x reader

Carmy gives you some help when hosting a dinner party

The phone is propped up on the kitchen counter, Carmen’s calm voice coming through the speakers. It’s a recording of him preparing a dish that you’re replicating for some friends who will be joining you at your apartment tonight. It’s not that you can’t cook, you just need very specific instructions, and visual aids always help. Carmen prepared this dish at The Bear last week for family, just so he could make the tutorial for you. He even stocked your pantry with the proper ingredients.

You’re stirring the pot on the stove, and you swear you only glanced away for 2 seconds but when you look up, Carmen is dicing an onion and the pot has a lid on it. “There’s onions in this?” you wonder aloud. You remove the sauce to a cool burner so you can catch up. You send a picture of the diced onions to Carm when you’re done. The vegetable is just shy of a dice but you’re not as swift with the knife as Carmy is.

To: Bear

are these small enough that anne won’t notice? she hates onions

You return to the video to address the contents in the pot. On screen, Carmen collects the onion on his knife, removes the lid of the pot, and dumps the dice in. You’re ready to follow suit but when you glance inside the stainless steel, what was once smooth and buttery looks chunky with split oil and water. You take a picture and send it just as Carmen responds to your initial text.

From: Bear

should be ok

Then a FaceTime call comes through from him. His brow is creased so deep it might leave a permanent indent. “What’d ya do?” He’s looking very closely at his screen though you haven’t flipped the camera yet. You huff, sitting the phone back on the counter while you try to will the mixture into coming together. “Lemme see,” Carmen interrupts your vigorous mixing.

Reluctantly, you pick the phone up and reverse the camera to show the traitorous sauce. “I left it for like 3 minutes max, Carm,” you whine.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, scrubs at his forehead with his hand. He looks over his shoulder at what you remember is an engagement party that booked out the restaurant into the early evening. “I’ll cook,” he says when he looks back at the screen.

You flip the camera back to yourself and give him a puzzled look. “You’re there until at least 7. I know you’re making a late appearance but I don’t want you to have to cook after your long day.” You set the phone on the spice rack that hangs near the stove so he can see you and the food. “Just tell me how to fix it.”

Carmen laughs through his nose. “There’s no fixing that.” He chuckles again at the glare you send him through the screen. “I would love nothing more than to make dinner for our friends. Just put out a charcuterie board or somethin’ until I get there.” He watches you tilt your head in contemplation, still mixing the sauce futilely. When you relent with a sigh he gives you a lopsided grin. “Did well, baby. See ya in a bit.”

Hours later you’re sat with your friends in the living room, chatting and laughing over meats and cheese. Despite the very welcomed presence of your loved ones, you can’t help but focus on Carmen, towel thrown over his shoulder and arms flexing while he works in the kitchen. He contributes to conversations every now and again, laughing to himself when someone says anything particularly funny. You gravitate towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind where he stands at the stove. “Food’s almost done,” he comments.

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “Thanks for this.”

Carmen dips a spoon in the pot and blows on it before bringing it to your mouth to taste. You hum in satisfaction. “Course, angel.” He moves his body sideways and breaks the circle of your arms to wrap a bicep over your shoulder and tug you into him. He kisses the crown of your head then shoos you from the kitchen. The food is done soon, and you let Carmy pretend the flush in his cheeks is from the wine, rather than the shy pride from everyone singing his praises.

[scarletwinterxx]

i don't think i could love you more - joshua hong imagine

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"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?"

"Uh like a 9" Jeonghan answers, leading you where the rest of the boys were. A few of them got together and had drinks. One drink turned into two then three until they all lost count of how many bottles were opened as the night progressed.

Atleast one of them was smart enough not to get too hammered, that person being Jeonghan. Thus he was left with the task to get the boys home safely.

"How did you not get as drunk as them?" you ask when you saw your friends on varying states of unconsciousness. Soonyoung is already passed out on one side of the couch, Seungkwan and Dino having a sing off using a spoon while Seungcheol is also singing with eyes closed while hugging an equally drunk Joshua who also looks like he's two blinks from collapsing.

"Well someone has to make out alive here" he gestures to the rest of your friends all passed out and drunk

"Take your pick of the litter" Jeonghan jokes, picking a few bottles from the floor to tidy up a bit. He'll probably make the others clean it tomorrow, for now he needs to fix the safety hazards.

You walk towards where Joshua sat, tapping him on the shoulder making the guy look up at you. A look of surprise flashing across his face,

"Oh wait what?! What are you doing here? Cheol look I told my girlfriend was coming!" he hits Seungcheol repeatedly to get his attention.

The rest of the boys are already to out of it to understand or remember Joshua's word but the only sober one is now laughing behind you.

You look over at Jeonghan who is already looking at you with a sly smile, "Don't worry, your not so secret is safe with me. The rest of them is too drunk to remember what's happening"

"Dumbass that's not your girlfriend, that's Y/N!" Seungcheol retorts

"She is my girlfriend! Right, love? I'm your boyfriend right? Tell him" Joshua pushes Seungcheol off him to reach for you, grabbing hold of your arm

"Yes you are, and right now we need to get you home" you brush back the bangs that's over his eyes, admiring your boyfriend for a quick second

"You're so pretty, yah why is my girlfriend so pretty" Joshua gushes, the dopey drunk smile showing on his pretty lips making you smile too.

"Is that how he sounds when he's with you?" Jeonghan jokes

"Pretty much" you joke back, running your hand through Joshua's hair. You then look down at your drunk boyfriend who is now hugging you by the waist keeping you in place.

"You know, he always had a crush on you. If you remember the first game night you attended, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you"

You do remember, Soonyoung was the first friend you made during your first year in university and after a couple of months he introduced you to his group of friends who are now also your friends. That night you also met Joshua for the first time.

The two of you were friends for a long time, you thought he didn't like you that way but you already harbored those feelings for him. Thinking it was best to keep it to yourself until after time you sent him the playlist you made for him.

You never revealed it because there wasn't really a feeling that you needed to. You kept your relationship private at first because you wanted to savor the moment with him before sharing it with the rest of your friends. Weeks turned to months turned to 2 years.

There's no ill intention behind it, it just so happen you and Joshua are private people.

"What?" you ask Jeonghan when you see him smiling

"When are you going to admit it?" Jeonghan asks you, looking back and forth between you and Joshua.

"Admit what?"

The latter shakes his head, before grabbing a water bottle to drink. "You and him, you love him" he says so casually.

You blink back at him, acting like you're innocent and isn't guilty of what Jeonghan just said.

"Of course I do, he's my friend. I love all of you"

"You love us like brothers, you love that one like you're ready to give him a pair of brothers or two" Jeonghan juts his head towards clingy Joshua

"Were we that obvious?"

"A bit, you're not that slick, sorry to burst your bubble babe but the moment Joshua walks in the room you light up like a kid seeing Santa on Christmas day. See you're smiling right now"

You wipe the smile away, unconsciously smiling when you feel Joshua nuzzle his face on your tummy mumbling random words you can't understand.

"I'm smiling because he's funny"

"He's not that funny all the time"

"Yea he is"

"Is he really? Or are you in love with him. Also during Wonwoo's party, Kyeom and Soonyoung said they saw you and Joshua hugging then Dino basically told us there's been something going on between the two of you for a while"

You open your mouth you answer but nothing came out making Jeonghan smirk.

"Hey, you're happy he's happy it's a win for everyone. We support you guys, whatever it is" he gestures at the two of you, "Thank you Han, I'll tell you about it when we're not surrounded by all of this" you laugh.

"Josh, come on it's late"

Your buff boyfriend shakes his head like a little kid being scolded, instead of standing up he just slumps on seat more resting his head on Cheol's shoulder

"It's late, Han will kick you out if we don't go now"

He picks up his head to look straight at you, "Say you'll marry me, I'll come with you"

Jeonghan laughs, walking over to you to help you get Joshua on his feet. He gives you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder

"Go take this one home, I'll take care of the rest"

You help Joshua on his feet, guiding him to your car outside. He was a bit wobbly so you take his arm to make sure he won't fall over.

When you get back to your apartment, you help him change into something else before guiding him to bed. Leaving some medicine and water on his bedside before going over to your side and finally calling it a day.

Come the next day, Joshua woke up with a bit of a hangover which rarely happens. He doesn't get that drunk that easily but Seungcheol kept on giving him shots, the last thing he remembers from last night was calling you.

He immediately noticed the empty spot on the bed, where he would usually find you the moment he opens his eyes. His phone is plugged, sitting on top of the bedside table where a glass of water and some medicine is also waiting for him. He also spots the note with your handwriting saying you're out to go get a few items at the store.

Getting up from the bed, he takes the medicine first before going to the bathroom to freshen up. He probably didn't get to do so last night, the change of clothes surely was done by you. He can't clearly remember how last night ended, all he remembers is you showing up and him being elated you were there.

After an hour, Joshua's casually lounging on the living room when he hears the front door open and close.

"Hey beautiful"

Joshua looks up from where he was sitting on the couch, immediately he smiles when he sees you walking towards him.

"What did you just call me?" he questions you, opening his arms for you. The whole couch is there for you to sit on but he pulls on you his lap, looking up at your face waiting for the answer

"Beautiful" you smile at him, repeating the word as you trace the bridge of his nose down to the tip making him scrunch it. The action doing so much to your heart.

"You're beautiful" he tells you, "Did you get everything at the store?"

"Mhm, we'll make pizza tonight. Oh and I got these for you"

He lets you got so you can go back to the table to get it, when you come back you're holding a bouquet of fresh flowers

"Pretty flowers for my pretty boyfriend" you tell him, going back to where you were sitting on his lap. He takes the flowers from you while you make your self comfortable, "For me?"

"Mhm, saw them today and I thought I should get them for you"

"Did I do something?"

"Huh? No?"

"Did YOU do something?" he raises a brow at you, poking you on the side with his free hand

"Hey! Stop that" you take his hand in yours to stop him from tickling you some more, "I just wanted to get them for you, like you always do for me. And I heard somewhere that most men only receive flowers at the funeral. That's so sad" you pout, looking at the beautiful flowers you got for him

Joshua watches you, heart filling up with more love than he could ever express with words. "You know I love you right?"

This makes you look back at him, a smile forming once again on your lips "Of course I do, silly"

"Thank you for the flowers, darling. I love them. I love you and thank you for taking care of me last night"

You let out a chuckle, recalling how clingy he was the night before "You were being all cute last night, Han witnessed all of it"

"Should we tell them?" he asks you, expecting you to say maybe not but all you did was smile back at him "Bubby, you pretty much demanded that I marry you or you won't come home. You kept on hitting Cheol, saying I'm your girlfriend but he won't believe you. Soonyoung was passed out so I'm still waiting for his version of last night's event"

"I... what?"

You laugh at his confused expression, smoothing out the crease between his brows, "We can tell them, Han knows and I think all of them already has a hint. I think it's time, I definitely enjoyed this peace" you jokingly add the last part

"You sure?"

"Of course, how else would we invite them to our wedding?"

Joshua knows you're poking fun at his drunk antics last night but hearing you say that makes him want to get down on one knee this very moment. There's no doubt you're the one for him, the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

"So you said yes to me last night?" he asks

"Just when we were about to sleep, you asked me again. I said I will but you need to get me a ring first of course I was joking about the ring part but then you mumbled something about having it already"

Joshua don't say anything, hoping you don't read right through his facade right now but you know him all too well.

Leaning closer, you give him an eskimo kiss "I'll pretend you didn't tell me about it if you do plan on asking me"

"I am, I will I just didn't think drunk me would ask you first" he jokes back.

This time he's the one pulling you closer, crashing your lips against his. Hand behind your neck while the other rest on your hip holding you in place

You break away from the kiss, looking straight into your lover's eyes "Well, whatever or whoever version of you ask the question just know my answer will always be the same"

He looks at you, letting the words sink in and just how much they mean to him. "You know, I don't think I can love you more, then I get to spend another tomorrow with you then I fall in love with you some more. I want to keep on falling in love with you everyday"

"You better save those words Mr. Hong, I want to cry when I hear your wedding vows"

"The only time I'll ever make you cry, future Mrs. Hong"

[wileys-russo]

Fic idea for Mary: You wear one of her favourite hoodies/jerseys whilst she's at practice, and accidentally ruin it. You feel guilty and get really emotional when she returns and you tell her what happened. She just laughs and comforts you because she loves you more than she could love a piece of clothing

material posessions II m.earps

you hummed along to yourself as music drifted around your kitchen, busying yourself cooking dinner so that it would be ready by the time your fiance returned from training, knowing that after a full day of commitments she'd be both hungry and exhausted.

however in hindsight to try and dance, sing and cook all simultaneously was really quite the ambitious task. and it wasn't long before of course, something went wrong.

you'd scooped up a large spoonful of pasta sauce to taste, and too busy bopping your head along to the beat you missed your mouth completely, spilling the bright red sauce all down the front of yourself.

now in any other situation this would be easily fixable, you'd just pop it in the wash and be done with it. however, the item of clothing which was now covered in pasta sauce did not belong to you, it belonged to your fiance.

and it just so happened to be one of her favourite items of clothing. it was old and it was faded and given the years of wear and tear from both you and her it was stretched out. but it was a jumper from her grass roots club, and you knew the incredibly sentimental connection mary had with it.

and of course, it had to be white.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck." you repeated over and over, looking around in panic trying to plan your next move, well aware that every second which ticked passed only further closed the small window of time you had to fix this before a. the stain became dried out and impossible to clean and b. your fiance returned home.

you quickly pulled it off and raced to the laundry, grabbing what you needed and scrubbing at the stain, the jumper covered in bubbles as you let out a shaky breath.

you moved to the sink, rinsing it as your eyes widened, seeing now the entire front was stained a pale red colour. "oh god please work." you whispered, dumping it into the washing machine and selecting the settings, clicking it on for a fifteen minute cycle.

"baby? i'm home!" your eyes widened hearing your fiance walk through the door, of course she would be early the one time you needed her late.

you hurried out of the laundry, quietly closing the door behind you and returning to the kitchen as you heard her take her shoes off by the front door. with wide eyes you watched the sauce bubble over and spill, quickly snatching it off the heat as your heart raced.

"hello beautiful how was-" marys words died in her mouth as her eyes landed on your bare back, spare for the tattoo which wound its way down your spine. "hi love, dinners almost done." you rambled out, trying to get your head straight again as you frantically scrambled to save the meal you'd spent the last hour labouring over.

"not that i'm complaining. but would you like to explain why you're in here cooking half naked babe?" marys taller form pressed to yours from behind, her hands snaking around you, gently caressing your abs as they slowly trailed upwards.

"um, i got hot?" you winced at the poor excuse, your breath hitching as her large hands teasingly squeezed your breasts and her lips began to kiss at your neck. "i'll go put a top on now!" you pushed back into her, sending her stumbling away as you almost sprinted off into your bedroom.

mary only smiled in amusement, shaking her head at her fiance and moving to continue where you'd left off, dumping the pasta in with the sauce and mixing it, humming appreciatively as she sucked a drop of sauce off her thumb.

you quickly returned, top half now clad in one of your own shirts, not wanting to risk a repeat of earlier if you had another slip up. "i'll do that baby! go sit down." you shooed her away from the food, pulling her down to sweetly peck her lips before turning back to the meal.

"are you alright love? you seem a bit...frazzled." mary asked softly, knowing you like the back of her hand as you hummed with a nod, flickering around the kitchen trying to keep your head above water, the chime of the washing machine sounding.

"i'll grab it, i've gotta put my gloves in they proper stink!" mary chuckled to herself, grabbing her kit bag off the ground and standing as your eyes widened. "no no! i'll get it. you've been on the go all day mary, sit down." you firmly pushed her back into her seat with a quick smile, darting off to the laundry.

"and leave the food i'll finish it in just a second!" you yelled over your shoulder, also knowing mary as well as she knew you as the blonde sat back down with a roll of her eyes. "shit!" you muttered to yourself as you opened the washer and pulled out her jumper, the stain not clearing and now the entire jumper stained blotchy red.

"why." your head thumped down on the washer with a small groan, stomach tied in knots with guilt. "baby is there something in the oven? i think its burning." mary called out as your eyes widened and you shot up, leaving the wet jumper on top of the washer and shooting back out, slamming the door after you making your fiance jump.

you scrambled to the oven, throwing it open to retrieve the garlic bread you'd made. however with your head spinning like a top you neglected to remember your hands were not heat resistant like the oven mits you should have donned.

"fuck!" you swore as you grabbed the red hot tray, snatching your hand away with a hiss as mary was by your side in an instant. she hurried you to the sink, holding your hand under the cool water as her other hand reached up into the cupboards above your head, grabbing out the first aid kit with ease.

she mumbles sweet nothings to you as she gently pats your hand dry, kissing you in between each step as she carefully applies the burn cream and wraps your hand up in a bandage, kissing it softly once she's finished.

leaving you for a moment to lick your wounds she zooms around the kitchen like your own personal superhero, salvaging what she could of dinner and once she was sure everything was off the heat and all danger minimized she returned right back to you.

"come here." the taller girl wrapped you in a tight hug as you buried your face in her shoulder, feeling her fingers tangle in your hair gently as her other hand rubbed comforting circles on your back.

you stood there in one anothers safe and warm embrace for a few moments, lavishing in the comfort she brought to you without even needing to say a single word.

"now. what's happened then baby? you're not yourself." mary pulled away, hands cupping your face and tilting your head to look up at her as her eyes shone with a soft but sincere concern for your well being.

"well I-i just-and then i-" you stuttered, huffing in frustration as tears pricked at the back of your eyes, marys face softening even further as she caught them welling up, grabbing your hand as you tried to hastily wipe them away.

"hey, my love talk to me." she ordered softly, wiping away the tears which pooled in your eyes tenderly with her thumbs. "wait here." you sighed, gently pulling her hands off your face as her eyebrows knit together with a confused frown but she waited patiently none the less as you stepped away.

when you returned it was obvious that you were hiding something behind your back, the crease in marys forehead growing as you stood back in front of her.

"i wasn't being careful and i spilled something on it. then i tried to clean it and well...it got worse." you hesitantly revealed her damp jumper, mary taking it carefully off of you and inspecting it, turning the material around in her hands.

"i'm so so sorry mary. i don't know quite how yet but i promise i'll try to make it up to you. god you must be so angry i know how much it means to you, i'm so sorry." the tears returned to your eyes as mary glanced up from her jumper.

"hey hey hey." she placed it quickly down on the counter, her hands again cupping your face, a smile curling onto her lips. "why are you laughing!" you hiccuped out among a sob, mary pulling you into a hug with a shake of her head, surprising you at the action.

"i'm laughing because it's ridiculous that you think i'd ever be upset with you over something like this baby. i love you far more than any silly old jumper, more than any material posession in fact." she assured you, stealing a kiss as her hands gripped your hips, pulling you up to sit on the bench as she moved between your legs.

"honestly you're so cute." mary smiled in amusement as you used your top to wipe your eyes. "shut up." you grumbled with a small sigh, glancing down to the ruined jumper beside you. "i am sorry though. i should have been more careful!" you sighed out as mary shook her head firmly.

"no, i love when you wear my clothes, especially my football kits. seeing my last name across your shoulder blades brings me more happiness than you'll ever know." mary promised, hand caressing your face softly and bringing your lips to hers in a sweet and loving kiss.

"soon it'll be my last name." you smiled, mary holding up your hand admiring the small rock on your finger, the thought of your impending wedding making her heart soar.

"very true. but i especially love when you're in here cooking me a meal and not wearing any shorts. then when your top rides up i can see your cute little bum." mary mumbled into the kiss with a lazy smirk meaning you pulled away and smacked her shoulder with a playful roll of your eyes.

"perv." you teased, pecking her lips a few more times and wrapping her in another hug, your chin resting on her shoulder as the taller girl hunched over slightly.

"i burnt our dinner." you sighed looking at the mess of the kitchen behind you. "yeah, yeah you did love." marys body vibrated with a quiet chuckle as she rubbed your back.

"get a takeaway?" "get a takeaway."

[waywardrose]

SIDETRACKED

stranger things

eddie munson x reader

rated: teen | word-count: 900

for @theold-ultraviolence

mechanic!eddie, gn!reader, slice of domestic life, complete fluff

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Eddie's late getting home. You turn the oven off, yet leave the casserole in to keep it warm. He's never late. He always clocks out at six and is home within fifteen minutes. According to the clock above the sink, it's nearly 6:45. Something is wrong. You eye the phone, debating if you should call the garage. Maybe something last-minute happened.

Like an emergency tow. Or a quick flat-tire fix. Or a gaggle of geese had waddled into one of the bays — again.

He'd called you that first time, laughing and insisting you had to see it. When you'd pulled up, geese were honking and flapping and pooping all over the garage floor. A giggling Eddie crouched behind a station wagon while Wayne rubbed at the seat of his coveralls and Jeff waved a dirty rag at a couple of unimpressed geese. You saved the day by turning on the hose and threatening the gaggle with cold water.

Eddie proclaimed you their knight in shining armor and the slayer of winged beasts. You'd kissed him and told him to bring home dinner. He'd been home at 6:30 with a pizza and a six-pack of Miller.

You walk to the front window and check the street. The old lady down the road sweeps her front porch. Across the way, two kids' bikes lie tangled on the stoop.

Fuck this.

You march to the kitchen phone and dial the garage. The line rings and rings and rings. Wayne and Jeff must've already left for the day. With a sigh, you hang up. If they'd left, Eddie had as well.

For a distraction, you pull the casserole out of the oven. One edge is darker than the others because of the extra cooking time. You pick off the dark bits, flinging them into the sink for later clean-up, and cover the dish in foil to steam it.

That took a whopping five minutes. It's now almost 7:00.

Maybe there'd been an accident. Hopefully, not one Eddie had been in. He had enough trauma for one lifetime. Maybe it's road construction, though you hadn't heard about any…

The front door bangs open. You spin, brandishing the serving spoon. Eddie stands in the doorway, boots grubby and top of his overalls knotted around his lean waist. He raises a stained hand, the other hidden behind his back.

"Where the hell have you been?" you demand as you shake the spoon at him.

"Sorry." He winces and lowers his hand. "I know I should've called."

"Damn straight, you should've called."

"I left work a little late. And, uh, well… I got sidetracked."

"Sidetracked."

That isn't anything new with Eddie. He's a menace when it comes to cleaning alone. He'd volunteer to dust and neaten the living room while you went grocery shopping. When everything was in piles, he'd discover something cool, or something he'd forgotten, and focus on that for the rest of the afternoon. You'd come home to a bigger mess more than once.

He holds out his hand for the spoon.

"Trade ya."

You frown.

"What?" you ask, though you offer the spoon.

His calluses rasp over your skin as he takes it. He sweeps his other hand from behind his back to present a bouquet of orange ditch lilies. He'd used one of his hair-ties to keep the long stems together.

A tightness you hadn't been aware of before uncoils in your chest. Your eyes prickle with unexpected tears.

You whisper, "They're beautiful," and rub a silky petal tip between two fingers.

His voice is rough as he says, "I didn't mean to scare you."

You shake your head and give him a smile.

Silly boy. Sweet, silly boy — the one you fell in love with years ago.

He spreads his arms with a self-deprecating grin and shrug. As if to say he knows he's beyond hope, or useless, or incompetent.

You scoff. "Oh, shut up."

You wrap your arms around him. His old Metallica t-shirt smells like sweat and fresh air. He hugs you tight. The lilies' petals caress your neck, making you shiver.

You pull back enough to look into his warm eyes.

"Thank you for the flowers."

He sways you a little.

"Next time, I'll get you roses."

"Oh? Going to ruin some poor lady's garden?"

"For you? Of course."

You thump your palm on his waist with a delighted laugh. He grins roguishly and moves in to kiss you. Your lips meet, and it's still a spark. You've been burning for him since that first date, that first kiss. Your whole body heats at his touch.

The serving spoon clunks on the floor. His hand presses at your lower back. His lips are as soft as petals and hot like embers. He kisses you harder, deeper. His clever tongue slides against yours.

Urgency like a fever has you pulling him farther into the house. He kicks the front door closed, a grin against your lips. You take the bouquet from him and place it by the sink.

Dinner can wait.

[lysenfeu]

Sweet Treat - CoD 141 Drabble

(Word Count: 1k-ish)

Mildly Suggestive Content

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One regular ritual you always thoroughly enjoyed when stuck on base was your afternoon snack break. On this particular day, you were sitting next to Soap at the dining table indulging in your favourite flavour of pudding cup. It was a simple but effective treat and you were doing your best to savour it. Dipping the spoon in slowly so it was evenly coated, pulling it back out and flicking your tongue over the thin layer of deliciousness. A series of quick, short licks, some longer slow ones, until the spoon had been cleaned and was ready for another dip.

Mid-lick you caught Johnny staring at you out of the corner of your eye and had to fight down a grin. He was always watching you, lurking around in the gym during your sets, hanging outside your barracks door, following you around the lounge and sitting way too close. Somehow he always managed to be right outside the shower every time you came out. You knew what he was doing and frankly, riling the man up was a fun little game you liked to play. If he was going to hover over you so much, might as well make it entertaining. There’s just something so delightful about pushing Soap's buttons and getting him worked up, watching him get flushed and fidgety, wondering if he'll ever slip up and tumble over that edge of no return.

You didn't even need to think about it, your body just reacted. Longer, more deliberate licks, tracing up and down the full length of the spoon. Soft little hums of pleasure, quiet enough not to seem deliberate but loud enough for him to hear. Tilting your head back and fluttering your eyes shut as you moaned around the mouthfuls of slick, sugary sustenance. Putting on an impressive show, one you know Soap wasn't going to miss a second of. After one particularly saucy swirling tongue motion Johnny finally reacts, letting out a low growl and reaching over to you. A smirk flashes onto your face but it quickly transforms into a look of shock as Johnny reaches past your face and snatches the pudding cup right out of your hand.

“No more of this shite! Yer cut off.”

You’re stunned into shock for a moment but when he scoots his chair back and flees with your precious pudding, you burst into action. You toss the spoon onto the table and leap out of your seat, giving chase as best you can.

“What the hell Soap? Give it back!”

You narrowly avoid hitting your hip on a chair as you dart after him, your face falling as you're not quite quick enough to reach him before your beloved snack hits the bottom of the garbage can.

“Oh my God, what is your problem?”

Soap whirls around and stares you down, panting slightly and raising his voice. “You! You’re my problem!”

The noise of heavy boots hitting the floor stops the angry tirade brewing on the tip of your tongue as your three remaining teammates rapidly filed into the lounge.

“What's going on here? Sergeants?”

You cross your arms over your chest in a huff, peering up at your Captain with your best pout. “He took my pudding cup and threw it out!”

Price raises an eyebrow and turns to Johnny with a scrutinizing look. “Soap? You… took her pudding?”

“I had no other choice!” Soap tries his best to protest.

“Liar, you could’ve just left me in peace!”

The Scot glares at you. “There's no fuckin’ peace around when you're acting like that.”

Price clears his throat with a loud, annoyed noise that you and Johnny immediately recognize as ‘shut up’ and you both contritely comply.

“Sergeant MacTavish, explain yourself. Now.”

Red patches bloom on Soap’s cheeks as he scrambles to justify his impromptu snack-disposal strategy. “Ach, c'mon Cap! You shoulda seen her! No one fuckin’ eats pudding like that, she's a menace.”

Price blinks in surprise before swivelling his head and fixing a newly curious look on you. “What exactly were you doing with the pudding, Sergeant?”

Your cheeks quickly heat up, embarrassed at being called out directly and you rush to try and defend yourself. “I wasn't doing anything, I was just eating it!”

Soap is nearly frothing at the mouth with indignance. “The hell you were! Goddamn tease.”

Gaz holds a hand up to his mouth in a futile attempt not to outright laugh at the two of you, always so amused by your antics. Ghost just watches in silence, a knowing look in his eyes as they zero in on Soap’s tomato-red cheeks.

Price clears his throat again and you both quiet down again, duly chastised by your superior.

“Soap, get her a new cup of pudding.”

You grin in triumph as Soap trudges over to the fridge and reluctantly retrieves another pudding. You know there were only 6 in the pack, one with each of your names on it, and with your previously labelled cup in the trash, the one now being ferried to you was the extra one Soap had been trying to save for himself. Sucker.

You happily take the dessert from his outstretched hand and turn on your heel, intending to head to your room with your spoils, but the Captain quickly steps in your way.

“Just a minute, Sergeant.” Price extends a hand out to you, offering the metal spoon he had picked up from wherever it had landed when you flung it onto the counter earlier. You reach for it but Price jerks his hand back at the last moment, keeping it just out of your reach. You blink up at him, confused at his withholdment.

“We need a demonstration, love.”

Your brain is a little short-circuited, not fully processing the request just yet. You slowly look around to find the others suddenly shoulder-to-shoulder around you, boxing you in. Soap's bright blue eyes gleamed with vindication and Gaz’s eager gaze was burning a hole into the shiny utensil being dangled in front of you. You think Ghost might even be smiling underneath that damn mask.

“Be a doll and show us exactly what you were doing with the pudding, hm?”

Oh.

Oh no.

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AN: just a quick little snack I managed while doing some writing warm-ups for some longer-form things, enjoy! 👀

[clovermarigold]

Late Night Snacks

Various Valorant characters x Reader

Clove, Cypher, Yoru,

Props to anyone who recognizes this reference.

might do a pt.2 if people are interested

pt.2

You really needed to fix your sleep schedule. You swear agreeing to that night mission was a terrible idea. Then again, you would likely be in the same situation if you hadn't. Going to bed before the early hours of the morning was just never your thing.

You used to joke about being a creature of the night, but now you were starting to think it was truer than you'd like.

It didn't help that in your endless doom scrolling you had come across a video that left you with an insatiable craving for the perfect snack. So here you were at 4 am, moving as slowly, quietly, and gently as possible through the kitchen trying not to wake anyone.

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Clove- Chocolate pudding (romantic)

"Is it burning? I can't tell if it's burning or if I'm just sleep deprived" you whispered to yourself, stirring carefully to decipher if the clumps you felt were burnt pudding or powder you didn't mix well.

"What are you doing?" you dropped your wooden spoon, looking up to see someone staring at you.

"Clove?! What are you doing up?" They gave you a lopsided grin stepping into the kitchen to peer into your pot, "Eh, mostly watching cooking videos. Looks like I can watch the real thing though".

"I'd hardly call this cooking" they give you a look. "What would ya call it then?".

"Ugh... I don't know, something along the lines of making instant noodles or microwaving a hotpocket" you slowly returned to mixing the pot, growing more comfortable with your guest audience.

"The hells a hotpocket?" you immediately dropped your spoon "Oh we are getting you a hotpocket! It's like a calzone but a cheap frozen version that burns the roof of your mouth when you eat it". They laughed, "Sounds terrible, I'm in".

They watched carefully as you poured the chocolate into two separate bowls along with a spoon, "Are ya sure? I don't want to take yer late-night snack... or would it be morning?".

"It's fine, pack made too much for one person anyways" you blew on the spoonful in your hand before taking a bite. "If ya don't mind me asking. Why puddin?" you snorted a little, remembering the meme that had inspired your insomnia plagued kitchen raid.

"Because I've lost control of my life" their eyes shot open before realizing you were joking. "Righty then" they smiled, joining you in eating as you sat on the kitchen counter and ate. Something Brimstone or Sage would no doubt scold you for if they were awake.

You swear the joke about being the 'parents' of the protocol were serious. "You know you should probably get some sleep" If you couldn't save your own sleep schedule, the least you could do would be to save theirs.

"Eh, I'll sleep when I'm dead. Can't say the same for you" you look away embarrassed. It was humiliating enough to be caught in your pjs making pudding because of a meme you saw at 4 in the morning.

"Ya know... I'm usually up pretty late too. If you're havin' a hard time falling asleep. You could always hang out with me in mah room" honestly, that sounded nice.

"I'd like that" you both smiled at each other, accidentally staring too long. Damn in! you looked away quick. That was awkward. It wasn't your fault they were cute. It was definitely the sleep deprivation. Nothing else. No other possible feelings or thoughts. No siree.

"What the hell are you two doing up!? Is that pudding?" A half asleep and grumpy neon walked into the kitchen. "Scatter!" Clove yelled running towards their room, hand wrapped around your wrist dragging you close behind, giggling. Eh, sleep is for the weak.

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Cypher- Tea & Crackers (Platonic or Romantic)

Lavender. Thats what the internet said the best tea was to help you fall asleep. You had tried everything else, warm milk, hot shower, counting sheep, etc. You looked at the stove's clock and groaned at the painful looking 4 am. You had a mission tomorrow, so you needed as much sleep as you could possibly get. Your brain didn't seem to understand that and fought you every step of the way.

The kettle let out a sharp whistle pulling you from your daze. Shit! Why did you think it was a smart idea to make tea at such an ungodly hour. You quickly moved the kettle off the burner.

You rubbed your eyes with a groan, hoping that didn't wake anyone. A high-pitched whir caught your attention. A camera? It looked like one of Cyphers.

The camera zoomed on your fresh pot before darting to the cup cabinet. "Uh ok" you opened the cabinet grabbing a mug and going to close it, only for the camera to move wildly.

"Oh, I get it" you moved to grab a second mug, pouring two drinks alongside a plate of tea crackers. The camera began to shake up and down, lens zooming and Un-zooming like an excited puppy.

"Ok buddy" you laugh, "Where is he?''. It gave a sharp turn to the left instructing you out of the kitchen, only to see another camera ushering you in another direction. You forgot how many cameras he had. Finally finding yourself in a shipping container on base you knocked lightly, "Come in".

"Ah" Cypher let out a pleased hum swiveling in his chair to face you, the army of monitors illuminating the room. You yawned, handing over the warm cup into his greedy hands. "ohoho" he chuckled to himself, "Now this is just the treat I needed. Too bad it's decaf".

"Why are you still up Cypher?" you asked through blurry eyes. "I could ask the same of you my dear" he turns back to his monitors, fidgeting with what you could only guess was lens sensitivity? You've owned maybe one camera in your life.

"Suffering" is said bluntly, followed by a long sip of tea. Why wasn't this working. "Hmm" He looked away from his screens to give you a once over that made you a little self-conscious, given your messy and sleep deprived state. He stood up before ushering you to sit in his chair, "What are you doing?".

"Just giving a helping hand" reaching under his desk he pulled out a blanket, too thin for your liking but it got the job done in covering you. Something told you it wasn't used often enough.

"I don't think-" he cut you off before exiting the crate, "Just sit down". From your seat you could watch him take the same path you did through the cameras to the kitchen, pouring another mug with the last of the hot water and making his way back.

"Lavender is good. Buuut, chamomile is better" the warm cup was swapped for the fresh new one. "What are you doing?" you take a cautious sip as he changes his monitors.

"Just a little trick I used to do with my- ...... Someone I used to know", well that was cryptic. The light sound of crashing waves surrounded you as white noise played from the screens surrounding you. With a light pressure Cypher rocked the chair.

"Really? Now I'm a baby?" it wasn't really insulting, but you had to admit it made you feel a bit childish. "There's a reason it works on them. Don't you think?" you had to admit, your eyes were starting to feel heavy, the soft padding on the chair was heavenly. It must have costed a ton, either that or he definitely stole it from Brim's office. Probably the latter.

In a matter of minutes your mind couldn't fend off the urge to rest, and you slipped into unconsciousness with relative ease. Cypher watched over you for a moment, making sure you were fully asleep before stopping his motions.

Just like he remembered, first they're fussy and then they're out. It hurt a bit, if he was being honest. But it also felt...good. Like it was healing a part of him. The part of him he lost with his family.

Nothing could ever replace them, he knew that. But that didn't mean he couldn't move forward. And if helping you sleep did that, you could stay on his chair every night. He'd just need to buy some more chamomile the next time he went out

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Yoru- Instant Ramen

You were definitely going to go deaf at some point with how loud you blasted music. But hey, you were using headphones, so it wasn't like you were going to wake anyone up with your tracks.

Besides, this was your perfect ritual. Finish training at 5, play video games with Gekko till 7, shower, play on your switch till 9, play on your PC till 12, Listen to music and read till 2, then your pièce de résistance, post-midnight snack. It would be more appropriate to call it a late dinner... or early breakfast. Considering you didn't eat with the others, too busy with animal crossing.

Tonight's late-night snack comprised of your favorite instant noodles and a single egg. Depressing at face value, delicious at stomach value. Nutrition value? Zero.

Not like you cared though. All the hallmarks of the perfect youth, unhealthy food, video games, staying up all night, and ruining your ear drums.

So here you were, making noodles at nearly 3 in the morning while you danced in your oversized pj's that were totally not covered in pizza stains.

As you went to spin you unfortunately turned to see a very irritated looking Yoru staring back at you.... Ok, so maybe you should start turning your music down.

"The hell are you doing?" he asked as you slowly pulled off your headphones. "Noodles" was all you could say when he pushed past you to look into your pot, lightly shoulder checking you.

"This is sad" he huffs, shaking his head before walking over to the fridge. "I'll have you know I am anything but sad when I eat this" he rolled his eyes, pulling out a container of leftovers from a previous dinner along with some seaweed and a brown looking container.

"What are you doing?" you leaned over his shoulder as he started to move the boiling water into a larger bowl. "Showing you what real food is" he snapped.

"Geeze. Alright, grumpy" you put your hands up and hopped up onto the counter, only making his brows furrow deeper, "I take it you're making some for you too?".

"Damn right. Like I'd go through all this trouble for you" he scooped a portion of the brown.... goop? into the pot. "Put your lazy ass to use and pull this meat off the bone" he slid the container of Brim's leftover ribs towards you.

"Don't you think he'll eat these later?" he laughed. "Like I care. Old man has a minifridge in his office, that's where the good shit is. He probably forgot about those already" you shrugged, tearing the fat and meat off and placing it into the container.

You and Yoru didn't interact much one on one. you would join group smash bro tournaments and do missions together but other than that your interactions were limited.

"...Soooooo, what are you doing up?" you tried to fill the silence now that your music was gone. "Fixing my sleep schedule. Something you should be doing" you hummed, not quite agreeing, too focused on the way he carefully cut the seaweed into strips.

"No thank you, I'll stick to my routine" he gave you a look, "4 hours of sleep and shitty packet foods?".

"Well when you say it like that of course it sounds bad" you huff a laugh. A light splatter sounded as he dropped the dry noodles into the boiling broth.

"You don't add the noodles before the flavoring?" A look of disgust spread across his face as he threw the intact flavor packet at your face.

"None of that prepackaged chemical shit!" you rubbed your forehead lightly, sliding the packet into your pocket for future use, "Throw that away!".

"That's wasteful" you argued, making him grumble. "Open" he held a spoon of broth in front of you. Curiously you leaned into drink, ignoring the awkwardness of him feeding you, "Holy shit! That's good".

He turned back to the pot, sliding in the meat, "That is why you don't use that instant crap. Miso and dashi. Even an idiot like you can figure it out ". You frowned, only for a shot while as you saw him break up the ramen into bowls, topped with eggs and nori.

Handing you the bowl, you paused when he didn't release it. "No more fake shit?" it was more of a statement than a question, but if it meant you could eat the heavenly smelling bowl in front of you, then you would swear off instant noodles for the rest of your life. "No more fake shit" you nod with a smile, and he releases his grip.

Yoru watches as you scarf down all of his hard work like a ravenous animal. That was a lie, it wasn't hard work. Which made your inability to do it yourself all the more concerning. He knew you weren't going to fix your sleep schedule any time soon.

Maybe he could hold off fixing his for a few more days. No doubt your little promise would be out the window if he left you to yourself.

Some one-on-one time wouldn't be the end of the world.

Requests open!

[dabuggh3]

ugh i need an imagine of you n hamzah at a house party and yall meet for the first time, n he's trying to spit game🫣🫣 and maybeee he takes u homeeeee 🙏🏽😫

PLEASE AND THANK YOU😖

HIIII I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCHH. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!😫🫶

It’s Halloween and you get invited to a party of a close friend. You spent the whole day before trying to chose a costume and end up going with Betty boop. Not your first choice but it’s was simple so oh well.

You arrive you with a friend, then meet up with your other friends. It was a house party so things weren’t too crazy. You sit down on the couch with your friends as you catch up with what’s been going on with your lives recently. You slowly see more and more people coming in, some you recognized and some you didn’t. You decided to get yourself some food, you excuse yourself.

You’re getting yourself some food as you reach for the spoon and someone next to you bumps into you reaching for the bowl too. “ Oh shit my bad, sorry” says a tall Frankenstein with curly hair. “ Dudeeee, I’m so sorry about my friend” says a tall vampire. “ It’s okay, did you want to get some?” you say with a smile. Frankenstein stares at you, “ Oh no no it’s okay you can go first, all you” he says with a smile gesturing to the bowl. “Thank you uhhh??” “ Hamzah” “ Thanks Hamzah, here you go” you hand him the spoon. He smiles and you walk away.

You head back to your friends and finish your food. “ Do you guys want to go play beer pong” “ Yesssss” you say. You guys all walk into the next room and set up to play. You and your friends are playing, as you go to pick up your ping pong ball, someone picks it up for you. You look up and it’s Hamzah, you smile kinda blushing.

You walk back to your friends, “ who was thattttt” “ask him if he wants to play” “ he’s cutee ” they all say giggling and teasing. “ NO STOP”, you knew what was coming,“ HEYYY FRANKENSTEIN DO YOU WANNA PLAY?” Hamzah looks over at them then you, “ Yea”. “ Great you can play with y/n”, you stare at them in disbelief.

You and Hamzah set up the game refilling the cups. “How many rounds?” he asks ending the silence. “Huh!?, oh as many as you want” you say. “ How many can you handle?”, he says looking up at you, you stare at him, “ Didn’t mean for it to sound like that sorry, y/n was it?” he says chuckling. “ You’re good and yea y/n” you says laughing nervously.

You guys begin the game, and later on you win. “ AHHHHHHH” you scream in excitement with your friends. Hamzah leans on the table, head down, as Martin pats him on the back, “ bro it’s okay”. You laugh staring at him defeated, “it’s okay Frankenstein, here “ you walk over to him with open arms. He accepts the hug and you pat his back.

You and Hamzah end up talking more and sit on the couch together. You sit down and Hamzah hands you a pillow, “ for your lap, I saw you fixing your dress”. You smile ,“ so observant, thank you”. “I like your costume by the way” “Thanks me too, you don’t see too many Frankensteins” “ Yea huh, sooo do you live by here”. “Yea not too far like 15 mins, I’m close friends with the host, how about you?” “ I’m about the same, like 18 mins away from here, I was invited so I don’t really know many people but I’m glad I came” he says staring at you.

You giggle, “Is this you trying to flirt with me?” He smiles tilting his head, “If its working, yea”. “ Never thought I’d have Frankenstein flirting with me but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide” “ Yea?!” “ Yea” you smile making eye contact with him. You and Hamzah keep talking about different things, your interest, what you do as a job, your dreams, just getting to know each other.

It’s getting late now and you’re ready to go home. You call your friend that you carpooled with and she doesn’t answer and appears to have left. “ Fuck” you say as the phone call goes to voicemail. “ What’s wrong” Hamzah says. “ My friend that gave me a ride here isn’t answering her phone and I don’t see her anywhere” “ I could give you a ride if you want” “ Really!?” “ Yea, I don’t mind”

You say goodbye to your close friend and thank her for inviting you. You and Hamzah walk outside to his car and get in. As your driving Hamzah gives you the aux and you blast your music. You guys arrive to your apartment. “Thank you Hamzah” you smile at him. “ No problem” You exit his car and start walking toward your apartment but then you walk back ,” Wait I just realized we didn’t exchange contacts” “ I was just about to tell you that too” you both laugh and exchange phone numbers. “ Well thank you again,I hope we can hang out soon” “ Me too, I’ll see you soon” You walk back to your apartment and look back seeing he’s waiting for you to walk in. You wave goodbye and walk inside.

Hope this lived up to your expectations 😭🙏

[srslyblvck]

sick day, remus lupin [requested]

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

synopsis: you've been sick for days, stuck in the dorm room alone. so, remus comes to the rescue.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE ROOM WAS SILENT, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden beams and the distant, muffled sounds of students hurrying to their next classes. You lay curled up in your bed, miserable and achy, staring at the ceiling for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Being sick at Hogwarts was no fun, especially when your dorm was empty and quiet, and everyone else had left for class.

Suddenly, a light tapping echoed against the window. You frowned, pushing yourself up just enough to peek through the heavy curtains. A grin crept onto your face as you spotted a familiar figure hovering outside your window on a broomstick.

It was Remus.

With a little effort, you dragged yourself out of bed, shuffled to the window, and pushed it open. Remus shot you a warm, cheeky smile as he floated closer, steadying himself just outside the ledge.

"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" he quipped, eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint you adored. Without waiting for your answer, he swung one leg over the windowsill and hopped inside, broom in hand.

"You’re supposed to be in class, mister prefect," you murmured, feeling your voice croak slightly from lack of use.

"Couldn’t leave my favourite person alone and miserable, could I?" He raised an eyebrow, producing a small, steaming vial from his pocket. "Madam Pomfrey’s finest cold-repellent potion. Tastes terrible, but it’ll do the trick."

You pulled a face. "No, thanks. I think I’d rather keep the cold."

Remus chuckled, placing the vial firmly in your hand. "You’ve been stuck in bed for two days. Don’t make me use force, darling."

You eye the bottle, filled with an ominous green liquid that looks less than appetizing. "I really don't want that," you say, making a face and wrinkling your nose. "That stuff tastes horrible!"

Remus chuckles, shaking his head as he moves closer to you. “Come on, love, it’s good for you. It'll have you up and about in no time.”

“Nooo, I’d rather stay sick than drink that!” You duck under his arm as he moves to pour some into a spoon, laughing as you try to wriggle away from him. But Remus is determined.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he laughs, darting around the bedpost as you try to make a run for it. “Come here, or I’ll have to chase you down.”

“Catch me if you can,” you say, with a smirk that quickly fades as you make a small dash to the other side of the bed. He darts after you, his grin widening as he finally catches you in his arms, holding the spoon up triumphantly.

“Open up,” he says, but you keep your lips stubbornly sealed, giving him your best glare. But Remus knows you too well. With a sigh, he cups your cheek, his eyes softening. “Please?” His voice is gentle, coaxing.

You groan, finally relenting, and open your mouth to let him give you the potion. The moment it touches your tongue, you make the most dramatic face you can, scrunching up your nose and shuddering.

Remus can’t contain his laughter, watching as you struggle to swallow the bitter liquid, your entire face twisted in disgust. “You’re adorable when you’re acting like a child, you know that?”

“Awful, awful stuff,” you mutter, glaring at him half-heartedly. But Remus just grins, taking the empty spoon from you and setting it on the bedside table. He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long, his expression softening as he looks at you.

“You know,” he murmurs, leaning in, his eyes fixed on your lips. “I think you deserve a kiss for that bravery.”

He leaned in, close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your face, but just as his lips brushed yours, you pressed a finger against them, stopping him with a small smile.

"Remus, if you get sick, I’ll have to take care of you. So… keep your distance, Mister."

For a moment, he looked at you in mock offence, his hand gently slipping around your waist. "Oh, is that so?" he murmured, a mischievous sparkle lighting up his hazel eyes. Before you knew it, he pulled you forward, tumbling back onto the bed with you in his arms.

You let out a small, surprised laugh as he settled next to you, wrapping his arms snugly around your waist. "Remus," you protested half-heartedly, trying to push him away. But his grip was firm and comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly winter night. After a few weak attempts, you gave up, melting into his embrace.

You relaxed against him, resting your head on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, his heartbeat steady and calming. His hand traced gentle patterns along your back, his fingers soothing and warm, and you felt yourself melt even further into him. The feverish ache you’d felt all day started to fade, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours.

Remus pressed his cheek against your hair, his fingers tracing delicate circles across your shoulder. You could feel his soft breaths against your forehead, a quiet reminder that he was there, unwavering, taking care of you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to—just held you close, as if that alone was enough to take away the lingering aches and exhaustion.

"See?" he whispered softly. "Taking care of you isn’t so hard."

You chuckled, nuzzling further into his chest. "You make it easy to feel better, Remus."

With a tender smile, he squeezed you a little tighter, both of you sinking into the quiet warmth of each other’s embrace. It felt like the world outside had stopped, just the two of you cocooned in the comfort of each other’s arms, letting the peaceful silence settle around you.

Slowly, the heaviness of sleep started to pull at your eyes, and you nestled closer, feeling utterly safe in his embrace. Remus gently brushed a thumb along your cheek, his breath steady as he rested his chin on the top of your head, holding you like he’d never let go.

[cottonlemonade]

Overprepared

word count: 947 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University!AU Kuroo x chubby virgin!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff, humor, no descriptions of the act™

warnings: mdni, one time swearing, suggestiveness

synopsis: it’s your birthday and you decide you’re ready to take the next step with your boyfriend (chaotically)

You sat at your kitchen counter, watching open mouthed as your boyfriend cooked. You were skeptical at first when he told you he wanted to make you dinner for your birthday but to your great surprise he seemed to know what he was doing and... It was pretty darn attractive.

There he was, chopping and stirring and flipping, wearing a clean black apron over well fitted jeans and a black shirt and wielding your chef’s knife as if he had never done anything else in his life.

When he turned around to ask you something he caught you biting your lip and gave his signature cocky grin.

"Seeing something you like?"

"Not gonna lie, this might be the hottest thing you've ever done.", you noted, popping a stray piece of shredded chicken into your mouth.

"Well, now you know why I love watching you cook.", he winked.

You looked at him incredulously. "You are always this turned on when I cook for you?"

He shrugged. "Basically yeah. But it's also really relaxing at the same time. It's weird.", he booped your nose, before feeding you a spoonful of steaming broth.

"Too salty?"

"Mmmh. No, it's perfect!"

He beamed and turned the heat off.

"Then, my birthday girl, dinner is ready."

He plated up and carefully pushed your bowl across the counter.

You toasted with an ice cold capri sun and started a discussion about whether or not cereal could be considered a soup.

Once dinner was over and your kitchen cleaned again, you sighed happily.

"So.", you flung your arms around his neck and stood on tip-toes.

He kissed your forehead, "What do you wanna do first?"

"Super Smash Bros?"

"You read my mind."

Since your roommates were gone for the weekend you decided to have Tetsurou sleep over. He had done so many times before but besides the occasional make out session it had always ended rather innocently, both of you too shy to make an actual move. But today you felt ready.

Tetsurou came out of the steaming bathroom wearing his usual sweatpants and t-shirt to find you on the couch in a little pink pajama set he’d never seen before. He grinned and plopped down next to you.

"You still have", Tetsurou consulted his watch as you climbed into his lap, "82 mins of birthday left."

His hands wandered over your plush bare thighs, making you shiver and shift in his lap.

You kissed for a while, his hands restlessly roaming over your soft body, feeling a jolt in his lower abdomen whenever you gave a quiet moan or gasp when he touched you somewhere you liked.

He was sure you could feel him pressing against you, when you rolled your hips like that, and that made him braver. His touches and kisses became deeper and more forward, but he was ready to retreat at the first sign of discomfort.

You pulled away, panting slightly, your lips blushed.

As you adjusted in his lap a strap of your tank fell off your shoulder but you made no moves to fix it. His mouth felt dry and he swallowed.

You put both hands on his shoulders and sat up straighter, your neck oh so tempting in front of him.

He looked up into your eyes, slightly hidden behind strands of still damp hair.

You moved again, unmistakably grinding against him, making him suck in a harsh breath and you smiled.

"You sure?", he asked quietly.

You nodded.

"If you want me to stop at any time, you tell me, okay?"

You nodded again.

"You, too."

He scoffed and kissed the tip of your nose, "Sure."

Out of nervousness you stretched out your smallest finger.

"Pinky promise?"

Tetsurou bit his lip from laughing again and curled his pinky around yours.

"Pinky promise."

You stood up and your finger still holding on, you led him to your bedroom.

"Shit, wait, the condoms are in my bag.", Tetsurou cursed and wanted to get up from your bed again but you stopped him.

"I gotcha covered.", you said coolly and opened your bedside drawer.

A little while after you had started dating and when make outs became a more frequent thing, you had made a trip to a drugstore around the corner and stocked up on contraceptives.

Since you were unsure about the judgment of sizes in different brands, and seeing as you had never bought condoms before, you had grabbed a pack from every size just to be safe.

He grinned and took a look into the drawer, then frowned and picked up a pack.

"XS? Really?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was going to be working with."

"But XS!?"

"Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't study your crotch or held up a banana for reference or ask Kenma for help.", you said sarcastically.

“Why Kenma?”

You just shrugged.

“Are there rumors?”

“Fskdjsf - do you want there to be rumors?”

“I mean to be fair, I could do a lot worse than him. Like you for example.”

“Oh, now I see. You don’t want to have sex. Gotcha. My bad.”

“Tch, at least Kenma would know it’s not XS…”, he muttered.

“Babe, do you maybe have something to tell me?, you snorted.

“I'll show you XS.", he said with a mock grumble.

And then grabbed the largest size.

"Kuroo Tetsurou, if this slides off, I will laugh at you forever.", you said sternly.

You looked at each other.

After a few seconds you lifted your brow to underline your point and with a small huff he took a size smaller.

"You better believe I'm not gonna be gentle with you anymore now.", he lied.

[mrspiastri]

✴︎ jab we met 🧳

chapter 3. eat up, you’re gonna need it!

masterlist!

pairing: oscar piastri x reader (slight desi references but nothing too crazy)

cw: mental health issues, dysfunctional family, toxic relationships

wc: 5k words

an: this is so self indulgent but i do NOT care 😁

.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡

Oscar sat at the dining table, feeling like he was about to face a boardroom interrogation—except instead of lawyers and businessmen, it was Y/N’s entire family, and instead of legal documents, the table was drowning in food.

And not just any food.

Steaming-hot sambar sat in a large bowl at the center, next to a fragrant serving of rasam that he already knew would burn his throat. A plate of hot, crispy dosas gleamed with ghee, accompanied by chutneys in shades of white, red, and green. There was a towering mound of lemon rice, a side of spicy potato roast, a clay pot filled with curd rice, and, at Y/N’s mother’s insistence, banana leaf-wrapped meen varuval—fried fish coated in bright red masala.

Oscar was in trouble.

“You look like you’ve seen war,” Y/N whispered beside him, tearing a dosa with one hand while stirring sambar with the other.

“I feel like I’m about to.”

Across the table, her father cleared his throat. “So, Oscar,” he started, voice deep, measuring. “You said you work for a business?”

Oscar sat up straighter. He knew this tone—this was the evaluation round. “Yeah, I handle operations for our company.”

Her father raised an eyebrow. “And what does this company actually do?”

Oscar hesitated. Explaining corporate strategies to businessmen was one thing. Explaining it to Y/N’s father, who looked like he had no patience for corporate nonsense, was another.

Y/N, however, was not going to let him off the hook. She leaned in with an amused smirk. “Yes, Oscar, what do you actually do?”

Oscar exhaled. “We deal in automobile components—supply chains, logistics, development for major manufacturers. We work with brands across different markets.”

Her father hummed, unimpressed. “So, you sell car parts.”

Oscar blinked. “…Well, yes, but it’s—”

“And this requires an entire company?”

“Dad,” Y/N cut in, rolling her eyes. “That’s like saying a restaurant is just a place that fries things.”

Her father ignored her. “Do you even like this work?”

Oscar paused. He could feel Y/N watching him, waiting.

And for once, he answered honestly. “Not really.”

The entire table went silent.

Even Y/N looked surprised.

Her father leaned forward, intrigued now. “Then why do it?”

Oscar glanced down at his plate. He didn’t know how to explain it—how his father had left a mess, how he had been expected to fix it, how he had never really been asked what he wanted.

Y/N, ever perceptive, simply said, “Because it was expected of him.”

Her father studied him for a long moment, then nodded. “Hmph. That’s not living, kid. That’s surviving.”

Oscar exhaled. “Yeah. I know.”

Y/N nudged him. “Eat. Existential crises later.”

He sighed, looking at the dosa on his plate. The problem was, he didn’t know how to eat this properly without a fork.

Y/N noticed. “Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath, then reached over and took his dosa, tearing it neatly.

“I can do it,” he protested.

“Clearly, you can’t,” she teased, dipping the dosa into coconut chutney before holding it up to his mouth.

Oscar gave her a look.

Y/N grinned. “Come on, richie rich. Open up.”

The entire table was watching.

Oscar groaned but obeyed, taking the bite. It was crispy, warm, buttery with ghee—and annoyingly perfect.

“Good?” she asked smugly.

“Shut up.”

Y/N’s grandmother beamed. “Good boy.”

Y/N gasped. “Excuse me?! I’ve been here for years and I’ve never gotten a ‘good girl’!”

Her father sighed. “Y/N, you eat like a wild animal. At least he’s trying.”

Oscar smirked, feeling victorious for all of three seconds before Y/N’s mother handed him a bowl of rasam rice.

“Eat this,” she said kindly.

He was about to pick up his spoon, but Y/N snatched it away. “Uh-uh. Hands only.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “You just like torturing me.”

“Yes,” she said sweetly.

With a resigned sigh, he attempted to scoop the rice with his fingers. But when he lifted it, the grains fell apart, slipping through his fingers.

Y/N nearly choked trying to hold in her laughter. “Oh my God. Pathetic.”

Her mother shook her head fondly. “Here, son, let me show you.”

Oscar—millionaire, businessman, fully grown adult—sat there as Y/N and her mother taught him how to eat rice with his hands.

“See? Just mix, scoop, and—” Y/N demonstrated, popping a bite of rasam rice into her mouth with ease.

Oscar sighed and tried again, managing to keep the rice together this time. He took a bite—

And immediately regretted everything.

His throat burned.

It was hot, peppery, hitting him all at once. He coughed, grabbing his water as Y/N cackled.

“I told you,” she gasped between laughs.

Her father, barely hiding his amusement, handed Oscar a glass of buttermilk. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

Oscar took a sip, and the coolness instantly soothed the fire in his throat.

Her uncle, chuckling, shook his head. “Not bad. At least he didn’t run away.”

“Yet,” Oscar muttered.

Y/N, still laughing, placed a piece of banana leaf-wrapped fish on his plate. “Here. You’ll like this one.”

Oscar, trusting her for reasons unknown, took a bite.

And oh.

It was rich, slightly tangy from the marinade, the masala seeping into the perfectly cooked fish. The heat was just right, lingering but not overpowering.

He nodded in approval. “Okay. This is amazing.”

Her grandmother beamed. “Good boy.”

Y/N dropped her spoon. “Again?!”

Her father chuckled. “Well, he’s eating properly now. It’s an achievement.”

Oscar, exhausted but full, leaned back in his chair. He had survived.

Or so he thought—until Y/N’s mother placed a plate of sweet mysore pak in front of him.

“Eat more, Oscar,” she said warmly.

Y/N leaned closer, whispering, “You’re never getting out of this alive.”

Oscar sighed.

Honestly?

Maybe he didn’t want to.

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By the time Oscar and Y/N made it to her room for the night, he was stuffed, exhausted, and questioning every life decision that had led him to this moment.

He had survived dinner. Barely.

But now, as he stood in the middle of Y/N’s childhood bedroom, taking in the mess of books, fairy lights, and an old corkboard pinned with pictures and ticket stubs, he realized—this wasn’t over.

“This is where we’re sleeping?” he asked, eyeing the single bed against the wall.

Y/N threw her duffel bag onto the chair and stretched her arms lazily. “I’m sleeping here. You’re sleeping on the floor.”

Oscar let out a dry laugh. “Of course I am.”

Y/N grinned, grabbing some clothes. “I’m going to take a shower. Don’t snoop around.”

She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Oscar standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves. He glanced at the bed again.

One bed.

One very small bed.

He was never going to fit on that.

Looking around, he spotted an old mattress shoved to the side. With a resigned sigh, he dragged it onto the floor and grabbed a pillow from the bed, making himself as comfortable as possible.

Y/N returned a few minutes later, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants, towel-drying her damp hair. She took one look at him sprawled on the mattress and burst into laughter.

“What?” he frowned.

“You look so out of place,” she giggled, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Like a lost boy who wandered into a sleepover.”

Oscar sighed. “I am a lost boy.”

She snorted. “Aww, poor thing.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, undoing the top button of his shirt. “Do you always keep your room this messy?”

Y/N glanced around at her room—the string lights, the half-open books, the Polaroids taped to the wall. “Yep. It’s home.”

Oscar didn’t say anything, just looked at her, at how at ease she was here.

“Do you ever stop thinking and just... exist?” she asked suddenly, tilting her head.

Oscar scoffed. “No.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow at his face. “Figures.”

He caught it easily, setting it behind his head. “You’re the kind of person who falls asleep instantly, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” she said proudly. “I just close my eyes and poof—gone.”

Oscar sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep in years.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “That’s... kind of sad.”

He shrugged. “It’s just how it is.”

For a moment, there was silence, just the faint hum of the fan and the occasional noise from outside.

Then, Y/N shifted, propping her chin on her palm. “Hey, Oscar?”

He turned his head slightly. “Yeah?”

She grinned. “If you do overthink everything, try overthinking this—you’re in a random town, sleeping on a mattress in a stranger’s house, after being force-fed by my family, with no idea what’s happening next.”

Oscar blinked.

Then let out a quiet laugh.

She was right. It was ridiculous.

Y/N yawned, flopping back onto her pillow. “Good night, rich boy.”

Oscar shook his head, exhaling. “Good night, menace.”

🪻🪻🪻

Oscar lay on the thin mattress, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended him.

It had been at least two hours since they had gone to bed.

Two hours of tossing, turning, and shifting on what might as well have been a concrete slab pretending to be a mattress. His pillow was too soft, the blanket was too thin, and no matter how much he adjusted, his body refused to relax.

He let out a slow exhale, staring up at the ceiling fan, its blades whirring in lazy circles. Outside, the faint hum of crickets filled the night, interrupted only by the occasional honk of a truck passing on the highway.

He turned onto his side. Then onto his back again. Then onto his other side.

Nothing.

Meanwhile, Y/N—the bane of his existence—had passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.

She was curled up on the tiny bed, tangled in her blanket, one arm hanging limply over the edge. Her breathing was soft, even, completely undisturbed. She had fallen asleep with the ease of someone who had never known a sleepless night in her life.

It was infuriating.

Another frustrated sigh left his lips.

Then—

“Stop moving.”

Oscar stilled. “You’re awake?”

Y/N groaned, her voice muffled against the pillow. “I wasn’t—until you started rolling around like a possessed ragdoll.”

Oscar frowned. “I’m not rolling around.”

“You are,” she grumbled, shifting slightly. “What’s your problem?”

“I can’t sleep.”

She cracked one eye open, peering at him in the dim light. “Try harder.”

Oscar huffed. “I am trying.”

She groaned dramatically. “What’s wrong? The floor too poor for your spoilt ass?”

“No,” he muttered. “It’s just... different. Too quiet.”

Y/N snorted. “Too quiet? That’s a problem?”

“Yes,” Oscar said flatly. “I grew up in a city. I’m used to background noise—cars, voices, something. This is just... empty.”

She blinked sleepily at him, then sighed, scooting over on the bed.

“Alright, come up here.”

Oscar blinked. “What?”

“You obviously suck at sleeping alone,” she muttered, patting the empty space beside her. “So stop being annoying and get in the bed before you die of sleep deprivation.”

He hesitated. “There’s barely any space.”

“So?” She yawned. “We’ll fit.”

Oscar arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure about this?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oscar, if you don’t get in this bed in the next five seconds, I will throw my pillow at you.”

He exhaled, debating his choices. The mattress on the floor had all the comfort of a pile of bricks, and at this rate, he wasn’t going to get any sleep at all.

With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. The space was small, barely enough for one person, let alone two.

“Lie down, idiot,” Y/N mumbled, already half-asleep again.

He gave her an unimpressed look but finally settled beside her, careful to keep a respectable amount of distance.

The bed creaked slightly under his weight.

There was a pause as they adjusted, shifting to get comfortable. The proximity was... noticeable. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, smell the faint scent of her shampoo—something floral and way too nice for a menace like her.

“This better not become a habit,” he muttered.

Y/N hummed sleepily. “No promises.”

Oscar scoffed, but as his body finally relaxed against the mattress, exhaustion creeping in, he realized—

For the first time in years, sleep actually came easy.

🪻🪻🪻

Oscar’s first thought upon waking up was that he was very warm.

His second thought was that something—no, someone—was pressed against him.

And his third thought, the one that sent his brain spiraling into a full-blown crisis, was that he was completely wrapped around Y/N.

His arm was curled tightly around her waist, fingers resting just under the hem of her shirt, where soft skin met fabric. His other hand was somehow beneath her head, buried in her hair. One of her legs was thrown over his, tangled together at the knee, locking them very much against each other. And worst of all—

She was clinging to him.

Her arm was snug around his torso, her face tucked into the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers, still curled slightly, had twisted into the fabric of his shirt like she had been holding on.

Oscar’s body locked up.

His heart slammed once, twice, three times against his ribs.

What the hell?

Slowly—very slowly—he tilted his head to look down at her.

Y/N was still fast asleep, lips parted slightly, her breathing soft and steady. Blissfully unaware of the fact that she had turned into a human octopus overnight.

Oscar swallowed hard.

He had three options.

1. Move. Untangle himself, escape before she woke up and saw them like this.

2. Do not move at all and pray to every higher power that she never woke up.

3. Die on the spot.

He barely had time to decide because—

“OH MY GOD!”

A chorus of voices erupted from the doorway.

Oscar’s soul left his body.

His head snapped up so fast he nearly crashed into Y/N’s.

At the entrance to the room, staring in absolute horror, was Y/N’s entire family.

Her mother, father, uncle, grandmother, two aunts, and a handful of younger cousins were all frozen in place, eyes wide, mouths slightly open, taking in the scene of absolute destruction before them.

Y/N, still half-asleep, made a tiny noise of protest, pressing closer.

Oscar internally screamed.

And then—

“Y/N.”

Her father’s voice was deadly.

Oscar’s entire body locked up.

Y/N finally blinked awake, groggy and confused. She let out a small hum, rubbing her eyes. “Why is everyone being so loud—”

Then she felt it.

The hard chest beneath her palm.
The arm tight around her waist.
The leg very much tangled with hers.

Her body froze.

And then, like a slow-motion horror movie, she turned her head—

Saw the crowd of judgmental onlookers at the door—

Saw her father’s murderous expression—

Then finally realized that she was practically draped over Oscar like a human blanket.

There was exactly one second of silence before—

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

She shoved him.

Oscar barely had time to react before he rolled right off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud THUD.

“OW—”

Her grandmother let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her chest. “Oh God! In my own house!”

Her younger cousin gasped. “Did you guys elope?!”

“WHAT?!” Y/N whipped around so fast she nearly fell off the bed. “NO—OH MY GOD—NO!”

Oscar groaned from the floor, rubbing his back. “I think I broke something.”

Her father took a menacing step forward, voice dangerously low. “What. Is. This?”

Y/N flailed her arms, wildly shaking her head. “NOTHING! I CAN EXPLAIN!”

Her mother gasped. “So there is something to explain?!”

“NO—YES—WAIT—” Y/N clutched her head, looking completely deranged. “He couldn’t sleep!”

Her father’s jaw clenched. “So you invited him into your bed?!”

Oscar, knowing his life depended on his response, quickly sat up. “I was forced! I swear!”

Her father advanced toward him. “FORCED?!”

Y/N kicked Oscar’s leg. “OH MY GOD, don’t make it sound worse!”

Oscar winced. “I meant—I couldn’t sleep on the floor! She said to get on the bed! And then—I don’t know what happened after that!”

Her aunt covered her mouth, looking thrilled. “This is so scandalous.”

Her grandmother whimpered. “I need holy water.”

One of her cousins whispered loudly, “I think they’re in love.”

Y/N’s mother exhaled dramatically. “Beta, at least marry first.”

“WHAT?!”

Her uncle, clearly enjoying Oscar’s suffering, clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Better get a ring, son.”

And then—just like that—her entire family slowly filed out of the room, muttering to each other.

Leaving behind the biggest disaster of Oscar’s entire existence.

Y/N stared blankly at the door.

Oscar collapsed back onto the mattress.

Then—

Y/N whipped toward him. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”

Oscar let out a breathless, hysterical laugh. “How the hell is this my fault?!”

“You let me cling to you in my sleep!”

“I didn’t have a choice!”

Y/N groaned, covering her face. “Oh my God, I have to live with these people.”

Oscar smirked, rubbing his face. “You did threaten me last night.”

Y/N stilled.

Then gasped, eyes widening.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “They totally think we’re engaged.”

Oscar sighed, flopping back onto the floor. “Fantastic. I hope you’re happy, fiancée.”

Y/N picked up a pillow and smacked him in the face.

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Oscar sat at the dining table, elbows resting on the wood, mentally preparing himself for war.

After the absolute catastrophe of this morning, he had barely managed to escape Y/N’s room before being dragged to breakfast by her mother. Now, he was sitting stiffly across from her father, who had yet to blink at him even once.

Y/N sat beside Oscar, looking tense, arms crossed over her chest, visibly bracing herself.

The table was full, just like last night, but this time, the atmosphere was different.

More… charged.

Her grandmother sat on one side, drinking chai like she was watching a soap opera. Her mother busied herself serving food, but the small smile playing at her lips said she was enjoying this too much. Her uncle, aunts, and cousins were all present, sneaking glances at Oscar like he was the subject of a heated debate.

And her father?

He sat at the head of the table, arms firmly crossed, watching Oscar like he was an insect under a microscope.

“So,” her father said, voice calm—too calm. “Oscar.”

Oscar resisted the urge to straighten his spine like he was in a military trial. “Yes, sir?”

Her father leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “How long have you and Y/N been together?”

Oscar choked on air.

Y/N gasped. “WHAT?!”

Her uncle hummed thoughtfully. “Good question, actually.”

Her mother nodded along, placing a plate of steaming upma in front of Oscar. “Yes, son. Tell us. When did this start?”

Y/N’s face turned red. “IT DIDN’T START. BECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING TO START.”

Her grandmother ignored her completely. “Did you propose yet?” she asked, looking far too interested.

Oscar, who had not even fully processed waking up in her bed yet, blinked. “What?”

Her younger cousin gasped. “Are you guys secretly engaged?!”

Y/N whipped around to Oscar. “SAY SOMETHING!”

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to speak. “Uh, no. We’re not… together.”

Silence.

Her father raised an eyebrow. “Then why were you wrapped around my daughter this morning?”

Oscar froze.

Y/N froze.

Her mother hummed thoughtfully. “It did look very cozy.”

Oscar felt his soul leave his body.

Y/N groaned into her hands. “Can we NOT talk about this at breakfast?”

Her uncle ignored her completely. “Oscar, beta, let me give you some advice. If you’re going to sneak into a girl’s bed, at least wake up before her family catches you.”

Oscar wanted to die.

Y/N screamed into her hands. “HE DIDN’T SNEAK IN! I TOLD HIM TO SLEEP THERE!”

Her father’s jaw clenched. “You told him?”

Y/N paused. “Wait. That sounded bad.”

Oscar ran a hand down his face. “For the record, I was on the floor. At first.”

Her grandmother tsked. “Why would you make the poor boy sleep on the floor? Just sleep next to him like a proper wife.”

Y/N slammed her forehead against the table. “OH MY GOD, Ajji, PLEASE.”

Oscar coughed violently, grabbing his water.

Her younger cousin beamed. “So you will marry him?”

“NO!” Y/N wailed.

Her mother gave her a pointed look. “Y/N, don’t shout at the dining table.”

Y/N groaned into her hands.

Oscar—who had faced corporate nightmares, million-dollar lawsuits, and high-pressure negotiations—was completely out of his depth.

“Okay, okay,” he finally said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s clear this up.” He turned to her father, the real threat in the room. “Sir, I respect your daughter a lot. Nothing happened last night. It was purely accidental—I promise.”

Her father stared at him for a long, long moment.

Oscar swore he could hear his own heartbeat.

And then—

Her father sighed. “Hmph.”

Y/N peeked up cautiously. “Hmph… what?”

Her father picked up his tea. “At least he’s honest.”

Silence.

Then her mother clapped her hands together cheerfully. “Well, now that that’s settled, eat! Before the food gets cold.”

Y/N collapsed into her seat, exhaling in relief.

Oscar, still slightly traumatized, grabbed his spoon, desperate for a distraction.

But just as he took a bite, her grandmother leaned in closer, voice conspiratorial.

“So when are you proposing?”

Oscar choked violently.

Oscar barely managed to recover from choking on his upma before Y/N slammed her hand on the table, glaring at her grandmother like she had just suggested world war.

“Ajji, enough!” Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “He’s not proposing! We’re not together! He’s just—” She waved a hand at Oscar, searching for the right words. “A nuisance who got stuck with me on accident!”

Oscar, mid-sip of water, raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That’s the most romantic description of our situation.”

Her uncle smirked. “You two bicker like an old married couple.”

Y/N whipped around. “Stop encouraging them!”

Her grandmother, completely ignoring her, turned to Oscar with a warm smile. “Beta, don’t let this one boss you around too much. She’s always been stubborn. But I can tell she likes you.”

Oscar, still shell-shocked from the last fifteen minutes, blinked. “Uh.”

Her father finally sighed, setting down his tea. “Enough of this nonsense.” He turned to Oscar with his usual scrutinizing gaze. “You say nothing happened. Fine. I’ll believe you.”

Oscar exhaled in relief—only to immediately tense up at her father’s next words.

“But tell me something, Oscar,” he continued, taking a measured sip of chai. “What exactly do you plan to do now?”

Oscar blinked. “Uh… excuse me?”

Her father leaned forward slightly. “You have spent days traveling with my daughter, stayed in my home, and now my entire family is convinced you’re in a relationship with her.” He set his cup down with a thud. “So what now?”

Oscar froze.

He had not thought that far ahead.

Hell, up until last night, he had been running on pure survival instinct.

Before he could even attempt a response, Y/N scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “What do you mean ‘what now’? Nothing! He’ll just leave in a few days.”

Her father raised an eyebrow. “And that’s it?”

“Yes!” Y/N gestured wildly at Oscar. “He’s not my boyfriend! He’s just some guy who got stuck on a train with me!”

Her grandmother shook her head. “Ah, beta… so naïve. First, he’s just some guy. Next thing you know, wedding bells.”

Y/N nearly threw her spoon at the woman.

Oscar, for the first time ever, felt genuine sympathy for her.

“This is ridiculous,” Y/N grumbled, shoving a spoon of food into her mouth like it was the only thing keeping her sane. “We’re not getting married.”

Her uncle chuckled, stirring his coffee. “We’ll see.”

Y/N groaned, slamming her forehead onto the table.

Oscar—who had survived corporate warfare but was currently losing to an old Indian grandmother—ran a hand down his face. “Can we please talk about something else?”

Her mother smiled sweetly. “Of course, son.”

Finally. A break.

And then—

Her father narrowed his eyes. “What did you say your company does again?”

Oscar’s spoon clattered onto his plate.

Y/N, still face-down on the table, muffled a laugh.

“Oh,” her uncle smirked. “This should be fun.”

And just like that, Oscar realized—

Breakfast was far from over.

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Oscar knew Y/N had a boyfriend.

She had mentioned him a few times—offhandedly, casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. But the fact that she even hadsomeone waiting for her made no sense to him.

Because how could someone like her belong to just one person?

She was a storm, dragging people along in her chaos, never staying in one place long enough to be tied down. She talked to strangers like old friends, threw herself into situations without hesitation, and had absolutely no sense of self-preservation.

She was impossible to contain.

And yet, apparently, some guy had managed to do exactly that.

Oscar tried not to think about it.

Tried to ignore the way it bothered him, even though it shouldn’t.

Because it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t like he liked her.

(Right?)

But then, Y/N marched up to him one evening, eyes alight with mischief, hands on her hips, and said—

“I’m running away.”

Oscar blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

Y/N grinned. “I’m leaving. And you’re coming with me.”

Oscar exhaled, already exhausted. “Oh my God. What now?”

She bounced on her heels, practically vibrating with excitement. “I’m going to see my boyfriend.”

And there it was.

A stupid, stupid feeling twisted in his chest—one that he refused to name.

Oscar let out a short, humorless laugh, crossing his arms. “Since when do you need to run away to meet him?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Since my entire family decided they wanted me to marry you.”

Oscar winced. Right. That.

After the absolute nightmare of this morning, where her family had basically planned their wedding, he could see why she was desperate to escape.

Still.

He didn’t have to like the alternative.

He cleared his throat, forcing his expression into neutral disinterest. “And what exactly do you need me for?”

She gasped, grabbing his hands dramatically. “Oscar, I need you.”

His stupid heart stuttered, before his brain kicked in and reminded him that she was full of shit.

He pried his hands out of hers immediately. “That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.”

She groaned, stepping back. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”

Oscar huffed. “And you’re insane.”

She poked his shoulder. “Come on. You need to get out of here too, don’t you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Why the hell would I help you run away to some guy?”

Y/N smirked. “Oh? Some guy?”

Oscar froze.

Shit.

“That’s not what I—” He scowled, turning away. “Whatever.”

She giggled, delighted. “Oscar, are you jealous?”

“No.” Too fast.

“Oh my God.” She grinned.

“I said no.”

She gasped, clutching her chest. “Oscar Piastri. Do you like me?”

He turned back to her, deadpan. “I will actually leave you in a ditch.”

She laughed, grabbing his wrist before he could walk away. “Come on, Oscar. Run away with me.”

Oscar exhaled harshly, looking up at the sky like it would give him the patience to deal with her.

And then, reluctantly, stupidly, he said—

“…Fine.”

🪻🪻🪻

Sneaking out of a house filled with her entire family was not the smartest idea.

Especially not when that family had already caught them tangled up in bed together that morning.

Oscar had never been interrogated like that in his life.

But now, he was standing by the window of Y/N’s bedroom, watching as she shoved a ridiculous amount of clothes into a backpack.

“Are you seriously packing like we’re going on vacation?” he whispered, incredulous.

“I’m running away, not becoming a hermit, Oscar,” she shot back. “What do you expect me to do? Walk around in the same clothes for days?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, you’re so dramatic.”

She ignored him, stuffing a bottle of perfume into the bag.

Oscar sighed and turned back to the window. The house was dark, but he could hear distant voices from the other rooms—her family was still awake.

“Are you sure about this?” he muttered.

Y/N zipped up her bag. “Of course.”

Oscar hesitated. He didn’t know why he was still stalling. He had agreed, hadn’t he?

But something about this felt wrong.

Like once they left, things would change.

Like he was losing something before he even had it.

Before he could dwell on it, Y/N grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the window.

“Come on,” she whispered, swinging a leg over the ledge.

Oscar stared at her, horrified. “You want me to climb out of the window?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize that’s probably going to break a few bones right?”

She gasped. “You’re so boring.”

“Boring is safe.”

“Boring is lame.”

Oscar groaned. “Why do I let you make the decisions?”

She grinned. “Because I’m always right.”

Before he could protest, she jumped.

Oscar’s heart stopped for a split second before he heard her soft landing on the grass below.

“See?” she whisper-shouted. “Easy!”

Oscar muttered a string of curses, then—begrudgingly—climbed out after her.

The night air was warm and thick, cicadas buzzing in the background as they crouched in the shadows.

“You got a plan?” Oscar whispered.

She grinned. “Nope.”

He closed his eyes, counted to ten.

“Is what I would have said before. I rented us a car to drive down to Coorg. The good news is you’ll be driving us.”

This was going to be hell.

And yet, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the night, he didn’t let go.

oscar getting bullied into drinking rasam is a huge part of this entire chapter. my fav part actually. he will learn to enjoy it eventually stay tuned :p

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BnHA Chapter 428: Night of the Kouhai

Previously on BnHA: Well at least Spinner is sort of kind of doing okay??

Today on BnHA: I see the check that I sent to Horikoshi finally cleared.

okay first things first, you all know how it is right. I’ve never made a secret of my Kacchan bias on this blog. I promise you I did actually write a recap to 426 and 427 as well, but both of those chapters went HEAVY on the themes and drama and philosophical shit, and my reactions were kind of all over the place, and the Todoroki one in particular was like a million words wrong and it needs a shit ton of editing which I don’t know when I’ll have the spoons for

on the other hand however, a chapter like this which features class 2A cuteness and an absolutely unreasonable amount of Kacchan character development fanservice to hyperfixate on, takes absolutely no spoons at all and in fact actively recharges some of my spoons, so yeah. here we are

anyway so when we last left off Kacchan and Shouto were in terrible danger from a threat more terrifying than any they’ve ever encountered before. so I already knew this chapter was going to be great

“IIDA IS BIG AND STRONG AND AUTHORITATIVE, LET’S HIDE BEHIND HIM, HE WILL PROTECT US” everyone, I’m delighted to announce that the BnHA manga ending arc, despite having its ups and downs until this point, has officially been saved thanks to this panel right here. pack it up folks. this was officially a sweeping success. this panel brought Tomura back to life and teleported Touya’s mind back into his childhood self from roughly ten years ago time travel fix-it style. Horikoshi you beautiful bastard

Shouto trying to explain that he can handle them one on one but just not ALL TOGETHER IN THIS TERRIFYING SWARM LIKE THIS... buddy you don’t have to explain yourself sob. or is he trying to negotiate with them??

meanwhile Kacchan skips the negotiations entirely because he’s already assessed the situation and knows that the best way to handle this is to appeal to Iida Tenya’s boundless love of regulation and social order

y’all it’s killing me that this boy can handle being LITERALLY MURDERED by the greatest evil the world has ever known. but a group of admiring fifteen year old kouhais? no sir. that’s where he taps out

“but I thought Bakugou liked attention” yes well, you see, Shinsou, it’s kinda a “monkey’s paw curls” sort of thing

Kaminari with the BLACK SPEECH BUBBLE lmfao. FRIENDSHIP WITH KACCHAN HAS BEEN CANCELLED. NOW MIDORIYA IS MY BEST FRIEND

“well you see up until recently the ladies all thought Kacchan was a feral troll so they avoided him at all costs” wow Deku this man literally died for you and you just throw him under the bus with zero hesitation just like that

“SOURCE: ME, HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND” just adding in his credentials in that little footnote there lest anyone question his authority on the subject

wait so is Shinsou surprised that girls used to not like Kacchan? or is he surprised that Kacchan and Deku were childhood friends? I can see how the latter might be surprising (oh Shinsou, sometimes I forget that you effectively just got here. we have so much to catch you up on. you will not BELIEVE how badly the two of these kids just want to hold hands all the time), but ngl, I’m rooting for the former just for the implications. “you’re seriously telling me a certified ten like him never had any girls interested in him?”

Horikoshi, hear me out, I know there are only two chapters left after this, and they’ve both already been written. but if you wanted to rewrite one of them at the last minute in order to add about a dozen more pages solely dedicated to Shinsou interrogating the rest of class 2A about Kacchan’s love life, out of what he insists is just innocent curiosity with no ulterior motives. well, I would not complain about that

anyway so yes Shinsou he is still single, for now. though I don’t really think it’s the girls you need to be worried about

meanwhile Mineta is all, “I just wanted to let all of you know MY opinion, which is that Bakugou isn’t morally upstanding enough for my delicate sensibilities.” yes you heard that right. Mineta of all people is weighing in on which personalities are deserving of being popular. that’s some audacity right there

A WILD DEKU FANBOY APPEARS???!

“IT GAVE ME COURAGE” omg yesssssss. jotting this down for essay material at some future point in time!! because THIS. this right here is the true “what it means to be a hero” in my opinion. a hero is someone who brings reassurance, yes. someone who makes people feel safe. but I think a hero should also be someone who makes people feel brave. someone who inspires other people to be heroic in turn. so yes, this, all of this, inject it into my veins. wtg Deku

having an official fanboy apparently broke Deku’s brain. hang in there bud. I know you’ve still got villain angst to work through, but try to enjoy this. you’re allowed to have nice things

IS MINETA STRANGLING KACCHAN BY HIS FUCKING TIE OMFG. THAT’S WHY HE NEVER USED TO WEAR THEM. also you’ve worn my patience down all the way now Mineta. get the fuck out of my blog

also Kacchan successfully beat the shit out of him with his ONE GOOD ARM so take that Mineta

also shoutout to this KiriBaku moment right here which feels like the first time we’ve had the two of them together in ages. good stuff

I’m LOVING this panel of Ochako staring at Deku all indecipherably, but ngl it’s also giving me just the slightest bit of anxiety, because does this mean we’re finally gonna get answers on what ultimately happened to Toga. it better not be sad. please don’t ruin my happy chapter with depressing things Horikoshi

“tell them no” OH MY GOD AIZAWA’S TURNING DOWN ALL THE INTERVIEW REQUESTS FOR HIS KIDS SO THEY CAN JUST BE KIDS AGAIN FOR A LITTLE WHILE nooooo what is this. “yeah but I’m prioritizing the kids who aren’t up for dishing to the media about all of their horrific trauma.” omfg. it’s been too long since my last Dadzawa feels. I wasn’t ready after all this time

you guys Izuku finally got a new hero costume that’s not in tatters after all this time. all it took was his old costume getting literally torn to shreds. and now he’s back to looking twelve years old again lol

JEANIST AND FATGUM REUNION?!?! RETURN OF KACCHAN’S THIRD DAD, AND A SECOND WACKY UNCLE TO BACK UP GOOD OLD MIC? GOD BLESS

FAT HIRED TAMAKI AS A SIDEKICK D’AWWWW

now they’re putting the kids to work. glorified janitorial duty. Deku you better not be using up any more of your embers on this sob

this motherfucker did not just liken my baby boy Kacchan to “distressed denim” omg. we have less than three chapters left and we’re spending our hard-earned time on this and I TRULY WOULD NOT CHANGE A SINGLE THING

“Kacchan on light duty” PROTECT HIM!!! don’t think I don’t see you over there too in the background, Aizawa. he’s surrounded by dads. they’re not letting him out of their sight again until he’s thirty

meanwhile he’s out here quietly sorting through trash with his one good hand without complaint and without even the barest hint of a gremlin face. with his half-and-half costume so we can’t see how fucked up his arm is. AND NO MORE MASK. we burned the mask. my thank you letters are in the mail, Horikoshi. and you too TomurAFO, this was your actual greatest contribution to society

ANOTHER DAD?!?!?!

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“don’t worry, I’m gradually recovering” fsdfkslfkj r.i.p. my ability to take this man seriously ever again. do you think his voice is like the normal sexy Edgeshot ASMR voice except all high-pitched like a squirrel in a Disney princess movie. it is, isn’t it

he can make hands now. buddy you’re amazing. mvp of the entire fucking manga. my son literally owes you his life. please let me see you sitting Jeanist’s shoulder like a parrot before this wonderful glorious chapter ends

Kacchan’s little cheek scar is somehow both badass and adorable at the same time. I can’t stress how fucking much this chapter is just surrounding me with “protect him at all costs” feelings.

MORE SOFT KACCHAN FEELS ON THE NEXT PAGE BECAUSE HORIKOSHI WROTE THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY FOR ME, THANK YOU SO MUCH

“are you... [ever] gonna go back to normal?” because if not he’s gonna cry himself to sleep every night for the rest of his life!! no big!! YOU WOULDN’T DO THAT TO HIM WOULD YOU EDGESHOT?

NO HE WOULD NOT. THANK YOU EDGESHOT. ONCE AGAIN YOU ARE A REAL ONE

...or wait. so does he mean he is indeed going to go back to normal eventually? or is it that he’s embracing this new form as an exciting new evolution, hence the “even further”? it kind of feels like the latter, ngl. especially with this weird sad little smile Kacchan gives in response... fuck me. what the hell am I gonna do when this series ends in two weeks. nobody can rip my soul to pieces as utterly and effortlessly as Horikoshi does, man

THEY MADE THE KIDS LUNCH AWWWW. though in fairness there’s something seriously messed up with Japan if any of these kids ever has to pay for another meal again for the REST OF THEIR LIVES. like come on

noooooo goddammit I’m tired of seeing Izuku quietly despairing over things that AREN’T HIS FAULT

I am glad to see this side of the civilian population, though. sure have come a long way since the low point that was the U.A. clown mob. I like this a whole lot better ngl

what’s up with this mysterious bus all of a sudden

OH MY GOD THEY’RE BACK LMAO. QUICKLY BAKUDADS. form a perimeter

they’re apologizing again dsfkjlskdfjlsfd THEY DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER EVERYONE’S CIRCUMSTANCES!!! holy shit these first years are all collectively my new favorite character

Cementoss couldn’t take the pressure omfg. is this your first year as a homeroom teacher?? YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING OUT OF CEMENT BUT CAN YOU MAKE YOURSELF A FREAKING SPINE, CEMENTOSS. I love him

Cementoss is telling them to go work in the corner so they don’t bother everyone else lmao. stuck them as far away from Kacchan as possible. good looking out, Cementoss. how many dads are we up to now?? five? six if we count Iida????

“hey so anyway what actually is up with these fucking kouhai though” I don’t know but my greatest regret is that this only became a thing three chapters before the series finale. where has this nonsense been all my life

“I don’t really understand” me neither fella but here in BnHA land we just roll with it

now we’re cutting back to Ochako who’s making yet another mysterious face that makes me think she knows perfectly well how much we all want to know whether Toga is alive or not, and she’s deliberately dragging it out just to fuck with us

okay I honestly can’t tell if Ochako is being fake cheerful or genuinely cheerful. but it’s definitely fake cheerful right??

aaaaand there’s a close up of Deku with FULL LIGHT back in his eyes like the clouds just parted for the first time in an age. accompanied by a THROB sound effect. ohhhh buddy. did my boy just have a hormone. is it finally that time

THEY’RE LETTING THE KIDS GO BACK HOME OMG. if they want. awwww. r.i.p. fanfic dorms. poor Shinsou missing out ONCE AGAIN

THEY DIDN’T CATCH THE CONCLUSION OF THE TOGACHAKO FIGHT ON FILM??! oh hell no. that settles it, she’s definitely still alive

tell me this cheeky motherfucker (Horikoshi, not Ochako lol) isn’t going to try and actually END THE SERIES with Toga’s fate still all ~mysterious~ and ~up in the air~ like I’m starting to get the sneaking suspicion that he’s doing

HORIKOSHI I SAID I DIDN’T WANT A DEPRESSING CHAPTER WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME WITH THESE FEELS AFTER I LET MY GUARD DOWN

YOU REALLY GAVE MY GIRL A SYMBOLIC FRODO STYLE ANGSTY STAB WOUND SO SHE CAN NEVER FORGET THE PAIN OF THAT DAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW WITH THIS

DEKU AHHHHHH

oh my god lol. I’m so curious what’s going to happen next week. my money for the record is on them bonding in a STRICTLY PLATONIC WAY over their respective dead(!??!?!) villains rather than a Romance Thing happening. but I wouldn’t be bothered if they do go there though just so long as we don’t get any timeskip epilogues where they’ve all got fucking kids and such now. don’t you do that to me Horikoshi Kouhei. I swear to god two chapters left omfg. this is really happening. the inexorable march of time etc. etc. ahhhhhhhhh