#thanks for stickin it out y’all

[technicalgator]

🛠️“The Engineer, is Engi-here!” 🛠️

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Finally finished my design of Engie! I love this cowboy sm <3

Ramblings and close-ups under the cut below!

A lot a people have their own interpretations/style designs of the mercs, so I thought why not make one of my fav merc? So here we are!

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Engie is that he’s an all-round decent guy, and treats everyone with respect as long as that’s reciprocated! He’s transmasc and ain’t afraid to show it, and loves his partner, the other equally insanely smart man on the team, Medic! ✨ If you don’t find him tinkering away in his workshop or hangin’ out with the Doc, you’ll find him spending some time with the other mercs that he likes, or playing with his robot dog :D

🛠️BLU🛠️

Like most headcanons, Blu Engie is a defender/builder! You’ll find him setting up a nest of defenses at a good point, and a good spot for all the mercs to heal up with his dispenser! He rarely goes out into battle and prefers to hang back, but if any enemies do get close, he won’t hesitate to give them a few rounds of his sentry >:]

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🧨RED🧨

Unlike Blu Engie, Red Engi is a battle engineer! You’ll find him running into the frontlines with his trusted mini-sentry, gear and Gunslinger! He craves the rush of adrenaline and thrill of the fight >:D (kill and maim!!!)

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✨Decals✨

One of the mercs Engie gets along with and looks out for the most is Pyro! Engie and Pyro are like a fatherly/unruly child duo to me, where they got each other’s backs on the field, and Engie himself just looks after Pyro! Pyro also looks up to Engie, and will usually show his appreciation by placing stickers on Engie’s hardhat, and pins for his overalls! Engie at first was uncertain about all the decal, but after seeing how happy it made Pyro when he wore them, he wears the decals proudly! Engie has a different decal set for both Red and Blu! ✨

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Thank y’all for stickin’ around through my rambling!! I had a BLAST drawing and designin’ my Engie! I have a doodle sheet of Engie I’m almost done with that I will also be postin’ soon as well! 🛠️✨

[dailyashleighraichu]

THANK YOU ALL FOR 2,000 FOLLOWERS, HOLY CRAP!!!

I never thought I’d get to this milestone again. The last time I did, it was on my old MLP ask blog. Since then, it’s been a while ride. This blog is almost 6 years old and I’ve had such a blast interacting with so many awesome people, I can’t wait for the ride to continue. So again, thank y’all for stickin’ around, it means the world to me.

Okay, mushy stuff out of the way- GIVEAWAY TIME!!!!!!!

It has been a HOT minute since I’ve done a giveaway, but I think it’s a good time to do one again.

Here’s the prizes!

1st Place: Fully Detailed Shaded drawing with a character of your choice

2nd Place: Flat Colored drawing with a character of your choice

3rd Place: 2 “Lil Pixels” with characters of your choice

Rules are easy!:

Likes count as one entry, reblogging counts as one entry. Doing both gets you two entries!

Be following the blog (If you follow on an alt account, please let me know)

To make sure you read the rules, tell me about your favorite Pokemon NPC!

Giveaway will end on January 30th (the blog’s 6th birthday!)

Once again, I cannot thank everyone enough for being with me on this wild ride. I hope to keep making content that y’all will love for a little while longer. With that, take care!

[ask-mafioso-bendy]

Thanks fer stickin’ around this long, y’all. I’m honestly a bit surprised I got such an audience in a short amount of time like that . . . I know it technically ain’t somethin’ ta boast over, but I’m happy ta have yer company here on out.

[artnerd1123]

hokay I’ve been *insert pouty frog image here* for long enough. time to watch net/flix or cross some animals

[yikiesdotexe]

so uhh,,, i guess i have some explaining to do :/,,,,, i never meant to be gone this long, especially with no notice, but the more time that passed, the scarier it seemed to face this. i don’t wanna go into too much detail, but the past few months have been pretty rough for me, mental health-wise. at times, i could barely drag myself out of bed, much less bring myself to draw. but i’m better now, and i’m back! i couldn’t be more thankful to y’all for stickin with me :). anyway, have a screenshot redraw of the gals. more on the way!

[babbushka]

Cant wait for the Hanukkah prompts!!! Im sooo excited! I really like “Person A and Person B stealing kisses by the candles, a moment of intimacy away from everyone” and I was thinking for modern day kylo or clyde maybe? Youre the best *kisses*

Duck Tape was, as it always is tendin’ to be these days, loud. Noisy in the best of ways, all his favorite patrons huddled together at the bar and in their booths. Folks new and old are sippin’ on warm drinks to combat the chill of the West Virginia winter outside, admirin’ the general décor of the place. Anytime someone asks him how the hell he managed to spruce the ol’ place up so well, he blushes and sticks a thumb out to you, where you’re laughin’ and talkin’ with some of your friends.

Clyde had asked you to come on over earlier in the month to put up some decorations to get DT in the holiday spirit. You had been ecstatic to help, and had shown up with dozens of boxes of lights and chalk paint for the windows. The both of y’all even went out to the local tree farm and picked up a real live fraser fir.

Yep, the place was picture perfect, but somethin’ in your eyes had made him real sad, that sinkin’ feeling in his chest creepin’ outta him.

“What’s the matter?” He had asked you when all was said and done and Duck Tape looked like a winter wonderland, “Don’t ya like it? Is it missin’ somethin’?”

“It’s beautiful, Clyde.” You had smiled sheepishly at him, “It’s just…well, d’ya think we could maybe have a menorah up somewhere? I’ll put it out of the way so no one goes causin’ any trouble.”

“No,” Clyde had frowned then – thinkin’ about the trouble that you’re talking to. Your face falls, mistakin’ his no for a real no, which has him bitin’ his lip hard and shakin’ his head, “No we ain’t gonna hide it. We’ll put it right in the window where it’s supposed to be.”

“Really?” Your eyes had gone so wide, surprised and filled with hope.

“You bet,” Clyde nodded, already pickin’ out the best window for it, the one that faces the parkin’ lot so everyone on the street will be able to see, “And if there’s anybody who wants to say somethin’ about it, they can say so to me. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear honey.” You had grinned, and on the very first night of Hanukkah, the menorah had shown up and was placed right in the window, just like Clyde had promised.

 Now there hadn’t been much trouble at all, to both of your relief. Even now, on the seventh night with the holiday almost over, no one had given it so much as a dirty look. In fact, turns out that there were a handful of Jewish folk who frequented the bar whose whole faces lit up when they say it. To say that it filled Clyde’s heart with even more holiday cheer was an understatement.

Thinkin’ about all of this has him searchin’ the bar for you, because somewhere in all his daydreamin’ you had gotten up from your spot with all your friends. Frowinin’, Clyde’s eyes scan the booths until he sees your pretty face through the window. You had gone outside to look at the candles, and Clyde itches to join you – so he does.

“Mighty chilly out here,” Clyde says, stickin’ his hand in his pocket and sidlin’ up to you real close.

“Yeah, it was just gettin’ too loud in there.” You reply, tilting your head to rest it on him, softly sayin’ “Thank you.”

Clyde wraps his other arm around your shoulders and tucks you close to his chest, takin’ in a deep breath and watching as the exhale comes out in great big plumes of steam. You chuckle, your arms winding around his thick waist in a big bear hug.

He didn’t know too much ‘bout the holiday, hadn’t really paid too much attention growin’ up to it. But seein’ you by the glow of the candlelight, all bundled up in your sweater lookin’ so pretty – when he catches your smile with his lips and kisses the love into ya, well.

He thinks there ain’t no better time to get learnin’, than today.

[spookyseason24-7]

My Bloody Valentine

Okay so this post is a month overdue and I started it a while back, but after Valentines day we had an apocalyptic freeze go down here in Texas, and that was way scarier than any movie I can name.

SOOOOOOOOO, let’s just get to it and I’m gonna pick up where I left off.

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I spent my Valentines Day in bed with my partner doing what I love to do the most: watching scary movies and binging on junk food.

AND OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME GOOD FINDS TO TELL Y’ALL ABOUT.

Here’s a quick list if you’re only here for the recommendations:

·         Promising Young Woman (Amazon prime for $20)

·         The Cleansing Hour (Amazon prime $5)

·         Parallel (Amazon prime for $5)

·         Tentacles (Hulu)

The first one we watched and the first one on the list is Promising Young Woman.

The movie’s plot is based around Cassie, a woman who is deeply traumatized by the death of her best friend who committed suicide after experiencing a violent sexual assault. Cassie makes it her life’s mission to teach predatory men a lesson about consent by going out to bars and clubs and pretending to be totally wasted, each night allowing a “nice guy” to attempt to be a “hero” and help her home. As soon as the “nice guy” makes a sexual advance despite her being too ‘drunk’ to give consent, she drops the act and scares the shit out of them because she is 100% sober.

Technically Promising Young Woman isn’t a horror movie, IMBd classifies it as a ‘thriller/crime/drama’ (and I plan on discussing sub genres of horror in a post of its own) so my expectations of blood, gore and possible torture were not met. HOWEVER, this movie still tops the list because of the incredible character development, plot originality, unexpected twists & ending, and overall message about the importance of consent.  

While not necessarily scary, the movie is very dark and takes you on an emotional rollercoaster. Def worth watching.

This photo of a nude woman tastefully covered by a bottle of champagne/alcohol in her hands is fitting and absolutely gorgeous.  [Photo by Abbat on Unsplash] 

The next on the list is The Cleansing Hour which is a movie about exorcisms, and I LOVE a exorcism movies. I think demons/the supernatural are the scariest plots because I absolutely believe in that kind of evil.

Anyway, exorcism movies have been done and done again, yet The Cleansing Hour has a deliciously original storyline.

The movie is about a super hot priest who does ‘exorcisms’ and streams them on his social medias. Exorcisms is in quotes because they are staged, as the priest has cultivated a large following and makes money by selling his “Holy” merchandise.

There are some good jump scares, great acting and though I predicted the ending, it still surpassed my expectations.

The movie Parallel is also technically not a horror movie but I found it to be really interesting. This group of young adults who work in the tech industry stumble upon a hidden room where there is a mirror that gives them access to a parallel universe. This universe is slightly different from their own, including versions of each of character that differs ever so slightly. Dynamic plotline and overall a very good movie.

This picture of a little retro vanity gives me some weird vibes and I’m not sure why. [Photo by Alex Lopez on Unsplash] 

Tentacles was great, again a very unique plot with surprising twists. However, this movie reminded me that nearly every single horror movie (and yes this one WAS classified as horror) usually includes a sex scene. Graphic or not, I think the fact that the first set of boobies I ever saw other than my own was during a scary movie deserves to be thought about for a moment.

The sex in this particular movie was relatively classy and I have zero complaints about it, and I know this stereotype of ‘horny horror’ has gotten better, but why do you think it began in the first place? (Cue an example from one of the Halloween movies.)

Here’s an interesting quote I found in an article on the Creepy Catalog about sex being a trademark of a horror movie:

“Perhaps the reason is that eroticism and death are actually intwined in human nature. Sexual reproduction is one of the only ways we can overcome death and create new life when are own bodies are decaying.”

 Side note: The Tentacles movie was made by In The Dark Productions and I 100% am very excited to make a post dedicated specifically to production companies.

 To my very loyal 11 followers: Thanks for stickin’ with me. Y’all are the real MVPs.

[shittykinaesthetics]

once again i have let a whole bunch a nice asks pile up

i have nothin to say fer myself an yet i will be sayin things fer myself below th cut.

it’s tough work, but someone’s gotta do it - an it ain’t a thankless job, since sometimes anons come in here an acknowledge how hard i work t put up wi all yer shenanigans. an my god do y’all have shenanigans. this blog feels like a punishment fer my crimes in a previous life. 

anyway this isn’t th worst job i could ever have; i’ve been batman. now there’s hero work that takes years off yer life every single night. by comparison this blog ain’t shit.

i generally don’t care fer aliens who come t destroy earth, jus from a personal standpoint, bu. c’mon. look at her. she’s pink an adorable. she looks like a 20s cartoon. she can destroy lil a earth. as a treat. also now m obsessed wi th idea that someone might someday print out one a my aesthetics fer their home, an if any a you ever do, you gotta show me. it’s th one law i don’t encourage breakin.

aw, thanks fer the positive vibes. i hope yer still stickin around this blog, anon, i know you sent this a long time ago an it’s rude t leave a love confession on read fer the length a time i did, bu sometimes i jus wanna look at th nice asks in my inbox an not answer em so i don’t hafta go huntin fer em th next time. that bein said, all eddies are so blessed an i care you all so much. consider bein illegally in love wi me an maybe i’ll answer yer next ask faster.

right back atcha! i don’t remember if my day was good when you sent this bu m jus gonna go ahead an say it worked!

it’s asks like these that get me postin more often. if my aesthetics make someone’s day, don’t i have a moral obligation t try an post em daily? think a th children. i could cure depression fer good. ask yer doctor if shittykinaesthetics is right fer you bu definitely have a backup cuz th bastard behind th blog forgets t post fer months at a fuckin time.

cuz a th timin a this ask, i was never sure if th times were tryin cuz supernatural was still goin, because it was gonna end soon, or cuz it’s 2020 an everythin is so damn tryin every day. all a th above maybe. anyway bein dean winchester in any capacity is so fuckin exhaustin an i will gladly take an mirror yer fist bump an shrug. we’re almost free a that show, man. soon we can begin t heal

[moondeerdotblog]

On Dragons

A brief note for short attention spans: stick around if you wanna see how I manage to seamlessly (and I do say so myself) tie together dragon mythology, weaving, and politics into one giant point about worldview diversity and problem solving efficacy (even got a Trumpian meme for y’all towards the bottom if that is more your bag).

I have always been fascinated by the common thread stretched about humanity that links up our narratives. The similitude with which humanity engineers itself by independent means.

Take dragons for example. Damn near everyone thought up dragons.

They thought ‘em up in Egypt, where Apep was the very embodiment of chaos.

Egypt also thought up my personal favorite, Ouroboros, who was a manifestation of the snake god Mehen.

They thought ‘em up in Mother Russia where it would appear three really is a magic number. One would assume their mastery of weather and water source got ‘em the gig at the bow of this Russian Viking ship.

This handsome three-headed fella, who goes by Zmey Gorynych, is from Russian folklore. He liked taking human form and seducing him some laadiees.

In Greece, dragons were hurling up namesakes. Here we see a depiction of Athena watching as the Colchian dragon, guardian of the Golden Fleece, disgorges Jason.

Greek dragons were also being raised solely for the purpose of slaying Heracles (pictured here failing miserably is the Lernaean Hydra).

The Greeks also liked stickin‘ ‘em in mosaics, as with this depiction of a sea dragon or cetus.

In China, where dragons were thought to bring good luck to those worthy of such fortune, you’ll find them carved into walls. I mean … be kinda awkward not to find dragons at Nine-Dragon Wall … am I right?

The last imperial dynasty of China, the Qing dynasty, chose to stick one of the dragon gods, the Azure Dragon, on their flag.

It wouldn’t be long before the Chinese dragon would make its way to Japan, as evidenced by this Hokusai painting,

as well as to Korea, as evidenced by the murals found at the Goguryeo tombs.

The first known portrayal of a fully modern, western dragon may be found within a medieval manuscript.

Native Americans painted dragons on bluffs. This fearsome piasa bird craved human flesh.

So what is the point of my little dragons of the world presentation? I believe it worth considering the discrepancies and commonalities amongst such cultural invention.

Let us begin with commonalities. The nearest I can tell, the single common thread among these narratives defines a dragon as a serpentine, legendary creature. Let me paint my point metaphorically.

We often speak of storytellers as though they were spinning yarn. It would not, then, be much of a stretch to reimagine them as weavers, and their creations as tapestries such as the two below.

We might think of the universally common as the warp threads running through these tapestries. Something structural. Not the good stuff.

What they all saw the same way isn’t really the interesting bit, is it? Seems to me the good stuff is what each culture thought of a little bit differently, the weft threads of the tapestries.

That which makes the Chinese dragon on the right something entirely different than the Celtic dragon on the left. Different … but no less beautiful … and the world is richer having known them both. Having known them both, what might one weave next?

Consider, then, what invention becomes possible with all things considered.

What might I be able to learn from someone with whom I share nothing but warp threads (were we each provided our very own babel fish … obviously).

What might he learn from me? After we have finished feeding our fish and gone our separate ways, how might we be affected? What ingenuity might we have unlocked for future endeavors?

Not enough? Not yet convinced of the beneficiality of discrepant embrace? Another example, then.

What must this untouched Amazonian tribe have thought possible that they hadn’t only moments earlier?

I don’t want y’all thinkin’ I only value discrepancy. We value the shared human experience, that which binds us as a species … the things about our lives, about the human condition, one finds to be as true beneath the canopy as they are in my backyard.

Without such warp threads we might find those outside the purview of our particular worldview entirely un-relatable. We might consider children one such thread. Entirely relatable.

What I find to be most valuable, however, are those weft threads … the good stuff. The stuff that tells us not who we are, but who we might be … who we might become. It is the unique that drives us to want to try out something new … that has us saying, “huh, I never thought to do that,” or “I haven’t thought of it that way before.”

It is the unique that allows us to glance up at the sky and say to ourselves, “I never knew that was possible.”

Thinking about folklore and mythology in this way got me thinking about world-views, and the current political climate in our country.

When Trump was first impeached, I became deeply invested in the plight of our nation. If I was awake, the television was tuned to MSNBC and I was absorbing all of it. The reality rejectionist platform pushed by the GOP, the militia grooming, the election theft, the fascist coup, etc., etc. You all know the story.

The things is, I was getting there weeks, if not months, before anyone I was seeing on my television (or Twitter for that matter). I began wondering why. I mean … me … a guy with a political knowledge gap the size of those Texan power bills.

Then there seemed to come a moment at which point everyone caught up. Biden was declared victorious.

I was caught up in the jubilation

and felt as though, perhaps, the whole divergency irritant had been flushed.

It hadn’t been. Coinciding with the beginning of Trump’s second impeachment trial, even more so than before, my read diverged from any other I could find. Maximum dissidence was reached immediately following the Senate’s vote to acquit, when Mitch stepped up to the podium and began speaking.

Wait … wait … that wasn’t Mitch.

Okay, that’s Mitch. So Mitch got up there and did precisely what I feared he might … he pivoted away from a doomed reality rejectionist platform. My surprise was in how everyone else responded. I have yet to find anyone anywhere not surprised by Mitch that day.

“So what, then, is your point?” you ask. “It seems as though that vuvuzela isn’t all you’ve been blowing,” you say (in a rather accusatory tone I might add). Here is my point with regard to my power to prognosticate.

I have grown convinced that I have uncovered the force at play here. It is precisely that political knowledge gap which has turned me amateur prognosticator. Without the knowledge of political norms and precedents pressing into my mental map of possibility, my imagination would not be limited to what has come before. My expectations were unflappable when met with a world that no longer made sense, while so many clung to a pre-Trumpian set of expectations. They, consciously or subconsciously (mind is tricky that way), feared the unrecognizable now.

I want to return, briefly, to that Amazonian tribe, staring up at that plane. No doubt you had a similar reaction to my own upon seeing that image, postulating what magic they must invent to explain that which they have seen.

I want you to consider something that perhaps you wouldn’t have thought to consider. Let’s reimagine magic. What if Trump were piloting that plane? (Nailed it, right?)

Of course the plane crashes. It was held aloft by norms and precedents. Say everyone survives the crash. Which group, the planites or the tribe, now possesses the most accurate view of what surrounds them?

Politically, societally, pick-your-ly … who among us has the most accurate view of what surrounds us today?

Well … I mean … you’re not wrong. We have a hell-of-a-lotta problems (and thanks for participating, couldn’t pull this off without ya) … problems requiring masterful weavers work together in fabricating solutions.

Let us, then, consider carefully whom we shall invite to sit down at our table … with which unique perspectives we shall be outfitted.

What might discrepant world-views or experience engender as we begin weaving? What might we see in the weft threads of our tapestry that we never knew was possible?

[juzaa]

Blog Updates!

WJSJWJS hi everyone!! I know that I haven’t been super active on here and i’m so sorry about that :( i’m here to just talk about some blog updates and other stuff (I swear I’ll be back soon!!)

1. SO UH Y’ALL: WE HIT 50 FOLLOWERS!! I’m so grateful for each and every one of you, and i’m so thankful for your support!! Feel free to dm me anytime, i’d love to get to know you! a contest/event might be a possibility heheheh

2. I now have a password for requests! Please put a plant/flower emoji in your request to show me that you’ve read my rules!! 

3. I’m working on creating a masterlist for all my work (memes included), so just keep an eye out for some tag rearranging and other housekeeping stuff!!

I love you all, and thanks for stickin w/ me!!

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: dancing around an open fire; adam page

Notes:

This is the second part to second one to know and this was originally sent to me by @kyleoreillysknee​ on my writing blog, snarkandsarcasmwrites. Just moving it to it’s own post on here so that it’s easier to access.

Summary:

Adam and Giselle are at her parents house and things are finally starting to come out. Fluuuuuuf, holy wow the fluff. part 2 of 2.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Giselle

Warning:

Uhm... None?

Her parent’s cabin came into view and Giselle took a deep breath in desperate attempt to center herself and prepare herself for what lie ahead. If she knew anything about her mother it was that her mother was most likely going to have a thousand questions -and judgements, that she dumped on her before Giselle even got the word hey out of her mouth.

Adam sensed her tension and he placed his hand over the top of hers. “It’s okay. If I see it’s gettin to be too much, we can go for a drive or somethin.”

“Y-yeah.” Giselle stared intently at the cabin and swallowed hard. “ Thank you.. Again.. For coming with me.”

It was only the fourth or fifth time she’d thanked him in the past hour. He smiled and shrugged it off as if it were nothing. As they pulled to a stop behind a beat up old Bronco next to a grand old oak with a tire swing strung from it, Adam checked his phone.

Naturally, Kenny took it upon himself to check in. He chuckled and read his friends text.

Adam bit his lip and fired off a text back.

– > I’m probably gonna be scarce a few days.

– > I kinda went back to her family’s place with her for the holidays.

–>  I know, okay? And yeah.. Maybe me goin back with her is doing that.

– > wish me luck?

He shoved the phone into his pocket, killing the engine just as the door to the cabin was thrust open and an older woman stood in it, pointing a wooden spoon towards the trees.

“Get out there. All of ya. I swear I can’t get a damn thing done without you lot stickin your little hands in all my cookin.” the woman laughed and smiled, waving excitedly as she caught sight of the car sitting behind her late husband’s Bronco.

“Giselle? That you girl?”

Giselle swallowed hard and glanced over at Adam. “ Did I mention they were… a little crazy?” she bit her lip as she met his intent gaze. Adam chuckled and reminded her calmly, “Hey. It’s gonna be fine. I promise. You don’t have to keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Apologizing for every little thing. I’m..” he almost said that he wasn’t the asshole she’d just broken up with, but he went with “I’m perfectly fine with you exactly the way you are.” instead. The smile on her face was more than worth it when he did.

It clicked for him a little. She may not hear that a whole lot, she definitely hadn’t from Sean, if any of the stories she told him and the rest of their friends were anything to go by.

Just the thought of why she probably did that so much had him gripping the wheel. Giselle took a deep breath and opened her door, Adam doing the same, making his way around the car to fall into step beside her.

Her mother, to her surprise, didn’t do what she’d been thinking she’d do. She just pulled her into a hug before nodding to Adam as the hug broke with one of those knowing grins. “He’s the one you’re always hanging around with. The one you talk about a lot.” her mother turned to Adam and pulled the man into a hug.

“Adam, right?”

Adam chuckled and smiled as he nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Giselle almost reached out to feel her mother for a temperature, because honestly, she’d been expecting a thousand questions and even more hints at ‘potential blind dates’ during the incoming week.

She found herself pressing against Adam as they followed her mother into the cabin. “Well that was weird.”

“What, darlin?”“Figured she’d start off by tellin me all about how she knew Sean was no good, then segue that into her, tryin to pawn me off on the pastor’s grandson or somethin like she did at Thanksgiving when Sean stood me up.. That was awkward, by the way, when she did it.”

Adam chuckled and yeah, maybe in the spirit of just being around her and feeling happier because of it, he leaned in and whispered against her ear, “Maybe I’m kind of a lucky charm then, darlin.”

Giselle’s breath caught in her throat at the way he leaned in - and more importantly, the way it made her feel when he did, and for a second, her mouth opened and closed because it had been… Flirtier than he tended to be.

… I have to be imagining it…

“Maybe you are.” she finally managed to get the words out, leaning into him a little as she did so. She toyed with the front of his tee shirt and stared up at him and he swallowed hard, staring right back down at her.

They sprang apart when Giselle’s mother called out to her from the kitchen.

“And here we go. I knew I spoke too soon. If I’m not back in ten minutes, Adam… Please.. Come drag me away.”

“Gladly.” he promised, chuckling to himself as she skipped down the hallway.

The second she was in the kitchen, her mother turned to her and smiled.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with my mama?” Giselle teased gently. Her mother sighed and then told her quietly, “ I like that one a lot better than Sean. Sean wasn’t..”

Giselle braced herself, tensing. Rather than hold back, she gave a sad sigh and shook her head, meeting her mother’s gaze as she let it all pour out.

“Are you sure you don’t mean I wasn’t good enough for him? Because sometimes that’s how it feels. I mean you stay on my ass. If it’s not about my job, it’s about having a little fun now and then, or about when I’m going to make you a grandma… I just… I don’t know I can do anything to make you happy with me or proud of me.”

Her mother was staring at her, a confused look on her face. And then what Giselle was saying hit her and she sighed and shook her head, pulling her into a hug.

“It ain’t that at all. I just worry about you. If anything, Giselle, Sean wasn’t even close to good enough for you. When I said you were gonna mess up what you had with him last month it was because I thought that was what you wanted. I can’t even begin to tell ya how happy I was when you told me what happened last night. Everything else is just because I worry. You know your daddy died chasin his own dream.. I know what you do is dangerous. Just scares me.”

“Oh, mama..” Giselle hugged her mother back and then reminded her quietly, “Daddy died because he was drinkin and got behind the wheel. Not because of bull riding.”

“But he was on the way to a rodeo.”

Giselle nodded. “His own bad choice is what caused it though. Is that why you got so upset when I left to go audition with AEW?”

“A little, yeah.. Then you not ever bein home. It’s already enough that Madison lives all the way over in Georgia and I only get to see her and the kids at holidays.”

“Speaking of.. I didn’t see Brody and Maddi’s camper?”

“She’s been stayin here since Thanksgiving. After y’all had that fight and you put him on his ass, he took off. Hasn’t bothered callin or anything.”

Giselle sighed and shook her head, grabbing some dough, kneading it into a ball. “I’m sorry. I just thought… I mean you and Maddi have always been closer and I’ve just never really said anything but it bothered me.”

“I know, baby. I just let you be because you were always my big girl. Smarter and more able to fend for yourself when you got to that age.. I realized what you thought and I went overboard tryin to make up.”

“Yeah, you kinda did.” Giselle laughed, holding out the baking sheet lined with biscuits to her mother. “It’s okay though. As much as I whined about it, it kinda felt good.. Except that whole disaster with the pastor’s grandson.”

Her mother laughed and then nodded to the doorway. “ This one.. I have a feelin about him.”

“Mama, no.. He doesn’t see me that way. I.. believe me. That man knows the walking cluster of chaos I am.”

“You didn’t see what I did when he was standin by you on our porch just now, either. Just.. Open your eyes, yeah? Because sometimes, what you really want is standin right in front of you.”

Giselle laughed and shook her head as she raised the lid on the pot simmering on the stove. She groaned as the smell of chicken and dumplings hit her nose and she fanned the lid, calling out to Adam, “Hey! Hangman! C’mere a minute.”

Adam tore his eyes off all the old photos of her lining the hallway, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen. “I didn’t know you rode, darlin?”

“This one had two loves growin up.. Well three if you count fightin and givin me gray hairs.. Rodeo and wrestling. Her daddy used to call her the son he never had.”

Giselle blushed, shuffling her feet. “I actually have horses out in the barn.. And a bull but I don’t think you’d wanna try him. Son of a bitch is the whole reason I spent a good chunk of my summer senior year in a cast.”  she grimaced and Adam chuckled, sniffing the air as he stepped over to the stove. Giselle held a spoon up to his mouth, laughing when he took a bite and flinched because it was too hot.

“You have to blow it first, ya crazy! Good lord.” she took the spoon back, blowing on it until the steam wasn’t rising into the air visibly and then she raised it to his mouth again.

Adam groaned and swallowed, staring at the pot. “ Don’t let me go crazy.”

“ It’s every person for themselves.. This is if there is any left after my sister’s little hellions get done, of course. Those kids are like walkin bottomless pits.”

Adam chuckled. She turned and swallowed hard as her eyes fixed on him and she realized just how close they stood. Giselle saw her mom wink as she hurried out of the kitchen, calling out, “Going outside. Those hellions are bein entirely too quiet.”

Neither one of them were backing away. Adam reached out and grabbed the spoon from where it sat on the counter and he pressed into her a little as he reached for the pot, raising the lid. He chuckled as he looked at Giselle and told her through a mouth full, “Might not be the kids you have to worry about eating all of this.”

Giselle nodded and bit her lip, eyes locked on the spoon.

This urge to just grab him by the jaw and kiss him popped up and took her completely by surprise.

“Everything went okay, right?”

“Surprisingly, yeah. I think my mama and I got a lot straight just then.”

“That’s great. I told you maybe if you tried talking to her..” Adam leaned in, dragging his thumb over her lower lip, some of the gravy from the chicken and dumplings was right in the center and he tried to resist wiping it away, but he couldn’t.

He raised his thumb to his mouth, passing it slowly between his lips, giving another groan as he did so.

The way there seemed to be a double meaning in the action had Giselle blushing and wondering where all these sudden little thoughts and urges were coming from. She took a shaky breath and nodded to the pot, making a joke to take the edge off on her end.

“Do I need to leave you alone with that pot, Adam?”

“Not at all, darlin.” Adam was still holding her gaze. He swallowed hard when she moved in just a little closer, raising to her tiptoes to wipe her own thumb across his lip, giggling as she told him, “Yeah, I still say you’re the only other person I know who is as messy as I am when it comes to eating.”

Adam’s lip quivered at the touch and he gripped her hip. He was just about to lean down and brush hair out of her eyes, but the screen door banged shut and three little boys rushed in, a little girl hot on their tail, arguing.

The two sprang apart and Giselle took a few deep breaths. Because despite knowing that what she wanted to do was probably not a good idea, especially not right now, she’d been about to just do it.

She’d been about to pull him down and kiss him until neither of them could breathe.

“Well? You two gonna just stand there all day or are you gonna go wash up for supper?” Giselle’s mother cut through the lingering heavy tension with her question and the two of them hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs to Giselle’s old room.

Adam leaned in the doorway, eyes darting around as he chuckled. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Giselle peeked in from the door that connected the bathroom to her bedroom.

“You like pink. You’re always sayin you don’t, but I knew.. Somehow, I knew. You liked pink.” he picked up a stuffed cow, turning it over in his hands as he snickered and added, “And stuffed animals.”

“Oh kiss my ass, Page.”

… oh… that’s not the part I wanna kiss at all… he had the thought but he tried to shove it out of his head. He walked over to the door she’d peeked out of and right as he was about to grab the handle, she opened it from the other side. He joked with a laugh, “We have got to stop meetin in doorways like this, darlin.. People are gonna start talkin.”

“And?” almost as soon as she said it, she felt her cheeks get hot all over again.

Had she seriously just tried flirting with her best friend?

And why did it seem to feel so very right?

She walked her fingers up the front of his tee shirt and nodded to the bathroom. “You need to wash those hands. My mama checks, trust me.”

“Oh she does, huh?” Adam found himself reaching out and toying with one of her curls, despite his best efforts not to. She stepped closer, nodding. Adam stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He took a few deep breaths. He’d severely underestimated  himself here. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know about her. The more hard it became to stop himself from just going for it; despite how bad an idea that might seem.

She’d just broken up with her ex. She didn’t need him putting his own wants first, especially not right now. He washed his hands and splashed some water on his face, stepping out of the bathroom and into her bedroom to find her sitting on her bed, staring at a photo in her hands, deep in thought.

Adam nodded to the photo and after jumping in surprise, Giselle explained quietly, “My dad.” as she held it out to show him.

… you kind of remind me of him… just… a whole lot more confident in yourself and settled and down to earth… maybe that’s why I’ve always kind of been afraid of this unknown way you make me feel. Maybe my mama is right. Maybe all this time I’ve been picking all the wrong ones because I was too scared to try picking the right one..

“Oh.” - the thought that Sean might have actually been right in his outright jealousy towards Adam in the past had her floored.

“Oh?” Adam echoed, staring at her intently, trying to gauge her mood at present but having a hard time because she seemed to be deep in her own mind. Her head snapped up and she bit her lip, taking back the photo that he held out to her, placing it on her nightstand by the bed. He sank down to sit next to her. “Is everything alright, Ele? You know if you’re feelin bad about..” he trailed off at the shaking of her head.

“It’s not that at all. This.. It’s a good thing? I just.. I have to think first.”

Adam nodded. It was literally all he could do. Beyond his next question to her, “Any chance you’re gonna tell me what’s goin on?”

Her answer only made that little sliver of hope he felt start to grow in leaps and bounds as she stood on her tiptoes, fluffed his hair and stared up at him, nodding her head. “As soon as I figure out how..”

“Y’all gonna come down and eat?”

“We better go down or my sister and her kiddos are gonna eat all the food.”

Adam zipped past her and down the stairs, Giselle hot on his heels, both of them sinking into the only two seats left at the table. They made faces at each other to crack each other up quietly through the whole blessing and as it finished, they started grabbing food from all the pots, plates and dishes piled in front of them on the middle of the table.

At one point, she kind of… Leaned into his side when she was talking to her sister about a fight that she’d apparently had with her sister’s ex and Adam chuckled in amusement, listening to a recount of the whole thing with one of the nephews tapping at his arm.

“My aunt really likes you a lot. She acts like my girlfriend at school when she’s around me.”

“Oh yeah, kid?”

“Mhm. She’s always touchin ya or leanin real close.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Adam chuckled as he took a sip of the tea beside his plate.

XXX

“ Yikes. Mama really hasn’t been burning off any of the limbs that fell during that big storm, has she?” Giselle peered through the window and out into the backyard. Her sister leaned in and giggling, she nodded towards the living room across the hall, where Adam was being swarmed with kids, holding the little girl of the group on his knee.

“Angel don’t take well to strangers. But then again, you didn’t ever. And Adam seems to know you like the back of his hand..” her sister was quick to point out. “And you’re always around him on the road, always talking about him when you call to talk to me or Mama.”

Giselle had to say something. She couldn’t just keep what she was starting to think in relation to what her sister said, to herself. It was too big, now that she was really starting to realize just how she felt.

She shut the door and leaned against it so none of the kids could barge in and overhear then go back and repeat before she got the chance to tell Adam for herself.

Something she planned to do soon.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just.. I need you to listen.”

“Okay?”

“I think… Oh hell, forget think.. Pretty sure that I’ve been in love with Adam for a while now and like… I’m kind of starting to realize exactly why Sean was always such a dick about the amount of time I spent with Adam before… I just… What if it’s only me? What if I tell him and he laughs his ass off?”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re gonna have to worry about that.. Are you planning on telling him?”

“Duh. Life’s too short to just like… Bury it or whatever.”

Not to mention, Giselle thought to herself, even if I wanted to forget.. I just have this feeling that it wouldn’t be easily done.

“You know… you could start a fire.”

“What the…” Giselle trailed off as her eyes lit on the growing pile of limbs and leaves out back of her mom’s house. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. “But then the kids..”

“Hon, I can wrangle them. You just take the matches and that jug of gas on the back porch and go.. I’ll even make hot cocoa for you two.”

Giselle eyed her sister and her sister gave a wink. “You’re happy. I’m gonna do everything in my power to make this work. Besides, he’s so much better for you than that colossal pain in the dick Sean.”

She mulled it over a few seconds and took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. Why not?”

“ Tonight’s perfect for it, I mean.. It’s all chilly out, that means you two can get all cozy.”

“The worst that can happen is that he tells me he’s just interested in being my friend. If I do it now, instead of waiting, I won’t have the risk of making the rest of the week really awkward too, so there’s that…” Giselle nodded and she stepped out into the hallway, leaning in the doorway of the living room.

“Hey, Adam… Feel like helping me build a bonfire out back?”

Adam looked up from what he’d been watching on tv and when he saw that look in her eyes again, it felt like the breath got knocked right out of him. He smiled and stood, nodding. “Yeah.”

He followed her out the door and on their way out, Giselle’s sister held out a bottle of Jameson. “That oughta keep y’all warm and cozy until I make the cocoa.”

Giselle swallowed hard as her gaze met Adam’s and she took the bottle, twisting off the top and taking a sip, almost instantly recoiling. “Holy shit, I forgot about the kick behind that stuff.”

Adam took the bottle, taking a few sips. “Hey, I can pull the car around, right? So we can use the headlights for light.”

Giselle nodded and found her keys in the pocket of her jacket, holding them out to him. Adam took the keys, going out to where they’d parked the car earlier and pulling it over near where they wanted to build the fire. Giselle was already dragging limbs and sticks and leaves, shimmying her hips at the song playing on an old radio she’d apparently plugged in on their back porch. Adam sat on the hood, watching her and chuckling.

He stood and made his way over to her, grabbing the end of a particularly heavy limb. Giselle looked back and smiled.

One of her real smiles. Not one of the ones he’d seen far too many of lately.

She turned to him and held out the match after she’d poured gas over the pile. “Thought maybe you’d wanna… Light it up?”

His hand curled around the hand she clutched the matches in and when he realized that she was migrating closer, he nodded, staring down at her lips a few seconds.

Giselle licked her lips, stepping even closer. “The fire..”

“Yeah, I’ll light it.” Adam chuckled, stepping away. When he glanced back up at her, she was pouting a little. He wandered back over and she leaned against his side. He was staring at the fire, but he could feel her staring, so he looked down at her.

“This is nice.”

“It really is.” Giselle held out the bottle to Adam and he declined. She raised it to her lips again, trying to will herself to just go for it already.

She’d said it best earlier when she said life was too short not to go for what she actually wanted for a change, stop settling for whatever random thing or person caught her eye.

But being right and going for it were… Two totally different things.

They started to play an older song on the country station the radio was tuned into and before Adam stopped himself, he asked quietly, “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah.”

Adam pulled her close and put his arms around her, humming the lyrics to the song quietly. Giselle tilted her face up and stared at him, biting her lip. The hand on his shoulder dug in just a little as she tried to work up her nerve. She pressed completely against him and Adam barely stopped himself from gasping quietly, nose pressed into her hair.

“Ele?”

“Yeah?” her voice came out in a quiet whisper as her mouth brushed right against his once she looked up at him again. Adam gripped hold of her hips, mumbling “I gotta do something, I can’t just..” into her mouth as his own crashed against it hungrily. She gripped his tee shirt and the hand at his shoulders ventured up, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair, making him groan quietly. When her tongue slipped between his lips, he opened up a little more, allowing her tongue complete access as he slid his hands down lower, squeezing her ass and sliding her up his body.

“Me either, I…” Giselle’s words were a breathless whisper as her eyes fluttered open when the kiss broke for a few seconds, just to stare at him. “I realized earlier that I’m kind of an idiot.”

“No, no.. Shh.”

“I am though. I mean it’s been you, this entire time and I was just too afraid to do something.” Giselle admitted, waiting on him to say something. Adam grinned, pulling her mouth back against his as his fingers tangled in the ends of her hair after he sat back against the hood of the car, her legs wrapped around him.

The crackle of the fire behind them had him chuckling, pressing his forehead to hers. “Was that why you wanted to come out and burn a bonfire?”

“It was. I was… trying to figure out a way to tell you that wasn’t me just awkwardly blurting it out.. Why, did you like the idea?”

“I did. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go for a ride or somethin, I just.. Hell, I’d try but I couldn’t ever do it. Didn’t wanna push or anything, considering last night….”

“Truthfully? I was actually relieved when all that played out. And it really made me stop and think..”

“Oh yeah?”

“I want you.”

“Oh you do, hm?” Adam pulled her closer, hands raking through her hair as he told her quietly, “That can be arranged, darlin.. I think you’ve had me for a while now, honestly.”

[pretty-rad-arson-dad]

Gingerbread

Wrote this back in 2018 and figured I’d share it here since y’all seem to enjoy all my other older fics. Based this one off of a friend’s art they did for me as well as a little chat we had, because it was cute and made me feel inspired.

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"Come on, sir, don't be a downer!"

William looked up, only to have his vision promptly be blocked by a large Santa hat being plopped on his head. He sighed and lifted it up a little to look at Chris, who was looking quite pleased with himself. He let go of the hat, only to have it fall back over his eyes.

"Where did you even get this?" he asked.

Chris shrugged.

"It's too big." William said, taking it off and looking down at it.

"Well, it's the only thing I could get my hands on so..."

William tried giving it back to him, but Chris didn't take it.

"Father, just wear the hat."

William looked over at his son, Michael, who was just casually leaning against the wall and drinking something from a Christmas-themed mug. Probably hot cocoa. The younger Brit was wearing an elf hat with fake elf ears.

"Yeah! Everyone else is dressed festively and you're stickin' out like a sore thumb!"

William just rolled his eyes.

Jen sighed and walked over. "William, would you... At least do it for my brother? This would mean a lot to him." she asked. William looked at her for a moment before realizing that Jen was probably right.

"Alright, fine." William mumbled, putting the hat back on. It immediately fell back over his eyes. Michael and Chris laughed.

William heard the doors to the kitchen open.

"I made some gingerbread cookies for us to decorate!" an all too familiar cheery voice announced.

William lifted up the hat to see Henry setting a tray of gingerbread cookies on one of the party tables. The man was wearing reindeer antlers and a rather festive Christmas sweater. He was also looking much happier than usual.

"Henry, that's not nearly enough gingerbread cookies for all of us to decorate." Jen said, looking down at the tray.

"Oh, no worries, I made more!" Henry replied before running back to the kitchen.

William smiled a little. Ah Henry, ever so prepared.

He came out a few minutes later, carrying two trays this time, carefully balancing one on each hand.

"Need some help?" Michael asked.

"No, no, I got it." Henry replied, gently setting down both trays next to the first.

"You sure made a lot." William said, finally speaking. Henry looked up at him and let out a happy gasp.

"Will! You came!"

"Of course I did." William replied, walking over. He held the hat up so that it wouldn't fall back over his eyes again. "It would be quite rude not to come to a workplace Christmas party."

That hadn't been the actual reason he had come, of course. He had come for one reason, one person. Henry.

"Well, I guess you have a point." Henry said, looking up at William. "By the way, that hat is a little big on you, don't 'cha think?"

"Oh, I am very aware it's too big."

"Want me to get you a smaller one?" Henry asked, laughing.

"It would be greatly appreciated."

Henry nodded and ran off to go grab a better-fitting Santa hat for William.

Jen looked down at the trays of cookies. "Jesus... Those are some big cookies..."

Henry ran back in with a Santa hat. "Got one!" Henry handed the hat to William and watched as he put it on.

"Ah, much better. I can actually see now."

"And now that that's taken care of, who wants to decorate some gingerbread men?" Henry asks.

"Fuck yeah! Gingerbread men!" Michael shouted. William shot a glare over at his son. Henry just laughed and went to grab the icing from the kitchen.

Michael looked over at his father. "What?"

"What have I told you about that sort of language?"

"Not to use it." Michael mumbled.

Henry walked back into the room and set all sorts of colored icings on the table. "Alright, we're ready to start!"

Everyone gathered around the table before taking a gingerbread man and sitting down. They all began decorating their gingerbread men and chatting with each other. The only two that were silent were Henry and William.

As William decorated his gingerbread man, he couldn't help but notice how Henry would frequently look up at him, then back down. William wanted to ask Henry what he was doing, but decided that maybe his friend was checking if he was having fun. That would totally be a reasonable thought, given how Henry was.

William looked back down at his gingerbread man. He had decided to decorate it in the traditional style of gingerbread men. Simple and plain.

Really? You couldn't even be at least a bit creative?

William sighed.

"Are you done with yours?" Henry asked. William looked up at him.

"Uh... Yeah... How about you?"

"Almost." Henry replies with a smile. He looked back down at his gingerbread man and added a few more details. William looked around the room, watching as the others chatted, some had finished their gingerbread men and were eating theirs.

"Done!" Henry said. William looked back over at Henry, who had a pleased smile on his face.

"Done?" William repeated. Henry nodded his head.

"Wanna see it?"

"I'd love to." William replied.

Henry carefully picked up the gingerbread man and held it up for William to see. It was an interesting-looking gingerbread man, definitely not traditional like he had made his.

"Oh, that's neat."

"Do you recognize it?" Henry asked.

William was a little confused and Henry could probably tell.

"It's you, Will!"

William blinked and looked at the gingerbread man. Now that he was actually looking at it, the gingerbread man did look like him.

"What do you think?" Henry asked. William looked up from the gingerbread man to Henry. The man had a large childish grin on his face and an innocent glint in his eyes. It was absolutely adorable. He felt his face heat up a little. God he wanted to take this man into his arms and hold him close.

"It's cute, Hen."

"Thanks. Can I see yours?" Henry asked.

"Uh..."

Before William could even answer, Henry was looking at it.

"Classic. Nice!"

"Oh yeah... Uh... Thanks..."

"Do you wanna trade?" Henry asked William, who shook his head. "Alright then." Henry said, shrugging. William watched at the man across from him picked up the cookie and bit into it.

William could hear Michael snap a photo of Henry from his spot in the room.

I ought to reward that boy, William thought to himself, biting into his gingerbread man. Surprisingly, the gingerbread man tasted quite delicious. Perhaps Henry had had some help, seeing as how almost every time he tried cooking or baking something, it seemed to catch fire.

William continued to watch Henry nibble on the gingerbread man. God how he wished it were him instead. He would give anything to have Henry's soft lips pressed against him, his beautiful green eyes gazing at him and only him. Oh how he would savor every second of it.

William was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear Henry saying his name. He was only brought back to reality by someone snapping their fingers in his face.

"Hm?" William blinked and got back into focus.

"Will, are you alright?" Henry asked, looking a little concerned. He was standing at William's side now.

"I'm quite fine. Why do you ask?"

"Y-You were staring and biting your lip." Henry answered.

"Oh... Uh... It's nothing."

"William, your lip is bleeding."

William brought his hand to his mouth for a brief moment before looking down at it. There it was on his hand. Blood.

"Oh."

Henry quickly grabbed him by the arm and started pulling him to another room. William just followed him obediently. Henry lead William to his office and had him sit down. "Henry, I'm fine."

Henry didn't listen. He quickly plucked a tissue from the tissue box and gently pressed it against William's lip.

He's so close.

William looked into Henry's eyes as he continued to gently press the tissue against his lip.

"You're starting to stare again." Henry mumbled, pulling the tissue away.

Get closer.

"And it looks like it's stopped bleeding." Henry said, standing back up before tossing the tissue into an already overflowing trash bin.

William sighed and stood up. "H-Hey Henry?" Henry looked at him.

"Hm?"

Tell him.

William opened his mouth. "I-" As if on cue, he choked on his words. This always happened. He always got so damn close to telling him, but his stupid fear wouldn't let the words come out.

Henry waited patiently for what William had to say. But the words he wanted to say, no, needed to say wouldn't come out. At least not yet.

"I... Just wanted to say thank you."

"Hey, not a problem, buddy." Henry said, patting William's shoulder. "Now let's get back out there and have some fun, eh?" William forced himself to smile and nod.

"Sure thing... My friend."

[myheroaizawashota]

Heyyyyyy~~ I have a request! Aizawa with an American wife with like a cute little southern accent? And class 1-A experiencing complete and utter shock upon finding out? Please, sorry I'm awkward

[omg i actually squealed when i read this!!! I’m making this woman the sweetest most apple pie, southern loving woman that this world has ever seen! I really appreciate the ask! You’re amazing friend!]

Sometimes your husband could be so damn scattered brained. While you commended him on his abilities to be a loving husband, devoted teacher, and pro hero all at once, you could tell playing all three roles wore a toll on his memory somedays. Sighing at the full bento box and thermos of coffee left behind on the counter in his morning rush, you began to toe your shoes on. The busy teacher of twenty often ran most of his days without sleeping, and if you didn’t remind him of it, eating as well. You knew he ran out of here without breakfast in the mornings and by the time he returned home from nightly patrols he was far to exhausted to concern himself with eating. While some days you just assumed your husband slept through his lunch, part of you new during some point in his afternoon he’d be looking for this food. Gathering the meal in your arms, you made your way out of the house in pursuit of U.A.

The journey there wasn’t terrible, you two lived fairly close to campus so the walk there was fairly manageable. However, the walk across campus once you’d gotten yourself through security gates, was were the nightmare began. Once making your way through the schools highly secure system, you quickly hurried to complete your mission. It took you a bit of time but you were finally able to navigate your way to room 1-A, thanks to some help from a few students. Peering through the window on the door, you checked to make sure that you were in the right place. You didn’t see your husband, however the class room seemed to be full of young aspiring hero’s. Identifying a few students based on Shouta’s descriptions, you were able to come to the conclusion this was the right class. Gently giving a knock you slide the door open, effortlessly balancing the bento box and thermos in one hand. “Pardon me, but this would’n happen to be class 1-A by any chance, would it?”

Earning a few estranged looks from the students of the class, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat under the gaze of their many eyes. “Ahm just lookin’ for Mr.Aizawa. That mans as forgetful as a squirrel in the winter lookin for their nuts.” you chuckled, watching as a few hands began to shoot up across the room, some of them with a great deal of excitement.

Taken aback slightly by the sudden energy boost of the class, you couldn’t help but give a nervous laugh, stepping into the room and placing your betrotheds food ontop of his desk. “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of your names, yall’ just have to bare with me for a hot second here...uh you, right there in the back with the cute green hair and your lil tongue stickin’ out, sugar, what’s your name?”

Letting her hand fall, Asui pressed the pad of her index finger against her lips she giving a soft hum “My name is Asui, but I prefer Sue. I hope it’s not rude to ask -ribbit- but why are you looking for Mr.Aizawa?...”

“YEAH ARE YOU HIS GIRLFRIEND OR SOMETHING” an eager shrill voice called out, your head turning to see a student with pale pink skin all but leaning on her desk in anticipation, the whites of her irises sparkling as she hung waiting for your response.

You gave a laugh, knowing if your husband were around to hear the way his class erupted in energy, he’d all but have himself a whole barn yard, forget just a cow. Smiling you let your fingers scratch softly at the side of your neck “well, i wouldn’t say girlfriend...I’m his wife.” Your laughter continued watching as the girl all but fell out of her chair. “See, his silly hide forgot his lunch and what not back home, and I’d rather like knowing he has it here with him than knowing he didn’t eat today. Plus it’s his favorite” You divulged smiling “southern style chicken and waffles, an ol’ family recipe. Y’all have some good food here and all, but nothing beats a good southern cook out sometimes.”

Quickly the composure of the class began to dissipate, one by one students shouting out at you before you even had a chance to call on them.

“You must be American! I thought you talked a little different” the sweetest girl with the worlds most adorable chubby cheeks you ever did see smiled, tapping the boys shoulder in front of her “I wonder where in America she’s from!”

“MR AIZAWA IS MARRIED?! AND SHES ACTUALLY HOT?! AW MAN HOW IS THAT EVEN FAIR” A boy clearly now earning the looks and disapproval of the girls around him shouted out, his fingers clawing down his face as he sat in disbelief.

“KAMINARI!” a trio of voices shouted.

You began to back up slowly, chest moving quickly as you watched the class unravel. Slowly then all at once more and more people beginning to shout and scream. It seemed like half the class was concerned about asking you more questions, while the other half was debating the answers. You’d turned this room crazier than a set of teenage girls at a boy band concert. Just when their volume had began to peek, the classroom door slammed opened, a very fimiliar but very agitated voice following “Anyone who’s mouth is still moving, after I count to three can pack up their things and leave. If I can’t trust you to be quite for five minutes when i turn my back, then you don’t belong in this program. One-“

Hardly raising his voice, the students of the class quickly began to quite, their voices all immediately stopping well before your husband even made out the word two. It was impressive yet terrifying to witness, though you couldn’t blame them. You wouldn’t wanna cross the man’s bad side either, and he was your husband. Sighing a bit in relief, you let your eyes fall softly to his, lips winding up in the corners “sorry about that Darlin’ I didn’t think i was gonna set your class that crazy.”

While his eyes and face tried to maintain their typical stoic stance, you could see the small hint of a smile being shoved down as it tried its best to pry the corner of his lip up. “What are you doing here?”

You gently nudged the bento meal across his desk, giving a chuckle “you ran out so fast this morning I didn’t have time to flag you down about your lunch. I figured you’d want it...not to go braggin’ but I did pack your favorite today.”

He gave a soft hum and looked down at the food, the gratitude in his eyes showing when he flicked them back your way. “I appreciate you bring it down, hopefully I didn’t put you out of your way to much today.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, don’t go frettin’ over a glass of spilt milk. It wasn’t too much of a pain. I’ll forgive ya this one time if you give me some sugar before I head off” you smiled, body taking a step closer to his. A devilish smile painted on your lips as you stood practically in front of him, your hands meshing together behind your back. “Just one lil peck, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Knowing this was a double edged sword for him, Aizawa gave a reluctant sigh. While he knew this was only going to spike his students rowdy behavior once more, he knew you did deserve the sign of gratitude. You did so much for him, much more than just bringing his lunch down today, he’d be cruel to say no. Quickly he leaned in to press a small kiss to your forehead, a soft pink haze beginning to spread across his cheeks as he turned away from you. Clearing his throat his hands moved to shove into his pockets, he sitting himself down at his desk. As anticipated the room began to roar, student hands fluttering into the sky as they frantically shouted for their teacher’s attention.

“MR AIZAWA, WHERE DID YOU MEET YOUR WIFE”

“MR AIZAWA SMILED A LITTLE DID YOU GUYS SEE IT? I DIDNT THINK HIS FACE EVER MOVED”

“MR AIZAWA DO YOU GUYS HAVE KIDS!”

“MR AIZAWA!”

Feeling his the pressure in his head grow, he rubbed his fingers into his temples “I hope you’re happy, now I’ll never get them to stop.” He defeatedly exhaled, forehead moving to rest against the cool wood of his desk.

With a small laugh, you sent a pair of apologetic eyes your husbands way, you moving to slip back out of the room the way you entered. “I’m sorry Sweetheart. Lord help ya..”

Before your husband could lose his cool, you closed the door behind you, hurrying down the hall with a grin on your face. While you felt bad for disrupting his class, you couldn’t wait to hear the rest of his day went tonight when he got home.

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(( thank y’all for stickin around with me even tho i have started to not post for like months at a time LOL oops

anyways i actually did make an rp blog so if u want in on that action check out @remoteseriousbomb yahoo ))

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AH THERES HOW MANY OF YALL

I hate being materialistic and talk bout things like followers..bUT!!!

I just noticed i reached a certain amount of y’all and i just wanted 2 say thank you for stickin around n chillin with me here lol

like that’s a lot of you hoes rly out here watching me act a fool publicly and read my shit n givin me constant support like i rly preciate chuuuu 🥺

Part of me wants to do something special for y���all bc this is a big milestone, but on the other end i feel like other ppl are way more popular and better at doing that fun kind of stuff than me. So i might just do a fun little thing with asks like I’ve done in the past ( like my body confidence one or the sleeping one i did forever ago- possibly ships??) so if you guys have any suggestions lemme knoW and I’m down

Anyways sorry I’m ranting I’m just rly juiced bout this and thankful for everyone n the friends I’ve made along the way <33 😤❤️ love you put@s

[crop-bound]

🐝             just a reminder that the of poppies event will end FRIDAY, APRIL 12 AEST. so i’ll be closing the ask box sometime tomorrow afternoon to catch up on asks and work on some sort of finale. sends asks soon if you wanna take part in that.  if people decided to reply to cherry selling fruit, i’ll try to wrap up the interaction in one to two replies just so we can get back on track. i’ll do my best to re-open the ask box on sunday, and i do have another giveaway planned once we hit 250 for those who missed out (no google form required).

      thanks y’all for stickin around and letting me pour our my thoughts. be sure to stretch and drink water!!!