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alotofpockets · 3 months

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Recipe for disaster | Wanda Maximoff | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Making Wanda dinner, turned out to be a big disaster, but Wanda shows her appreciation for your efforts nonetheless.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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Wanda had always been the cook in your relationship, and rightfully so. Your cooking talents were limited to a grilled cheese sandwich, and a baked egg, so it had always seemed natural for Wanda, who loved cooking, to be the one making your dinners. However, today you wanted to do something special for Wanda, so that she wouldn’t have to cook after her work day.

You looked up some easy recipes and had gone out to get all the ingredients you needed earlier. The kitchen counter was filled with ingredients, and you were simply staring at them, wondering why you thought you were capable of doing this.

The recipe called for all the veggies you got to be chopped up, so you thought you would start there. Your plan was to keep all the ingredients in separate bowls. The finished cut up veggies did not deserve any beauty awards, but you managed to cut them all without making too much of a mess. The only messy part about the kitchen so far, was that it was now filled with an arrangement of bowls.

Surprisingly the cooking part was going well so far. You had the pasta boiling, and your veggies were baking in the pan. It was when you decided to start on the cookies you wanted to make for dessert, that it all started going wrong. The bag of flour you grabbed off the shelf fell out of your hands and exploded, making a huge mess on the counter, the floor, and yourself. While your focus was on the flour, the pot of pasta was boiling over, and started sissling loudly. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath. Everything was going so well, and now it had turned into one big disaster. Your focus now being on the boiling water covering the stove top, made you forget to stir the veggies, which meant they had started to burn.

You were so preoccupied that you hadn’t noticed Wanda coming home, and watching you from the doorframe. She was surprised to find you in the kitchen, and was looking at the way you were trying to do everything at once. It was only when you realised that the veggies were burning, that Wanda stepped in. She turned off the stove to both the vegetables, and the pasta, before turning to you. “I- uh, surprise?” You finally see the complete kitchen, and how big of a mess it had become. “I’m sorry about the mess.” Wanda shook her head, and used her magic to start cleaning up the worst of it, while she focussed on you. “Don’t worry about the mess, baby. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you went out of your comfort zone, and tried to do this for me.”

Around you a broom was sweeping, and rags were cleaning off the countertops, both with red strings of magic surrounding them. That was one positive thing, you wouldn’t have to clean up the mess, thanks to your girlfriend’s magic.

The red strings of magic make their way over to you, and you feel yourself being lifted on top of the counter. You look over to Wanda with a questioning look, and find her eyes locked on you with a smirk on her face as she steps in between your legs. She places her hands on your thighs, and starts moving them upwards. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, as she starts kissing your neck. “What about dinner?” You manage to say between soft moans. “Do you really want to be thinking about dinner right now, darling?” Her question was rhetorical, yet you both knew that your mind wouldn’t rest until you had an answer to yours, so Wanda stopped her kisses for a moment to whisper the answer into your ear. “We’ll order some take out, but now let me thank you for your sweet gesture.” She lightly bit your earlobe when her sentence was finished, making a shiver run down your spine.

You wasted no time in bringing Wanda in for a soaring kiss, pulling her body closer to you, and wrapping your legs around her back. Wanda smirked into the kiss, loving the way you were trying everything to get her closer. You moan into the kiss when Wanda’s hands find their way underneath your shirt, and Wanda uses that to deepen the kiss. Her hands move up and down your back, while yours are on the nape of her neck and her upper back, still trying to get her closer to you.

Wanda starts moving your shirt up, and when she doesn’t feel you hesitating, she takes it off and throws it to the side. She looks down at your body, “You are so beautiful.” No matter how many times she had seen your body, she always took her time to admire it, and tell you how much she loved it and you. “Hm, enough staring.” You say as you pull her back in, and reconnect your lips.

Her hands are exploring your body, making their way from your back to your sides, and up your stomach to your boobs. More moans escaped your lips, as she started kneading your breasts, and her lips are once more attached to your neck. You are enjoying her hands and lips all over your body, until suddenly she steps away, making you whine at the loss of the contact. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.” She steps back and lifts you off the counter. She carries you to the couch where she sits down with you on her lap.

The new position opens up the possibility to get even closer to Wanda, something that you had been craving. You started slowly grinding against Wanda, but she stopped your movements with her hands on your hips. “Please, I need you.” Wanda pecks your lips, “I told you that I’ve got you, baby.”

She laid you down on the bed, and started trailing kisses down your body, while her hands were working on taking your pants off. Once she has rid you of your pants and underwear, her kisses trail back up to your lips. By now you had forgotten all about dinner, the only thing you were craving right now was Wanda.

Wanda’s hands moving up and down the inside of your thigh, were making you buck your hips up for more contact. “Wands, please.” A teasing smile forms on her lips, “Please what?” You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that Wanda knew exactly what you wanted. “Please touch me.” Wanda gave in right away, moving her fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were for her. She started moving slow circles around your clit, the new sensation sending chills throughout your body.

“Hm more.” Again, Wanda gave in right away. She wanted to make you feel good, as a thank you for your efforts with dinner, so whatever you pleased, she would do. She slips a finger into you, and is delighted by the sounds that are escaping your mouth. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” The sound of moans filled the living room, as Wanda added a second finger, and started pumping them into you at a steady pace. “Fuck Wands, yes just like that.” The way your pleasure was filling her ears made her move even faster, the palm of her hand rubbing against your clit with every pump. “I- I’m close.” You say between heavy breaths.

“It’s okay, baby, let go for me.” Wanda’s words were enough to bring you over the edge. Wanda’s name echoes through the living room, as she guides you through your high. Your panthing when Wanda slowly removes her fingers, and licks them clean. “You did so good, baby. How are you feeling?” You pull her into your body, this time wanting her closeness in the form of a hug. “I’m feeling really good. I want to make you feel good too, though.” Wanda shakes her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up, order some dinner, and then maybe for dessert.” She smirks while saying the last part, which makes you chuckle. “Okay, deal.”

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gojonanami · 4 months

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SWEET NOTHING - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: satoru always comes running home to your sweet nothings -- except maybe this time. ✴︎ cw: spoilers for jjk 236, discussions of death, fluff, angst, implications of delulu twitter theories of survival ✴︎ wc: 1,175 ✴︎ song: sweet nothing by taylor swift

Satoru didn’t know when it happened.

But he had started running home to you far before the two of you shared one.

Was it when Suguru left? Was it even before that? Or was he just always by your side at night, sneaking into your dorm room to sleep beside you. He’d tangle your limbs together so escape wouldn’t be easy for you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you slept all too easy with him. Your soft pants and snores was the metronome that put him to sleep, the weight of your body was the only warmth he needed, and your quiet hums in the morning after he finally stirred was the thing that made him want to wake in the first place.

“Morning,” you’d mumble, your voice all too thick with sleep, as you tried to pry yourself from exhaustion’s embrace, and he was too eager to help you with that — with sweet kisses and splayed fingers under your shirt.

“It’s always a good morning baby,” he’d jokingly chide you, as he would kiss your neck, as you always made sure to say the phrase without the ‘good,’ if only to elicit his kisses (though he’d give them to you anyway), “cause I get to wake up with you,”

Satoru didn’t kiss you for a long time — he couldn’t — he knew it was foolish to date anyone seriously — after everything ended in disaster with Suguru, he knew the burden of being the strongest was only his to bear — no one else’s. And besides, loving someone as Satoru Gojo was as good as taping a target to their chest, and he’d never do that to you — no matter how much he wanted to.

But what could he do when you were the one to kiss him? Kissed him one night after the two of you shared a meal — barely a meal, scrambled eggs and bread — and he had cracked some stupid joke about Nanami that made you snort. And then you tried to shove him, but he caught your wrist, and you were close — too close because he could practically count the number of eyelashes on your eyelids. And right when sense was setting back in, and he was going to turn away, you kissed him.

And he couldn’t turn away after that. He never could — you had pulled him into your orbit and now you were never gonna let him go.

Not that he ever wanted you to.

He’d come running to you, even after running away, because he couldn’t stay away. Because it was you.

And it didn’t truly hit him, until he had come home this time, to the home you both had shared, and heard you in the kitchen, the faint sounds of clinking utensils and your humming. He removed his shoes, lips curling into a easy smile, as he stepped inside, opting to surprise you instead of announcing he was home.

He whispered the words instead, “I’m home,” walking to find you just where he thought you would be. He leans against the doorframe, watching you hum along to whatever song was stuck in your head, as you prepared his favorites cake — only stopping when his arms wrapped around your middle, a small gasp on your lips that turns into a wide grin.

“Toru—“ and his lips find yours, as they always did, and he could taste the sugar on your lips, but nothing was ever sweeter than you, “welcome home, baby,”

And he gets the goofiest grin, as he sweeps you off your feet, making you yelp and laugh, a sound that vanished all the exhaustion of the world from his shoulders. From the industry disruptors, soul deconstructors to the voices that implore he should be doing more — only always taking more, and more, and more. But as he kisses your neck, the soft skin against his lips, only with you he could admit, he’s all too soft for it. And he could find more, more to life than the life that was stolen from him because of his abilities, the youth that he lost far too long ago, and the line he had drawn between him and the rest of the world. Because he wasn’t the strongest when he was with you — he was just Satoru Gojo.

He buried his head in the nape of your neck, your arms curled around him, holding him impossibly closer, his breath tickling your skin, “I’m home now,” he whispers against you, eyes sinking shut.

He spent his best moments in the company of your sweet nothings — your feet thrown over his as the two of you ate dinner on the couch, swiping food from your fork and stealing kisses between bites; the walks you took in the cool evenings, cicadas singing their symphony as the sun blazed against the sky in its final moments, where his six eyes would narrow to a pin, and all he would see was you; and the moments he spent beside you in bed, your touch, your presence, your being — the only thing he ever wanted to perceive with his entire being.

Home was not a place, but it was you. And he had remarked that to you when you both were discussing the possibility of moving in the future and he had shrugged off giving suggestions.

“Come on, Toru, there must be somewhere you’d want to live,” and his lips only curled, as he stared you — beautiful pout and all — and he knew his answer.

“Home is anywhere you are, baby,” he leaned over and kissed your neck, “so pick anywhere in the world and I’d follow you in a heartbeat,” his hand guides your hand to his chest, “because it’s yours,”

And now, it seemed like the end was coming. He had to leave home, and he couldn’t go home to your sweet nothings — he thought as he stared ahead at the sky. Death was painless — it was easy for the dead, they held the power over the living, of leaving before being left. But he had to leave his home behind, and he swore he could see your face, could hear your screams, your pleading, your cries. And it wasn’t only yours. His students. His friends.

Was it enough to leave? He glanced at the departing flights in front of him, his smiling friends and the regrets that were lifting off his shoulders, and wondered was it time?

And he saw your face again, two words on your lips, “come home,”

And his lips curled into a smile, as his legs fell back, his fingers twitching, as they had done once before when he had fallen — fallen before the sorcerer killer. He would give it all up — his lower half topples over, closer, closer to his torso — give up all the power in the world to just be with you. And he swore away his six eyes in favor of two legs and one life—

He had to run home — home to your sweet nothings.

☆ a/n: so i was listening to sweet nothing by t. swift on repeat and got super emotional thinking about how this song fits gojo while scrolling about post-236 fan theories, so this is the result.

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rayroseu · 9 months

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💚Mallevan/Levanoa Headcanons (2/?)

PART 01 PART 02⬇️

you guys dont know how often i brainrot about these couple who never even talked in game yet KDJAKSK

Am glad to see that Levan's receiving the "Yuusona treatment" because of the various ways that twst artists draws him lolol

• • • Headcanon 2.

Malenoa is the strongest of the trio. Because she is a royalty, she is much more knowledgeable about magic— particularly if its related to dragons. Naturally, she became kind of like a magical tutor to both Levan and Lilia when they were children.

i really like the thought of eastern dragons in TWST🥰 its a nice foreshadow that Levan is a Long bcs thats Malleus' Halloween costume✨

(if its really like that,,,, im going to cry bcs that means Malleus dressed up like his papa who he never knew 💔😭)

(also I'm praying with all my heart he's not some plot twist jerk in game like King Stefan from Maleficent 1 😭)

I think dragons are rare on TWST not only because they're really particular on their mates but also because raising one is extremely high maintainance.

Its 1: life threatening to the caretaker, 2: needs constant attention and love, 3: once it grows up, you even need to withstand its tantrums and emotions (who are btw magically powered) 😭💥

That's why I think ??? there's limited knowledge about mediating their power (so they just get stuck in this cycle of being the strongest but that very strength can bring disaster bcs its uncontrollable)

Thus, I thought of Malenoa being Levan's friend who teaches him about controlling his draconic powers because Levan doesn't really want to accidentally harm others because of his uncontrollable strength--✨✨✨

I like to think its because of Levan's pacifist nature that Land of Briar chose to have war treatiest first instead of just crushing the Silver Owls through Malenoa's military strength. He's aware that killing off humans would just make them more hostile to faes in general, and I don't think both Malenoa and Levan wants Malleus to grow up in war once he hatches-

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Levan's fire is purple because I remember getting surprised when Overblot Malleus used that on his attack despite Land of Briar/Malenoa (?) being "mainly green colored" all this time...

So, I think that's one magic he got from his father??? because most of his features already derives from Malenoa (horns, tail, magic (i think his green fire is from Malenoa), straight hair, etc)

The purple fire might've originate from Malleus' mastery of void magic (I hc their dorm spells' element are their forte magic and Dorm Malleus is double void card) but we've never seen void magic used like a fire... its usually like an energy beam right? I think it was so exciting when he attacked like that💜👆‼️✨ (I literally squealed lol its so pretty?? but I know I'll die from that lol)

I love the thought that Lilia is the "mom friend"/"sensible friend" of this trio... 😂 because he says hes the one constantly working for these couple... mostly to deal with their antics lol

plus Lilia is literally the sole person working for Levan and Malenoa to meet together right now---

since Levan's missing and Malenoa can’t really leave the castle since she’s guarding unhatched Malleus--- and its just a bad move to send the best queen on the frontlines when they can just send Lilia yk 😆

i hope we get more dragon egg lore and also specifically egg malleus reveal🙌🙌 like how do THEY take care of a dragon egg anyway.... do they put it on cradles as well like human babies??? or their parents will hold them since they require vast amount of love-

i'd used to think malleus backstory would be his child self being lonely (which in the future might??? but for now?? his backstory is literally just him being an egg and all of us are crying over an egg JDHJWJD 😭😭😭

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generalllimaginesss · 4 months

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"Every morning I question why I moved in with you." Can you write an older Hughes sister one where she moved in with Jack and then Luke when he started with the Devils and they’re always asking her to do things for them. Like waking her up in the morning to make breakfast because only she knows how to make pancakes like their mom used to when they were kids. She pretends to hate it but loves to be able to take care of her baby brothers. I imagine they’d all be obsessed with their sister if they had one.

Hughes sister has a chokehold on me and I make no apologies for it. I hope this is something along the lines of what you were thinking!!

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It had been a long week at work, major changes in the computer system that your office used was causing you to work overtime, so you looked forward to sleeping in on Saturday.

However, Jim and Ellen both agreed that the youngest Hughes boys could benefit from having their big sister live with them as they adjusted to life without their mom and dad. Luckily you had a job where you could work from home and were able to move to New Jersey with ease. At least with ease regarding your job. Your brothers were anything but ease...

With there being a three year age gap with Jack and four with Luke, they looked up to their big sister, relying on you a little more than they should at their age. Most of the time it didn't bother you, but you just wanted this one morning to yourself.

The sound of pots and pans banging revealed that you had wishful thinking, causing you to groan when you rolled over and saw that it was only 7:00 am.

You could tell that the boys were bickering back and fourth about something, but you would let them work it out like the adults that they were. Or at least the adults that they should be.

The walls weren't thick enough to block their argument out though.

"Dude, no that's not how she did it. She added more flour."

"Are you dumb? We're not making waffles. It doesn't need that much flour."

"Well it doesn't need that much milk. It's pancakes, not soup."

"Go get her, we clearly have no idea what the fuck we're doing."

Footsteps, you determined as Jack's, began to come closer to your room, causing you to put a pillow over your head, wishfully hoping it would suffocate you into a deep sleep that wouldn't be disturbed by your brothers.

Three knocks on your door let you know that your wishful thinking was to no avail. You didn't understand why he even bothered knocking when he barged in and jumped on the bed, landing right on top of you, momentarily knocking the breath out of you.

"Jack, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" You yelled, shoving him off the bed, the thud resonating throughout the room.

You watched as he winced in pain, holding his knee as it took the brunt of the fall.

"You realize that I have a job that requires me to be healthy?" He groaned as he stood up, causing you to throw a pillow at him while rolling your eyes.

"Don't jump on me and you wouldn't be in this predicament, now would you?"

"Whatever....me and Luke can't remember how to make mom's pancakes. Can you help with that?" He asked, sitting on the side of your bed and falling back onto you.

"You two are hopeless..." You trailed off as you hit his stomach, trying to get him off of you. He swatted your hand away from his stomach, but moved enough to let you out of bed.

As you walked into the kitchen, Jack trailing closely behind and Luke sitting on a barstool on his phone, you noticed that it was an absolute disaster. There were egg shells scattered across the counter, way more than they should have needed. The flour bag was busted, a trail of flour showed where the boys had carried it around the kitchen. There was now only a half gallon of milk left from a previously unopened jug.

You groaned, wiping the sleep out your eyes as you recalled the way that your mom made pancakes your whole life.

"I feel like kids would be easier to raise than the two of you," You said under your breath, pouring the bowl of goop that the boys made down the drain.

"Jack is supposed to know how to make pancakes," Luke spoke up, not tearing his attention away from his phone.

"You watched her make it the same way we did, Luke," You pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm the baby. I've got you all to do it for me," He smirked, watching you as your glares sent daggers towards him.

"I don't think the argument of being the baby of the family is valid after the age of 18. If it has to be brought up after that, then something's wrong," You rebutted, measuring out the ingredients and mixing them together.

Jack snorted, finding amusement in his oldest and youngest sibling arguing. He wasn't safe from your attitude though.

"You have no room to be laughing over there, Jack. You're older than him and still have to ask me to cook. It's funny...I've never had to do anything for Quinn," You knew when you said it that they would groan, and they did.

"Why don't you go live with him then?" Jack proposed, trying to sit next to Luke who shoved him away.

"Why the hell would you say that while she's making our pancakes, dude?"

"Trust me, I would get a lot more work done because he wouldn't be bothering me nonstop," You flipped one of the pancakes, a golden brown reflecting back at you.

The three of you were quiet as you finished flipping and plating them. You had made enough for the boys to have three and you two.

"Thank you," Jack snatched the plate from your hands, causing you to snatch them back.

"You will not snatch these from me when you rudely jumped on me at 7 in the morning. Take them nicely. We use easy hands in this house," You didn't budge, not giving him his pancakes until he slowly took the plate back. If looks could kill you would be long gone by the look he was giving you.

"Yeah, Jack, easy hands," Luke mocked, trying to grab the plate you held out to him. You brought it back closer to you and out of his reach, preventing him from grabbing it.

"What do we say?" Talking to him like a child elicited a glare from him as well, but he said his 'thank you' and you gave him his plate.

They ate quickly, mentioning that they were running late for a meeting. When they put their plates in the sink, you realized that they were leaving you with the mess that they had made.

"Who do you two think I am? Your personal maid?" You asked rhetorically.

"Love ya, Sis!" Luke called as he walked out the front door.

Jack didn't bother to say anything, only throwing up a peace sign as he followed Luke.

"Every morning I question why I moved in with you," You muttered under your breath as you rolled your sleeves up to clean the kitchen.

As you went to load the dishwasher, your phone vibrated on the counter, Jack's name flashing across the screen.

"What do you need?" You sighed, knowing he had forgotten something.

"I forgot my suit for the game tonight...can you bring it when you get a chance? Preferably before lunch?" You could hear Luke chuckling in the background.

"What do you say?" You were bound and determined to teach him some manners while staying with them.

"Oh my God, just bring it-"

"Do you want the suit or no? Because I'm not the one that has to wear it tonight..." You trailed off as you rinsed a bowl out before loading it onto the top shelf of the dishwasher.

Jack sighed, causing Luke to laugh.

"My wonderful sister that I love so much, would you do me a favor and please bring me my suit before lunch? With my Air Forces?" Sarcasm seeped from his voice, your eyes rolling in response.

"I don't appreciate the sass, but since you said please I will," He didn't bother saying thank you, hanging up immediately when you finished your sentence. He would learn one day.

You would never admit it to them, but you loved being able to help them. The early mornings and late nights that they caused you were inconvenient in the moment, but you would hate to miss out on the opportunities to spend so much time with them. They were, after all, your baby brothers that you loved so very much.

But unbeknownst to anybody...Quinn was still your favorite.

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Sweet disaster

Pairing: Chanlix x femReader

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Noticing Chan's current discomfort and stress level, you decide to prepare some brownies. There's only one problem; you suck at baking.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, baking, domestic shit, cuddles, softboy!channie

A/N: Love you 💕@miuracha

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Chan has been really stressed lately with the upcoming comeback. Felix was as well, but Chan always got a different type of stressed out as their leader. So you thought you'd surprise him with brownies. The only problem is, you're not exactly naturally talented in the kitchen like your friend Minho or know your way around the kitchen like your boyfriends. After getting Felix's recipe and all the ingredients you stood still for a moment, feeling nervous to mess this up.

You start out slow, weighing some of the ingredients and getting closer to a mental breakdown with every gram that's too much or too little in your various bowls.

Felix comes downstairs from his shower and frowns softly, seeing you. "And what is that supposed to be?"

You look up, blushing a little with embarrassment. "I'm trying to surprise Channie."

"Did I miss something?" Felix asks, shocked. It isn't his birthday; their anniversary is in two months.

"No, relax," you giggle and eye the cartoon of eggs suspiciously. "He just looked like he'd pass out soon or start crying, and at this point, I don't know what I'd prefer to let him have a break."

"Oh," Felix nods and comes over, sitting down at the kitchen island. "And you're making brownies?" he asks after scanning all the bowls and packages on the table.

You grab an egg and push your fingers against it. "Yeah, I'm trying."

Felix watches you, stunned. "No, baby, that's not -" The egg breaks into two, running down your fingers and onto the table.

It's your final straw, and tears shoot to your eyes, frustration settling in your body. "Fuck this, I'm useless at that."

"No, no, no," Felix quickly chimes in and gets up. He gently guides you to the sink and washes your hands. "It's your first time doing this, of course, things go wrong."

"Yeah, but I don't want him to eat some fucked cake," you pout as he dries your hands with a towel.

Felix gently cups your face and kisses your forehead. "Let me help you, okay? We'll do it together."

"Okay," you nod and smile as he brushes your hair back. Your boyfriend steps behind you, braiding your hair for you quickly so it won't be in the way. He guides you back to the table and orientates himself quickly in your mess.

"Alright, so we start with this," he says, leading you through the process step by step. He shows you how to mix ingredients together, telling you why a certain order is important.

You put it into the oven after a while and beam at him. "Thank you, Lix," you smile.

"Anytime, baby," he smiles right back at you, eyes sparkling with joy. "Okay, now let's clean up in the meantime."

You two are done just in time when the keys to your front door turn. Chan steps inside, the hood of his sweater on his head, and sets down his backpack tiredly. He freezes for a moment, picking up on the sweet scent floating through the apartment. "Felix?" he calls out, making his way into the apartment. "Did you make brownies?" he asks, the thought alone putting a tired smile on his face.

"No," Felix shakes his head from his place on the sofa and looks over at you, who's getting some drinks from the kitchen. "Y/nnie did."

"Wait, really?" he asks, surprised, and you nod shyly. "Aw baby, how did it go?"

"Lix helped me out, obviously," you chuckle. "I still have to learn a lot."

"You did great, baby," Felix shakes his head. Chan gives Felix a soft kiss as a greeting. Felix notices how he slightly contorts his face, bending down to meet his lips. "Once you said hi to our girl, you come right back here and let me take care of your neck and back.".

Chan laughs and nods gently. "I'll need that," he says before making his way over to you. "Hi, baby girl," he smiles softly.

"Hey, Channie," you smile and lower your gaze shyly. "I uhm I thought I'd make you some because you looked exhausted this morning."

Chan's heart is about to burst hearing that, and he pulls you into a tight hug so you won't see the tears brimming in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers, burying his face in your shoulder.

You gently pull back the hood of his sweater and run your fingers through his untamed curls. "Lix and I are very proud of you for working so hard," you tell him, and Chan squeezes you gently.

He's about to answer when Felix steps behind him and wraps his arm around the two of you. "We love you so much, Channie," he says, kissing his neck.

"I love you too," Chan tells you quietly.

"Now go and let Felix take care of you, okay?" you say, gently patting his back. You carefully take the brownies from the oven, and after letting it cool down for a bit, you cut a few pieces, knowing how much your boys loved practically burning their mouths to eat them still warm.

Chan bites back a groan as Felix works on a very tense spot in the back of his neck and squeezes his eyes shut. He knows he needs this, but still, it hurts. His eyes flutter open as your hand slips into his, and he flashes you a tired smile.

"Wanna try?" you ask, holding up a plate.

"Lix, hang on for a moment," Chan says, and Felix stops, gently rubbing his arms. "You want some as well?"

"Of course, I wanna know how our girl did," he nods eagerly, making you giggle.

You try a bite yourself as they do and nod to yourself. This wasn't too bad.

"This is amazing," Felix compliments you with a sweet smile.

Chan leans forward and cups your face, kissing you lovingly. "That's exactly what I needed today."

"I thought you might," you smile gently. You continue feeding him small bites as Felix finishes his massage, and Chan looks positively tired out. "You want to take a nap?"

Chan nods gently. "Can you two join?"

Felix giggles and pats his side. "Of course we can."

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Only a little later, you're all cuddled up with Chan in the middle. He's falling asleep soon, and you allow yourself to rest a bit as well when you notice Felix drifting off slowly. Sometimes, cuddles and a good nap are all your boys need.

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ikeromantic · 4 months

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Hello, hope I'm not too late to request. I'd like to ask for Keith, kitchen, and sugar cookie. Thank you.

You were right on time ^_^ Here's some sweet Keith, best enjoyed with a cold glass of milk! Approx. 1200 words of pure fluffy goodness. IkePri New Years Event story!

Keith stared at the mess on the counter, feeling panic rise up in his chest. This was a disaster. The pastry dough was flat, everything was covered in flour, and somehow, egg whites were dripping from the ceiling with a steady splat atop the fruit mash he’d intended to use as a filling.

“Failed again,” he murmured disconsolately. It seemed he was dangerously incompetent, even with simple tasks. Perhaps it would be better to give his other half more free reign.

Just as he lifted a towel to start cleaning the scattered flour, the kitchen door swung open. Keith moved faster than he knew he could to block the entry way. He stepped out into the hall and found himself chest to nose with a certain Rhodolitian lady.

“Hey!” Emma looked up, her brows lifted in surprise. She froze for a moment, her gaze traveling from his face back down to his chest and then up again. Her cheeks heated as she realized how close she stood, then she sprang back like a frightened rabbit.

“Erm. Sorry. I - I didn’t mean to startle you.” He closed the door behind him, hoping she hadn’t noticed the wreckage of his pastry project.

She took a breath and smiled at him. “It’s ok. I don’t know why I’m so jumpy.” Emma gave a half-hearted laugh that ended with a polite little cough. “So, Prince Yves mentioned you asked to use the kitchen?”

Keith blinked. Had she gone looking for him? He hadn’t wanted to say anything as the pastry was meant to be a surprise. Not that it mattered now. “How inconsiderate of me! I should have left you a note letting you know I was busy this morning. I hope you didn’t waste too much of your time trying to find me.”

“Oh! No. No, not at all. I just happened to run into Yves and Licht. They said you were here. Umm. Without me asking. They just said it.” She picked at her skirt nervously, tugging at the seam.

“They did?” Keith considered himself a terrible judge of character. Afterall, he was so often wrong about things and this could easily be another of those things. But it really seemed to him that Emma was lying. Which was odd really because she had no reason to lie about looking for him. Did she?

Emma swallowed. “Erm. Sort of. I might have mentioned you, uh, first.” She looked down at the floor rather than continuing to meet his gaze.

Keith decided it might be best to let this line of conversation die. He tugged self consciously at the apron he wore. It was too short, and too narrow in the chest. One of Yves’ aprons. Under the flour and bits of fruit mash, it said ‘I’m Your Sugar, Baby’. It was funny when he’d borrowed it, but felt entirely out of line now. He hoped she didn’t notice.

“Well. Now that you’ve found me, what do you need?” He hoped to coax it out of her quickly so he could get back in the kitchen before anyone else saw the mess he’d made.

“I just . . .” She looked up, as if he had the words she was searching for. Then her eyes widened. “Were you cooking something?”

“No. Nothing.” He crossed his arms over his chest as if to hide the evidence.

Emma’s grin returned, impish this time. “Are you sure? Because it looks like you got a bit of strawberry in your hair.”

Keith reached up, tugging a wedge of berry from his unruly locks.

When he did, she laughed. “You’re covered in flour too.”

“Alright, you caught me.” Keith sighed. “It seems I am such a failure that I can’t even surprise the woman I lo - like.” He felt his ears go red at the near slip. This was a terrible time to make such a confession, even without the wreckage of pastry waiting behind him.

“Really?” She took a step forward as if she wanted to go in the kitchen.

Keith held out a hand. “Ah, I think it’s more fair to say I tried. But . . . well . . . I am as much a failure at baking as every other thing I try.

Emma took the hand he held out to stop her and squeezed it gently in hers. “Oh Prince Keith, I wish you wouldn’t say things like that. I think you’re really good at all sorts of things.”

He felt his pulse quicken at her touch and hoped she wouldn’t notice. “I’m not sure about that, but I think we can safely say baking isn’t one of them.”

“Well . . . it takes a lot of practice and a good recipe. Even if you aren’t good at it yet, I bet you will be if you keep trying.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “You know, if you want, I could help.”

Keith gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I don’t think what’s left of my attempt can be helped. There’s only one thing left to do, and that’s the clean up.”

“Then I can help with that.” She smiled so brightly at him that he couldn’t deny her anything at that moment.

“Just -” He swallowed. “It’s quite a mess.”

Emma nudged the door open, keeping ahold of his hand in one of hers. He couldn’t see her face as she took in the extent of the disaster, but he could hear her sharp intake of breath and feel the little squeeze of surprise on his fingers.

“It’s really alright. I’m sure I can put it back together on my own. You don’t need to go through any trouble for me.” Keith followed along, tugged inside as she stepped further into the kitchen.

“Wow. There’s even egg on the hanging lamp. And butter on the cabinet. Prince Keith! What were you trying to make?” She regarded him with an unexpected look of awe.

He shrugged. “You mentioned you liked strawberries. So I thought I could whip up this pastry Yves made once. But it’s a bit harder than I thought it would be.”

She laughed and leaned against him. “Ahhh, I think we’ll be working on this all afternoon. I hope you don’t mind being stuck with me for a few hours.”

“Mind? Stuck . . . with?” His brows lifted. She sounded almost happy. No - she did sound pleased about it. Keith looked at her with undisguised surprise.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, I imagine you have better things to do. You’re a visiting prince with duties and stuff.”

Keith felt his throat tighten and an unusual burst of boldness. He lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss to her fingertips. “There is nothing I would rather do than clean a kitchen with you.”

She laughed shyly. “I’m sure you can think of something you’d rather do with me than clean.”

They both froze as the double meaning of her words struck them. Her lips parted as if to say something to rescue it, but she only let out a breath as heat stained her cheeks.

“Er. Yes. I mean - not that of course - not that that wouldn’t be something I - ah, anything with you is, uhm, better?” Keith’s words tumbled out and he cringed inwardly at his own cowardice. Would it be so bad to tell her how he felt? She might feel the same . . .

Emma let out a relieved breath. “Mmm, y-yes. Like - like lunch!”

“Exactly.” He chuckled, feeling the tension spool out of him. “You make everything better. And . . . I hope you’ll consent to let me repay you for your help today. Perhaps I can take you to dinner?”

“I . . . I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date.” Keith smiled, feeling a fluttering in his belly. She didn’t correct him, only smiled back, her eyes shining.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri keith #keith howell #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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raayllum · 11 months

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Let’s break this baby down symbolically

Originally this post was longer but my draft didn’t save so I’m doing a quick notes version; if you want more thoughts or have a clarification question please feel free to drop them in my inbox, but hopefully everything will still carry across

Light and dark motif with Callum unintentionally / unknowingly getting close to the darkness, with Ezran and Rayla more in the light. The surface world does not seem to be particularly stormy, more so bright and happy, which is a departure from the previous promo art(s) really highlighting the storm, and how often storms in TDP foretell transformation and disaster (1x01, 2x04, 2x05, 2x07, 2x08, 3x01 when Ez comes home, 4x01, 4x04 before Aaravos possesses Callum at dawn, etc).

The light-dark duality mirrors Callum’s worries of “What if I’m on a path of darkness” due to its associations with Aaravos: “In darkness, gaze upon a Fallen Star” and “already tainted with darkness, ad destined to play right into my hands.”

Darkness = dark magic; octopus tentacles have associations with dark magic (Claudia) specifically being used to drag people down (the boys) or catch them (Viren) in terms of control; dark magic / octopus tentacles = control. Control is attached to Aaravos

This is doubly true with associations of water and destiny (“Life is like a river - don’t try to control where the river goes”). If you’re interested in more thoughts on that, check out this meta

Callum perhaps being lured in with curiosity or magical impulse, only to realize he’s in way over his head / being dragged down by something he can’t escape (tentacles having similarities to puppet strings) and/or mirroring his dark magic dreams from 2x08

Ezran being closer makes sense, as he is emotionally closer and currently more reliable to Callum than Rayla has been due to their separation.

It’s also a nice parallel to Ezran saving Zym (another brother / soulmate) under the ice as well as Rayla and Callum then working to save him, as well, with now Rayla and Ezran working together to save Callum, especially since Ezran almost drowned and Rayla has a specific fear of drowning/water.

In the S1 novelization, Ezran states that his mother’s spirit helped guide him through the darkness to find the glowing (light) egg of the Dragon Prince. Given that Sarai also helped guide Callum towards the Sky arcanum, Ezran possibly carrying / embodying his mother’s spirit while saving his brother would be really beautiful.

As stated, Rayla being further away makes sense, but it does align her further with the light, and I do think her reaching for Callum (as opposed to a more generic swim pose) is purposeful due to Rayllum (and the show’s) consistent reaching motif.

Rayla’s fear of water isn’t literally about the water (after all, she saved Bait 1.5 days in when she and the glow toad had an immense mutual dislike of each other) but what it represents: shame, self-reflection, fear, guilt, trauma. Rayla left in TTM because she didn’t know how to love Callum and be scared to lose him at the same time in a healthier manner, leading her to majorly hurt both of them. Her swimming through the water could symbolize 1) helping to save Callum (per other foreshadowing as well) in addition to 2) her beginning to learn how to deal with that fear in a healthier way that also lets her stay and be/do what she wants to do.

And as always, the foreshadowing that Aaravos’ specific prison (darkness, dark magic, tentacles, ocean, etc) is underwater and it will be found / we’ll get some answers about the cube in S5:

#water motif #tdp #tdp spoilers #s5 spoilers #brotp: we're in this together #broyals #rayllum #if there is longing on the mirror of my heart #light and darkness motif #the dragon prince #s5 #analysis series #analysis #arc 2 #promo art #official art #two pillars

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emsylcatac · 1 year

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I want your neighbour scenario to be the new Adrienette AU. Marinette puts a winky face letter for her new neighbour Adrien, and then regrets it like 30 mins later.

OKAY I hate how it sounds sooo neighbour AU but for real though not to use my current very awkward neighbour story (more details about what this is about in the tags of this poll for those who've missed my latest misadventure) buuut:

Post Hawkmoth-defeat AU where they're in uni or something

Marinette lives in an apartment, number 7 (the number isn't relevant it's just my apartment number ok)

Adrien changed his last name a few years following his dad's arrest because being an Agreste is Not Cool At All and Marinette doesn't know it

Adrien is new in the apartment building and just so happens to move in apartment 6, right on the same floor as Marinette's. Adrien being an early bird on time and Marinette a disaster owl very much not on time in the mornings, they haven't crossed paths yet

On Adrien's mailbox, there's his new name but it's not like Marinette would know it's him, while she hasn't her name on her mailbox apart from her apartment number because she got too lazy to grab a piece of paper and write her name on it. So she's just. Appartement n°7, and so they're not recognising that it's Adrien and Marinette who are their neighbour.

And here comes my story, MLified: Adrien makes a poll in his neighbours' mailbox asking whether anyone would mind if he parked his bike in the building's corridor

Marinette answers his poll and says that of course it's not a problem for her :)

Adrien being nice and slightly too enthusiastic at getting a nice answer telling him he's not a problem coupled with an emoji smiling, decides that the best way to thank his neighbour in a not at all over exaggerated way is to buy her crispy m&ms with a note saying (and I'm quoting the note I got in my mailbox) "congratulations appartement 7, you picked the right answer! Here's a little gift to thank you, enjoy!"

Marinette who finds that waaayy too adorable (and who really needed a snack that day) gets a little too excited, and decides to leave back a note in Adrien's mailbox to thank him

She writes (and I have to quote myself on that): "THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE M&M'S!!! So nice!! Don't hesitate to knock if you ever need an egg or salt or something else ;)"

AFTER she dropped the note in his mailbox she realises that the winky face could be WIDELY MISINTERPRETED OH MY GOD YOU DUMB ASS, and promptly goes into "catastrophe" mode. She naturally and rationally considers moving out in a country far, far away.

(and here stops my story for now because I'm at the 'moving far away' part and I do not intend on having whatever lovesquare romance with my new neighbour thank you very much, but Adrinette would enjoy it)

Adrien, who's an oblivious and innocent baby doesn't notice anything wrong with the note and just thinks it's really sweet and friendly :). To thank his neighbour for being sweet, he buys her another pack of crispy m&m's

Marinette on her side start to think he misinterpreted her winky emoji, and is second guessing every new m&ms package coming in her mailbox

Anyway I don't have a follow up for this right now, I guess we could add some ladynoir bonding moments:

Like Ladybug talks to Chat Noir about her winky emoji note all panicked, and Chat Noir is just like "what of it, it just proves you're being nice, right?"

To which Ladybug explains that NO, WELL YES, but it could have other interpretations, and what if her neighbour thinks she's not only offering egg and salt??

To which Chat Noir proceeds to have a mental breakdown because "oh my god my Lady, my neighbour left me a note with a winky smiley the other day offering 'something else', do you think it means she's...implying something else???"

To which Ladybug is like "oh my GOD Chat Noir your neighbour is TOTALLY hitting on you 😱"

HENCE identity shenanigans because they DUMB.and don't notice that their stories are similar, and the notes exchange becomes a lot more confusing on Adrien and Marinette's sides but they keep sending some because heyyy, new friend and free food right?

I will stop this now because it's way too long and nonsensical for what it is, and it's late here fjzjfnzkfn but. Yeah I guess in my distress I. Can make every situations lovesquare-able 🥲

#ask #anon #i'm fine i'm coping with being a dumbass just right 🙂#lovesquare #adrinette

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bohemian-nights · 8 months

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If nettles was a white girl like Alys, dumbyra fans wouldn’t say shit. Look at laena and daemon regardless of them being married in the books they hated the fact of them being together in the show and how they did there relationship was disgusting. I was really irked on how daemon and Rhaenyra had sex in the most disrespectful way like Laena was just laid to rest and she found if a way to get with her uncle!! Then disappeared for 6 years from court and act’s surprised that the hightowers and vaemond are plotting against them like YOU’VE DONE NOTHING BUT POP OUT BABIES FOR THE PAST 6 YEARS!!!!! I can’t stress how much I hate the whole Daemon loves Rhaenyra more than anything, if he loves her sooo much why did he do the following

1) steal her dead baby brother’s egg

2)called himself the “rightful heir” to the throne after she was named heir

3)called her dead brother “heir for a day”

4) left her to fight in the stepstones and ignored her for years

5) almost ruined her reputation by taking her to a brothel

6)left her alone at night in the most dangerous place in kings landing

7)left her again during her wedding where she almost got trampled

8)undermines her during the plot to take kings landing

9) ignores her calls during her labor

10) ignores her call to come back to kings landing

11) he literally chokes her when he finds out that Viserys never thought of him as heir

Like they gaslight themselves into believing that this is okay, it’s not

Now I do understand the age difference between nettles and daemon is very important she’s 17 and he’s 49 but I think that they are more healthier relationship. I feel that nettles is more patient with daemon and they have better communication, she’s not afraid to tell daemon like “hey you do realize that this is fucked up” and he grows more as a person with her. Nettles isn’t spoiled and doesn’t like to be spoiled much and daemon likes that. Rhaenyra can act like a baby sometimes and it annoys him when she gets like that.

Sorry for the big rant but I know when nettles is casted and when we see her actor she’s gonna get hate from people WHO SHIP AN UNCLE WHO GROOMED HIS FUCKING NIECE. I’m going to war for my girl Nettles.

This wasn’t a rant, this was a read👏🏽 I honestly think that if Nettles were white(hell if she were actually non-Black like how they try to insist she is because they don’t want a Negro with Daemon) then a good portion of these racist stans would have jumped ship already.

Dumbnyra has always been a disaster of a ship(in the show and the books which 99% weren’t shipping this trash until said show).

There were glaring red flags from the get-go (the 1st “romantic moment” Rhaenyra is underage), but because they are self-inserting (this includes the weirdo self-haters who are fine with throwing other “WOC” under the bus to live out their Aryan obey me or I’ll nuke you fantasies) into her and can’t relate to anyone who isn’t white they are holding onto this Titanic of a ship for dear life.

I'm glad you mentioned Alys. People may hate her now, but the moment she shows up on screen and interacts with Aemond I can guarantee that most of that hate(which is mostly from Hellmann's shippers who only like their insane crackship that they pretend is canon because it’s a self insert ship) will fade away.

With Alys there, who’s also white and is Aemond’s actual love interest, Helaena won’t be needed anymore. So they’ll drop her faster than a hot cake, do a 180, say who’s Helaena, and ole girl will become the new self-insert.

That’s not going to be the case for Nettles(and yeah sadly her actress is going to get a lot of hate so prayers to her).

If you guys don’t believe us literally go pull up any fandom with a Black woman as a love interest and see the bullsh*t and excuses that are written.

Every single time the actresses get verbally attacked(they get called literal racial slurs see Candice Patton-The Flash), the showrunners do them, and their characters(Kat Graham-Vampire Diaries and Nicole Beharie-Sleepy Hollow), the fans of said characters and ships get attacked(this fandom is already starting it), and there are a million and one think pieces on how her character “doesn’t need a man” or how the ship she’s in isn’t “good for her”(all while these same people excuse actual abusive relationships like Dumbnyra).

People always say oh it isn’t about race it’s actually about xyz, but if every time you are complaining when you see a Black woman as the love interest, yeah it’s about race🤷🏽‍♀️ You guys don’t like seeing Black women in romantic relationships especially with your faves. It’s the same song and dance and now they are doing it with Nettles under the guise of “caring.”

If you ship Dumbnyra(and I’ve seen several of these shippers drawing art that’s supposed to be romantic where Rhaenyra is a literal child) and then fix your mouth to say Daemon and Nettles relationship is somehow bad for Nettles and that people promoting it want Netty to be abused (translation: I don’t want my self insert to be left for a Black girl, but I can’t come out and say that so I’ll just pretend to care about this Black girl when I’m actually cheering on for her to be axed or played by a white woman, yes I’ve seen some of these ignorant people want Nettles to be white because the Velaryons were made Black🙃).

The dynamic between Daemon and Nettles isn’t anything like Daemon and Rhaenyra. The only thing they’ve got in common is that Nettles is young and even then she’s technically an adult and she’s probably going to be aged up to be Laena’s book age in the show. The moment that happens they’ll find some new excuse(I don’t want Nettles to look like a ho knowing damn well their self insert was out their chasing after a freshly widowed man and they cheered it on) why Daemon and Nettles shouldn’t happen.

Yeah, they did have a much healthier relationship and Daemon grows from his time with her(something he never did with Rhaenyra). He grows enough to put her ahead of everyone including his wife’s rule and his own safety(which is what Nettles deserves), but we are lost in the sauce. 100% it’s protect Nettles over here 🙌🏽

#now I started actually ranting #yes the age gap is very large but you guys really don’t care about that #that’s just the excuse you guys use #daemon targaryen #nettles #daemon x nettles #netty #bnask #bnasks #daemon targaryen x nettles #nettles x daemon #dettles

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 8 months

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So…forgive me if you’ve done something like this before but Steve/Nat/Bucky have been living rent free in my head for a while now and I thought…what if Nat was just having a really lousy time and Steve and Bucky just cooked her an authentic Russian meal to cheer her up but they can’t cook. So they keep practicing and tasting until they get it right…putting on weight as they go because…decadent cuisine, amirite? She notices her little pelmeni getting bigger but she doesn’t mind. She keeps tasting, taunting them, saying it’s not right, try again. Until they get it right, only they’re not the only chubby ones anymore…but Nat doesn’t realize it until she indulges in one of their truly amazing meals and ends up popping a button. Sexy times!

Completely ignores the fact that the last writing I did here was all but a month ago and returns like nothing happened.

I haven't done something like this before! I dig it! It's giving this scene between Wanda and Vision

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Also, it reminds me of this Steve and Natasha fic that I adore "Shaping Happiness"

Inspiration/reminders aside... yes! This idea is great!

I went off the prompt a little bit because I couldn’t help myself, I hope it’s still enjoyable!

Warnings for Steve × Natasha × Bucky belly kink below the cut. Unbeta'd. Stuffing, weight gain, dirty talk, etc.

At first, all the food Steve and Bucky attempt to cook for Natasha to cheer her up is truly terrible.

Steve has never been much of a cook, so he claims it’s not his fault. Listen! He's unlucky enough to burn water! So, as Bucky rediscovers Steve’s kitchen ineptitude, he's quickly relegated to boiling water at most and tasting as Bucky cooks at least. Steve cannot be trusted with knives and veggies most of the time (Bucky will never understand how he’s a superhero who can hold his own in combat), nor can he be trusted to measure something correctly (he’d much rather just "eyeball" it), and there is never a time where it is acceptable to allow Steve to cook something. He will turn up the temperature, thinking it’s not cooking fast enough, and accidentally attempt to burn the entire apartment to the ground. So, Steve gets to taste.

Only taste.

Bucky will give him spoonfuls or bits and pieces, and Steve will greedily take them. Praising Bucky’s cooking ability (re: his non-disaster existence in the kitchen that Steve occasionally envies, lmao) and asking for more, please? Weaponizing those pretty baby blues when Bucky’s successful enough for things to be edible.

Obviously, Bucky is a better chef between the two of them, but he's out of practice (years of being the fist of HYDRA will do that to you) and unfamiliar with these kinds of foods. So, even though he's still got a few of his Ma's recipes in the very back of his brain (not that Depression-era foods to keep the family fed are very good compared to a lot of these Russian delicacies), nothing is really… right… when they first begin making comfort food for Natasha.

They try all the staples:

Solyanka (sweet and sour beef stew), zharkoye (beef (or whatever extra meat you have around the house) and vegetable stew), zharkeo (chicken stew), etc.

Borscht (red beet soup), okroshka (vegetables, egg, potato, and meat soup), rassolnik (beef, barley, and pickle soup), shchi (cabbage soup), ukha (fish soup), etc.

Pelmeni (meat dumplings), pirozhki (savory baked or fried puff pastries), blini (wheat crepe-like pastries with sweet or savory fillings), borodinsky (dark rye bread), vatrushka (sweet pastry with cottage cheese and raisins), shashlik (kebabs with cubed meat and vegetables), ikra (caviar on bread/blini), pirozhki (yeast dough stuffed with savory or sweet fillings), etc.

Morozheneo (extra creamy Russian ice cream), pashka (sweetened cheesecake), kartoshka (basically Russian cake pops, often chocolate), kissel (cherry soup), medovik (layered honey and condensed milk cake), etc.

Steve will often spend the time that Bucky is spending cooking by looking up new recipes, and new foods, making sure to take them from credible sources so they don’t end up in a “diner situation”

The diner situation was what happened when Bucky was first recovering and they were surviving on takeout because Bucky was too afraid to allow himself around knives again and Steve was struggling (unsurprising), so no cooking for him, and they went to an “all-American diner.” Hoping for a taste of home and instead finding that the diner served food that was God fucking awful and worst of all, nothing like the actual food of the day it was claiming to represent! It made them both feel worse - lonelier. No one understood what it was like. What the food was, what the culture was, what it was like.

They don’t want that.

They will not be making some bogus “Russian food” that isn’t actually authentic.

Anyway -

All traditional Russian cuisine that Bucky attempts while Steve watches and tastes and researches aren't any good at first.

Like, they suck so much that Steve and Bucky don't even serve them to Natasha. Tasha doesn’t even know what they’re doing. She’s always out on missions or on Capitol Hill with Fury whenever they try their hand at making her familiar Russian foods by their design. While alone together in the apartment, Steve and Bucky quietly try each creation themselves, can barely swallow it at first, and decide… not yet.

Not yet.

They both want it to be perfect.

So, even when Steve begins to use his puppy-dog eyes for evil, begging for more treats, more tastes, because, holy shit, Buck, that’s great! That has to be what that is supposed to taste like! They don’t share the plan with Natasha yet.

Not yet.

Natasha catches onto the fact that something is going on as she starts to squint her eyes and pinch Steve’s hip or ass, gratefully sighing, “at least between the two of you, someone is fully embracing the house-husband lifestyle.”

Embracing the house-husband lifestyle by packing on a few pounds. Just enough to soften Steve’s usually perfect abs into a flat belly (unless he’s stuffed or bloated) and turning his thighs and ass into soft, squeezable shapes.

Bucky and Steve have both retired, giving them all the more time to spend experimenting and practicing recipes for Natasha as house-husbands and homemakers. But Steve is the only one beginning to plump up. He’s stopped going for his morning run and afternoon workouts cold turkey. Bucky still goes to the gym. He finds it meditative. Cooking and working out seem to be some of the only things that completely clear his mind. Steve, on the other hand, has always been single-minded. And it seems like eating has taken up all of his focus.

There's no room for anything else.

Steve tastes as Bucky goes, describing the flavors the best he can, telling him what he might try adding and how the flavor compares to what his research has told him the dish is supposed to be like. Then, when the dish is done, Steve tries it first, while it’s still hot (even if it’s supposed to be served cooled, Steve can’t help but have a healthy serving before it goes into the fridge). He gives notes again. Bucky tries it when it's fully ready. He has a nibble or two, just enough to taste - nothing like the full servings that Steve takes. Bucky has already had his lunch, and he doesn’t want to spoil his dinner. Then, if it’s good, Steve eats the rest of whatever they’ve made.

All of the rest.

Bucky’s taken to telling Steve to “hide the evidence” since they don’t want Tasha to know until they’re ready for her…

Is it really hiding, though, if they both know where the extra food is ending up in the form of a pretty, shaping-up pot belly? Sticking straight out from Steve's well-defined chest.

Food for thought. Ha.

“What is Bucky feeding you when I’m away?” Natasha purrs, on her knees, her sharp, white teeth digging into the new slope of Steve’s belly. He chugged a whole, huge pot of stew when Natasha texted an approximate 10-minute ETA. Getting rid of the evidence except… the stew was full of melt-in-your-mouth meat and potatoes and salt. Heavy. This stew isn't fucking around and it's apparently delectable (Steve's word). So, it’s obvious where the stew has gone. Right into his pot belly.

Swollen.

Once Natasha arrived, Steve was still sweating and just beginning to bloat up like a balloon from the excess sodium. And Tasha's always present 6th sense for knowing how best to drive Steve up the wall, complained about how hungry she was.

A devious grin split Bucky’s face, asking what she was craving because they’d be sure to order lots of it. Whatever she wanted.

She said Indian food.

Perfect.

That’s not something Steve can resist. He loves Indian food. And, sure enough, he wolfed down a whole ‘nother dinner. Getting red in the face from the spice heat and temperature heat, his poor belly gurgling loudly in a fit of digestion.

Steve shrugs in reply to her question, biting his lip out of arousal but also out of desperation to hide the overfull groan that wants to come out of him. He’s been fighting burps and moans and hiccups all evening. Trying to not make his packed state so fucking obvious.

Bucky thought he was into seeing Steve like this - bloated and round - because he loves seeing his fella happy and healthy and fulfilled. Bucky thought he was into cooking and baking and experimenting with food for Natasha because he loves her, and he wants to make her happy and bring her comfort and just do something sweet for her. Those things are true. But, watching Natasha dig her painted nails into Steve’s soft parts…

There’s something else here, too.

Woo, boy.

“Mm,” Natasha is half-asleep, exhausted from yet another mission, yawning, and curled up like a cat in a sunspot between them. Her head is cushioned on Steve’s chest, “‘m pretty sure we could get rid of our pillows and be just fine.” She squeezes the pec that her head isn’t pillowed on in her hand, groping him, “got enough right here.”

Steve inhales shakily, turning bright red.

Bucky can tell by looking at him that he’s not insulted, far from it, that’s his this-is-making-my-dick-hard face. He's squirming, too. Blood going straight for his dick with a vengeance.

“Eh, just wait a little longer 'fore we make any rash decisions, m'kay, doll?” Bucky murmurs, amused, running his metal fingers through Tasha’s fire-red hair.

She grumpily frowns but then snuggles more into Steve’s jiggly chest, taking it as being warned about how tired she is rather than waiting because Steve’s going to get plumper. More cushion.

Good.

The more blindsided she is by the comfort, the better. Bucky wants it to take her out - to make her feel so much better that all she can do is accept it. She has a hard enough time allowing herself simple pleasures.

She deserves it all and more.

“Damn, Rogers, you ever think about doing a centerfold? I’m pretty sure Playboy would make an exception for you if we asked.” Natasha husks, her face all up in Steve’s business. Lips and teeth and tongue working at his little hole while her hands spread his extra full cheeks apart.

Steve simply whines, high-pitched and pathetic.

It’s a damn good response, considering her question and considering how Bucky has his cock rammed down his throat. Stuffing him.

Steve is suspended between them, face-planted onto Bucky’s cock, choking, his arms useless, half crushed under his chest against the bed, and arching back against Tasha. His legs shake under him when Natasha does something special with her sharp tongue. Steve’s in heaven. Choking on dick, throat full, and getting fucked with a hot, wet tongue deep inside his sweet hole.

Now, after weeks and weeks of practice, not just Steve’s big, heavy dick hangs down toward the bed... now his belly does, too. It jiggles when he squirms. Every time Bucky squeezes his growing gut, Steve makes a sound like he’s dying. It’s a different sound to what he makes when Natasha gropes his thickening ass or widening love handles. Also, different from the sound he makes when they feel up his expanding tits. All his sounds are sweet, but the sound he makes for his belly is especially guttural and desperate.

“Curves for days,” Bucky bites out, thrusting in hard. “Better than any of the girls in those pages.”

Steve chokes.

Tasha laughs, just this side of cruel. “Mmm-hmm,” she spanks his ass just to watch the fat flesh ripple, “getting more and more curves these days. I guess retirement is good for somethin’.”

The growl Bucky lets out is unintentional. It’s barely been a year since they retired. So, what will Steve look like in a year? What will Natasha look like when she’s face-first in his ass then? Will Natasha have to buy a longer strap to reach Stevie’s hole, much of the plastic length getting swallowed by his monstrous ass? How fat will Steve be if they keep going, his perfect, little, superhero figure ruined?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Bucky can’t take the thought. He ends up coming down Steve’s throat with a shout from behind gritted teeth.

Steve doesn’t mysteriously grow forever, though...

When they’re ready, Bucky and Steve arrange with Fury for Natasha to have a full three-day weekend off, no interruptions unless the world is literally being torn in two. Then, with the guarantee, they prepare.

First, Steve does research into the traditional Russian foods that would be used for a celebration - a feast - and arranges an entire multi-course menu for the occasion. His poor belly, so used to tasting and now able to recognize most of the dishes he comes across, wails the whole time he works. He’s not hungry. Not exactly. He just wants something in his mouth. He wants to taste. He can’t wait for the feast. Bucky has to remind him again and again that this is Natasha’s feast. She’s going to eat what she wants, and then Steve can destroy the leftovers.

Second, Bucky prepares all the dishes. One last time. Every detail on point. Practicing. Getting everything as perfect as he can. Making sure the dishes and drinks in each course compliment each other well.

Steve gobbles it all up, stuffed like a traditional American Thanksgiving turkey by the end of it. Panting around his bounty, all of it shoved down his throat, turning his belly into a red, tight beachball that Bucky wants to worship.

And for once, Bucky is relieved that Natasha is currently, before her long weekend, on a multiple-day mission. She’s out of the apartment and not returning tonight. He’s relieved because it means he doesn’t have to explain this to her.

Steve. Stuffed. Food-drunk and hard and moaning about it.

There’s no way this would be an accident. No one gets completely, illogically gorged like this without trying.

When did tasting bits and pieces become vacuuming up the entire dish Bucky made anyway? Bucky doesn’t exactly know. But he can’t complain. All he can do is rub Steve’s skin with lotion then jerk him off slow and tight, dragging it out until Steve is sobbing, holding his taunt gut desperately like he can keep himself together, keep himself from splitting at the seams, and then blacking out when he’s finally allowed to come because it feels so good.

Third, they prepare all the food before Tasha is set to arrive home. She’s been in debrief most of the morning, but before that, she caught a cat nap on the quinjet and then showered at Stark Tower. She should be refreshed. There’ll be no reason to delay the feast. Bucky doesn’t want to have to reheat it and ruin some of the delicate flavor.

He wants it perfect.

Steve waddles around, helping Bucky to set the table the traditional Russian way - including the shot of vodka next to the water and wine glasses. Steve waddles because Bucky had to make sure he had his fill of food before the feast. Otherwise, he would’ve probably been helpless not to hoover up all the decadence laid out in front of him. He’s created a monster. Even if it’s been hotter than sin to watch him lose self-control after so many years of being perfectly in control of every little part of himself and his life - but, there needs to be an intervention of that new habit today.

So, Steve is stuffed, barely holding himself together. Panting. Flushed. Sweaty. Aroused. Filled.

Bucky is so focused on the stew in front of him, steaming on the stovetop, as he ladles it into an appropriate bowl for serving that he doesn’t hear Natasha unlock the apartment door. The first thing he hears from her is a pleased moan.

“What is that smell?” She asks, her husky voice bright.

“I think you know what it is,” Bucky chirps back, charming.

“Mm-hm,” she hums. Bucky hopes he isn’t projecting when he thinks that she sounds delighted.

But, before he can get anything else out of her, he hears her gasp. He’s about to round the corner and check on her, make sure nothing is wrong after her mission, when -

“Oh, маленький поросенок,” she purrs, “this is why you’ve grown so plump, isn’t it?”

Bucky shivers, setting down both the ladle and the bowl, quickly stalking toward the dining table. Little piglet. God. Did he hear her correctly? Did - is… is that what she really just called Steve?

Little piglet.

The meaning of the words themselves, along with the sound of smooth, purred Russian in Natasha’s voice, leaves Bucky’s heart pounding in his chest.

This was part of the plan, too. Making Steve irrestiable, putting him on display, was part of the plan. He just didn’t -

He didn’t expect it to affect him so much.

He wanted it for Tasha.

Just for her, he left Steve at the dining table, sitting back in one of the heavy wooden chairs with his big belly wedged between the armrests as a gift. Huffing and puffing, stuffed as he already is. His hands resting on either round, bowed-out side of his tummy, rubbing himself lazily. He’s in a tight white t-shirt that’s been pushed up by his swollen middle, exposing a delicious, pale slice of his lower belly that’s been marked by hot, pink stretch marks. Even the serum can’t keep up with the ravenous appetite inside of Steve. The elastic of his grey sweatpants has been stretched to its limits and crushed under his gut. If his heavy belly is lifted up, jostled enough to make him moan, it becomes obvious just how low his sweats are on his hips because the top of his neatly trimmed, blond pubic hair is right there.

Sweet.

He looks delicious.

He looks like one of the Russian pastries Bucky has prepared. Golden and puffy. Hell, he might look more like the dough for the pastry before it’s baked - he’s certainly doughy and soft and he’s expanding out of his clothes like he’s expanding, growing from too much yeast.

Natasha is standing next to him now, her mouth open, staring at him, trying to figure out where to begin. A cat with a mouse, all hers to play with.

The moment she touches him, Steve arches his back, pushing into her touch. Hungry for even that.

Gluttonous.

He’s so gluttonous.

More. More. More.

More of everything. Anything.

“You gonna sit down, doll?”

Natasha shuts her full lips with a click but nods, almost shy with how her eyes flick toward him, then away. Demure in a way that she never is. Normally, if she wants something. She’s going to get it.

This is a different side of her, and Bucky already likes it.

Bucky pulls out a chair for her, the one directly across the table from Steve. She sits, and he pushes her in. He leaves quite a bit of space between her and the table, hoping her gluttonous side will appear and flourish, too. He wants to see her belly grow until it touches the edge of the table.

Christ.

He wants her to eat until she can’t have another bite.

Maybe she’ll let him feed her like Steve lets him.

Maybe she’ll grow as round and fat as Steve has.

He enjoys having one little piglet as a lover, so what could be better than two?

Fuck.

More than excited, Bucky sits himself at the head of the table after bringing the first course. He serves Steve just as much as he serves Natasha, unable to not feed him when he looks so sweet. Even if the plan had been to stuff Steve beforehand so he would be sated (and also to allow him to sit for long enough that he’d be ready to play by the time Natasha was done eating).

Steve is...

He's perfect. Irresistible. Blue eyes dazed, eyelids heavy, cheeks red with heat, head hanging low enough to give him a full double chin. A preview of what’s to come if he keeps blowing up like a balloon. It’s delicious.

Tasha eats everything that Bucky serves her. Everything. Practically licking each plate or bowl clean. She praises his dedication, obviously noticing the care and preparation of the presentation but also tasting the care and prep. These are not flavors that are easy to attain. It’s not perfect. But Natasha is glad it isn’t perfect. That means they can do this again. And again and again and again. Until they have it perfect. Then. Even after that, they should do it. This is good.

Natasha is enjoying herself because, perfect or not, it does settle her. She feels like she could close her eyes and be in one of the rare moments of her childhood where she felt safe and comforted. Better than that, too. With her eyes open, she’s here with her lovers. Her маленький поросенок [little piglet] and her… her кормушка.

Кормушка.

That feels right.

Her feeder.

That’s what Bucky is doing, feeding her, stuffing her, giving her everything she wanted and beyond. More than she could’ve imagined.

The fuller Tasha gets, the farther they get through the courses, the more settled she feels.

It’s hard, she realizes, to allow her abs to let go and expand with the bulk of the food she’s putting down, but, when they make it to the third type of stew, Bucky pauses to rub her belly over her tightening blouse and she moans and breathes heavy and let's go.

She unrounds.

She didn’t realize she was sucking in every moment of every day. Exhaustive. Letting go makes her toes curl. She watches Steve across the table and does as he does, mirroring him, squirming.

“Oh, Джеймс,” Natasha moans his name in Russian, James. Moving side to side, squirming, she can feel the food sloshing inside her. It’s so akin to the feeling of being fucked that it’s shocking. Full. Every sweet spot inside her hit. No wonder Steve loves this enough to have plumped up so deliciously, so rapidly.

She must be making a wet spot on her chair. The heat between her legs is so intense. She would love to squeeze her legs together and feel the throb of her pussy, stimulating herself, but she’s afraid she can’t move her legs. They’ve fallen apart. Spread. Making room for her belly to grow between.

Grow and grow and grow.

Until it’s inhibited by the size of her shirt and the band of her pants, belted tightly to her skin. Her blouse is too tight. The belt is cutting her in half. Without the belt, she’s sure her pants would be giving her trouble anyway. Together, it’s all agony. And these pathetic sounds she only makes when her lovers spend their day working her up and up and up, not letting her come until the sun has begun to set and all she can do is weakly clutch at them, crying, sobbing, and whimpering for her release. Begging to have it. And making a massive mess when she does, squirting hard enough the first time she was convinced she pissed herself. Just. Drenched. Broken like a dry branch snapping.

Crack.

How does she feel like she’s there already?

Steve is watching her from across the table with this obscene, blatant, animal desire etched into his pretty face. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him look so dumb and dominant at once. Like he wants to take her, to devour her, but he doesn’t know how.

Not a thought in his head.

She doesn't blame Steve, though. It is exquisitely difficult to think when so stuffed. She's full up to her eyebrows, and every swallow is forcing her brain out of her head. No thoughts.

Bucky reflects the look on Steve’s face, just, without so much of the stupid. He’s clearly awed, but he knows exactly what he wants.

What he wants to do to her.

What he wants from her.

Pop.

Before she can even realize what’s happened, Natasha is moaning, gruff and loud, and breathless all at once. She has a mouthful of food that she’s having a hard time swallowing, and her body doesn’t want more food. Her mind wants more food. She needs. More. Just a little more. Please? This feast has to end at some point, doesn’t it? So she might as well take all she can get while she can get it, right?

What happened? She turns her head towards Bucky, feeling entirely shit-faced drunk in a way that she… she hasn’t maybe ever felt.

Tasha swallows her mouthful of food, moaning as it slides into her. Stuffing her more. Deep. And -

Pop. Pop.

“AH!” She moans again, twisting her head too fast when she hears an answering clink, clink.

Her eyes follow the sound and find Steve’s plate and her answer.

Two of the three buttons she’s just popped off of her blouse, each feeling like an orgasm in their own right, has landed on his plate.

Steve is staring at them. Chin doubled. Hungry and dumb with his mouth open.

Oh.

Natasha squirms as much as her overfull, clothes-breaking gut will allow for, crying out when she feels her bare skin come into contact with the edge of the table.

She's grown so huge.

Please, please, please.

She doesn’t know what she’s begging for, what her little, hurt, desperate sounds mean. She just knows she needs.

And the second Bucky pulls out her chair, rips her blouse open to allow her to fully expand, tears her belt out of the buckle, shreds her pants, and gets his head between her shaking thighs, she’s coming. Coming and coming and coming. It feels endless. Steve’s eyes are hot enough on her to feel like a physical touch that throws her over the edge that much more. The hot, wet press of Bucky’s mouth against her, her soaked tight core, is too much.

“Oh, oh, oh!” She can’t stop moaning as she orgasms, entirely swept up by the tide of pleasure and excess.

This is absolutely happening again. She's already -

Yeah.

She already knows.

Absolutely.

She gets off so hard on it, stuffed to glutted at their dining table, Steve in the same condition, that Tasha thinks she may never get off on anything else ever. She's been ruined. She already knows.

She's ruined, and this is going to ruin her figure. All she can think about is how decadent Steve feels, fat and soft and lush, and her own body being that? Oh, it blows her mind. Their bodies together, both fat and soft and lush and curvy and round, next to Bucky - all solid, hard muscle. Oh, fuck, that obliterates her mind.

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Tamaki Amajiki x Female Reader with Depression

This fanfic is going to be a sad one, but there is going to be a happy ending at the end. Trust me ;)

TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Self Harming, Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Bullying, Attempted Murder, Mentions of Abuse

All right, let's go :D

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You were not having a great day, well not like every other day was great.

You've spent your entire life in hell. You frequently question whether you were born unlucky.

Everything has been a disaster ever since you were born. Since you were a baby, your father has been absent, so your mother has raised you. It didn't get any better despite that, though. She was mentally unstable.

When you were seven years old, your mother tried to drown you in a bathtub but mercifully let you go. She suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. You broke out of your house and raced to your neighbor's next door.

The next thing you know, your mother had been placed in a mental hospital, due to being declared "unfit to raise a child". While you were placed in foster care.

Your foster family didn't treat you any better; they were appalling. They would consistently favor their biological children over you and ignore you in favor of playing favorites. They would verbally and occasionally physically abuse you. They threatened to return you to the foster care system and would constantly remind you that you were a foster child. It was very clear that they only promised to take care of you for money.

Not only do you get mistreatment at home, but at school too. Students would pick on you from time to time. And it gets worse every day. It first started with insults, then stealing, and then escalated to full-on violence.

Every time someone is being bullied, they always advise you to tell an adult about it, but the adults do nothing and simply turn a blind eye. You complained to the principal, a teacher, and even your foster parents, but nothing was done. Your foster parents...well, they don't really care. The teacher would just tell them to stop, the principal would just give them detention.

The bullying just keeps getting worse and worse. You thought they would learn your lesson after your bullies got detention but no, they just got angrier. They absolutely made sure your life was a living hell. They would gang up on you and beat you up, leaving bruises all over your body. They would write profanities on your desk in class, telling you such crude words.

"BITCH"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!"

"DIE!!"

"SLUT"

"I HOPE YOU DIE"

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT"

"KNOW YOUR PLACE"

"WORTHLESS"

"GET LOST"

"NO ONE LOVES YOU"

"EVERYONE HATES YOU"

Who in their right mind would say such things to another human being? It truly wasn't a surprise that you experienced depression. Your mind was clouded, and you heard voices in your head urging you to do harmful actions, and you did so.

...and you were sick of it...

Now here you were, standing on a high bridge. You lean onto the railing, looking at the water and the view of the city.

"The view is so beautiful...too bad I won't be able to see it much longer..." You thought to yourself.

As you stared off into the bright sky, memories of your life started to flash. The memory of your mother curled into a ball in the corner of the room, repeating "It's not my fault" to herself as if she's losing her sanity.

The memory of you and your foster family at a restaurant, watching as their biological kids enjoyed their milkshake and pancakes while you on the other hand got eggs, even though you also wanted pancakes and a milkshake.

The memory of your foster parents when they laughed at you when you mentioned that you were being picked on at school, saying "Don’t be so sensitive"

The memory of your bullies when they cornered you in the bathroom and beat the living hell out of you and said "Just a reminder that nobody loves you and nobody ever will, you'll just be alone and grow up to be a nobody. You should do the world a favor and get lost while you're at it" Before laughing their butt off as they walked out, leaving you in a bloody pulp.

The memory of your foster father banging your head against the wall when you came home from school.

The memory of you in your bedroom with a razor blade in your hand as you put the sharp blade on your skin and slowly moved it, making a perfect, bloody line on your arm.

And finally, the memory of your birth mother, drowning you in the bathtub.

As that memory flashed in your head, you look down at your arms, both in bandages as you recently harmed yourself. You looked back up and closed your eyes.

"Maybe they were right...I don't deserve to be here"

You opened your eyes and looked down at the water.

"I should end my life the same way my mother tried to do years ago, but failed as she couldn't bring the heart to do it. Honestly, she should've killed me, I would grow up to be a nobody anyway"

You took a deep breath as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you never thought it would come to this, but hey, life sure is surprising.

As you went back about your past, you knew you had made the right decision, you didn't want to live like this anymore. You were tired of your foster family using you for money. You were tired of the non-ending insults and beatings you received from them and your bullies. You were tired of feeling like a piece of shit. You were tired of falling apart. You just want it to end.

You were about to climb over the railing when you spot someone walking. They stopped and looked at you for a split second before deciding to stand right next to you and lean onto the railing.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, you didn't want anyone to witness you about to jump off of a bridge. You wanted to go back home but remembered what's to come when you go there, so you stayed and waited patiently for the person to go away so you can finish what you were doing.

You both didn't talk, you just admired the view. You glance at this person, he was a boy about your age, he had messy indigo hair which sticks out behind his head, and ears that were very pointy, somewhat elf-like. You recognize this boy, he went to the same school as you, and although you weren't in the same class as him, you'd sometimes spot him in the hallway hanging around that blonde kid.

You were a little bit frustrated that this elf-looking kid was interrupting your death, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, so I was in the middle of killing myself, if you could just please leave and don't tell anyone, that would be great"

"H-Hello..."

You were taken aback when the boy suddenly spoke to you, even though you don't know him, you heard from other students that he is known to be quite shy and usually doesn't start up conversations.

"Hi..." You replied, not looking at him.

"I-I didn't know you come here, I-I usually come here f-for comfort whenever I need to feel s-safe"

"Yeah, I always come here just to view the city, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay," You said as you frowned. This was the first time you came here, you only came to get one last look at the city of Musutafu before you were about to take the leap of faith.

"Aren't you t-that girl that got milk poured all o-over you at the cafeteria today?" He asked.

Your body froze at that. Your mind instantly went back to when your bullies took your carton of milk from your lunch tray and poured it all over your head, leaving you soaking wet as they laughed at you.

"Yeah, why? You want to laugh at me and say how much of a loser I am"

"N-No! That is not my intention! I'm not that kind of person!" He finally looked at you.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how those girls treated you, y-you don't deserve that"

You scoffed, "You're just saying that to make me feel better"

"No, I'm saying that because I feel bad for you! I pity you!"

"Who cares? I'm worthless anyway, I don't even know why I thought things would get better"

"N-No! You're not worthless! Y-You're amazing! Even though I barely know you, I know you're a w-wonderful person with big dreams that I know you're gonna accomplish, who cares if others are too self-absorbed to see that"

You were shocked by what he was saying, nobody has ever said something nice to you before. Your whole life you've been given insults left & right, but this was new.

"You really mean that?"

"Y-Yes! I mean everything I said. You don't deserve to be treated as anything less than a human. You deserve to be treated how you want to be treated"

Tears started to form in your eyes, this was the first time someone has ever comforted you, was this what it's like to be liked by someone, if so, please don't let it end.

"A-And to think that those girls want to be heroes, last time I checked, heroes don't pick on i-innocent people and beat them up for no reason, they're better off to be seen as v-villains."

Out of nowhere, you hugged him. This took the shy elf boy by surprise as he wasn't expecting you to react like that. He blushed before hugging you back. He knew he did something right, he snapped you out of your bad thoughts and brought good ones into your head.

You, on the other hand, were crying on his shoulder, you were in so much pain, you just wanted someone who cares for you and loves you. I guess God answer your prayers and brought an angel to help you out.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I wanted someone to say that to me all my life!"

"Y-Your w-welcome. Don't listen to what anybody says. You keep your head up high and focus on yourself. I will be there for you every step of the w-way"

You broke the hug. "By the way, I never caught your name"

"Tamaki Amajiki"

"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" You smiled.

The rest of the day, you chatted with Tamaki, you've talked about heroes, your hero names, your quirks, what you can do, etc. But in the end, you both parted ways. You went back home to your foster parents, which you dread for. Even though you got the most terrible beating you could ever ask for, you smiled as you finally made a friend in forever.

The next day, you hang out with Tamaki and that blonde kid who you learned his name was Mirio. Sure, you got passed insults from your bullies and got assaulted by them a couple of times. You had two new friends that got your back.

3 years later...

Things had gotten a lot better over the last 3 years.

To start things off, you were able to make it into your dream school, U.A. High! Along with your long-time pals, Tamaki and Mirio. Oh, speaking of Tamaki, you two started dating. This man was the sweetest boyfriend, despite his shy and timid nature, he'd always take care of you and would be there for you when in need of comfort.

You also made a new friend along the way, Nejire Hado was the name. Her endless curiously and childish personality always made you giggle. She always believed in you whenever you start feeling down about yourself, she would literally yell at the top of her lungs that you could do it. All in all, she's pretty great to hang around with.

Also, you become one of the top hero candidates in all of Japan, along with your boyfriend and your new friends, thanks to the newfound support, you learned how to master your quirk and became one of the best students of U.A. You guys became known as The Big 4.

Even better, now that you are 18 years old, you have been officially removed from the foster care system. The only issue was that since you didn't have much money, they needed to make sure you had a somewhere to stay, which you don't.

Luckily, your mentor, Fatgum, was kind enough to let you live with him until you were able to afford a place to call home. How did he know you were a foster child? Well, long story short. He may or may not have seen your healed up scars on your arm while you guys were on patrol one day.

Your hero suit tore when you were fighting the bank robbers because you and your friends got caught up in the crime. Your scars have now completely healed, however the cuts still have bright red lines. And because they are so obvious, you always wear long sleeve shirts or arm warmers to hide them.

When Fatgum took notice of this, he had a chat with you privately, asking if everything was okay with you. You tried to explain that nothing was wrong but he insisted to tell him the truth, especially since those scars looked like they were done months ago. So, you finally spilled the beans of what's been going on in your life.

You told him about your mentally unstable birth mother, the abusive foster parents, and the bullying that you'd endure in middle school, but you also told him that you're doing fine after middle school because you found someone that turned your life around.

Fatgum was about to take action against your foster parents but you stopped him because you were 17 going on 18 in just a few months and once you turn 18, you'll be out of their house and out of the system. He hesitated at first but eventually promised to not send those horrible parents to jail for child abuse.

Now you live with Fatgum. He treated you like his own daughter, something your foster parents never did. It's true what they say, Fatgum really is a dad.

However, only you and Fatgum are aware of this, nobody else knows it. Not even your own boyfriend. You haven't told him about the real reason why you were at the bridge, or your depression, or the hell you went through.

You knew the man would blame himself even though none of this was his fault, nor was he involved. But, that's just how he is. Maybe one day you'll tell him. Thank him for saving your life, even if he doesn't realize it. But not now, you don't want more problems when everything was getting better and better.

And to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if Tamaki didn't come to the bridge...

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legolasghosty · 11 months

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“I think I deserve a kiss for this.” + Willex, plz and thank you?

Please pay NO attention to how late this is... But enjoy!

Willie goes over the plan again in his head. His dads will be here around 9, they'll do a little apartment tour, pour coffee, and eat brunch. They'll probably end up chatting for a while after as well. It will be fine. It's just his dads after all.

His super rich dads. Coming to their tiny 2-bedroom apartment. Which they just moved into a week ago.

Plus it's the first place Willie has ever had with a partner, which adds a whole new level of pressure. Sure, he and Alex have been together for years, and had been friends for ages before that, but still! This whole brunch thing has to go well!

Speaking of which, where is Alex? Willie has been up since 4, cleaning, but Alex hasn't appeared from his room, where the couple crashed last night. It's almost 7:30, and Alex is supposed to make the food. Willie is perfectly fine admitting they're a disaster in the kitchen. But that does mean they're reliant on Alex for this... and if he's not even awake yet....

Willie pokes his head into Alex's room just as the drummer's alarm goes off. The peppy chords of some Dirty Candy song from a few years ago echo through the room along with Alex's groan. He mumbles something unintelligible and reaches a blind hand out to smack at his phone screen. Willie allows themselves thirty seconds to enjoy the soft, rumpled, unkempt sight that is his boyfriend first thing in the morning.

Alex has never been a morning person, obviously. He's usually a bit of a grump until he's had a few minutes to take his retainer out and get a drink. Woe to anyone who dares argue with him before he's had at least a partial cup of coffee. He's always running into corners and furniture because his eyes aren't open all the way.

Alex is a mess in the mornings. Willie loves that they get to be the one to see that Alex every day.

However, they're on a time crunch today.

"Hey Babe, you up?" Willie calls.

"No," Alex grumbles, pulling the duvet up to his chin.

Willie chuckles, then glances down at his watch. "Sorry, but I need your kitchen skills," they point out, walking over to the bed and tugging gently on the edge of the blanket.

"Too bad," Alex mumbles. "Too many boxes yesterday...."

Willie winces sympathetically. It's true that Alex had spent most of yesterday finishing up the unpacking of their stuff. Willie had helped as much as he could, but he'd had a double shift at work so they'd been gone most of the day. But they still have people coming over so...

"Baby, please?" Willie requests.

Alex groans again and sits up, just like Willie knew he would. "You play dirty, Covington, no pet names this early," he informs them. The glare that accompanies the statement doesn't hold any real anger though.

"I love you," Willie responds, giving him a hand up. Then they're headed back to the living room. The kitchen is already clean, but the couches need to be straightened and the TV isn't actually plugged in yet and the bathroom could probably use another once over...

"What am I making again?" Alex asks as he enters the main room a few minutes later.

"Eggs, french toast, fruit, coffee," Willie rattles off.

"I deserve a kiss for this," Alex mutters as he flips on the coffee machine.

Willie laughs and pecks him on the cheek as he passes, heading for the paper towels to wipe down the bathroom counter. But before he makes it out of the kitchen, Alex catches them by the forearm.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Of course," Willie responds, surprised. Why wouldn't they be? They just want this to be perfect.

"How long have you been up?" Alex inquires, not letting go of his arm.

"Since like 4:30 or something," Willie answers. "Not that long. I gotta go clean the bathroom."

Alex still doesn't let go. Why isn't he letting go? "Willie, you're freaking me out," Alex says softly. "This is just your dads, right?"

"Yeah but I want it to be perfect for them," Willie says. "I gotta be perfect, this is a big deal."

Willie catches his own words a beat after Alex does. "Oh," they sigh, deflating a bit.

"Yeah," Alex agrees, finally letting go of Willie's arm to pull him into a hug. "It's okay, you're okay. Caleb became your dad when you were, what, 7? And Trevor and Caleb got engaged when you were 11? They've both stuck with you for all of that time. They love you. It's okay if it's not perfect."

Willie forces himself to just lean on his boyfriend and listen to his low, sleepy words. Right. Brunch doesn't have to be perfect. Willie doesn't have to be perfect.

"Sorry," they mumble after a minute.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Alex promises. "It happens. That kind of stuff is hard to train yourself out of. Believe me, I get it."

Willie chuckles and reaches up to wrap their arms around Alex's neck. "Thank you," he murmurs before pressing a light kiss to Alex's mouth. "For all of this."

"I love you," Alex responds simply before reconnecting their mouths.

Willie knows Alex can hear their I love you too loud and clear as they kiss in their new, shared kitchen. It might as well be written on the walls already. It's the truth that got them here after all.

Brunch is far from perfect. But it's great regardless(even if the food is a bit late).

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #jatp #willie jatp #alex mercer #they are soft your honor #Alex finally got his kisses #also good dads Caleb and Trevor forever!#yeah that's all I got #I just love them

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pomellon · 11 months

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Okay, I’ve been thinking more of the Dragon Valley AU and since people liked the tags on my small little posts so far I typed out the beginning for you!

To recap for anyone who missed the first post, this is a Stardew Valley inspired au with a dragon twist! Punz inherits farmland and everything on it from an unknown relative, including a dragon egg which was delivered to him due to its high value, only for it to hatch before he can figure out what to do with it.

The au will include Funz and Drunz, and eventually lead into Funzwastaken, but the beginning is heavily focused on platonic Punznap with Punz figuring out how to care for this little baby dragon!Sapnap that suddenly ended up in his care.

Since this is a modern fantasy, dragons aren’t rare but when people keep them as pets they’re usually pygmy or pseudo dragons that don’t grow much bigger than a cat. Sapnap is already the size of a cat when he hatches so Punz knows for sure he’s not either of those, but the vet he takes him to can’t determine a breed so they have no clue how big he will get.

Punz does contemplate just dropping him off at a shelter at first. He has a small single-room apartment, works long hours at a boring desk job, and hardly has the energy to even game or chat with friends when he gets home. A pet is definitely not something he needs, yet he can’t help to grow attached.

Sapnap is a silly little thing, not used to his limbs and body, constantly stumbling around and trying to keep his balance by flapping his tiny little wings. He’s constantly tumbling and flopping over but it never seems to bother him, always getting right back up to keep exploring or playing with the toys Punz gives him. He’s also clearly attached to Punz, squawking in alarm when he loses sight of the human and constantly curls up in his lap, or on his feet should he be busy, stubbornly wrapping himself around Punz’s leg if he’s moving around too much.

As luck would have it he’s the perfect size to fit in a backpack and Punz's place of work allows pets as long as they’re quiet and well-behaved. So yeah, Punz keeps him, and a year in Sapnap starts talking to him, telepathically. Up until then Punz has felt the dragon's presence in his mind from time to time, but only emotions and often when Sapnap has tried to communicate a want or need. It was surprising at first, but Punz has heard about that being an ability some dragons have so it doesn't freak him out too much and he gets used to it pretty fast.

Words are a little bit more startling though, but Sapnap isn’t too chatty at first, his favourite words simply being “NO” and “MINE”, usually used together when Punz is forced to pry the hatchling’s mouth open to remove inedible or dangerous items.

Year two gets a bit more challenging. Sapnap is now the size of a medium-sized dog, he’s a lot more chatty and very opinionated, often accidentally distracting Punz and getting him in trouble for not listening or paying attention. He also gets braver and more curious, sneaking away from Punz’s work desk to explore the office and more often than getting into trouble.

One such time was when Sapnap clung to Punz’s insistent thought of wanting to get up and get the energy drink he left in the office fridge, but having no time to do so. Sapnap decided he would be perfectly capable of helping his dear human himself, so he crawled out from under Punz’s desk to venture into the kitchen. This of course turned into a disaster as Sapnap attempted to scale the fridge shelves, resulting in them crashing down to the floor and spilling various food content and liquids, including Punz’s energy drink, all over the place. Sapnap would find himself attached to a harness tied to Punz’s desk the following weeks, Punz just barely managing to keep his job after that incident.

Year three is when things start to get difficult. Sapnap is now the size of a very large dog, he’s a lot more active and harder to control, and his fire pouch has started to develop. His size makes it difficult for Punz to travel with him and his new ability to chuck up burning bile or accidentally sneeze little breaths of fire makes him a hazard most people don’t want around.

Punz again takes him to a vet who suggests surgically removing Sapnap’s fire pouch, which Punz quickly refuses due to Sapnap’s alarm at the suggestion. A loud mantra of “My fire, my fire, my fire, MINE, can’t take, DON’T TAKE!!” bounces around Punz's head until he manages to calm the dragon down and assure him he won’t let the vet take his fire. Instead, at the vet’s second suggestion, Punz gets Sapnap a fire collar which simply goes around the dragon’s neck to add enough pressure to stop fire bile from coming up.

Despite this Sapnap is quickly banned from entering the metro, no longer small enough to fit in any kind of bag and being declared a safety hazard, forcing Punz to leave the dragon alone for long hours at home. He isn’t all that surprised when he returns to a trashed apartment a few days after the new arrangement, but it still causes him a whole lot of stress and frustration. His funds were already running low after vet visits and the increasing amount of food Sapnap eats on the daily, so he doesn't have much money to spare to replace broken items or any damage the dragon might cause to the apartment. On top of that Sapnap insists on spending time with him when he gets home, showing little regard for the human’s growing exhaustion as the dragon keeps him awake at night to play.

Then one day Punz gets a call from his neighbours that they heard the fire alarm go off and they smelled smoke from his apartment. They had already called the fire department but wanted to let him know what was happening. Punz instantly leaves his job, ignoring his manager yelling after him that he will be fired if he leaves, all his concern being on Sapnap and praying the little dragon hadn’t trapped himself in a fire.

As it turned out it wasn’t quite that serious. Sapnap had managed to wiggle his fire collar around and the shifting pressure had caused him to throw up some fire, but only enough to leave a scorch mark on the floor. It had been enough to trigger the fire alarm but the dragon was fine and overjoyed at seeing Punz coming home earlier than usual, Punz’s landlord however, was not too happy.

The moment Punz gets back home they give him an ultimatum, either get rid of the dragon or get evicted.

Punz isn’t sure what to do. He’s just been fired and now he’s stuck with the choice of getting rid of Sapnap or becoming homeless. He’s very upset with the dragon at the moment but doesn't want to act on rash emotions, so instead he just ignores Sapnap for the rest of the day as he cleans the apartments and tries to figure out his options.

Meanwhile, Sapnap grows increasingly restless and worried the longer he’s ignored, he heard and understood the landlord’s words too, at least some of them, and “get rid of the dragon” won’t leave his mind as he tries to figure out what he’s done wrong. He’s still just a baby, all he wants is love and affection which is something he’s been getting less and less of the past few days, and now Punz is ignoring him. No matter how much Sapnap keeps waking in front of him, butting his head against his legs, or trying to nuzzle his snout into his hand, Punz isn’t giving him any attention and Sapnap starts to feel more and more panicked.

At the same time, Punz is getting more frustrated that Sapnap won’t leave him alone, still trying to keep a cool head and not snap at the dragon. This eventually leads to Sapnap trying to snap at Punz’s phone, which the human is focused on trying to look up work and new apartments, just as Punz goes to shove his snout away, resulting in Sapnap biting down on his hand.

They’re both stunned by this and Sapnap instantly lets go, surprised, and they just stare at Punz’s injured hand, tiny pinpricks of blood slowly welling up. It isn’t until the pain registers and Punz lets out a gasping hiss that Sapnap understands what he’s done. Guilty, fear, and panic finally consume him as he cries out in distress and dash to hide under Punz's bed, screaming into Punz’s head “I’m sorry I’m sorry didn’t mean to I’m sorry don’t get rid of me don’t leave me I’m sorry!”

The distress is so sharp that Punz almost feels it as his own and he struggles to get up to patch up his hand. He takes a moment to calm down, Sapnap still crying and whimpering under his bed, before he crouches down to coach the dragon out. He’s tired, but he reassures Sapnap he’s not mad and apologises for ignoring him, doing his best to explain his point of view to the dragon who keeps sniffling and apologising for biting him.

They end up sleeping in a pile on the bed once they’ve both claimed down, Sapnap completely tuckered out due to emotional exhaustion. Meanwhile, Punz struggles to fall asleep, still trying to figure out where to go from here.

He knows he can’t get rid of Sapnap, pretty sure he couldn’t even if he wanted to, which he doesn't. The thought of no longer feeling the dragon’s presence in his head should be a relief, but instead it's haunting. It already feels weird being apart when Punz had to go to work, the distance between them dulling their connection. It had made him anxious in a way he can’t fully explain, and having Sapnap with him now, warm scales coiled around him, makes him feel calm and at ease despite their situation.

He can’t get rid of Sapnap.

And that’s when he remembers the farmland. It’s a ludicrous idea really, Punz has no idea how to live on a farm, he has no expertise that could help him get a job or work in the countryside. But it would be a perfect place for them to live, no one could tell them what they could or couldn’t do. Sapnap could spend how much time he wanted outside, explore to his heart's content, and maybe even stretch his wings for the first.

Punz has no clue how he will make it work, if he can make it work, but he makes the decision then and there to keep Sapnap and figure the rest out along the way.

#pom talks #dragon valley au #punz #sapnap #platonic punznap #have an almost 2k words long explanation of the set up for this au #they're not even at the farm yet #some hurt and comfort cuz Sapnap is a distressed baby dragon #also yes the fire collar is an issue and it's not good #Punz just follow the directions of a vet who has no clue about Sapnap's specific dragon breed because he has no idea what else to do #Foolish with set this right later #Foolish will set a lot of things right later #and so will Dream #Punz and most of the world are just clueless when it comes to true dragon breeds cuz they're pretty rare #these aren't saurian dragon btw just kind of traditionally dragons #may or may not make different dragon designs for these dragon characters

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