#did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks. fuck you
Text
i spent way too much time on this
#did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks. fuck you#sage draws sometimes#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#laios touden#marcille donato#chilchuck#chilchuk tims#image id in alt text#fire text#i drew this at like 5 in the morning on almost no sleep. 👍
68 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sanji who just wants a job as a sous chef but has yet to be hired, but has somehow managed to enter the world of being a private chef for extremely wealthy families.
He hates them they remind him of childhood but he needs the cash.
He starts working for Mihawk.
Mihawk who only eats odd, simple foods. Things that Sanji feels insulted to make. A LOT of toast with cream cheese and jam, honestly.
Sanji’s bored out of his mind (he starts canning the fruit from Mihawk’s garden to pass the time)
Then one day, bursting through the front door come two people his own age, a woman with pink hair and a man with green, DEMANDING to know why Mihawk moved without TELLING THEM, HIS OWN CHILDREN
Sanji immediately pegs them for stuck up assholes. He’s grown to respect Mihawk, at least (he’s better than the Charlottes were). Spoiled rich adult kids who expect their lifestyles to be funded. Ugh.
Mihawk blinks and says that he DID tell them.
There’s a lot more shouting as Sanji quietly pickles beets in the background. They come to some sort of truce around the idea that Zoro (the green haired one) lost his phone, and Perona (pink hair) blocked his number after Mihawk called at 2am about his yams.
They’re good yams, Sanji thinks.
He also learns that they were on a “road trip of self discovery”. He’s not sure what that means. It sounds like rich kid speak for “spending spree”.
They integrate into the household though and, after being introduced to Sanji, Perona demands pink. Anything strawberry.
Zoro says he’ll eat anything. Sanji doubts that.
He tests it.
He makes extravagant dishes.
Zoro doesn’t seem to even notice, eating without complaint.
Honestly it’s good practice. He uses it as an excuse to get back into the hang of the fanciest things Zeff taught.
But he still doesn’t like them. Rich assholes. Mihawk’s simple toasts get him a pass.
One thing about Zoro though is that he seems to spend all his time working out, so he comes looking for food at the ODDEST times. And SOMETIMES Sanji is ASLEEP. He’s got a room in the old servants’ quarters and Zoro will appear at any hour.
After the third time being awoken at 2am, Sanji snaps.
“I’m preparing you a fucking shelf full of onigiri,” he says, pointing with a judgmental finger at Zoro’s chest. “That’s going to be your midnight snack from now on! Some of us need our beauty rest!”
Zoro blinks down at the finger. “Okay,” he says. “I mean. You clearly need it.”
Sanji scoffs in outrage. He’s still half asleep. He aims a kick at Zoro’s head before he can process his one rule (“don’t hurt clients”).
Zoro dodges.
His face breaks out into a grin.
“Didn’t know you had it in you, Curls,” he says.
Sanji stumbles. He regains his footing and stomps down the hall, face aflame.
He makes thirty onigiri.
Zoro eats seven.
“There, that’ll last you three more nights,” Sanji says.
Zoro nods. “So what time do I wake you up to get you to fight me again?”
Sanji splutters. “No!!” He shrieks. “It’s three in the morning! I know you’re a rich fuck with nothing to do but some of us have jobs! I’m on call 24/7 here!”
…he regrets it as soon as he says it.
Expects to be fired on the spot.
Zoro frowns. He crosses his arms. “Fine,” he says, tersely. “Go to bed.”
Sanji… does. He avoids turning his back on Zoro as he leaves the room, a bad feeling churning in his gut.
When he makes breakfast the next morning, he’s expecting to be fired as soon as Mihawk arrives, but Mihawk mentions nothing.
Neither do Perona or Zoro when they appear, hours later.
Sanji feels like he’s walking on eggshells until Zoro appears in his kitchen in early afternoon.
“Hey,” says Zoro. “I talked to my dad.”
Sanji hangs his head. “So I’m fired?” He asks, dread pooling in his stomach.
“Fucking what? No, Jesus. I just said you should have a regular work shift. Only like, ten hours on call.”
“So you docked my pay,” Sanji says flatly.
“Now you’re being an ass,” Zoro growls. “NO, you’re being paid the same, you’re just going to have time off when I can’t bug you. That cool?”
Sanji frowns, suspicious. “What do you get out of it?” He asks.
Crossing his arms, Zoro scoffs. “Not getting yelled at at 2am, mostly.”
“You could’ve just not woken me up,” Sanji says.
“You make it real hard to be nice to you, Cook,” Zoro says, running a hand through his hair. “I know you don’t like me, but I was just trying to do something nice.”
Sanji melts a little, but he’s not willing to give in entirely. “Well thanks,” he says. “For not firing me, too.”
Zoro rolls his eyes. “We’ve all had shitty jobs where we want to yell at customers,” He says.
“Now I KNOW you’re lying,” Sanji argues. “I know how rich you are. I know what Mihawk pays me.”
Zoro looks… funny at him. “Did he ever happen to mention that we’re adopted?”
Sanji blinks. Thinks of Zeff. “Uh, no?”
“Yeah,” Zoro says. “Fucking Daddy Warbucks situation. I was seventeen. Trust me, I know customer service. Had to work to eat.”
“Well that’s not fair,” Sanji says. “Now I feel like a fucking ass.”
“You ARE a fucking ass,” Zoro says. “Want to fight when you’re off work? Officially your shift ends at 6 now.”
“Dinner is for seven so that won’t work.” Sanji says. “Shut up I have a chef’s integrity.”
“You’re not turning down fighting me?” Zoro asks, sounding oddly hopeful.
“You spend all day working out so it’ll be unfair,” Sanji says. “But sure, I’ll kick your ass. Winner chooses what filling goes in your onigiri.”
“Spicy salmon,” Zoro says.
“Pickled plums,” muses Sanji.
They do end up fighting after dinner, out in Mihawk’s fancy topiary garden (he maintains it himself).
Bruised and panting, they end up making out behind the large rabbit-shaped tree.
It becomes A Thing.
239 notes
·
View notes
Text
weekly tag game - self care edition
thanks to @mybrainismelted, @jrooc and @transmickey for the tags this week
Name: Kell
What kind of day is it? I was home sick from work, so not a particularly great one.
When was the last time you ate? Like 7 hours ago. Around lunch time. I have zero appetite currently.
About how many hours of sleep did you get? I went to bed at 11pm and was up for the day around 5:30am. So 6.5 hours in theory, but my youngest is teething some morals so he was up several times throughout the night.
Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: take some NyQuil and pass the fuck out.
Why are you not doing that thing? I’m filling out this tag game instead. 😂
What are you going to do tonight to relax? Probably read as much of Bridge of Sighs as I can before the NyQuil takes hold!
What comfort food do you not eat often enough? Poutine. 🤤
What’s stopping you? Here’s the thing with poutine (in my opinion - fellow Canadians don’t come for me. Lol) There is no such thing as ‘okay’ poutine. It’s either incredibly or awful - there is no middle ground. And making good poutine at home is actually very difficult. It’s hard to get the fries right without a deep fryer and fresh cheese curds are hella expensive right now. It’s just not worth the time and effort. And I’m not paid enough to eat out every time I crave poutine. 🤷🏻♀️
Have you ever had a professional massage? Oh yes! You better believe I use up every last dollar on my health insurance plan each year.
Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? Nope, but I’ve also only eaten half a bagel today so…
How much water have you had today? More than usual. Haven’t been keeping track though.
Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? I literally cannot think of anything.
What is your favourite healthy snack? Lol. That’s nice of you to assume I eat healthy snacks! 😂 Do we consider cheese healthy? Cause cheese.
What is your favourite unhealthy snack? Now this is more like it! Probably Ruffles All Dressed chips. Or plains Lays chips with Heluva good dip. Or literally any type of chocolate.
What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? After answering the last two questions - probably start eating healthy snacks…
And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: you are good mother. It’s insanely hard right now and yeah sure, breaking down in sobs was not how you wanted your kids to see you this morning. But they are happy and healthy and great kids and they love you and you love them even if they are assholes sometimes. You are going great.
tagging @juliakayyy @francesrose3 @vintagelacerosette @ryantryinx @tanktopgallavich @iansfreckles @iansw0rld @krysmiss @lupeloto @babygirlmickey and anyone else who might want to. Also apologies if you’ve done this one already. My brain is mush.
15 notes
·
View notes
Note
can you redraw that "did you assholes eat all the fucking cheese snacks" comic with jonah as flareon sarah as vaporeon and adam as leafeon i am desperate (i rbed it semi-recently depending on when you get this ask and if you can't find it i can have. someone else send it to you cuz i can't LMFAOOOO) - spade
the og image LOL
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
HELP DOES ANYBODY HAVE THE ORIGINAL DID YOU ASSHOLES EAT ALL THE CHEESE SNACKS FUCK YOU IMAGE . PLEASE
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
i cant sleep and i wanted to scribble something down. i wanted to keep the shottyness [positive] of the original "HEY! did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks fuck you" in tact
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
MU: WHO THE PECK ATE MY POTATO CHIPS?!!!
HK: I did :3
MU: peck you. Peck your mother. Peck your-
HK: D:
HELP . Th. Them but the "did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks. fuck you" comic
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
renell (to blood stalk and night rogue): did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks. fuck you.
1 note
·
View note
Photo
leafy’s fucking pissed
#bfb#bfdi#battle for dream island#battle for bfdi#battle for bfb#bfdi firey#bfdi leafy#bfdi bubble#firey bfb#leafy bfb#bubble bfb#did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks#fuck you
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
i still get jealous ✧ hc
when they have a s/o as great at you, they can’t help but jealous at all the people that want a shot with you.
warnings: gn reader fluff, a lil bit of angst and some suggestive content
requested: mhm! hope u enjoy <33
he knew he shouldn’t have left you alone.
when you told him you were a bit hungry, he instantly went to get you two a snack from the pretzel shop just a few stores down in the mall you were in. he gets you your favorite, pretzel bites with cheese dip, and gets himself a little snack before paying and making his way back to the clothing store.
he stops in his tracks when he sees a guy talking to you, and his eyebrows furrow when you let out a laugh at something this dude randomly says. he isn’t recognizable to them at all. why are you laughing?
he automatically decides that he does not like the scene in front of him.
he practically marches over to stand next to you, handing you your pretzels while staring up at the random guy, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes big with annoyance.
“who’s this?” the guy asks. izuku’s blood boils.
“he’s-“ “i’m their boyfriend. who are you?” he doesn’t even try to hide his pettiness, not even a little bit. the guy raises an eyebrow and to prevent any problems, he leaves the store, not saying a word to you or izuku.
“you’re cute when you’re mad,” you tell him as you two walk out with cheese dip on your lips, and he blushes a little
here he is. your shy, flustered izuku. the one you know and love.
“i don’t like it when other people flirt with you,” he tells you earnestly, pouting. “don’t really wanna add another person to my hit list.”
“you know he wasn’t flirting, right? he was telling me how awesome you looked during your provisional exam. said it was the coolest shit ever.”
izuku’s mouth drops open.
your giggle immediately puts him back in a good mood.
too shy to even approach you or the guy
he’s so, so insecure
sure, he has his moments of confidence but
feeling overshadowed his entire life isn’t made better just by a few moments of him being confident.
he doesn’t really know what to do
he just stands there until you catch his eyes and beckon him over
the guy turns to meet his eyes too, and tamaki gulps, his face slowly turning red
he—he can’t. he can’t.
instead of entering the store with you, he turns to quickly walk away, his hands shoved in his pockets.
are you going to leave him? oh god, you’re gonna leave him, aren’t you—
“tama!”
hearing your voice as he walks has him slowing down, slowly turning around to see you running towards him. the guy is nowhere in sight
“tama,” you frowned once you catch up to him, your hand gripping onto his. his heart flutters. “why did you walk away? that dude wanted to tell you how much he liked your quirk—said he saw it on tv before!”
tamaki blinks.
“w-w-what?”
“yeah, he said it’s the “coolest shapeshifting shit” he’s ever seen. and even asked if you used your tentacles in bed—“ you giggled. “i had to laugh at that.”
“oh...” he sighs, closing his eyes in relief, before hugging you tightly and pressing his face in your neck.
“don’t leave me, y/n.”
you don’t exactly know why he’s saying that to you, but you don’t ask.
“never will, tamaki.”
what the fuck?
irritation completely takes over him as he makes his way into the store, suddenly shoving your pretzels and cheese against your chest
“having fun laughing with random guys huh? fine, eat your pretzels your damn self!”
he walks off, scoffing, shaking his head.
could you really not have waited for him to get back? someone just had to come up to you and you just had to give them attention?
ugh.
of course, you’re rushing behind your boom boy, and he knows it but doesn’t try to slow down at all
“bakugo!-“
“i don’t wanna hear it y/n.”
“bakugo!” you shout again, suddenly grabbing his head and turning the blonde around so he could meet your eyes. he’s glaring at you, and you stiffen.
“he was just complimenting your quirk, you stupid asshole!” you tell him, and his face completely falls. “god. he said he was too scared to come up to you directly so he just waited until you were gone, jeez!”
“tch.”
a slight grin appears on his face as he wraps his muscular arm around your shoulder, tugging you forward to walk.
“he was scared of me, huh? good.”
you roll your eyes.
another one that doesn’t wanna approach you at all
he trusts you completely
if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be dating you
and it’s not very manly to throw a fit in the middle of a clothing store
quite childish, actually
so he just leans on the glass of the store, eating his pretzels, waiting for you to get back
trying his best to act like he’s not jealous and push those feelings down
you come out a few minutes later—7, to be exact
yes, he was counting.
“had fun with your new buddy?” he asks you, smiling with those sharp teeth
you furrow your eyebrows at the passive aggressiveness in his tone
“huh?”
“your little friend,” he bites. “saw you in there laughing at him—he must’ve been reaaaal funny.”
“kiri.” you start, your lips slowly stretching into a smirk.
“are you...”
“jealous?”
“jealous?! aha. ahahahaha!” he fake laughs, quickly shaking his head. “no! i don’t get jealous. not manly at all.”
you roll your eyes as you grab your pretzels and his hand, huffing.
“i’ll have you know he only wanted to say thanks for saving his dad during that fight with that dude with the blades. you just weren’t in there, so he said it to me instead.”
kirishima smiles widely, squeezing your hand.
he knew he had nothing to worry about.
🥰
#bnha x poc!reader#bnha x reader#izuku x reader#mha x reader#mha headcanon#mha headcanons#kirishima x black!reader#kirishima x reader#tamaki amajiki#tamaki x reader#tamaki x black reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#bakugo x black reader#mha fluff
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
His Girl
Plot: Dick Grayson has a type in women: athletic, feminine, and classy. However, the reader is completely different as she is plus-size, tomboyish, and spontaneous. But a conversation about Y/N between Dick and the batboys takes an unexpected turn one night.
Warnings: Language, Sensitive topics, and Fluff.
“What the hell’s up your ass?” Jason asks Dick, as he hands him a bottle of beer from the refrigerator in the Batcave. It was only until last week that Bruce gave in and allowed a refrigerator to be down there after the boys begged him for one.
As long as it was only for beverages, of course. Bruce had mentioned the boys have been eating too much junk food lately, but the boys knew deep down that his rule is simply for him, because of his age, and maybe for Y/N, too.
Y/N has only been with the Batfamily for a year since her family died at the hands of Two-Face. She had only started training with Bruce for two months now, and the two of them have been working out quite a bit.
Which makes sense of Bruce’s one rule for the refrigerator, though. But that hasn’t stopped Jason from sneaking in food anyways; mostly pizza and lunch meat and cheeses for sandwiches.
But now, Dick’s distant and silence is unbearable since the circus descent acrobat is usually excited and rambling about anything and everything.
“Uh, nothing! I mean...” Dick stutters. His behavior tonight was questionable to say the least. Usually, he would be on his game and even throw some wisecracks but he’s been awfully quiet, nervous even.
“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say,” Jason scoffs.
Dick sits on top of the hood of the Batmobile while he peels the sticky label from the beer bottle. He notices Tim and Damian walking out from the showers and are already dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts. Bruce is seated at the Batcomputer, still in costume but minus the cowl. Jason sits at the small table and sips from his beer and snacks on a triple meat and cheese sandwich he must have made quickly.
And Alfred had long gone to bed after Bruce forced him to get some rest since they’ve returned home and are not dead.
Dick suddenly notices Y/N must still be in the showers, on the other side of the cave for privacy where the guys can’t bother the girls.
“Fine...I’ve been...having these thoughts and dreams about Y/N lately,” Dick confesses. He notices Jason staring at him with a confused expression.
“Yeah, and…?”
“Well…lately, I’ve been thinking about her as…more than a friend. I’ve been seeing her in a new light. And you know I’ve always thought she was cool, and funny, and incredibly smart,” Dick continues, with a small smile. “But…I’ve never been sexually attracted to women like her before.”
Jason purses his lips and appears to think it over. “So, I don’t see the problem.”
“I just told you I’ve never felt this way about Y/N or any woman like her before.”
“Because you’re shallow.”
“I’m not shallow,” Dick argues, suddenly feeling defensive at Jason’s attack. “I just…I’ve never seen heavy women as hot, you know?”
“You can try to justify all that, but the point is, you’re shallow.”
“Have you ever slept with a heavy girl before, Jason?!” Dick snaps.
Jason chuckles and grins. “Actually, I have.”
“Bullshit,” Dick scoffs.
“Yeah, I have Dickie-bird. It happened three years ago, when my Outlaws and I kicked Black Mask’s ass. We went to a bar to celebrate in downtown Gotham. Roy and Star left early to go fuck or something. I was left alone and I was about to call it a night until this smoking hot woman took a seat next to me. She had long dark hair, tan skin, and curves that made my mouth water and my cock hard enough to pound nails. She was gorgeous, but there were these assholes around her and were calling her fat and telling her to leave because no one here would take her home. And do you want to know what I did?” Jason asks.
“What?” Dick asks quietly.
“I took her home, after I broke all those guys’ jaws. She was fucking amazing, man. She had a magnificent ass that she actually allowed me to spank. Her curves were endless, and after I fucked her good three times, cuddling and falling asleep with her was probably the best part of the night. I’ve never felt so…comfortable and felt warm, because I actually felt someone beside me,” Jason admits.
Dick raises an eyebrow at him. “Wow, I didn’t think something like that could happen to you, Jason. If anything, I thought you were shallow.”
“I used to be, until I realized I was judging others, when I was actually trying to have others not judge me. Alfred actually helped me with that. I don’t remember every word he said exactly but he said I wasn’t trying all the ice cream flavors out there. Like, I was always sticking to a certain flavor of ice cream, and I wasn’t trying other kinds, meaning I should be looking at all types of women. And after my one night stand with that magnificent woman’s ass, I realized bigger girls aren’t deal breakers; they’re just more to love,” Jason admits, and shrugs with a smug smile.
“That’s…I don’t even know what to say. But Y/N’s different. She’s someone we know and it makes it harder. And my problem isn’t that I’m shallow, it’s how I’m supposed to handle my feelings about her.”
“Yeah, you are, Dick. Y/N’s literally the best woman we’ve ever met. Hell, the best woman I’VE ever met. She’s fucking funny, she’s so caring and kind, she’s smarter than Timbo when it comes to common sense,” Jason lists off his reasons.
“That’s true! I’m not going to lie about that!” Tim interrupts from the distance.
“Y/N’s real, she doesn’t bullshit about anything like other girls. She’s honest, and that’s a rare thing to find nowadays. And fuck…she can really handle her alcohol, she can down shots of Fireball like it’s water,” Jason adds.
“You don’t think I know all that? Of course, I do! That’s why I’m having such a hard time dealing with my feelings for her. I’ve only ever been with tall, athletic women, who wear skirts and dresses, eats healthy, and are…well, feminine,” Dick confesses. A guilty expression shows on his face. “And Y/N’s not any of that. She’s really short, kinda chubby, and she’s more of a tomboy type, who’s loud and rambunctious, and eats like a man.”
Jason snorts. “And that’s a problem why? That’s why Y/N’s fucking awesome, man! I actually really like how she’s not afraid to be herself. She’s not fake. Do you know how long it took for her to be comfortable with all of us and be who she is rather than how she thought we expected from her? And I don’t know about you but I love how she eats, whenever we go out to restaurants, I actually like how I can eat the way I want and not feel like a fat ass because I know her and I both love what we love and fuck all who have a problem with that!”
Bruce turns around in his chair and gives both boys a warning look. Even Tim and Damian silently take a seat and watch closely.
“Fuck…Y/N is the perfect woman. She’ll always be in my eyes,” Jason admits, looking down at his beer longingly before taking a sip.
“If you feel so strongly about her then why haven’t you tried to go out with her or sleep with her?” Dick asks angrily.
Jason’s pause takes everyone by surprise. “Because she can do better than me.”
“You-you actually tried to get with her?” Dick stammers.
“Oh, yeah I definitely did. I think about a year ago. I had spent the summer with her here while everyone was busy with the whole Justice League and Superman bullshit,” Jason explains. “You were with the Titans with Tim and Damian. It was just me and her.”
“Alfred was there as well,” Bruce mumbles.
“Anyways, call it cheesy as hell like those romcoms, but we actually got really close. She’s a spitfire for sure, but she really knows how to get under your skin,” Jason chuckles.
Tim and Damian nod their heads in agreement with that.
“And I obviously made the whole situation uncomfortable as fuck because when I told her how I felt, she rejected me. She said we were too alike, we’d butt heads all the time. And after that, I never brought it up again.”
Jason’s confession gives Dick a sense of confidence.
“Look, if you want to ask her out and do all that then I support you. Just know if you fucking hurt her or do anything wrong, I’ll slit your throat even if you’re family,” Jason threatens seriously.
“I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up with her,” Dick says.
“Well, don’t bring up how her weight and appearance bothers you,” Jason says seriously.
“It doesn’t!”
“Okay. How did you ask Barbara, Star, Zatanna, and-”
“I get it, Jason. I’ll just talk to her and tell her I have strong feelings for her,” Dick interrupts him. “I’ll just tell her the truth.”
“You already did.”
That voice belonged to none other than Y/N. All the guys in the Batcave jerked their heads to the top of the stairs where Y/N stood and looked down with tears running down her cheeks. She was wearing her plaid pajama pants and a loose black t-shirt she stole from one of them a long time ago, she doesn’t exactly know who though.
Dick and Jason slowly stand up. Dick carefully walks over to the stairs while Jason cautiously follows.
“Y/N…” Dick whispers, already feeling guilty and nervous that she had probably heard everything. “Please listen to me…”
“WHY?! So, you can tell me you didn’t mean any of that, when you actually did. I thought you were different! I didn’t know you could judge someone like that! Especially someone like me!” Y/N yells. “I thought you were my friend!”
“I am your friend! Y/N, please give me a chance to explain! I really like you, and-and I was just trying to ask for help so I can talk to you!” Dick pleads.
“Don’t lie to me! You were only asking for help because you didn’t know how to deal with me being fat and manly! I’m sorry I’m not like Barbara and Star! I’m sorry I’m not beautiful and thin! I’m sorry I’m not perfect for you!” Y/N cries out and runs up the stairs.
“Y/N! Wait! Please!” Dick shouts for her. He chases after her.
By the time Dick reaches Y/N’s bedroom door, it’s locked. He can hear her crying, automatically feeling like shit for being the reason why she’s hurt.
“Y/N, please…” Dick tries again.
“Leave me alone, Dick!”
Dick swallows hard and forces himself to move away from her door. There was no use for him to stand there; he’d already broke her trust and possibly ruined their friendship. He might have even ruined his chances with her.
Jason approaches Dick. “Is she crying?” he asks.
“Yes,” Dick chokes out. He runs a hand through his dark hair. “Fuck, Jason…I don’t know what to do. She won’t even talk to me.”
“You should go, Dick. I think you’ve done enough.”
Dick was a little taken aback by Jason’s command. He pushes himself to walk away anyways.
“Bruce wants to talk to you. You should go find him before he finds you,” Jason adds.
Dick exhales heavily and leaves. Jason shakes his head in disappointment at him. He takes a deep breath and knocks on Y/N’s bedroom door.
“Doll, it’s Jay. Please let me in,” Jason says softly. “I just want to talk to you.”
He didn’t think she would open the door for him. He didn’t think she would want to talk to him even though he hadn’t pissed her off or upset her in any way. But Y/N unlocked her door and even opened it for him.
Jason was deeply heartbroken to see Y/N; her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks were wet, and she had the devastating look on her beautiful face. He quickly walked into her room and shut the door, quickly locking it.
He had to be cautious though. He knew couldn’t say or do the things he wants to do with her right now. Instead, he slowly and carefully approaches her. She allows him to wrap his strong arms around her, bringing her closely to his body to hold and protect her from everyone and everything.
“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. I’m not going anywhere,” Jason whispers into her hair. He tries desperately to not inhale the addicting scent of her shampoo and lingering perfume so much. “You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Y/N lifts her face from Jason’s chest and gazes up at him. The sight of her glistening eyes makes him draw her closer to him.
“What did I do wrong, Jay? What did I do to deserve all that? Is everything about me really bad?” Y/N asks softly, on the verge of tears again.
“No. No, don’t say that. Don’t say any of that! Nothing is wrong with you. You’re beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect just the way you are,” Jason admits.
Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. It breaks Jason’s heart more when she tries to pull away from his embrace, but he refuses to let her go. His grip tightens and he holds her as if she’d disappear and leave him all alone.
“That’s not true, Jay,”
“It is true. Hell Y/N, you’re the most badass woman I’ve ever met. You don’t take shit from any of us. You’ve managed to stay here even after all the bullshit everyone has put you through,” he explains. He even chuckles at a memory. “You’ve even made Bruce cry, remember? Remember you called him out on his bullshit when he refused to train you? You’re almost a savage like Alfred, you even make Wonder Woman and Catwoman look like dollar tree prizes, and that’s no lie.”
Y/N looks down at her feet. Jason knows she still doesn’t believe him.
“You’re always perfect in my eyes, Y/N. There isn’t a goddamn thing I would change about you,”
“If I’m so perfect, then why does Dick think so low of me?” Y/N asks. She sniffles adorably and looks back up at him.
“Because he’s a fucking idiot who can’t see the best thing that’s in front of him,” Jason answers, and looks into Y/N’s eyes before he looks at her lips. “But his loss is my gain.”
#dc comics#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#dc comics jason todd#dc comics batman#dick grayson#bruce wayne#tim drake#damian wayne
282 notes
·
View notes
Photo
@sheepheadfred mentioned that this old comic reminded them of plagg so i delivered
Image Description:
First panel: Poorly drawn Plagg from Miraculous Ladybug with a solid green background. Text reads “did you assholes eat all the cheese snacks?”
Second panel: exact same image. Text reads “fuck you”
81 notes
·
View notes
Text
Something Long and Stupid (Part 2)
Summary: Remus knew he wasn't a good person. He was Deadpool, a killer for hire, "the merc with a mouth." He'd come to terms with what he was a long time ago. He didn't need Spiderman to remind him of what he was.
He didn't need Virgil to come into his life and make him question it for the first time
Notes: Violence, blood, gore, sexual inneundos
I didn't make a taglist for this story but I know @teamplutoforlife wanted to be tagged <3 And thank you @cheshirevalentine for editing
Part 1
Remus was falling, twisting onto his back as he plummeted towards the ground, the buildings around him nothing but a blur as he flew past. He could faintly hear the construction on the ground over the pounding of his own heart and the howling of the wind rushing past him, barely hearing the alarmed shouts of the workers watching him fall.
Virgil was nothing but a speck in the distance now, perched on the edge of the roof. Lifeless white eyes watched him fall, unfeeling and still.
Pain exploded in Remus’s back as he slammed into something sharp, legs hitting the ground when he finally stopped falling. He could just barely make out the rusty, blood stained spike in front of him, poking through his chest from his back where he'd fallen, blood pooling around the wound and into his suit.
-
“Hey.”
Remus jumped so hard he nearly fell off the roof, scrambling to his feet and reaching for his gun as he whirled around to face whoever the fuck was stupid enough to sneak up on him.
Spiderman was perched beside him, apparently fine after his near death experience last night, and holding… a pizza box?
“Hey,” Remus said carefully. “What the fuck?”
Spiderman shrugged and held out the box in his hand. “I have pizza. You asked for pizza.”
Remus stared for a moment, frozen where he stood with his hand hovering over his gun, trying to figure out if this was a joke. “You… actually brought it?”
“Yeah?” Spiderman said, like he didn’t understand how this was in any way strange. “Oh did you… were you joking? Did you not actually want it, or—”
“No, I did.” Remus stayed right where he was. What the hell was this? Was this a prank? Was he being pranked?
“Then… here,” Spiderman said. He held out the pizza box, close enough for Remus to cautiously take. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got cheese. But cheese is good. Everyone likes cheese.”
Holy shit. Spiderman was a dweeb.
Remus carefully opened the pizza box, and when there wasn’t a bomb or some kind of spider-themed booby trap inside, just a freshly baked cheese pizza from some local place he’d vaguely heard of, Remus let his shoulders relax and barked out a laugh.
“Well shit,” he said, pleasantly surprised. “Thanks, Webs.”
Spidey was shuffling a bit, looking ridiculously awkward, and Remus was suddenly reminded that they were both just… people under their masks. “Uh, yeah. No problem.”
Remus hesitated, because he hadn’t been kidding about Spiderman owing him a pizza he just… hadn’t actually expected him to follow through. There was no way Remus was eating all of it on his own, he barely ate much as it was.
“Do you, like…” he paused, wondering if this was going to get him punched or laughed at. “Do you want a slice?”
Spiderman actually startled, like him being asked to lunch was just as rare as Remus asking someone to lunch. Jeez, he’d have figured people begged Spiderman to eat with them all the time.
“I, uh… I bought it for you, so—”
“Yeah, and I’m offering. Christ, do you want some pizza or not?”
Spidey still hesitated, and while it was annoying as hell Remus supposed he’d be a hypocrite to judge when he’d been half convinced there was a bomb in the pizza box two minutes ago.
Well, it wasn’t like it would have been the first time.
“Uh, sure,” Spiderman said, still visibly wary. “Thank you.”
Remus ignored him in favor of opening the pizza box and setting it down, motioning for the vigilante to take as much as he wanted.
It wasn’t until Spidey turned away slightly to hook his fingers under the bottom of his mask that Remus remembered- duh- they both had to pull up their masks to eat.
It wasn’t a problem, it wouldn’t be nearly enough to risk exposing their faces to each other, but Remus really wasn’t in the mood to be gawked at. A glance at his jaw might ruin Spiderman’s lunch.
“I’m not looking,” Spidey said, and Remus realized he’d been hesitating for a few too many seconds. “I can go, if you don’t wanna pull up your mask around anyone.”
Remus waved him off, even as he continued to fiddle with the leather. “I’ve got some scars, is all. Like… a lot. People think they’re gross.”
“Oh,” Spiderman said, and then simply shrugged. “That’s fine, I don’t care. Scars happen, dude. I’ve got a bunch.”
Remus still hesitated, a little caught off guard from Spiderman calling him ‘dude' while so nonchalantly eating his pizza just a few feet away, but he quickly pulled himself together and tugged his leather mask up just below his nose.
It was just a few inches of skin, and still enough to reveal a handful of scars littered across his jaw, and the one that stretched down from his cheek.
Spidey barely glanced at him, which Remus guessed he should have seen coming. It’d be a little out of character for New York’s hero to be an asshole about someone’s scars, but you never knew with heroes. Some of them were pretentious assholes.
They ate their pizza like common civilians, perched on their rooftop and watching the people of New York mingle below.
Remus barely ate two slices. He didn’t really eat much to begin with, and it was far more entertaining to watch in silent awe as Spiderman easily finished the rest of the box. The hero was a good two heads shorter than Remus, and looked like he barely weighed a hundred pounds. If Remus didn’t know better, he’d think the guy never ate at all.
“My metabolism is different,” he explained sheepishly when he caught Reus staring. “I eat more than… you know. You. Regular people.”
Remus scoffed, because this was definitely the first time anyone had described him as a ‘regular person’ but he let it slide with an eye roll and a thanks for lunch.
They parted ways, and Remus let himself relax at the thought of having one less enemy roaming New York.
Remus hadn’t meant to start hanging out with Spiderman.
Really, he hadn’t. The impromptu pizza date was supposed to be the end of it, just a slightly awkward peace offering that made it clear neither of them would actively try to kill each other in the near future.
Remus had saved Spiderman because he was bored, and Spiderman had bought him a pizza. That was all.
But then less than a week later Spiderman had swung (literally) by with takeout- coincidentally from Remus’s favorite place a few blocks away- and Remus hadn’t been able to say no to sharing.
They’d shared a meal together three times in the last two weeks, and Remus was starting to think it wasn’t an accident.
It probably wasn’t helping that Remus had started carrying snacks on him.
Remus wasn’t going to eat them himself, and Spiderman was always complaining about how hungry he was, so he’d just started keeping packets of gummies or granola for when he saw the hero swinging past. Chucking them at his head was good target practice, anyway.
That didn’t mean they were friends. Remus didn’t have friends, because being friends with Deadpool was possibly the dumbest idea anyone could ever have.
Remus had seen what happens when people get close to him. He wasn’t going to go through that again.
Apparently, Spiderman had other ideas.
It had been just another fight that Remus had happened to run into, watching for a moment as Spiderman took down what was probably his third armed robbery of the day.
He knew he probably could have just continued on his way and gotten lunch, but there were five of them, all armed, and Remus didn’t feel great about those odds despite Spidey’s reputation.
So Remus had decided to return the favor, Spiderman had introduced himself by butting into Deadpool's fight after all, and stepped in to finish the job twice as fast.
And it had gone fine. Spiderman had greeted him with stupidly cheeky finger guns and unfortunately insisted they keep all of them alive, which wasn’t Remus’s specialty but he’d manage.
It had been easy, some druggie civilians no match for New York’s hero and the merc with a mouth, three of them encased in webbing within two minutes, another on the ground with a bullet in his knee.
It had been fine, until Remus was shot in the chest.
Which, to be fair, wasn’t a big deal. He was shot in the chest all the time. It’d be a hassle if he didn’t get the bullet out before his skin healed around it, but it wasn’t like he could die.
It occurred to him a bit too late that he had forgotten to tell Spiderman that.
“No!”
The raw panic and emotion In Spidey’s voice caught Remus off guard as he stumbled backwards, pain he was unfortunately used to by now exploding in his chest as the bullet met its mark. There had been a fifth goon, hiding out and biding his time, which would have been a great plan if it didn’t end with a face of webs and a swift punch to the temple.
Remus lowered himself to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, dark crimson blood pooling around his hand and flooding through his fingers as he clutched the wound.
Spiderman was rushing over, and Remus could practically feel the worry behind that lifeless mask. He skidded to a stop and dropped to a crouch, hands hovering, frantic and unsure.
And maybe Remus was just an asshole, but this was fucking hilarious.
“Deadpool?” Spidey called, the vigilante leaning over him as Remus dropped to lay on his back. “Jesus- hang in there okay? You’ll be fine.”
Remus forced himself to cough, wet and ragged, biting back a smile. “This is it for me, Webs. I can see the light.”
“Deadpool shut the fuck up!”
“Everything’s getting dark—”
“I said shut up,” Spiderman snapped, and Remus gasped involuntarily, arching his back when gloved hands pressed down on the wound. “You’re gonna be fine, you’re… just- just stay awake, okay? Don’t close your eyes.”
Remus coughed again to hide a smile, blood splattering his chin, closing his eyes anyway and letting his head fall back on the concrete. He stopped listening to Spidey’s rambling, committing to the bit of playing dead- very obviously playing dead, for the record. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and everything, waiting for Spiderman to catch on and tell him off.
“No!” Except Spidey still sounded genuinely distressed, only pressing harder on the wound. “No, no, no! Deadpool! Wake up!”
Well. This wasn’t any fun if Spiderman was too panicked to even pay attention. He sighed, opening his eyes again to sit up slightly and whack the vigilante’s shoulder.
“I can’t die, stupid,” he said, grinning when Spiderman scrambled back. “Cut it out. I’ve just gotta get the bullet out so it doesn’t heal around it. Those things hurt like a bitch, so—”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Remus opened his mouth to respond, because there were lots of things wrong with him and he had a list at the ready. But he didn’t get the chance because suddenly Spidey was throwing himself forward, wrapping his arms around Remus and pulling him close, probably getting blood all over his suit.
Haha, what the fuck?
“You’re such a bitch,” Spiderman said, muffled since his face was practically buried in Remus’s shoulder. “You’re the fucking worst.”
“Aww, were you worried about me?” Remus asked, burying his shock. “That’s so sweet, Spidey.”
“Shut the hell up,” Spiderman growled. “I thought you were going to die.”
“You were so worried! It was so cute, oh my god!”
Spiderman finally pulled back, only to rear back and punch Remus square in the shoulder. Hard.
Remus barked out a laugh, now nursing two injuries. “Fucking- ow. I still feel pain.”
“Sucks.”
Remus crossed his arms, wincing when it pulled at the bullet wound still in his chest. “Rude.”
“I’m rude?” Spiderman asked, incredulous. “You thought it would be funny to play dead!”
“To be fair,” Remus argued. “It was funny.”
“No it wasn’t!”
Remus shrugged, already turning his attention to the bullet in his chest. “If you had known it would be funny.”
“Well I didn’t,” he said, the mask’s white eyes glued to Remus’s hands. “I thought you were dying.”
“I can’t die,” Remus said. “That’s not a joke, Webs. I don’t just regenerate fast, I can’t be killed.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know that?”
Remus shrugged, a little put off because this was not how he’d expected this to go. Damn Spiderman and his stupid savior complex.
He turned his attention back to the bullet wound, the pain already faded to a familiar numbness, but two gloved hands grabbed his wrists before he could start digging around for the bullet.
“Here,” he said, obnoxiously soft. “I’ve got it, let me help.”
“Nah, it’s cool,” Remus said, tensing against his will at the thought of someone else caring for a wound. “It’s not too deep, I can get it.”
“Are your gloves clean?”
He took a minute to consider that, calculating the swords he’d been holding, the gun he’d reloaded that morning, coming up blank when he tried to think of the last time he’d properly cleaned any of his weapons. Not to mention he had to climb buildings with his hands, lacking Spidey’s abilities to walk up walls and propel himself across the city in seconds.
“Probably,” he lied. “What am I gonna do, get sick?”
Spiderman hesitated. “Do you do that?”
“No.”
“I can still get it,” Spidey said. “Let me help.”
Remus scoffed, trying to cover up his own uneasiness. “You wanna stick your hand in there? You know it’s gross, right?”
“I know how to remove a bullet, Deadpool,” Spiderman said. “I’ve gotten shot before, I can get it.”
There was no reason not to drop his arms and let Spiderman do what he wanted. The asshole was stubborn, but he obviously meant well. With how shaky Remus’s hands were, Spidey getting the bullet out would probably be quicker anyway.
And he was the city’s hero. He’d made it clear he didn’t mean Deadpool any harm, especially not when the Merc had so graciously dropped in to save his ass today.
Remus didn’t know why it was so hard to just relax.
“This is dumb,” he said, wondering if he could annoy Spidey into giving up. “I can handle it fine.”
“I know,” the vigilante said. “But I want to help. It’s like...returning the favor or whatever.”
Remus sighed, a little shaky now, but reluctantly nodded. The longer they argued, the faster the skin would heal over the bullet still lodged in his chest, and Remus would really like to avoid that happening. Again.
“Fine,” he growled. “Jesus, you’re stubborn.”
Under the mask, Remus was sure Spiderman was smirking at him. “Look who’s talking.”
Remus hadn’t expected Spiderman to be so gentle. He was digging a bullet wound out of Deadpool’s chest, there wasn’t really a way to make this a pleasant experience, but Spidey was taking his time, moving carefully as he dug into the wound.
“Could you hurry up?” Remus growled, teeth clenched. This would have been over in seconds if he was doing it himself. It was so much easier to just stick his hand in the wound, dig around for a second, and rip the bullet out. “I’m not exactly a fan of having someone else’s fingers in my chest.”
Spiderman didn’t even spare him a glance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I got shot,” Remus snapped. “We’re well past that.”
Spidey didn’t respond after that and Remus for once stayed quiet to let him concentrate, breathing heavily to try to ignore the panic that came with being vulnerable like this. The vigilante couldn’t kill him, but he sure as hell could cause him a shit ton of pain.
But he wouldn’t. Remus had to keep reminding himself that he wouldn’t. Spiderman was insufferably good- he wouldn’t kick someone while they were down.
Eventually Spiderman’s fingers found the bullet and Remus gasped, forcing himself to shove the pain away and make a lewd sounding moan when Spidey’s fingers left the wound.
“Jesus,” Spiderman muttered, and Remus laughed when he tossed the bullet dripping in dark blood to the side. “You okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Remus said, and he was. Physically at least. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a civil conversation with someone, let alone had someone willing to help patch him up. “See? All good. It’s already healing itself.”
True to his word, Remus’s chest was fusing itself back together, skin closing up over the still bleeding wound, the rest of the pain fading to a background throb. It’d be like nothing ever happened in ten minutes.
“Holy shit,” Spiderman muttered, leaning in close to watch. Remus tensed uncomfortably. “That’s...fucking wild.”
“Yeah, it’s great.” Remus brushed it off, scrambling to his feet and ignoring the way Spidey moved to try and help. “Anyways. Are there any more fights you need me to hold your hand through, or can I go take a nap?”
“Oh please,” Spidey scoffed. “I was fine. All you did was get in the way and get shot.”
“I saved your ass,” Remus retorted, smiling behind the leather mask. “You’d be dead if it weren’t for me, Webs.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Spiderman mumbled, but Remus was willing to bet money he was smiling too. “Go take your nap, Deadpool.”
Remus gave a mock salute, sheathing his sword and turning away from the remnants of the battle and starting for his apartment.
Maybe Spidey wasn’t so bad after all.
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#spiderman virgil#deadpool remus#ts virgil#virgil sanders#ts remus#remus sanders#violence tw#blood tw#gun tw#injury tw#writing#fanfiction#spiderman#deadpool#dukexiety
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hungry [dead dove: do not eat]
Trigger warning: someone dies from a food allergy and it’s VERY graphic, it’s an unsympathetic character. This is also written from someone who has a ton of severe food allergies, including the one that’s used, so it’s not some random asshole making light of a situation. Abusive relationships, death, murder, unsympathetic character is murdered
note: please read the trigger warnings and do not fucking read if it’ll bother/trigger you, this is the last warning
xxx
Every morning, Janus ran out to buy him and Remus coffees while Remus stayed behind and burnt their breakfast.
Logan woke up to the smoke detector screaming and the rest of their roommates groaning while Roman frantically waved a blanket and snapped at his brother (Janus still smiled when he came home). It was as good of an alarm clock as any.
Every morning, Logan scraped together breakfast for a boyfriend he didn’t love.
Remus and Janus’ voices carried over from the living room as they ate on the couch. Logan used the burnt remnants of their stove to make bacon and eggs, something he could cook in his sleep. He wasn’t sleeping, though—He was focused on Remus and Janus.
“So,” Remus stole a piece of bacon and talked with his mouth full, “when’s the oaf getting up?”
Janus sipped at his coffee. “Obligatory defensive comment incoming,” he murmured, and Remus wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Don’t make fun of him,” Logan announced.
As much as Patton begged everyone to get along, Remus was never one to hide how he felt. Neither was Jaxon.
“You know he doesn’t do it on purpose, and you know he’ll be down here any second,” he whispered, and bumped Remus with his hip, who laughed. “Get out of here!”
Remus finished the bacon and said, “I gotta get to work anyway.”
That didn’t stop him from making out with Janus a good few minutes before leaving.
Jaxon stumbled into the kitchen sleepily.
“Morning, J,” Logan said quietly.
He hated Jaxon’s first appearance—he was too tired for Logan to tell what type of mood he was in. He used to stay quiet until he knew for sure, but Jaxon snapped at him once and said, “When you don’t say good morning, it feels like you’re mad at me or you don’t care about me.”
Logan always said good morning now.
Jaxon ignored him, took his plate, and went back upstairs. Logan relaxed.
“Just let me know when you want me to kill him for you,” Janus sneered, then ducked into his and Remus’ room.
Roman left for work next, singing on his way out, followed by Patton, who kissed Logan’s cheek and told him to stay safe. Virgil worked nights and didn’t wake until well after 3pm. Janus used noise-cancelling headphones while he worked. As much as Logan tried, he couldn’t get a shift today. He was essentially alone with Jaxon.
His stomach churned.
He went to his computer.
It didn’t take long for Jaxon to come back downstairs. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders and nuzzled into his neck.
“What’s going on?” Jaxon asked. “You’re tense.”
Logan’s shoulders relaxed. “I just have a lot of work to do.”
“So? Take a break. Come hang out with me.”
“Jaxon…” Logan frowned at the screen. “I have a deadline.”
Jaxon yanked his arms back. “Are you mad at me or something?”
Logan looked over his shoulder. “What? No. Why would I be mad?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, brown eyes hard. “Because you haven’t hung out with me all week. I never see you anymore.”
“I work right here in the living room because you wanted to see me more,” Logan insisted. “And we watched three movies last night. We can watch three more tonight.”
“Well I don’t wanna force you.”
Janus’ door creaked open. “That’s exactly what you want to do. Can you two quiet down?”
“Come with me,” Jaxon growled under his breath and grabbed Logan’s wrist.
Logan stumbled after him.
“HEY!” Janus stormed forward and grabbed Logan’s other wrist. “He has a deadline. He needs to work. Have you no manners?”
“Sorry, princess, I wasn’t raised in a castle.” Jaxon yanked Logan hard enough for his shoulder to ache.
“You’re hurting me,” he said desperately.
“Let go of him.” Janus’ eyes were deadly slits. His teeth were fangs, his grip of a Boa.
Logan pulled—he’d get punished for that later—until Jaxon let go and he stumbled back into Janus’ arms. Janus quickly righted him then took his hands away. Logan shivered.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Jaxon mumbled, “when the snake isn’t around.”
He turned and stomped up the stairs. The door slammed, and Logan flinched.
“I’m sorry,” he spouted as he turned to Janus. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“And what he said—”
“I am a snake. It’s great. Is your wrist okay?”
Logan held it up. The skin was clear, but a bruise would surely show. “It’s fine. He almost…” He forced a laugh, “almost dislocated my shoulder, though.”
“Let me take a look at it. Sit down.”
Logan sat and Janus tugged his loose neckline down enough to expose his shoulder. Janus hummed.
“Is it hurting?”
“Just a little. I’m okay.”
“Let me get some ice.”
Janus came back a moment later and settled the icepack on Logan’s shoulder.
“Why haven’t you kicked us out?” Logan asked quietly.
“Because if he left, you’d go with him. And we like you a lot.” Janus ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, who leaned into the touch. “Besides, we have better plans for him. We’re killing him, remember?”
Logan laughed, and prayed to God Jaxon didn’t hear.
xxx
Logan didn’t see Jaxon again until dinner. Roman and Remus were play-fighting in the kitchen, yelling over the boiling of a stew. Patton and Virgil were watching a horror movie on the couch, Janus sat at their feet. Virgil kept kicking him.
Jaxon came down the stairs as Logan asked to help with dinner. Remus quickly took Logan under his arm.
“Yeah! Stir this for me. Hey, Jaxon. I’ve got Logan helping me here.”
“I missed you at lunch today,” Logan said over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Feeling sick?”
“A little,” he mumbled. “Will you eat with me?”
Logan melted. “Of course. Remus, is this safe for him?”
Remus grabbed Logan’s shoulder. Logan furrowed his eyebrows as they locked eyes.
“Yes.” Remus tapped something on the counter. “Janus and Roman helped me.”
Logan glanced down.
Peanut powder.
He swallowed.
“It’s perfectly safe for Jaxon.”
Blood rushed through Logan’s ears.
“No, actually.” Logan sucked in a shuddering breath. “No, I want to make him something myself.”
Remus’ shoulders slumped. “I understand. I guess.”
“But…” Logan grabbed his hand. “You can make it again if I ask?”
Roman set a hand on Logan’s lightly purpled shoulder. “We absolutely can.”
Logan got to work making Jaxon grilled cheese sandwiches, and they ate in the living room with everyone else. Jaxon kept wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips like he was rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Everything okay, Jax?” Patton asked sweetly.
“There’s no peanuts in that, right? Something about the smell is setting me off.”
“Nope.” Janus laid his head in Remus’ lap. “We know about your allergy, Jaxon. We’re careful.”
xxx
That night, Logan stayed up late with Jaxon watching movies. Logan fell asleep cuddled against Jaxon’s chest and woke up the next morning snuggled with him in bed.
He hauled himself out of bed, heavy with exhaustion, as the smoke alarm screamed. Janus kissed Remus on the cheek before leaving for their coffees. Remus cracked another egg in the pan. Roman sang Disney at the top of his lungs as he got ready in the bathroom, Virgil pounding on the door demanding that he needed to piss. Patton snapped that there’s another bathroom upstairs and that if those two didn’t stop fighting he’d lose his mind.
Logan found a path in the kitchen to grab the stuff for French toast. He pushed aside Remus’ used dishes and ingredients to set his own down.
“How are you feeling?” Remus asked as Logan whisked. “You know, about the decision you made.”
“Good,” he admitted. “I think it was the right call.”
Remus set the spatula down hard. “So how else do you wanna proceed?”
Logan’s whisks slowed. “I… I don’t know. Last time I talked about maybe taking a break, he—”
“Hey, Jaxon!” Patton greeted cheerfully.
Logan snapped his mouth shut.
“Morning, handsome.” Jaxon kissed the back of Logan’s neck.
He smiled as Jaxon poured them both juice. “It was the right decision.”
xxx
“Logan!” Jaxon bounded down the stairs. “When are you stopping for lunch?”
“Um…” Logan shifted in his seat. “I had lunch.”
Jaxon stopped. “What?”
“It was quick.” Logan pushed back in the chair to face Jaxon. “Just a snack, really. Then I got right back to work.”
“Why would you eat without me? I knew it, you are mad at me. We always have lunch together.”
“I know, I’m sorry—”
“If you know, why did you eat without me? What did I even do?”
“You didn’t do anything!”
“But you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you!”
“THEN WHY WOULD YOU EAT WITHOUT ME?”
Logan flinched.
Jaxon grabbed his wrist and hauled him to his feet. “Don’t be a baby! Just tell me!”
He slammed Logan into the wall just as Janus’ door opened. Logan’s head bounced off the paint, his eye erupting in pain.
“Get off,” Janus snapped.
“This is none of your business! Go back to work!”
Janus pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed three numbers.
“Put the phone down!”
“I need someone here right away, my roommate—”
Jaxon leapt ten steps back. Logan crumpled in on himself, pressed against the wall where Jaxon left him.
“I think he’s calming down now,” Janus said into the phone. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I would like you to remain on the line.”
Jaxon grabbed his wallet and keys, and stormed out. The door slammed and Logan flinched.
“He’s gone now. Thank you for your help. Let me ask.” He pressed the phone to his shirt. “Do you want to press charges? Do you want the police to come?”
Logan shook his head, eyes watering. “I want to make dinner.”
xxx
“That again?” Jaxon asked, peering over Logan’s shoulder.
Logan stirred the thick broth. “You didn’t get to try it. It’s good.”
Jaxon shrugged. “Is your eye okay?”
“It’ll heal.”
He left. Logan grabbed the peanut powder and dumped in a generous amount, then left it to boil and cook down.
Everyone stared at Jaxon as they ate. Logan finished his bowl and grabbed seconds. Pale blotches appeared on Jaxon’s face. His lips swelled.
“Are you sure this doesn’t have peanuts?” He asked nervously. “I don’t feel great.”
“My eye hurts,” Logan announced.
“I have some medicine for it.” Remus kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Jaxon glared. “Kiss your own boyfriend!”
By the time Remus came back, Jaxon’s throat was swelling shut. “Drive me to a hospital,” he demanded in a hoarse voice.
Patton knelt between Logan’s legs and applied the cream Remus bought to Logan’s browbone and the top of his cheekbone.
“Dinner was good,” Virgil said. “Are you gonna finish yours, Jax?”
He glared and stumbled for the door. “What the hell is this?”
Virgil shrugged and grabbed Jaxon’s bowl, downing the rest. Roman leaned against the door with his arms crossed. Jaxon threw a punch, but Roman easily ducked against Jaxon’s weak, wobbling frame.
“Oh, God, are you okay?” Patton gasped. “Call an ambulance!”
Jaxon collapsed to his knees as his body convulsed. His hands dug into the carpet. He vomited, elbows and knees locking.
“Shit, did we add peanut?” Roman asked. “Old habits.”
“What’s the number again?” Remus stared at his phone in confusion.
“What’s… wrong… with you… all…” Jaxon gasped through his throw up.
“911, I think,” Logan mumbled. “Are you okay, love?”
“I need someone here right away. My roommate is having an allergic reaction. He was eating alone, we didn’t catch it very fast— yes. Okay, I understand. Mhm.” He gave them the address then hung up.
Janus, Remus, and Roman turned on the T.V. Logan and Patton got to work cleaning up after dinner. Virgil stared Jaxon down.
He was dead before the paramedics arrived.
xxx
The smoke alarm blared. Logan hauled himself out of the warm bed and came out of Janus and Remus’ room.
“Slept long enough,” Janus said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist.
Logan leaned his head on Janus’ shoulder. “Coffee?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Breakfast is almost ready!” Remus called. “Hurry up!”
“I HAVE TO PISS, ROMAN!”
“THERE ARE TWO BATHROOMS!”
Logan got into the car with Janus. Janus pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest coffee shop.
“How are you feeling?” Janus asked, reaching over and taking his hand.
“Hungry.”
#logan sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#intruloceit#loceit#dukeceit#intrulogical#minor character death#logan centric#max writes#hurt/comfort#angst
111 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sylvia-lydia-morelos-baby-2023
Untitled
theladyofsorrows
One Piece brainrot goes brrrrr
bulutluprofil
nk. ✨
luzuranoceda
For Flapjack
heartheaded
❝We're on our way!❞