time of the month food

i didn’t expect to come out of leverage with so many emotions about the fucking brewpub??? what has this show DONE to me

but ok. like. the brewpub doesn’t turn a profit, right. it is actively losing money all of the time, but it doesn’t matter? because of their fucking alternative revenue stream, they don’t NEED to make a profit, they literally own this brewpub for the fun of it

so, like. they COULD make it turn a profit but: eliot & hardison, working-class boys TM, they are absolutely going to:

  • make everything on the menu $0.50 less than it costs to make at least, because affordable food is important
  • just fucking give away shit for free. oh you can’t pay for this food? that’s fine don’t worry about it have it anyway, also would you like a coffee? some beer?
  • get everything locally, pay a LOT for it (let’s take a moment for all of the feelings eliot ‘grew up in a farming town’ spencer 100% has about corporations paying farmers the bare fucking minimum they can get away with. so many feelings, he goes on long & impassioned rants whenever this comes up, my bitter socialist son)
  • pay all of their staff like three times minimum wage at the least
  • all of the staff have AMAZING insurance & they always pay out if they need to
  • if any of the staff mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • if any of the CUSTOMERS mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • (i REFUSE to accept that hardison doesn’t tip, that is WRONG, the show is WRONG & i will NOT allow it, hardison tips. hardison’s elder siblings were waitstaff who depended on tips to make rent, hardison tips generously. hardison has all this money & he’s not even using most of it so he gives it away All Of The Time)

like. LIKE. the brewpub is basically a fucking nonprofit charity, they run jobs to take down capitalist scum & then come home to their aggressively socialist brewpub, this is just. this is fact. you cannot convince me this isn’t true

Periods be like...

*Two drops of fluid in my bladder*

Bladder: YOU HAVE TO PEE SO BAD RIGHT NOW!!!


*Sees a specific food*

Stomach: YOU ARE STARVING AND YOU MUST EAT THAT RIGHT NOW!!!


*Hands or feet touch something vaguely cooler than the ambient temperature*

Body: WTF IT’S ABSOLUTE ZERO, BUNDLE UP RIGHT NOW. HERE, I’LL HELP BY MAKING YOU SHIVER VIOLENTLY!!!


*Hands or feet touch something vaguely warmer than the ambient temperature*

Body: WTF IT’S THE SURFACE OF THE SUN, TAKE ALL CLOTHING OFF RIGHT NOW. HERE, I’LL HELP BY MAKING YOU SWEAT PROFUSELY!!!


*Sees the time*

Brain: IMMA MAKE YOU FEEL SO SLEEPY RIGHT NOW. GO TO BED AT 10PM AND SLEEP TWELVE HOURS!!!

or

Brain: IMMA KEEP YOU AWAKE RIGHT NOW. DON’T GO TO BED UNTIL 3AM AND SLEEP FIVE HOURS!!!


*Cramps*

Uterus: IMMA MAKE YOUR ENTIRE TORSO HURT RIGHT NOW, START PUKING AND CRYING!!!

kepzandme  asked:

Sci, are Clint's issues with food and childhood hunger canon in Marvel? Because they are such a prominent theme in many many fics (I have used it myself) so just curious if they are part of the comics. Also, does Rhodey know that Tony asked Clint to take care of DJ if he and Steve are gone?

I honestly don’t remember it being explicitly covered in the comics.  But there are things that are:

-Clint’s father was physically and emotionally abusive
-Like half of the fathers in the Marvel universe, he was also an alcoholic who hit his wife
-They were very definitely poor
-His parents died in a car accident
-He and his brother ran away, joined the circus, and fell under the thrall of yet another abusive father figure.

This equals hunger.  So why DON’T I remember this being focused on?

Because everything I’ve ever read about hunger, non-fiction or fiction, has been written by women, or PoC.  Guess who almost never, ever gets to write white, male lead character superheroes for the big two publishers?  Women.  And PoC.

So the things that are written about Clint and his difficult childhood (or Tony and his difficult childhood, or Bruce and his difficult childhood, and hell, I think they retconned Steve’s merely dead dad to be, you guessed it, alcoholic and abusive!, so him and his difficult childhood) are written through a white, male lens.  And white men, in general, are more comfortable writing about certain types of abuse (physical and verbal) than others (sexual and emotional).

Because certain types of suffering are ‘manly.’  Are ‘acceptable’ in the backstory of a hyper masculine character.  Look at the same tired tropes trotted out over and over and over.  The suffering heaped on heroic male characters tends to follow a very easy, very comfortable path, where the writer doesn’t have to think too hard, where the character can be sympathetic, but still ‘strong.’  Still ‘tough.’ Still ‘heroic.’ Still ‘masculine.’

Violence is masculine.  Starvation is not.  Poverty is not.

Being poor is the worst sin in the United States.  It is, and anyone who tells you differently is selling something.  

I did my student teaching in an inner city middle school in a not-very-good part of a solidly working class city.  And I remember the principal walking around at lunch, surreptitiously handing out lunch cards.  These were supposed to go to kids who had forgotten their lunch money that day, to entitle them to a free lunch.  But on lunch duty, I soon figured out, she was giving them to the same kids, every day.

I asked her why, and she said, these were kids who would’ve qualified for the free lunch program, she knew it, they knew it, the cafeteria ladies knew it.  But the paperwork was never filled out.  Hell, the paperwork probably never made it home.  Because when they were approved for the free lunch program, the card they were given was a different color than the card for the kids who were paying.  And they knew it.  Their peers knew it.  So they didn’t bring the paperwork home.  

To repeat: Twelve year old children, children who had NO PART in their family’s financial standing, NO ABILITY to change that standing, NO CHANCE to do anything other than do their best to get by, preferred going hungry rather than deal with the shame of being visibly identified as coming from a family below the poverty line.

And for some of these kids, the free breakfast and lunch provided by schools was probably the most stable nutrition they got.  

Hunger never leaves you.  Not ever.  But it is a feminine suffering, a thing spoken of condescendingly by late night “Feed the Children” ads showing starving (brown) children in some far off, unfortunate land, and written about by women who can’t figure out how to stretch what little they have to cover the heating bill and the grocery bill.  Hunger is food deserts in inner cities and canned food because you can’t afford the time or the bus fare to go to the grocery store several times a month for fresh, and so everything has to last.  It is food pantries where you’re given the allotment of rice and beans and maybe, if you’re damn lucky, a can of horrible pineapple chunks as a ‘treat.’

Hunger is not heroic.  And that’s why it’s glossed over in comics.

(Also, yes, totally Rhodey knows. 8) )

The signs and haircuts:
  • Aries: can't decide whether they want short or long hair
  • Taurus: never has time for one they're too busy buying food
  • Gemini: gets one like every month they enjoy it so much
  • Cancer: hates getting their haircut and regrets it after
  • Leo: switches between long and short hair quite a lot
  • Virgo: they like their hair curly and quite long
  • Libra: likes mid-length hair
  • Scorpio: one word: fringe.
  • Sagittarius: too busy dying their hair to get it cut
  • Capricorn: won't ever let go of their long hair
  • Aquarius: will stick with one style for ages then mix it up all of a sudden
  • Pisces: hardly ever gets one but when they do its dramatic

@agentas
I guess me dragging my feet isn’t really helping your hunger! Better late than never I suppose!

———–

HANZO:
• A super picky eater.
• Will eat whatever S/o puts in front of him, but if he doesn’t like it, it’ll show.
• S/o is super nervous to cook for him at first.
• That fear is quickly smashed when he clears his plate and goes for seconds.
• Then thirds.
• Then fourths.
• How much can this man eat??
• If they’re making his favorite dish, they better make enough for an entire family or he’ll be heartbroken.

REAPER:
• At this point, eating is more a pleaser than a necessity for him.
• If S/o makes food for him, he’ll probably eat it in private (on account of his mask).
• Bursts into their office demanding to know where they bought the food.
• When they say they made it, he’s shocked, but immediately asks for more.
• It becomes something he looks forward to daily (not that he’ll admit it).
• Will fist fight anyone who says S/o’s cooking is bad.

MERCY:
• Doesn’t like most foods, but is good at hiding it until she’s finished.
• S/o decides to surprise her with a meal after a long day at work.
• Mercy is so touched by the sediment that she doesn’t even care if the food is awful.
• The food is not awful.
• It becomes a tradition almost.
• S/o surprises her with food a few times a month.
• Mercy becomes giddy every time she comes home and smells food cooking.
• Will often help if it isn’t done by the time she arrives.

D.VA:
• Will eat anything you put in front of her.
• Has probably eaten things past the expiration date and was like, “Haha, whoops!” And then went on with her day.
• D.va, please no.
• Probably asked S/o to make her something while she was busy.
• Ended up eating so much that she got a stomach ache.
• Basically begs S/o to cook for her now.
• Brags about them. All. The. Time.

Imagine Woozi surprising you by getting the food that you’ve been craving a lot recently.

Title: The Stash

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  This is the final week of my 20 day challenge. After this week, imagines will likely be posted once or twice a week. Requests are closed, but will reopen once I catch up on some current requests. Let me know what you think!

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


Trudging to the kitchen, you opened the medicine cabinet, only to realize Sidney had used the last of your pain relievers for a headache last week. Sighing, you crossed the kitchen, pulling open the cupboard beside the fridge; pushing boxes of protein bars and powders to the side. This is where all the free product Sidney got sent went to die, he preferred to stick to his tried and true brands. It also meant the back of the cupboard was perfect to hide your unhealthy stash of junk food, reserved for that time of the month. You reached the back of the cupboard, frowning as you realized you hadn’t replaced your supply, the only remaining item was a half empty bag of pretzels. Ugh, pretzels? You moaned, trudging back to the living room, grabbing your phone off the coffee table, glancing at the time before quickly sending a text to Sid.

(Y/N): Could you stop at the store on your way home from practice?

Instinctively your head turned when you heard the crunch of gravel, looking out the window you realized Sidney was already home. You flopped on the sofa, resigning yourself to a miserable afternoon without pain killers and junk food. It was cold and rainy in Pittsburgh and you didn’t want to ask Sid to go back outside and you certainly weren’t going to leave the house. You turned the TV on, pulling Netflix up on the screen, waiting for Sidney to make his way to the living room to cuddle.

You heard the door creak open, Sidney disappearing into the kitchen. You pulled up Instagram, scrolling through your feed. Soon you realized it had been almost 15 minutes since Sidney had walked through the door.

“Sid? Did you get lost?” you called, as you straightened up on the sofa, noticing how badly the muscles in your lower back hurt.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” he laughed.

True to his word, he walked in the living room a few minutes later, both hands full.

“Here.” he said, tossing you a blanket from the hallway closet, still in his track suit. “What do you need from the store, babe? I just saw your message.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I can go tomorrow when it’s not so gross outside.” you said, waving it off as you spread the fuzzy blanket over your lap. “Do you want to watch the next episode?” you asked, pointing the remote at the TV.

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” he said before sauntering back the way he came. “Oh, here.” he said, turning to toss you a warmed-up heating pad. You smiled, adjusting the blanket as you pressed the heating pad to your abdomen.

“You have no idea how much I needed this.” you groaned, nestling into the pillows on the sofa.

Sid smiled. “I know my girl.” he said before disappearing down the hall.

As promised, he appeared a few minutes later having changed into more comfortable clothing; his hands, once again, were full. Into your lap he dropped a bottle of ibuprofen, a bag of Oreos and your favorite candy bar. He set a glass of water on the coffee table in front of you before settling onto the sofa beside you. You tossed part of the blanket over his lap as he settled in, wrapping his arm around you.

“So you want snacks first, or do you just want to lie together?” he asked, grabbing the remote, starting the next episode. “What?” he questioned, looking at your surprised face after a moment. “Is this what you wanted from the store? Did I miss anything?” he questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

“N-no, this is it. I’m impressed, Crosby.” you stuttered, surprised as you popped the lid off the pill container.

“I think you’ll be even more impressed when you see that I fully restocked your junk food reserve. I was going to replace it last week, but I forgot until today.”

“How did know about that?”

“I mean, I don’t use any of those drink powders or power bars so sometimes I’ll take some to the rink for the boys. I know I don’t eat Oreos, and no one else lives here, so by process of elimination I assumed they were yours.”

“You know, you’re alright. I think I’ll keep you around.”

“Aw, gee thanks, (Y/N).” he laughed, his brown eyes crinkling in the corners as he bent down to kiss your cheek. “How long do you plan on keeping me around for?”

“Forever?”

“Sounds good to me, baby.” his eyes lighting up.      



Request: So excited for your new writing to come out! How about a Sidney Crosby one where you get really bad periods, and he just comforts and takes care of you? Thank you!            

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could I have everyone reacting to an MC with really bad cramps on her period? (Totally not in hell rn) Also, I think you're doing a really great job, keep up the good work!

Periods are horrible. (TMI: Mine are typically super painful the first day and then it’s almost painless the rest. I’m so sorry for you.) Also thank you for the compliment! It means a lot!

Yoosung:
-He’s scared of you when you first say you’re on your period because he’s heard that girls go crazy during their time of the month.
-But he sees you curled up on the couch occasionally whimpering in pain so he immediately throws that ridiculous assumption out the window.
-He’ll nervously go buy you what products you need, blushing furiously the whole time.
-If you want to cuddle, he’ll cuddle with you. If you need a massage, he’ll give you a massage. If you are hungry, he’ll make whatever food you are craving.
-He makes himself into your servant during the time of the month. Honestly, it’s nice.
-You’re able to take care of yourself, though, since you’ve been having these since puberty. He knows when to back off when he gets too clingy.
-He’s worried about you, especially when the pain gets so bad you cry. Yoosung hates that he can’t do anything but buy medicine and give you a heating pad.
-You really appreciate his help and reward him with kisses (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

Zen:
-Well, apparently all the other girls he’s been with didn’t have bad periods because they never told him about them. They weren’t very serious relationships anyway.
-So this boy is shocked when you call him and ask for him to buy pain killers for you because you got your period and you feel like you’re dying.
-He rushes home like you’re actually dying. so dramatic
-When he barges into the apartment with medicine in hand you have to explain that you were exaggerating and you’re not dying.
-Zen lets you lay on the couch or in bed as long as you need to. He will take care of everything until your cramps feel better enough for you to do things on your own. While he was preparing some food for you, he hears you whimpering and groaning and he drops everything.
-He sees you in tears because of all the pain and he panics. He strokes your hair and wipes your tears in attempts to comfort you until the cramps pass.
-He can’t stand to watch you in pain, but he wouldn’t even think about leaving while you’re hurting so bad.
-He’s a pretty animated person most of the time, so you’ll have to tell him to kindly shut up when he’s talking too loud it’s worsening your headache.
-Throughout the week, he checks up on you and does anything you can’t do on your own for you. He’s also extra affectionate to cheer you up :)

Jaehee:
-One of the benefits of dating a girl: they know what’s up when it comes to periods.
-Back when she worked for Jumin, though, she took birth control so that she wouldn’t get periods since she was too busy for them. She’s stopped taking them now that she’s free.
-She usually gets hers about a week after you get yours, so you have made a system.
-She takes care of you and awaits your every whim during your time of the month, then you do the exact same for her.
-It’s honestly super cute and nice because you end up trying to one up each other in who can be the better caretaker. It’s a plus for both of you because the higher you raise the bar, the better care you’ll get during your period.
-Chocolate, massages, yoga, junk food, heating pads, pain meds, breakfast in bed, stuffed animals, fuzzy blankets- you name it.
-She’s really sad that your periods are so much more painful than hers. She feels like it’s her job to take great care of you, which is actually what sparked your ‘competition’.
-You both trade secrets and home remedies for periods so you both learn a lot of new ways to ease pain.

Jumin:
-He came home from work one day to find you curled up on the couch, clutching your stomach.
-Needless to say, he panics. Jumin rushes to you and demands you tell him what’s wrong.
-“Calm down, Cat Mom, I’m just on my period.”
-Well that explains the attitude
-He calms down when you tell him because he knows periods are completely normal and aren’t life-threatening. However, he starts to worry again when there are tears running down your face from pain.
-He will do literally anything you ask.
-You could easily abuse that power, but honestly, you just ask for hugs, food, and pain killers; all of which he is happy to supply you with.
-When he has to leave for work, he has Elizabeth lay with you to comfort you while he’s gone. He also calls you and texts you when he has a break from work.
-He’ll see that you get whatever food you crave and whatever medicine you need. He spoils you, and you have to calm him down and tell him it isn’t necessary.
-As time goes on, and months go by, he’s less of a mother hen during your periods, but he always comforts you the same.

Saeyoung:
-Saeyoung knows what periods are, but he has no idea what they are like. He’s never been around people on their periods, at least not that he knew of, so he has no idea what to expect.
-When you tell him you’re on your period, he’s like “oh yeah I forgot about those.”
-He’s really unprepared so he goes out and buys you your favorite junk food because he’s always heard that girls like to eat junk food during their time of the month. He also buys some pain killers and your favorite drink.
-So in short, he spoils you to make up for how inexperienced he is with all of this stuff.
-You’ll have to remind him that this has been a part of your life for years, you can take care of yourself. You can still buy me junk food though.
-When the pain gets so bad you’re pushed to tears, he’ll give you massages and do things like play your favorite show or movie to cheer you up.
-He hates that he can’t do much to ease the pain, but you can bet he does his research after this.
-He’s much more educated for future months.
-You’re in good hands.

V:
-When he was with Rika, she never had bad periods. They only lasted a few days and were almost completely painless (lucky)
-So he kind of assumed periods weren’t very painful.
-Boy he is wrong.
-It was a normal day hanging out with V at home when your cramps start becoming unbearable.
-“Hey, Jihyun, I’m going to go lay down for a bit, okay?”
-“Oh? Is something wrong?”
-“Well… I started my period and it’s starting to hurt really bad right now, so I need to go lay down.”
-“Huh? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
-He gets you to comfiest pillows and blankets for you to lay down with then asks if there is anything he can do to help.
-You give him a list of things you need and he goes out and buys every single item no matter what.
-When he comes home, you’re crying.
-V freaks out a bit. You tell him it’s because it hurts so bad, so he immediately searches through the grocery bags for the pain medicine.
-He’s very flustered since he’s always thought periods were only mildly painful at worst.
-Nonetheless, he cuddles you and massages you whenever you ask for it, no questions asked.
-He’s very affectionate because he feels bad for assuming periods weren’t bad when in reality they are their own special hell.

Saeran:
-Saeran was never taught about this kind of stuff so he’s clueless as to what a period is.
-He does know that your in a lot of pain right now so he’s scared.
-He thinks maybe you have a disease? Maybe he should be taking you to the hospital?
-You tell him it’s just period cramps and he is so confused.
-You have to teach him about female reproductive organs which was so awkward
-Afterward he’s just confused as to why periods are necessary. Like why does your body need to do that? And why does it have to be so painful?
-All good questions, my boy.
-You tell him you’ll be okay. You’ve had plenty of experience with these, but he still wants to help you because he doesn’t like that you’re in pain and he can’t do anything about it.
-He stares at you with a pout while you lay on the couch in pain until he reaches up and holds your hand gently.
-He’s not comfortable with lots of contact yet, but your relationship has progressed to hand holding, which is a huge step for Saeran. You’re proud of him for it. Holding hands is the main way he shows affection to you now.
-During your time of the month, he’ll hold your hand and give you pain medicine. He’ll wipe your tears if the pain gets too much to handle. He’s also very protective of you during the week and keeps Saeyoung away from you.

MariChat May Day5: Captain’s Log (The Baton)

Okay, so I haven’t written fanfiction in a while. A LONG WHILE. And I’ve been sucked into reading Miraculous Fanfic since January, which means I’ve been holding out. So bear with me okay? For @baneismydragon  ‘s MariChat May Collab

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Marinette steeples her fingers as she leans across her desk, keeping her gaze stolidly forward as to not stare at the object just inches from her elbows. Her fingers rest at eye height causing her to focus on how light plays on her fingers, the translucency of skin and how she can probably play around dyeing fabric to simulate the watercolor-esque beauty of light and life. Alya would look perfect in the dress, Marinette adds, anything to keep her gaze from slipping. Anything to keep her mind from drifting to…

Chat.

Ugh. It’s too late now; Marinette should just embrace it like Tikki said. She feels Tikki’s worried buzz a foot or so away, taking slow, quiet bites from her plate of cookies to give her some peace.  It’s not working.

She leans forward, cupping her face in her hands and lets out a muffled groan.

“Can my yo-yo do this?” She breathes, jerking back as she grabs hold of Chat’s baton. In. Out. In. Out. She has to remind herself to keep breathing; otherwise, she’ll panic, then things will spiral out of control and turn into a mess.

“Of course!” Tikki chirps. “But it’s not like you need it. You already keep a diary with a lock of your own creation! You don’t need magic to keep your secrets safe.” She beams proudly at Marinette, and her charge tries to get a sense of relief.

“But why does Chat have one?” The question is damning for Marinette. When she hears the words escape her voice, she feels the sob clawing at her throat, she hates the threat and demand that tightens her vocal chords. The sound of it scares her, so she tries to play it off with a laugh. “I mean, what dumb boy keeps a diary?”

“Not all Chat Noir’s keep a diary, Marinette, but it’s asked that they do.” Tikki sets aside her cookie and floats to Marinette’s side. She sits just on top of the computer, forcing the young hero to lift her gaze.

“Why?” Marinette asks again, gripping the metal too tight, her gaze once again fixed on the glowing paw.

“Because he’s Chat Noir,” Tikki says as if that should explain it all.

“And they only do as they’re told?” Marinette is on her feet, kicking back her chair and glaring at Tikki. “Or because he’s bad luck and – and – and all he can do is ju-just wait for something bad to happen to him?”

Tikki cocks her head to the side, staring at Marinette with a vague curiosity. The hero knows this look; it’s the look Tikki gives when she’s about to throw out some ancient god history-information-whatever that Marinette should have known the moment she put on the earrings.

“Where do you think your luck comes from?” Tikki asks, folding her arms across her lap. It’s a calm question, one that lines itself with a quiet threat as if to say, ‘do not blame this on me.’

“You give it.” Marinette waves one hand. “I have it.” She waves the other. “I don’t know!”

“There’s a reason Chat Noir and Ladybug fight side by side together. They are a balance of creation and destruction, good luck and bad, give and take. You are equals in that sense. You both take what is given. Chat Noir’s gladly give their luck to those who need it more. They willingly take the bad because they believe in their hearts their purpose is to weather the pain. Ladybugs take luck in whatever form it comes in and throw away the bad because they know their luck will help others. Ladybugs are all about helping others.” Tikki soothes as if knowing this is supposed to be a comfort.

“How do I stop it?” Marinette asks. “I don’t want him taking it from me. We’re a team; we have an equal luck of each kind.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Marinette.”

“Then how does it work?” She snaps, throwing her arms out wildly. The baton slips from her hand and clatters to the ground. It pops open, showing a green screen with a list of numbers and time stamps.

“Whoah! What’s this?” Marinette freezes, hearing Chat Noir’s voice comes from the baton now rolling under her chaise. “Star Date–no–Captain’s Log…”

She dives for it, skidding on her rug. She hears his recorded laugh and finds the wind knocked out of her. She no longer has the strength to move.

“Okay, okay,” He chuckles some minutes later, causing her breath to hitch. “Log three. And I want to say this super important thing before I forget: My Lady made a pun. Not just any pun. She managed three puns in a single sentence! That’s practically im-paw-sible!” He laughs. “I think she’s warming up to this cat. I can see it meow, Chat Noir and Ladybug getting married under the Eiffel Tower!”

“Sap.” Marinette glares at the floor, curling into herself. She knows, in the beginning, the logs are short. They’re mere seconds and glimpses of moments long forgotten. She knows there are hundreds of entries in his baton and most of them are locked. She suspects those recordings have mentions of his civilian life. She wants to know more about him, but there’s a reason Chat Noir’s locked the file. There’s a reason why her diary is sealed in its box right now.

“Dear Diary,” Chat Noir says with a lovesick sigh. Marinette’s lip twitches into a scowl. She’s listened to this recording half a dozen times. “I’ve teamed up with Marinette again today and let’s just say; she’s a very bad actress. Or good, depending on how you see it.” He laughs. “So get this, she’s been acting. ACTING like she thinks I’m this super grand hero–which by the way, I am, no need to tell you that–and it’s kind of a bummer, really. Sure, I have fans, but the first few times I partnered with Marinette, she seemed to be my fan. Not ‘oh I love Ladybug and Chat Noir but mostly Ladybug!’ It was about me.”

He sighs before forcing out a laugh. “And yeah I know, it sounds narcissistic that I was excited over a fan that liked me more than Ladybug but you have to understand: Marinette doesn’t really talk to me. Not in civilian form. I’m worried she might hate me. In my normal life, she gives away her time and attention like it doesn’t cost her anything like she has all of it and then some to spare. And-“ He laughs again. “I know she doesn’t. She’s always running late for things or caught up in an Akuma attack or doing this or that. But when she’s with someone she’s there, nothing can make her move. And sure she talks about Ladybug but only when her friend Alya forces the issue. She’ll talk about me in a heartbeat.

“So I was glad, thinking she was mine. My-my fan, I mean. It turns out; she’s an Adrien fan. A BIG Adrien fan. I saw the hearts doodled on the posters.” Marinette can imagine his Cheshire grin and wants to smack it off his face. “She has no room for a poor stray like me.” He swoons. “Anyway, she dropped the act the moment I commented on her doodles. Who knew Marinette could be so sassy?” He laughs. “She reminds me a bit of My Lady with that attitude. I kind of like honest Marinette but I might ask her to pretend to be my fan, her swooning needs a bit of work.” He cackles before the recording abruptly moves to the next file.

Heavy breathing. Marinette grips the short fibers of her rug as tight as possible between his fingers. Chat curses from somewhere beneath her chaise. “Ah-“ He hisses. “Crap. No, wait, I shouldn’t curse but damn this stings.” He heaves a heavy breath. “I thought the magic prevents us from getting hurt. I thought this suit was practically bomb proof.” He hisses. Marinette can hear the sound of his baton sticking to rooftops and extending. He curses again. “Dad’s going to kill me. My Lady’s going to kill me. I shouldn’t have tried to do this on my own.” He whimpers.

The baton hits something metal; then there’s a grunt and crash, the tinkling of pottery breaking as Chat groans and hisses. “Ow.” He repeats over and over.

“Who’s there?” Marinette squeezes her eyes tight as she hears herself on the recording. “Chat?” She hesitates. “Chat!” Marinette can remember that night. Chat had been clutching his side “Oh my god, you’re bleeding. I thought the magic–”

“So did I.” Chat wheezed. Marinette remembers that day so many months ago. She pulled him through the trapdoor and resting him on her bed that he got blood all over her sheets, which she later explained as a ‘time of the month’ mishap to her maman. She bandaged him, brought him food and water and let him rest in her bed. She sat at the foot of it for the longest time, just watching over his pained sleeping form.

The following recordings are a series of highs and lows. There are moments he’s never been happier to be Chat Noir and moments he’s injured in some shape or form, crawling to her house.

“I’m not a real doctor you know.” She hears herself grumble in one of the recordings. It’s her only real complaint when he comes needing a field dressing; she can’t give him the proper care he needs.

“You’re purrfect, Princess. I’ll be the Cat’s Meow come morning; I just need a little glue holding me together until then.” Chat hums.

The next recording starts out quiet. Marinette knows it’s been months since his first injury and this one. If she strains her ears, she can hear the chatter of the streets and honking of cars below. She thinks she can hear Chat breathe. “Okay,” He says in a breath followed by the awkward scrambling sound of his baton being moved. There’s an ache in his voice, something painful that draws out the words slowly. “Tonight’s been,” He hesitates, “full of discoveries. I just found out some news from Plagg and something else.

“I guess I’ll start with the easiest bit: I like Marinette.” Marinette’s breath hitches in her throat again; she’s replayed this part too many times to count. “And I still love Ladybug. That’s complicated,” He scoffs, “all of this is complicated. She’s pretty, beautiful even, did I ever tell you that? And it’s not just physical, though that doesn’t hurt, she has a beautiful personality? Soul? She’s just all around beautiful. I’ve been visiting her for a while now: before patrol, after patrol, after attacks, even if I’m not injured. She’s always there, and we can talk about anything, which is a change from both my lives.” He sighs a little dreamily. “You should see her when we talk, her eyes lock onto me, and they don’t look away, and then I can’t look away. Her eyes have, like, a million shades of blue. How’s that possible?” He’s silent for a three count before he whispers, “I don’t know what to do.

“And then there’s what Plagg told me.” Chat groans, his voice slightly muffled, no doubt dragging a hand across his face in a moment Marinette is forced to imagine. “There’s a reason I’ve been getting hurt in the suit. It’s partially Hawkmoth’s fault, part Kwamii ‘nature of the beast,’ part my own stubbornness.

“I take bad luck. I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is. That’s okay; My Lady needs all the luck in the world to save Paris. I’m already pretty lucky outside the suit, a little extra bad luck won’t kill me,” He exhales sharply as a worried tone creeps in,“will it?” Another pause and he seems almost back to normal.

“Anyway, what with Hawkmoth akumatizing people like crazy lately- five in one day, who does that- My Lady’s been needing some extra luck to finish those battles, which means extra bad luck comes my way, which weakens the suit. Plagg said it doesn’t always happen; some Chat Noir’s never have to go through this, it just depends on how much we have to fight.” He sighs, and Marinette can imagine him running a clawed hand through his hair. She curls around herself even tighter because if he were beside her, she’d be hugging him and making stupid promises of never letting go.

“We have to find Hawkmoth,” Chat says, suddenly determined. “If I do that then the bad luck won’t affect as much. I can still be Chat Noir, Ladybug won’t be worried about me, and I can still be around Marinette. Sound like a plan? Great.”

The following logs are more professional, dates, times, and coordinates of places he checked for Hawkmoth’s lair. He mentions briefly if he’s been injured or if he’s visited Marinette.

“I think I know what home feels like.” Chat tells the recorder. He grunts occasionally, and Marinette knows he’s jumping across rooftops. The background noise is minimal, something she’s timed perfectly to the early morning. “I guess I’ve forgotten since my Mom disappeared. Damn, this is a beautiful morning, should I go back and wake her? I really want Marinette to see this.

“It’s, ah, December third, six thirty in the morning and the sunrise is amazing. I’ve, um, just left Marinette’s place,” He laughs awkwardly, and Marinette can just see him reaching to rub the back of his neck out of nervousness. “Last night I got injured more than usual.” His voice is a steadier, which tells her he’s stopped leaping around. “It was awful,” He admits, “And Marinette patched me up, but I wasn’t in any condition to leave so she let me sleep in her bed, like always. This time was different than always. There was the usual stuff; I kept the suit on because Plagg speeds up the healing, I slept on the right side of the bed, against the wall. I wasn’t sleeping, not really. I was in too much pain for that. So Marinette decides to crawl under the covers with me. She tells me stories of her time with Alya or helping her parents in the bakery, petting my head and holding my hand. She reminds me of my mom when I was sick. Mom used to lay in bed with me even though I was coughing up a storm. She was just there for me, like Marinette, and I realize,” He lets out a wistful sigh, “I haven’t felt this good in really long time.”

Another pause before he rushes out, “Also I purred sometime in the middle of that, so that’s…new. I guess it’s going to be a thing now…”

“Oh Kitten,” Marinette manages a smile, lifting her gaze high enough to see the glowing green baton beneath the chaise. She’ll have to move to get it, but she still can’t find the strength.

“December twenty-first,” Chat huffs. “I’ve been at this for hours, and there hasn’t been a single sighting of Ladybug. I’m tailing Juanita Million to see where she goes next, but there’s no point in attacking if Ladybug isn’t here to help fix everything. Hawkmoth needs to work on his puns: Juanita Million-One in a Million, how can he come up with something so terrible? And princess calls my puns bad.” He makes a couple of quiet jumps before continuing.

“Juanita Million is sort of like Reflecta. She’s changing everyone to look like crystal versions of herself. It’s kind of creepy, really. When she first started attacking she went on a super long villain monolog about how the boy she liked thought she was one of the guys? Or he couldn’t really see her? Or that she was really plain? I don’t know; if I’m honest, I was too busy avoiding her rays to pay attention. No way am I getting stuck in heels again.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle at that.

“Long evil rant short, she’s turning people into crystal reflections of her so she can she can shine bright like a diamond? Or that she’ll be the one to stand out? Again, my attention span was not there.”

“Chat!” Marinette hears her voice faintly over the recording. “Chat Noir! Over here!” She remembers waving at Chat from street level as he bounded from rooftop to rooftop. He was confused at first, seeing an akumatized victim, features faceted in crystal actively searching him out rather than hiding.

“Princess!” Chat yelps. “Princess, did you get caught?”

“What kind of dumb question is that, Chat?” Past Marinette grumbles. “I got transformed into glass, and now I’m constantly being blinded by light being reflected off of me.”

“Well, you sure do light up my life.”

“Chaaatt,” She groans. “I can’t decide if that pun is still better than Juanita Million.”

Chat scoffs. “It’s at least a few Kilowatts better.”

“Chat!”

“Yes, Princess?” He asks sweetly, Marinette hears her past self sigh.

“I don’t think Ladybug’s coming anytime soon; I’m worried she got hit in her civilian form-”

“Like you?”

“Like me.” Past Marinette confirms. “I did overhear Juanita saying only true love’s kiss can break the spell. It was something along the lines of, true love will recognize you in whatever form you’re in.”

“Hey, I’m de-lighted to say I recognized you immediately! That watt to count for something!”

“I’m going to be stuck in this form forever!” Past Marinette continues as if she never heard him. “I mean, what if Adrien doesn’t recognize me? And what? I’ll have to ask him? Without stuttering and flailing and going ‘uh-buh-good-Adrien-noon-after!’ It would be a miracle if I could even manage a ‘Kiss me, if you want to live!’ but that sounds way too Terminator and–”

“Can I act as his stand-in?” Chat asks. “I-I mean it’s worth a shot. I recognized you out of all the other victims, that’s worth something, right?”

“I–” She hesitates. “I don’t know. I guess? Just one little kiss?” 

“Princess,” Chat laughs, “I’m not some frog claiming to be a prince. I’ll have you know I am a cat of the highest pedigree!”

“You still seem like an alleycat to me.” She huffs.

“Meow-ch, Princess! That hurts! It’s just one kiss. If nothing happens then, no harm done, but when you do change back, the only thing you’ll be blinded by is my stunning beauty.”

“Kitty, don’t get full of yourself. It’s just a kiss. Let’s just get it over with, okay?”

There’s silence for what seems like a lifetime to Marinette. She remembers what happened. Kissing him while he wasn’t under Dark Cupids control was different. He was hesitant and unsure, unable to decide if he wanted a quick kiss as promised or something more. But there was electricity, Marinette felt it too, tingling down to her toes. She expected the world to shift beneath her, she tried to blame it on turning back but her eyes were closed, and she had no way of knowing if that was true. He seemed to be searching for something in her, and she had found herself searching too, holding him tight in an attempt to stay upright as his arms pulled her closer and closer.

“Oh,” Past Marinette is the first to break the kiss and the silence that follows. She is breathless and panting.

“Oh.” Chat Noir agrees. “Hey,” His voice cracks a little. “You’re back to your beautiful old self.” A pause Marinette remembers was filled with well-meaning gazes. “You should-uh-hide. Don’t want you turning back again. Who knows if-um- t-true love’s kiss works-uh- a second time.”

“R-right! I’ll, um, just go hide, then.” Pounding footsteps drifts away from the recorder.

“Crap!” Chat Noir hisses. “It’s still recording! Well, uh, I guess cat’s out of the bag. I kissed Marinette.” A pause, “Now how am I gonna explain that to Ladybug?”

Two entries pass, more of the same boring professionalism of previous entries, though there’s a clear lack of mention of whether or not he visited Marinette’s. She knows he didn’t. She waited up every night waiting for him to knock on her trapdoor.

“It’s um, it’s-it’s,” Chat sounds choked up. “It’s December twenty-fourth. It’s the day my Mom went missing. I don’t really remember how it happened and it really hasn’t been that long. She was just gone Christmas day. They assume she went missing the night before. My father’s already moping in front of her portrait. He’ll be there for hours. He’ll remember me some time after lunch tomorrow. That’s… okay, I think? People all have their own way of coping, and that’s my father’s. I just wish we could; I don’t know, cope together. Instead of losing one parent I feel like I’ve lost both and I know that’s not okay.” He sniffles and then heaves a heavy breath. “I’m, I’m going to go patrol. Hawkmoth attacked with four Akuma’s yesterday, and I didn’t have time to visit Marinette. Um, well, who knows what he’s planning. He might akumatize someone again over Christmas, and no one should have a miserable holiday.” He sighs and then mutters, “Even me.”

“Okay,” Chat lets out a hurried whisper as the next recording begins. “Okay, okay, okay. It’s um, damn, what is it again? Oh! It’s Christmas day!” He cheers. “And, I might be skinned alive by my father any minute, and that’s fine. One of my nine lives can handle it.” He laughs. “Still terrified though, that’s why I’m running back now. It’s – ah – early afternoon. I spent the night at Marinette’s place, again. Didn’t mean to, she was on her balcony last night, and she looked so cute, and I wanted to hash out what happened with Juanita Million, and then we talked and talked and oh! She gave me a Christmas present! It’s a green scarf, and it’s so soft and warm. And of course, I forgot to get her a Christmas gift, so I panicked and kissed her. That went on for a while…” He breathes. “We stayed up playing board games after that, let me just say: Princess is a sore loser. Meow-ch. Needless to say, this valiant knight calmed her down with a series of kisses. It was downright heroic of me to do so. Anyway, Mr. Dupain finds us in the morning, both of us having fallen asleep in the middle of a card game and invited me for breakfast. It was paw-some. It was like being part of a family. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng kept feeding me, Marinette goaded her Dad into a round of Ultimate Mecha Strike III. It was great. I lost track of time, and well, here I am, trying to make it back to my room before Father realizes I’m gone. Maybe I can sneak back to Marinette’s later…”

Marinette’s trapdoor creaks open, causing her gaze to drift from the glowing paw to the pale hand flipping the door to the floor. A blonde mop of messy hair slowly comes into view followed by the biggest, dorkiest, and darkest sunglasses she’s ever seen. Maman must have bought those for a costume contest because they’re unmistakably feminine and does not belong to its current wearer.

Chat Noir takes slow steps up the stairs to her room, dressed in Tom’s oversized sweater and pants, he looks like a kitten bundled in blankets. Marinette can see the bruises on his cheeks, the cut on his forehead and the bandages peeking out of his collar. A small little black cat sits on his shoulder, nuzzling into the dark blue sweater.

“January eleventh,” Past Chat’s voice echoes through the room, causing current Chat to stiffen on his way up. “Marinette and I are dating now. I think. I did ask her, but she didn’t really give me a response. All she said is that it’d be hard with me in costume all the time. But then we made out for an hour, so I think we’re okay.” Marinette stares at present Chat, feeling her cheeks warm. “And I think it has to be this way for a while. I don’t think Ladybug will appreciate me revealing my identity to a civilian when we don’t even know each other. Marinette probably would have said yes to my alter ego, but I can’t justify it when she has all those Adrien posters on her wall. She has a crush on a celebrity, a mask of some kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I’m the one who’s honest with her, and I’m glad she likes me, the real me.”

Present Chat crawls on his knees, closing the trap door before joining her on the rug, lying far enough away that only their fingers touch.

“And yeah,” He huffs. “The irony is not lost on me. I wear a mask too. When the time comes to know who I am, Marinette will already know. No matter the name behind it, I’m still her kitten.” Past Chat Noir giggles as current Chat beams fondly. “She calls me kitten,” They say together. “Isn’t that cute?”

Marinette stares at Chat, feeling his gaze but unable to see his radiant green eyes behind those bug-eyed sunglasses. They skew to the side as he rests his head on the floor, his messy hair falling in waves with gravity.

“Shit,” Chat’s recorded curse causes Marinette’s eyes to widen. “Four Akumas in one day again. It’s, ah, n-nearly two in the morning. And it’s, it’s pretty bad. Before Hawkmoth was sending quantity over quality but it looks like he’s managed to get both this time around. I-crap-I was hit clear across the city from the last attack.” His teeth chatter between heavy breaths. “Crashed through two bridges before hitting a boat and falling into the Seine. The Seine, in the middle of winter, how cruel could this Akuma get? Anyway, the Ladybug cure came by maybe ten minutes ago? I don’t know, it’s fuzzy. Everything fuzzy. I remember they repaired the bridge and the boat but just skipped right over me. And that’s, I don’t know, whatever? You’d think a Ladybug would help a stray cat.” He coughs and breathes a wet rattling breath. “Oh man that hurts. I don’t know if I can even see straight. I hope Plagg’s driving this suit, I hope he goes to Marinette. I can’t,” He chokes on a breath, Marinette can hear the blatant pain. “I can’t just disappear on her. I can’t.” He whimpers.

Marinette scrambles for the baton and shuts it tight before past Chat can say another word. She knows there are a few more recordings after that, but she can’t bring herself to listen to them just yet. They’re too close to the present, too close to how Chat looks right now. She knows the most recent one is what she stopped yesterday when he collapsed on her rooftop on the verge of death.

Yesterday was awful. She can still remember the blood staining the terrace, much more than she thought a person could hold. Marinette remembers being frantic, that she clumsily dressed most of his wounds. When Chat passed out, Marinette transformed into Ladybug hoping to give him a miracle; and it worked, somehow, though she’s still not sure how. He was still in bad shape, but his wounds were closed enough that she could call for help from her Papa and Maman to bring Chat inside and treat him properly.

She had to explain why Chat was on her rooftop. Why he kept visiting, why he was getting hurt, and why he came to her of all people. Some questions she answered truthfully; the others she left unanswered, her distress the only thing they need to know.

“You’re out of your suit.” Marinette whispers, clutching the baton tightly to her chest. How can the baton still be here when his suit isn’t? Will it disappear the moment he touches it? She doesn’t want it to disappear; she needs to know what happens next, even though she’s afraid to find out.

“Your parents needed me out of the suit to patch up everything. I’ll change back soon,” Chat promises. “I’m just giving Plagg a little breather. He’s been trying to heal me all day.”

“And now I’m tired and starving.” The little black kwamii flops in Chat’s hair, raising a paw to his forehead. “Woe is me; I’ll never fix Ad-Chat Noir like this. There’s no Camembert in the entire building. I’m too weak to move!”

“Plagg!” Chat warns. “The Dupain-Chengs are nice enough to let us stay in their home. You could be more grateful.”

“I’d be more grateful if I had some cheese.” Plagg grumbles.

“You had some Brie. Besides, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng already said she’d get you some Camembert. It takes a bit to get to the store, so stop complaining.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle. Plagg abruptly lifts himself from Chat’s hair and narrows his eyes at her. “Something funny, Pinky?”

“Nothing,” She tries to suppress a giggle. “You’re, um, just like siblings. I, I don’t have any of my own but Alya and the twins, they’re like that all the time. You guys really like each other, huh?”

“This lovesick kitten?” Plagg makes a gagging noise. “It’s a miracle I even let him put on the ring.”

“Hey!” Chat protests.

“You gonna talk about the audio journal or what?” Plagg ignores Chat’s protest and floats away, no doubt to where Tikki’s hiding. He says this on purpose, Marinette thinks, to steal away time with the other Kwami and layer the young heroes in thick tension.

She stares at the obnoxious sunglasses, feeling his firm gaze. She doesn’t know where to start. She wants to tell him her identity, wants to promise she’ll stop turning into Ladybug so he can keep his luck. But that’s a stupid argument waiting to happen, she doesn’t want to give up being Ladybug, and he definitely won’t let her.

Marinette wants to lecture him about being reckless when he knows he’ll get hurt. Then again, Ladybug has forced those moments more than a few times.

She wants to hold him, but he’s hurt.

She wants to kiss him, but his lips are split in a few places.

Marinette wants to tell him she loves him but he might not believe her. Not with the adrenaline high of him almost dying and the Adrien pictures she still hasn’t taken down. Not with Tikki hiding somewhere nearby.

“I’m scared,” Those two words slip past as tears break free. “Chat,” Marinette whispers. “Chat,” She sobs. “How can – and you – please don’t – I mean, just be – ”

Marinette doesn’t know what to say.

“Hey,” He whispers, calm and soothing as ever. “I’m here, see?” He reaches out, his fingers brushing her cheek. Oh. She’s never touched his bare hand before. She expects claws and cool material, not manicured nails and feverish skin. “We’re okay.”

“No, you’re not.” She chokes out thickly, rubbing furiously at her tears.

“I’m a superhero,” He says it like that’s supposed to assure her. “We all come with tragic backstories, it’s a membership fee.” Marinette scoffs. 

“I agreed to this life, Princess.” He tells her. “I want to do this.”

“I want you to stay with me.” She sobs.

“I am with you.” Chat promises. “There’s nothing scary in that baton, Marinette. Everything that’s on there is gone. It’s over. I’m here right now.” He shifts, hissing as it aggravates something as he pulls Marinette into his arms. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“It’s plenty to worry about, Chat! Do you even hear yourself?”

“No, I don’t.” He admits quietly. “I make those entries, and that’s that.”

“Chat,” Marinette starts and stops as Chat holds her tight, burying his nose into her neck and purring, his last ditch effort to soothe away any pain they both feel.

“Play it, Princess.” He whispers into her back between purrs. “We’ll get through this together.”

RFA Boys When MC Tells Them She’s Pregnant

Yoosung

  • He’s online playing LOLOL after a long day at his clinic
  • He doesn’t really have a chance to do this often
  • VVV excited to talk to his guildmates after a long time
  • MC taps him on the shoulder
  • “I need to tell you something”
  • Looks kinda nervous
  • She doesn’t know how he’s gonna react
  • He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen and tells her to go ahead
  • “It’s really important”
  • Good Husband™ Mode activates and he tells his guildmates to cover for him
  • Forgets to mute his mic
  • When he hears he’s so happy!!!!
  • like extremely!!!!
  • His guildmates hear too
  • and you can hear them cheering for him through his headphones
  • “Way to go Yoosung!” “You did good, bro!”
  • And some innuendos you chose to ignore
  • Such a happy guy tbh
  • Gonna be such a great father
  • He likes to cook meals for you now
  • Also, likes to hug you from behind and rest his hands on your baby bump when you start to show
  • in love with hugging you from behind when you sleep too
  • he’s just so enamoured with you and everything that you are now
  • because you’re! The! Mother! Of! His! Child!
  • His mind is just blown by this concept
  • And he just loves that idea and everything that it is
  • you’ve made something great
  • Kisses you and the baby, even before you start to show, goodnight every night

Jumin

  • Honestly, he’s not all that surprised
  • Knew exactly what he was getting himself into ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Wants to get MC the best care
  • Insists that you gets the 10/10 of all prenatal vitamins
  • Even though you can eat certain foods in moderation, like fish and caffeine
  • NO
  • NO FISH
  • NO CAFFEINE
  • “But, babe, I can have a little bit! C’mon I love sushi…”
  • “Nope.”
  • Nothing to risk the wellbeing of his child
  • Puts a picture of the ultrasound on his desk so no one hits on him bc that’s a bother
  • Constantly updates it every time MC gets another one
  • You better bet the maternity pics are 10/10
  • And don’t forget Elizabeth the 3rd
  • becomes vvv attached to MC’s bump and sits with her 95% of the time
  • Jumin has lunch with MC whenever possible
  • Always asking how you’re doing and if you so much as complains about something he gets it fixed
  • Feet hurt?
  • Shoes with memory foam insoles and stay in bed
  • Head hurts?
  • Requests tea(caffeine free ofc) and also rest
  • And also bet that MC is looking 100 all the time with her maternity clothes
  • He’s also 100000% more affectionate with you even though he surely never lacked affection before??? because you’ve MADE A PERSON
  • and he thinks that’s amazing
  • Stays home as much as possible during the last month bc he doesn’t want to miss the baby’s birth POOR JAEHEE

Zen

  • SO!! HAPPY!!
  • Announces it to the fans after the first trimester has passed bc he wants to make sure nothing unexpected happens and after MC starts to show
  • THE FANS
  • They ship it so hard
  • I mean they’re married
  • but cutest married celeb couple ever tbh
  • He has a thing for MC’s stomach now
  • Once she starts to show he loves to rest his hand on it passively
  • Doesn’t even notice
  • But you secretly love it
  • You notice he becomes a LOT more protective of you
  • “Babe, be careful”
  • “Please don’t fall~”
  • Does all the heavy lifting
  • Likes to read aloud too
  • Mostly his scripts
  • Loves to sing to the baby from the day he finds out too, even though it can’t hear until week 18 I did hella research for this guys appreciate it
  • Sometimes MC complains about how she looks
  • Not on his watch
  • Thinks she looks 10000000% gorgeous
  • And makes sure she knows
  • “You know, they say a woman looks more beautiful after she’s been loved” OH MY GOD KRYS STOP BEING SUCH ANIME TRASH
  • That was a “Say I Love You” quote, btw
  • Their kid is gorgeous of course I mean You’re gorgeous
  • He’s gorgeous
  • Kid is gorgeous
  • Simple math
  • Also likes to kiss the baby bump
  • “The baby can feel my love, MC, okay?”

Saeyoung

  • Tbh, he’s a little scared
  • Scratch that, a lot scared
  • Don’t get me wrong, he’s ecstatic
  • but also scared
  • He didn’t grow up in a good home
  • And he doesn’t want to be that kind of parent
  • “What if I’m not a good father??”
  • “What if I mess up?”
  • “What If I drop it? Oh my god, MC WHAT IF I DROP IT??”
  • You just laugh, kiss him and assure him that he’ll be great
  • “You’re not like your parents, you’re so much better, and, hey, you have me to keep you on track.”
  • 10/10 needed to hear that
  • Nags you to eat more and aLWAYS ON TIME
  • “the baby needs more food than that”
  • “It’s only a month, Saeyoung! It doesn’t even have a stomach yet!”
  • He can’t wait tbh
  • He wants to take the best care of them because he wants to be everything to his child that his parents weren’t
  • Loves you SO! MUCH! More than he did before, even though that’s probably not even physically possible
  • Because hello??? His child is inside you?? You’re the mother of his child???
  • He protects you so much and makes sure you’re always safe totally nOT with a tracker on your sweater
  • Does SO MUCH research to make sure he never makes a mistake
  • Even though of course he’s going to
  • Everyone does???
  • And online shopping
  • BUILDS IT TOYS
  • Just like the robotic cat
  • Wants to teach it to code
  • He wants it to look more like you
  • “there can only be one person who looks like me in this world, and that’s me”
  • “Saeyoung you’re a twin”

-Krys

anonymous asked:

i know requests are closed but because ed sheeran's new album just came out could you write a niall blurb or something based on "new man"? i heard the song and thought the story behind it would be a really cool concept for someone to write, and i thought you would do a great job at it! love your work babes ❤

Niall pulled his phone away from his ear after hanging up with Callie.  She was coming, it was his birthday and she’d promised.  She was already an hour late, but she was coming.  Niall wasn’t about to hold his breath.  Since Callie had started dating Lucas they’d rarely seen each other anyway and he was hardly under any delusions that that would change simply because it was his birthday.  

Callie and Niall were something of an anomaly.  Niall had never shared a more intense or passionate connection with someone in his life than he had with Callie.  But his breakneck schedule with One Direction and her crippling fear of planes meant they hardly ever saw each other.  And when they did it was paparazzi and fan photos.  Callie couldn’t take it anymore.  So their year long relationship imploded with Callie telling him she could no longer handle the long distance thing through copious amounts of tears.

Niall wanted to talk her out of it.  But the thing was, he understood.  He knew asking her to wait around until his schedule cleared up was unfair even though he hoped she might anyway.  And for a year after their break up it seemed she was doing just that.  Until she met Lucas.

Lucas was kind of a tool.  It wasn’t that he wasn’t a nice guy, he was just…well…he was one of those people who tried way too hard to be cool and edgy.  He wouldn’t allow Niall to call him Luke even though Niall did anyway.  He was a total dude bro.  He hung out at the gym  more than anywhere else on the planet.  He was always carrying some kind of green concoction in a Blender bottle and he was always talking about macros.  

Since Callie had started dating Lucas the little pudge around her hips that Niall always loved grabbing onto both in and out of the bedroom was gone.  She drank more water now than beer, which annoyed Niall to no end.  She posted more selfies on Instagram about “transformation Tuesday” than anything else.  She was like one of those annoying, perky people who was always talking about running being “cleansing”.  Cleansing for what, Niall had no idea.  The only time he ever ran was if something was chasing him.

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That Time of The Month (Pledis - Hwang Minhyun)

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You groaned and opened your eyes when  your phone ringed, “Hello?” you sighed and received the call, not bothering to check who is it, “Love?” Minhyun’s voice can be heard from the other line, “Yes Minhyun, what’s wrong?” your body tossed to the side, you looked at the time, 5 P.M.

“I’m in front of your door right now…” he said, you bolted from your bed to the door and opened it, your boyfriend was standing there with two bags of groceries, “What… Let me help you,” you took one of the bag and closed the door.

You placed the groceries in the kitchen as Minhyun took off his jacket, “What did you buy? There’s so many food in here…” looking inside the bag, there are pasta, meat, other ingredients and even ice cream, “Well, since yesterday you said that you’re not fit enough to go out, I decided to just cook for you tonight,” he smiled whilst putting on an apron.

Yesterday, Minhyun asked you to go trying a new restaurant nearby, but since it’s your ‘that time of the month’, you told him that you can’t go out and will take a rest at home instead.

“And since you always eat a lot at ‘that time of the month’,” he made a quotation mark, “I will cook lots of food, and we can eat together,” he grinned, you smiled and hugged him, “Aww thank you, I’ll help you,”

“No,” he made you sat down, and wiggling his fingers, “You only need to sit down and eat. I’ll cook, I’ll wash the dishes, and then we can eat the ice cream while cuddling and watching movies okay?” he give your lips a light peck and grinned, “I’ll brew you a tea first and you can take a bath, now shoo shoo!” he pushed you outside the kitchen.


“What did I do to deserve you?” you sighed when Minhyun feed you the ice cream, both of you are cuddling up in front of the TV with your back leaning on his chest. He chuckled and decided to turn the TV off, feeding you another spoonful of strawberry ice cream, “Maybe you’ve saved a country in the past?” you laughed and hit his chest lightly, “Be serious!!”

“But really, thank you for coming and did all of these…” you smiled, “Anything for you, Love.” he patted your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss.

60 Day Weight Loss Challenge

Going to be doing this because why not?

Day one: How tall are you, what do you currently weigh, and what do you hope to weigh after the 60 days? (Be realistic).
Day two: What is your MAIN reason for wanting to lose weight? (Be honest.)
Day three: Do you count calories? What is your daily calorie goal/allowance?
Day four: Do you work out? How many times a week?
Day five: Is there any specific event you want to lose the weight for?
Day six: Have you ever been overweight or underweight?
Day seven: Do your friends and family know you are trying to lose weight?

Week Two!
Weekly challenge: Get organised! Try to plan tomorrow’s meal the night before.

Day eight: Name 5 things you like about your body (you can do it) and the one body part you’d like to change the most.
Day nine: What is your favourite food, healthy or unhealthy.
Day ten: Do you eat breakfast? What do you usually have?
Day eleven: What are your family’s eating habits like?
Day twelve: What are your friend’s eating habits like?
Day thirteen: Is your diet ever negatively influenced by your friends? Do they pressure/tempt you to eat unhealthy food?
Day fourteen: Do you ever allow yourself a “rest day” from exercise or a “cheat day” from your diet?

Week three!
Weekly challenge: Add an extra 30 minutes to each work out this week, or if you weren’t going to work out at all one day, work out for 30 minutes!

Day fifteen: What is your favourite kind of exercise?
Day sixteen: Have you ever missed a work out just because you couldn’t be bothered?
Day seventeen: Have you ever been called fat? Or skinny?
Day eighteen: Do you have to eat any meals with your family? Are they for or against your diet?
Day nineteen: Have you ever lied to avoid eating something?
Day twenty: Do you binge? How often and what triggers it?
Day twenty-one: Do you listen to music when you work out?

Week four!
Weekly challenge: Switch up your diet. Try one fruit and one vegetable you’ve never tried before, and learn how to cook a new healthy meal.

Day twenty-two: Are you generally smaller or larger than your friends?
Day twenty-three: Do you feel that your weight holds you back socially?
Day twenty-four: Is losing weight one of your top priorities in life?
Day twenty-five: Do you ever eat fast food?
Day twenty-six: Do you drink alcohol? What do you generally drink?
Day twenty-seven: Does shark week make you hungrier than usual, and do you allow yourself to eat more at this time of the month?
Day twenty-eight: Are there any foods or drinks that you have completely banned yourself from consuming, or do you believe in everything in moderation?

Week five!
Weekly challenge: Go and buy yourself a nice item of clothing one size too small, hang it somewhere visible. Think about how good it will feel when you can fit it!

Day twenty-nine: What is your current weight? Have you lost, gained, or maintained your weight since day one?
Day thirty: Do you have rewards for reaching goal weight? What are they?
Day thirty-one: What are your favourite healthy snacks?
Day thirty-two: What is your weakness/one food you just can’t say no to?
Day thirty-three: Will you continue to count calories once you reach your ultimate goal weight?
Day thirty-four: Will you continue with the same exercise routine once you reach your ultimate goal weight?
Day thirty-five: Do you mainly do cardio, strength training, or both?

Week six!
Weekly challenge: Focus on one area of your body (eg. Arms/abs) and work hard on it every day of the week, I bet you’ll see a difference after 7 days!

Day thirty-six: What’s one item of clothing you’d like to wear after losing weight?
Day thirty-seven: What do you wear when you go swimming/to the beach?
Day thirty-eight: What do you generally order if you have to eat out at a restaurant?
Day thirty-nine: What has been the hardest thing you’ve had to give up?
Day forty: Have you gained weight at any point of your journey? How did this effect you?
Day forty-one: Do you drink tea or coffee?
Day forty-two: What is the meaning of life? Just kidding. If you feel happy with the way your body looks before you reach your ultimate goal weight, will you continue to try and lose weight, or will you aim to maintain?

Week 7!
Weekly challenge: Aim to have a completely “clean food” week, avoid all processed food!

Day forty-three: Apart from weight loss, have you noticed any other benefits from your healthy diet?
Day forty-four: Do you drink green tea? (If you don’t you should. Seriously.)
Day forty-five: Who is your main inspiration to lose weight? Not a celebrity, someone from real life.
Day forty-six: Do you have a favourite motivational quote?
Day forty-seven: Have you ever come close to giving up? What made you change your mind?
Day forty-eight: Did you start losing weight before making your blog?
Day forty-nine: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done in an attempt to lose weight?

Week 8!
Weekly challenge: Treat yourself. You’ve come so far already! Even if you haven’t lost any weight, you deserve to treat yourself for not giving up. Paint your nails, go shopping, go to a movie, get your hair done, anything that makes you feel good about yourself!

Day fifty: What’s the most calories you’ve consumed in one day? Why?
Day fifty-one: What’s the least calories you’ve consumed in one day? Why?
Day fifty-three: What’s something you’ve done to make yourself proud?
Day fifty-four: Can you see any noticeable changes in your body?
Day fifty-five: Do you believe this is a lifestyle change, and you will be able to continue with a healthy, active lifestyle for the rest of your life?
Day fifty-six: What have you enjoyed most about your weight loss journey?
Day fifty-seven: What is your current weight? Have you lost any weight since day one?