#but i’ve gone for sushi too

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

speaking of first date discourse like dinner (and a movie) has been the classic first date for like a century basically. and for good reason. the movie helps break the ice - you can enjoy each other’s company initially, then have something right off the bat to talk about at dinner. but even dinner alone - you’re facing each other with minimal distractions, but in a very public place. it’s a perfect environment for talking and getting to know the other person, but pressure is taken off because eating and drinking inherently requires periods of silence. the act of purveying the menu and ordering itself promotes conversation, as does the ambience and the location of the restaurant itself. and then there’s a third party (the waiter) that can also be a topic of conversation but who more importantly is always reappearing, which further takes pressure off. then, if you’re really hitting it off, you can order dessert. post-meal coffee is a cultural norm in some places as well. and then if you’re still wanting to spend time together you can go for a walk (another cultural norm in many places). and it’s nighttime so if you want to have sex, it’s easier to segue…..it’s a classic for a reason………

#now me personally #i suggest drinks when meeting a hinge guy #but i’ve gone for sushi too #in my three first dates. i’ve gone drinks twice and lunch/early dinner once #and the sushi was his idea

[dietmtdewbabynewyorkcity]

HOW I’VE BEEN SUCESSFULLY LOSING WEIGHT: Notes from a former binge eater ♥️

*this guide is to show how ~I~ do things and offer advice on how to do it MY way. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do themselves harm. First off,

HEALTH IS WEALTH.

That being said.. this is literally the longest I’ve ever gone without bingeing. It’s just,,, easy this time. Once you get a feel of what it’s like to be skinny you just don’t crave junk as much anymore bc you KNOW it’s not worth it. The trick is to eat clean 90% of the time and allow your favorite treats 10% do the time. Fit them into your calorie limit!!! Here’s some personal favorites that have helped me lose like 20lbs in the past 2 months.

I tend to do one higher- calorie drink during the day (protein shake, Starbucks, etc) and one healthy filling but low cal meal and a sweet snack at the end of the night.

LOW CALORIE 90%

Mediterranean salad (~150): mixed greens, chopped bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, red onion. Little bit of feta cheese. Balsamic vinegar (not dressing or vinegarette!!!!) I don’t add meat but you could totally add chicken for low cal high protein choice. You could also add olives but I don’t fw them.

Chocolate Protein shakes from the gas station (loll). They’re 220 cal on average and a great treat. Strawberry one is good too.

SEAWEED SNACKS they’re literally 30-60 calories for a pack and kill my urge to eat chips!!! Please give them a try!

Soups. Soups that are already portioned and have the calorie amount posted. I add extra seasonings and spice to boost metabolism.

Coffee!! With almond milk and a little coffee creamer. It’s worth the calories if you want a coffee just make one it’s better than going to Starbucks.

Sushi: I’m vegetarian so I get an avocado and cucumber roll. It’s so good with fresh ginger and a little soy sauce. Sometimes I will be craving it allllllll day and have it as my OMAD so rewarding 🥹

Miso soup>>>>>> add tofu and seaweed and onions!! And mushrooms if you like them.

Monster Ultra energy drinks,,,, yeah I know they’re bad for you but I love them.

Fruits!!! I especially love strawberries, watermelon, cherries, blackberries, pineapple and mangoes.

TREATS 10%

Trail mix: dried cherries, pecans, walnuts, pistachios, cashews. High in calories but perfect for killing hunger. High protein keeps you full and muscles strong, high healthy fats will keep your hair and skin and nails beautiful.

Chocolates: SMALL PORTIONS. if you can’t eat just eat a piece without bingeing, do NOT buy a big bag. what I do is I buy a bar of whatever chocolate I’m craving for my bf and we share it piece by piece. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white, hazelnut, with coffee beans, with toffee, fruits, chocolate is the best thing ever 🍫

Starbucks! My fav drinks are matcha lattes (hot/iced), iced white chocolate mocha, caramel macchiato, and occasionally a pumpkin spice latte. Peppermint mochas on the holidays. Oat milk always

Baked goods. Same deal as the chocolate, ONLY BUY THE PORTION YOURE GOING TO EAT. If you have been craving a croissant, go get one. One. Don’t buy a whole dozen of them. You will end up bingeing trust me. My favs are cinnamon rolls <3

Habits

I’m going to the gym!!! Consistently for the first time in my life. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Spend 30 min on the treadmill alternating between incline walking and easy paced jogging. Put on a YouTube video. Wear pink and bring a cute water bottle. You have to make an experience out of it! I stick to cardio and full body stretches plus ocasional (light) strength workouts w my bf.

I don’t drink anymore. Just 🍃. Alc is so high in sugar and carbs and it’s literally poison bro. I know it’s hard to stop but once you do you’ll feel so much better.

I rarely weigh myself. I’m at my bfs house all the time so I only step on my scale maybe 3 times a month. It’s been a game changer!!!

MINDSET

I practice mindfulness and speak kindly to myself. Basically sweetspo + affirmations to myself all the time.

Taking more pride in your appearance will also help motivate you. You think you’ll still want to binge after you took a full body shower, clean PJ’s or outfit, painted your nails, skincare and makeup done, whitened your teeth and lit a candle? No thanks.

Limit stupid, negative, useless media consumption. Watch things that have to do with your hobbies/ interests and your social media algorithms begin to kinda clean themselves up over time. My pages are all about exercise, study blogs, beauty tips and sciencey stuff. No more drama or celebrity nonsense. Cut down your following!!

Remember you only have one life on earth. You’re young and hot once. Don’t you want to grab this chance while you have it? Unfortunately your beauty is your currency especially as a woman, so if there’s anything I can do to give myself a better life I will. Losing just a few pounds of fat will make the craziest difference in ways you’d never expect. Free and discounted stuff. More people smile at you and listen to what you have to say. Both literal and figurative doors will be opened for you.Clothes fit better bc they’re more flattering when your body is fit and healthy. While it feels good to get validation from other people, the best part of it is looking in the mirror and feeling proud instead of ashamed. The inner confidence that comes from successful transformation………….there’s no other feeling that compares. If you know, you know. I’m just saying,, the choice is yours 🤷🏼‍♀️

#tw ana fast #ed bllog #tw ana shit #tw ed rant #tw restriction #ana rant #ana trigger #ed di3t #i will be thinner #thinspø #low cal food #recipies #low cal restriction #low cal diet #tw ana diary #anablr #anami4 #edtwitter #ed tings #ed not ed sheeran #tw edd #skinnni #tw thinspi #thinps0 #thin$po #dieta ana #pr0ana diet

[cozage]

Hi Coza.  How are you?  I’m so happy to see request open again!  Also wanted to let you know I LOVE The Daughter’s Return and the headcanon where some of the boys teach their partner how to fight!!!  Can I please have a Zoro x female reader, where the reader is saved by Zoro and joins the crew (idk what job or dream she has but it could be anything).  Zoro decides to teach her swordsmanship so she is able to defend herself.  I don’t know if any of that remotely makes sense.  But thank you and can’t wait to see it!! 💙🤍

A/N: HI FRIEND MISS YOU HOPE ALL IS WELL AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LOVELY DISH OF ZORO Characters: Zoro x fem reader CW: Illusion to some spicy activities but nothing crazy Total word count: 1.1k

Sword Skills

You would’ve died if that green haired swordsman hadn’t stopped those men in the alleyway. They had cornered you, and suddenly he appeared out of nowhere to save you. 

And then he was gone again, racing back the way he came.

“Hey! Let me repay you!” you shouted. “Please! You just saved my life!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the man said, still walking briskly away from you. “I just took out some trash.”

“Please!” you begged. “Let me repay you! I have a sushi restaurant, let me make you a meal!”

That made him stop. He looked back at you curiously. “Got any booze there?”

You nodded. “Please, let me try and repay my debt.”

He sighed dramatically, but he turned and walked to you. “Lead the way.”

Ten hours later, he was still sitting in your shop. You had closed down early and the two of you had exchanged stories and laughed the entire night away. 

“It sounds like you have amazing adventures,” you said wistfully. “I wish I could do something that exciting.”

“Join our crew,” Zoro offered casually, taking another swig of alcohol.

You gave a dry laugh. “I couldn’t do that!”

“What’s keeping you here?”

You didn’t have an answer. You had no family, the job you worked was menial, and even the place you lived in was far too small for how much money you paid the owner. You had a few surface-level friends, but Zoro now knew more about you than any of your friends did. 

“I can’t fight,” you admitted. “I wouldn’t have anything to offer the crew.”

“Yeah right,” Zoro scoffed. “You can make sushi. You can prepare drinks. You can do plenty of things.”

“But I’d be a liability in fights. Which happens a lot in the pirate world.”

Zoro’s eye twitched in irritation. “You don’t have to be strong to be on our crew you know.”

“But I don’t know anything! Did you forget earlier today?”

Zoro clicked his tongue in disapproval, but he had to admit you were right. “Fine. I’ll teach you.”

You scowled at him in confusion. “Teach me what?”

“How to fight. Let’s go pick some swords out tomorrow before we get on the ship.”

“I’m not carrying around three swords.”

Zoro chuckled. “You couldn’t handle three swords yet. I’ve trained my whole life for three swords. With you, we’ll start with one.”

You nodded in satisfaction, a smile on your lips. “My flat is just upstairs, if you want to stay the night.”

Zoro shrugged. “Probably better for me to stay. Don’t know how to find my way back to the ship otherwise.” 

You were going to offer him the bed, but by the time you made it and went back out to the living room, he was already asleep on the couch. 

The next afternoon, you were staring at a giant ship with a lion-sun figurehead. 

“Ready?” Zoro asked. “You’ll just have to ask the captain, but Luffy is pretty accepting.”

You nodded, and the two of you walked onto the ship. 

You instantly found Luffy, the man Zoro had said was the captain. 

“Hi Luffy, I was wondering-”

“Who the hell are you?” the captain asked, looking at you with big, black eyes.. “Are you here to steal our stuff?”

You were taken aback by his question, and it took you a few moments to respond.

“Er..no. I was hoping-”

He cut you off again. “Awesome! That’s good. So, do you wanna join my crew? I’m going to be the King of the Pirates!”

He was direct, you had to give him that. 

“I would, actually. If that’s alright with you.”

Luffy broke into a wide grin. “Awesome! Nami and Robin will be excited to have another girl on the ship! Welcome aboard!”

And then he wandered off, as if nothing had happened. 

“Told you it’d be easy.” Zoro had a knowing smirk on his face. “Ready for your first lesson?”

“I suppose.”

“Alright then,” he said. “Raise your sword.”

You tried. You had to grip it with two hands, and it was surprisingly more heavy than you anticipated when you swung it. 

“The weight distribution always surprises people,” Zoro explained. He walked over to you, slightly adjusting your grip and your stance. 

“There, try that.” He took a step away from you. “Give it a few swings.”

You swung a few times. You had to admit, this stance was easier, but it was still extremely draining. 

“We’ll work up to a real sword. The next time you touch this, it’ll be a thousand times easier. But remember that feeling. Remember that struggle.”

And then he swapped your real sword for a fake, wooden sword that was much easier to swing. 

He trained you hard, but he also made sure you understood why you were doing certain exercises. He explained what muscles you were working, showed you what moves you would be able to do, and always gave the reasoning as to why a workout was important. 

He was good at this, explaining how things worked and why muscles need to be built. He worked you hard; only stopping when you collapsed with bruises littered across your body. 

But he carried you back to bed every night. And eventually, he started carrying you back to his bed every night. The two of you would sleep intertwined, bruises and cuts intermingling with one another. 

Some nights, he gave you another kind of workout, the two of you training all night long and sleeping all day. It was a trade off you were happy to do, though you often ended the night with far more bruises than you started with. 

Other night, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, caressing your body as if it was the most delicate thing he had ever seen. This was the duality of Roronoa Zoro, and you loved that you were able to see both sides of him like this. 

After a month of various training exercises, he handed you back your sword. 

You were hesitant to take it. You didn’t feel ready. You were still the same girl who would get beaten in an alleyway, weren’t you? Surely you couldn’t have progressed that much. But you could see the confidence in Zoro’s eyes, urging you on. 

You grabbed the hilt and swiftly pulled out the sword, ready to start your next phase of training. 

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #cozage #✧˚zoro✧˚

[dellalyra]

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

A/N: a request from my angel @soraya-daydreams <3 and an homage to episode 3

CW: fluff, mutual pining, Suguru can’t handle this anymore, hints at spice so mdni.

“So… are they always like this?” The young Riko Amanai asks Geto Suguru, who’s sitting beside her on sun lounger on the beach as they watch a lanky white haired being chased by a cackling young woman, who was waving a pile of seaweed at him.

“This is mild.” Suguru rolls his eyes.

“And they’re definitely not dating?” Riko asks, disbelieving.

“Nope.”

“But? They’re completely in love with each other?” Riko presses.

“Yup. Have been since day one too. Dumbasses.” He rolls his eyes. He laughs to himself thinking of the tissue he passed to Satoru earlier, nosebleed effective immediately the second you walked out in your swimwear.

“Dumbasses.” The girl agrees, nodding her head.

Geto takes his phone from his pocket and opens the video camera app.

“Riko - will you say what you noticed about Y/N and Gojo?” He asks, pressing record.

The girl smiles and faces the camera.

“These two are completely in love, it’s so cute! He’s obviously like, crazy about her - the way he looks at her is just the cutest! She’s like - constantly looking at him too, she started blushing so much earlier when he fixed her hair I thought she’d faint.” She says, as she points to the two figures still running around the beach.

Geto stops recording and sends the video to Shoko, knowing she’ll definitely get a kick out of it.

Meanwhile, down the beach - you had just been tackled into the sand, a large pale hand grasping the back of your head as you tumble down.

“No! No more seaweed for you, young lady! You’re too dangerous, it’s a weapon above your grade.” Satoru says as he uses a beach to take the slimy plants from your hand and whoosh it back into the ocean.

“Give it back, asshole! I found it, so it’s mine - and if I want to throw it at you then I will!” You say as you (fruitlessly) try to wrestle out of his grasp.

“Absolutely not! Nope! Look, it’s gone now. I’ve disarmed you. Submit to me, wench.” He laughs as he leans in to tickle your sides.

The voice in your head whispers that you’ll submit to him any day, and in that moment you’ve never been more glad nobody here can read minds.

That thought seems to click something in your mind as you realise the position you’re now in.

You lay, flat on your back on the soft, warm sand as Satoru hovers over you, thighs caging in your hips and arms pinning your wrist above your head. You feel your face flush, and you feel his breath on your face take a sharp intake as he obviously snaps out of the sunny reverie too.

He lets go of your wrists, quickly covering his flush with a smirk and a joke. He takes a moment to admire you, shining in the sun and all your curves and edges looking tantalisingly soft - every inch of you sheer, lust-inducing perfection to him. He whips his head away, staring any longer would cause consequences that his thin swim shorts wouldn’t be able to hide.

“If I find a sea cucumber, it’s on sight.” He says, poking your nose and trying to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he rolls of you and picks you up to toss you over his shoulder. He thinks you might be the only person capable of flustering him this much, he’s Gojo Satoru - the strongest, incapable of being demeaned. Yet with you, he’s just Satoru.

He likes that.

A lot.

You squeal as he begins to run with you over his shoulder to where the others are sitting. Riko making a sandcastle with Kuroi nearby, and Geto sitting eating some sushi from the store you got your day’s supplies.

After your (fruitless) fight, Satoru sets you down on the second sun lounger so gently, as if you were a feather, and pats your head. You place your big floppy sun hat on your head, to afford you some protection in the midday rays and reapply some sunscreen to your arms and legs. As you squeeze the bottle, you notice it says that it’s not waterproof.

“Satoru! C’mere, since you were in the water you need to put more sunscreen on!” You say, beckoning him to sit by you, to which he eagerly obliges and plonks himself on his knees on the lounger.

He lathers some on his arms and you can’t help but look out of the corner of your eye, the lingering sea salt and gloss of the cream made his pale skin shine and emphasised the toned muscles of his arms, and the defined lines of his torso - he’s been playing so much basketball lately, and it’s clear the training has been paying off. His physique in first year had been much more boyish, both of you only 16 at the time, and now - at almost 18, you can see all traces of adolescence leaving him.

You’re snapped from your trance by a snort coming from beside you, and a smirking Geto Suguru seems to be the culprit - you scowl at his jeering, embarrassed he caught your staring.

Satoru snaps the bottle shut.

“Eh? Satoru, you didn’t put any on your face!” You say - poking his nose.

“It’s slimy! It’s not going on my face!” He protests, pouting.

“You will burn! You’re far too fair to be without sunscreen! Infinity doesn’t keep out UV rays!” You argue.

“I don’t like how it feels on my hands! Nuh-uh, no way! Not wearing it!” He says flicking the bottle toward you, like a stroppy toddler.

“Okay - how about if I do it?” You try to reason.

He considers for a second.

“Fine. But just so you stop pestering me.” His nose scrunches.

You squeeze a little on your fingers and you hear the buzz of his infinity come down. You warm it on your fingers and lean in to him, gently rubbing it into his enviably soft skin, careful to avoid his eyes as you go. You try not to flush cherry red at the way his sparkly eyes never leave your face as you sit so close to him, you think the heat must be getting to you because you thought his eyes flicked down to your lips at one point, must be dehydration.

You add a tiny bit more to the tip of his nose and then smile.

“All done!” You smile, trembling hands being tucked away.

Satoru seems like a man in a trance.

“Ya’ know, you’re gonna make a great mom someday.” He says, voice low and soft - a glimpse of the gentle, vulnerable Satoru you’ve been honoured to witness.

You smile, your heart full and butterflies swarming - your mind immediately thinks ‘hopefully to your kids’ and images of white haired cherubic babies come to mind.

You giggle, and he smiles.

“I hope so, I want to be.” You shrug.

The moment is broken by one Riko Amanai.

“Alright lovebirds and professional third wheel, it’s time to go to the aquarium!” You and Satoru just apart at the accusation and Geto grumbles about not being a third wheel, but you all stand up anyway.

This is her day.

You slip your sundress on over your bikini and before you can lift your beach bag, Satoru slings it over his shoulder without a word, just a dazzling smile to make you weak at the knees.

The aquarium in Okinawa is stunning, a wide range of species housed there and lots of feeding shows and wildlife to see.

Geto wanders to go find you all food, and you decide to give Riko and Kuroi some time to themselves. You grab Satoru’s arm and pull him to sit on a bench overlooking the manta rays.

“They need space. We need to look after her but, they need time. Kuroi is… almost like a big sister to her.” You say, and Satoru nods.

“I just don’t get how she’s so okay with it all.” He says.

“It’s all she’s been raised for. This is what she knows, and she believes in his destiny. In that way, I think she might be the bravest person I’ve ever met.” You say, eyes following the girl at a distance.

“Is it what she wants though? What if she changes her mind?” He asks.

“Do you think she will?”

“She should at least have that option.”

“Are you saying what I think you are, Satoru?” You ask, turning to face him.

“I think we give her the option.”

“If she refuses, the higher ups will lose their shit. We’ll be targeted. Blamed.” You say, voice serious and low.

“Does that bother you?” He looks at you, a smirk on his face.

You can’t help but smile back.

“Nah. Fuck ‘em.” You say, nudging his shoulder with yours.

The rest of the day was spent in the aquarium. Satoru couldn’t keep his eyes off you when a worker asked if you wanted to hold a starfish, and the light in your eyes was so bright he was in awe. You showed Riko, and using a small amount of your cursed energy, politely asked the starfish to lift an arm to wave at the girl who squealed and jumped up and down and asked if she could give it a high five, to which you nodded. You looked so happy, so beautiful - he thinks he couldn’t possibly love someone as much as he loves you. He thinks he’d like to bring you back here sometime.

You were in much the same boat, the blue light of the water reflecting off Satoru’s hair and eyes entranced you like hypnosis, you couldn’t tear your eyes from him - marvelling in the smiles he gave you when you pointed out a pretty fish. His laugh made your soul bubble every time he pointed at an ugly fish and turned to Suguru saying ‘bro look, it’s you!’.

The day came to a close and you all went your separate ways to your hotel rooms that night, all of them part of the presidential suite that Satoru had rented for the night. Suguru’s eyes flicked between you both, as he said goodnight and left, leaving you standing on the balcony with Satoru.

“Not your bedtime?” He says, poking your arm.

“Nah, I want to savour this for a while longer.” You say, smiling and looking over the ocean view, soft summer breeze stroking your hair in balmy warmth.

“The view?” He asks.

You look at him, and smile softly - if anyone had seen you they would have clearly seen the purest love reflected in your eyes as you looked at the boy beside you.

“All of it.” You say.

He smiles back, and takes a chance and stretches his arm around your back to pull you into his side. His chance pays off, as you lean your head on his shoulder and sit to watch the moonlight bounce off the gentle lapping waves of Okinawa, bathed in comfort and joy.

Suguru peaks through a crack in the door, and sees your head leaning on his best friends shoulders. Smiling, he whips out his phone and snaps a photo. Maybe, the never ending wait for you two to confess your love wouldn’t be much longer.

5 years later, Okinawa aquarium had four visitors on a warm summer day. A tall, broad and muscled man with white hair and dark sunglasses had his arm wrapped around the waist of a shorter woman in a sundress, kissing the top of her head as she smiled at the fish before her - she was giggling, head thrown back when he pointed to a sea urchin then to the little boy by his other side, which seemed to greatly displease the young dark haired boy beside them, as a brunette little girl joined in on the giggles and snapped a photo of her brother on a disposable camera beside the tank of urchins.

ᴿᵉᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᴸⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ

ᴴᵘᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍᵇⁱʳᵈ ⁻ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒ ᴮᵒᵒᵐⁱⁿ, ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ

#submission #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo

[ohnomytummy]

What would be your ultimate Fantasy?

Wow okay…ultimate…fantasy…hmmmm

Gas station sushi.

Lots of gas station sushi in an already stuffed and gassy belly.

Not mine, someone else’s.

I convince them to buy the fish, even though I KNOW they’ll spend the next few days in agony (and ecstasy but that’s the fantasy part, obviously ;)) The purchase alone is suspicious, but the look of knowing anticipation in both of our faces is a different kind of off-putting to the cashier who is very confused.

We walk out to the car and I’ve already shoved a piece in their mouth. It’s…slightly warm…a grimy texture, they say between bites. By the time we’re home, the two large rolls (two too many for gas station sushi) are gone, and the look on their face is already twisted and green.

Without going into too much detail, we spend the next few days going from the bedroom to the bathroom. The apartment is graced with sick buckets and bowls, and they’ve sweated through or soiled most of their comfy clothes. Their tummy is solid. The. Whole. Time. The sushi has somehow turned everything to cement despite the constant puking and bouts of watery diarrhea. They ache. They hurt. But between rounds of sick and warm soapy baths, are sloppy, groaning fucks. Both of us are shamefully turned on by how disgusting they are, how sick their gut is, but we continue rutting and sucking and licking until they find themselves running for the bathroom…again.

But that’s just the one I’m thinking of now ☺️

#anon #tummy fantasy

[takecareluv]

Reader is a picky eater and Vin is helping her try new foods?

a.n. i basically lived off mac and cheese for the first half of my life so i felt this one for real. enjoy! <3 this is the last draft i have lined up from before i was gone the last couple days. i got to get to writing now…

taste test || vinnie hacker x reader

ever since you were young, you were a picky eater.

it was a blessing and a curse. while it left you having to make little decisions when picking a meal, which you are also bad it doing, you always had to worry if there would be something you liked when going out to eat.

chicken tenders and fries were your best friend. and if it wasn’t that, it was mac and cheese.

you didn’t mind it too much, i mean both the foods were incredible, but as you got older and started going out to fancier restaurants, it became more difficult.

your friends always made fun of you as you struggled searching through menus to find something you would like.

vinnie, on the other hand, was always sweet with you. he would lean over and whisper into your ear “don’t listen to em’, baby. you want me to ask if they have chicken tenders?”

you shyly nodded in response, embarrassed that you not only were you being picky, but you had to have your boyfriend ask the waiter if they had a meal meant for kids.

“don’t worry, bub, you’re not being picky. you just like what you like.” vinnie reassured you, as if he could read your mind.

—

you really started to hate how much of a picky eater you were once vinnie booked the trip to europe.

as excited as you were to visit the spectacular cities, you instantly worried about what you would eat, knowing their cuisine was much different than what you were used to.

you couldn’t live off croissants and bread your entire trip. well you could, but that was besides the point. you didn’t want to.

in the month leading up to your trip, you and vinnie would order from all sorts of restaurants in attempt to expand your palette.

vinnie wanted to make sure you were always comfortable, so instead of taking you out to all these places, he thought it would be better to let you try them in the comfort of your own home. that way if anything went south, you had a trash can or a bathroom, right there.

vinnie would help guide you through the menu, explaining what certain dishes were and what he thought you might like. he would typically order you something more basic, but still out of your comfort zone. “baby steps,” he explained it as.

he would always let you try whatever he got as well, that way you could taste test a variety of things and figure out what you liked best.

he would immediately switch meals with you if you ended up liking his more, not caring what he ate as long as you were happy.

you would get so giggly when you liked something you never thought you would. for example when you tried vinnie’s spicy tuna roll and and loved it, you got so excited. “it’s good! i actually really like it, vin!”

a smile would spread across vinnie’s face from how adorable he thought you were. “that’s great, baby. here you can have the rest of it.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to take if from you.”

“yeah go ahead baby. i’m just happy you like it. plus i’ve been wanting to steal some of yours this whole time.”

“you could’ve just taken some! you know you don’t have to ask with me.” you giggled while munching on your newly liked sushi roll.

—

you kept trying more and more foods, some of which you thought were disgusting and swore you would never eat again. while others you surprisingly enjoyed.

you even began ordering some of the new foods when you went to restaurants. your friends were shocked, which you only smirked at because they now couldn’t make fun of you any longer.

vinnie noticed and laughed, shaking his head. you would never say anything, but their comments got to you and he knew you were excited to rub in their faces. even if it was subtly.

by the time you were traveling to europe, you had expanded your palette quite a bit and were looking forward to trying out even more new foods.

all thanks to your loving vinnie.

#vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 18 - Leaving The Nest

Muku: It’s going to be kind of lonely without Spring Troupe here.

Misumi: Here’s a triangle for good luck~.

Sakuya: What a pretty seashell. Thank you!

Citron: I will forever forget you all~!

Tsuzuru: I sure hope you meant “never”.

Taichi: You’re all overreacting!

Yuki: Are we really having a whole farewell party when they’re not even going to be gone for that long?

Omi: Maybe it’s more like a send-off party?

Homare: Precisely. It’s a party to encourage Spring Troupe to embark on their new adventure. Now then, allow me to recite a poem of mine to celebrate their embarkation!

Izumi: The green curry’s done~.

Azami: The hell kinda menu’s got sushi and a curry set?

Citron: The sushi was my request~.

Izumi: And I wanted all of Spring Troupe to remember the taste of the MANKAI Dorms curry…!

Sakyo: It’s like a MANKAI Dorms speciality.

Manager: Looks like we’ve found what our next set of merch is going to be!

Sakyo: The hell we have. That’s way too elaborate for us to launch anytime soon.

Izumi: There can be no compromises!

Tasuku: But still, it’s a pretty bold move for the entirety of Spring Troupe to leave the dorms right before their performance.

Azuma: Maybe that’s exactly the reason they’re doing it.

Banri: Sometimes the only way you can have a breakthrough is if you go out ‘n take on a new challenge.

Tsumugi: Becoming assistant director was that challenge for you. It seems like you’re all headed in different directions, but we want to support you.

Omi: Because even seemingly useless detours can be necessary sometimes.

Sakuya: That reminds me, why don’t we also use that app Towa-kun mentioned?

Itaru: BlooCha?

Sakuya: I mean, we have LIME too, but with this, you can know who’s online, and it looks like it keeps a log of when you leave and join the chat, so we can feel like we’re all in the same place a little more, y’know?

Chikage: I’m not opposed to it.

Itaru: The timing for this is perfect. BlooChat’s gotten pretty popular lately, so basically everyone’s using it.

Citron: I will download it right away!

Tsuzuru: Seems like you’ve gotta register first and then create an avatar.

Masumi: There’s no curry avatar…

Chikage: That makes sense.

Citron: My avatar is done!

Sakuya: Oh, is it a cat? Wait no, maybe a worm? Huh?

Itaru: How’d you even end up with that?

Citron: I combined as many thing as possible!

Tsuzuru: That abomination talking the way Citron-san does is going to be what does in humanity.

Sakuya: Your name is “UC”, Chikage-san?

Chikage: I mean, it’s a pretty standard choice, isn’t it?

Citron: Too standard! I nearly mistook you for an error message!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Sorry for leaving so early in the morning.

Izumi: Don’t worry about it. I saw everyone else off, so there’s no way I’d leave you out, Sakuya-kun.

Izumi: You haven’t forgotten anything, right? Got all your medicine and everything?

Sakuya: Don’t worry, I’ve got it all.

Izumi: Haha, okay, okay. You can buy most of what you’d need wherever, and you can always come back for something if you need to.

Izumi: (I saw him off like this when we pseudo-disbanded, but this time it was all so sudden that it feels a little different.)

Izumi: (I guess with the situation being the way it was back then, we all made that disbandment decision together.)

Izumi: (Somehow, it really feels like he’s leaving this time…)

Izumi: It’ll be kind of lonely without you.

Sakuya: This isn’t goodbye. We’re just leaving the nest. For the future’s sake.

Izumi: Right.

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun really has grown up to be pretty reliable.)

Izumi: (He’s able to think and act in such a level-headed way, both for his own future, and the troupe’s.)

Izumi: Take care. Stay safe, okay?

Sakuya: I’m off!

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[mochikage]

i am so down bad for college!/roommate!kakashi and I meant to send this in a while ago but forgot but I feel like if you left your bag or something on the subway while riding with Kakashi, he would literally sprint to the next stop to try and beat the train to get what you left behind. and no matter how much you begged that it wasn’t important and felt bad he went to such an effort he couldn’t bear to see you sad/disappointed

(Also maybe that seems unachievable but in Boston where I ride there’s sometimes less than a block between stations I feel like someone could do that lmao)

 thank you for blessing me with this idea...i also have it down bad for college/roommate!kakashi and I’m gonna be honest...i don’t know if I’ll ever stop writing for him or for this certain AU...also i changed the settings just a little bit im sorry

“Just relax, you’re going to be fine.” Kakashi comments. He’s sitting next to you on the nearly empty train. It’s relatively early in the morning, so it was nice to have a calm environment before your big interview. The white flashcards in your hand are shuffled again, deciding that you could go through them one last time before your stop. 

“I just don’t want to forget anything.” 

The train gently rocks you two back and forth, and if neither of you were preparing for anything, you would’ve easily fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

“Do you want to practice with me one more time?” 

“No, I think I’ve bothered you enough this past week.” You smile kindly at the man next to you.

 In the last week, you have gone to him nearly every night to practice your presentation and ask for some feedback. Unbeknownst to you, after the third time you’ve asked he’s stopped listening to what you’re saying and just appreciated your presence. 

He’d take the opportunity to look over your shy expression, giving you an occasional smile for encouragement, a smile that you’ve come to find comfort in. He’d have to hold back a chuckle of endearment when he’d notice the hand  gripping at the hem of your shirt and he wants nothing more than to take it in his hand and reassure you that everything will be fine. 

“Not a bother, besides you helped me with my presentation too.”

“Still can’t believe you’re not going through it right now.” You shuffle through to the next card. Your eyes scan over the words but at this point all your attention is on Kakashi. 

He stretches his long legs out in front of him and crosses his arms over his chest. His head leans back against the window and he closes his eyes. How someone can be so relaxed before something so big is a complete riddle to you.

“I had a nice girl help me. Don’t want to forget her pointers and mess it up.” 

Your cheeks warm up at his words. You’re grateful he doesn’t get to see you flustered and you turn your attention once again to your cards. 

“You know, once you get the job and everything and I ace this presentation, I think we should celebrate.”

“What were you thinking? Takeout from China Stix?”

“Not takeout. Maybe we can...I don’t know go to the sushi place that opened downtown?” 

You stop reading the words on the cards to process what he said. Is he asking me on a date? You turn to look at him and what a mistake that was. 

Silver eyebrows are completely relaxed, his eyelashes resting on the tops of his cheeks and lips in a soft pout. If he was asking you on a date he would probably be more clear about it. He’s always been blunt with you, so why would he stop now? Physically shaking your head from side to side, you clear your mind of any irrational and illogical thoughts. 

“Y-Yeah,” you clear your throat, “that sounds like a plan.” Disappointment settles at the pit of your stomach, but you have no one else to blame but yourself and your pitiful daydreaming. 

The bell of the train chimes out before the conductor announces the next stop. Your chest tightens momentarily and heartrate picks up. You take a deep breath and begin to gather your belongings. 

“Guess this is me.” You take another deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. You straighten out your clothes and start to walk towards the door. 

“Y/N.” Kakashi calls out to you. You turn to look at him, hand gripping your bag tightly. 

“You’re going to ace it. Just breathe and get it over with.” He gives you a small, charming smile. A smile that has you forgetting where you are. One that makes your stomach churn in excitement and heart beat happily in hopes of seeing it again. In hopes of being the reason he smiles like that. 

The chime of the bell brings you back to the present again and you rush out the door, nearly missing your stop. The crowd moves with you towards the exit, the station more crowded than your cart was. 

Back on the train Kakashi is still staring at the doors you walked through. Gaze lingering there in case you magically appear with that smile that took his breath away. He leans back in his seat and rests his hand where you were just sitting. 

“Shit.” The curse falls from his lips when his fingers touch the flashcards you had moments ago. Right next to your phone.  In seconds he has them tucked away in his bag and he’s standing by the train doors to get off of the next stop. He checks his phone for the time and sprints out the door. 

He nearly runs into someone carrying a tray of coffee, body leaning back and away from the four cups. He apologizes quickly before taking off again, weaving through the crowd and shooting up the stairs, taking two at a time. 

~

You’re reciting your speech in your head as you walk through traffic, proud of yourself for remembering most of the key points from your practice on the train. Looking ahead, you see the building where your interview is. If you land this internship, you’ll be pretty much set for the next few years both financially and net-working wise. To say that it was a chance of a lifetime was an understatement. You still don’t really know how you landed this interview since you’ve heard people being on a wait list for months before being approved for an interview. Either way, you’re thanking your lucky stars. 

As you near the building, you reach in your bag to go through the flashcards just one more time. Your hand searches for a minute or two before you take it off your shoulder to get a good look in there.  Panic starts to settle in your chest when you don’t see your cards or your phone. You’re about to dump your bag out onto the street before you hear your name called. 

You turn around, eyes wide and tears ready to fall from the disbelief of your stupidity. Out of all days to forget things today was not the day. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you see Kakashi sprinting over at you, holding white little rectangles up in his hand. 

Holy shit.

He finally reaches you, holding out your cards and your phone in his hand. He sets his hands onto his knees as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Kakashi...” You’re shaking your head, unsure of how to even start thanking him for doing this for you, “You didn’t have to--”

“You would’ve freaked out.” He cuts you off, standing back up to his full height, “you would’ve freaked out if you didn’t have them with you. Besides, how else am I supposed to find out that you got the position?” 

You shake your head once more, looking at the man in front of you. Looking at the handsome, out of breath, crazy roommate in front of you with the stupid charming smile he gave you earlier on the train. The stupid charming smile that’s so contagious where even on your worst days does not fail to make you smile as well. You’re shaking your head with a smile of your own now, still unable to believe that he ran all this way to help you out. 

The two of you stand there, smiling at each other like idiots. Kakashi’s just now catching his breath. He watches you reach for his tie and tug it down to your height. It doesn’t register to him when your lips meet, brain short circuiting the second that they press against each other. You pull away, unfazed by what had just happened, acting so casual for just making his heart stop. 

His mouth opens and closes, trying to say something before you leave, anything. The glass doors of the building close before he can say something, and he’s stuck staring at his reflection. 

You walk through the doors and towards the front desk, letting the receptionist know you were there for an interview. You go through your flashcards one last time before hearing your name get called. The receptionist leads you back through some double doors and in a long hallway with black marble floors. They let you know that the third door down to the right is where your interview will be held. Thanking them, you take one last deep breath and head to your destination. 

It’s not until your hand touches the cold metal of the round doorknob that you have the realization.

You just kissed your roommate.

#kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #roommate!kakashi #vanilla mochi #i miss roommate!kakashi and i don't even live with him #but he DOES live rent free in my head #unfortunately for all of you

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Event Story Translation “Moon Traveler” - Chapter 5

Spring troupe's strategy to get Chikage to open up is now in action.

Chikage

(What a tedious meeting, at least I got away earlier than expected. I’ve got some time before rehearsal, so I’ll go do practice by myself.)

(I think the Space expo I recommended to Tsuzuru was near here somewhere, but it’s probably closed now…)

(I mean, what’s the point in going anyway? All you’re getting there is intel.)

…

(A strong longing for the moon. Looking at the moon filled with childlike wonder, huh…)

…

(Too bad. Looks like tonight’s moon is hidden behind the clouds.)

Chikage

I’m home.

Sakuya

Welcome back!

Masumi

Hey.

Chikage

…The Spring troupe’s complete.

Itaru

There’s an emergency family meeting.

Chikage

Quickly, let us move to the conference room!

Huh?

Citron

Itaru

Sakura sea bream and shirasu, please.

Citron

I will have some shrimp and Sudaree as well!

Tsuzuru

Salmon, snow crab and toro.

Shirasu over here! Please add some more engawa and squid.

Masumi

Chikage

So this is the conference room?

Izumi

They requested to have sushi for dinner.

Chikage

I see the agenda is seasonal.

Tsuzuru

Ah, about that, I——.

To be honest, the script isn’t really going well, I was thinking of adjusting Roberto’s character to make him more like Chikage-san.

So it’d be easier for you to act the role.

Oz was a character I could write even without knowing you. But this time around, I don’t want to write without knowing and keep it vague.

But when I think about it, there’s so many things we don’t know about you.

Of course I know that you have your own reasons for doing this, but…

I want to create a performance that is different from the one we had back then. That can only be done by the Chikage-san of today with us. 

That’s why, I’d like to ask for a favor…

Chikage

And that is?

Sakuya

…

Itaru

…

Tsuzuru

We——.

Citron

We would like a digestion and cashmere!

Chikage

Digestion and cashmere?

Masumi

Question and answer.

Itaru

Each Spring troupe member will ask one question to you.

Masumi

One rule. You don’t have to answer questions you don’t wanna answer, but if you do, don’t lie.

Chikage

… I see.

Sakuya

How about it?

Chikage

…

… Alright.

Tsuzuru

Really!?

Masumi

No way.

Chikage

But even if I lie, how would you tell?

Sakuya

Chikage-san lies and tells jokes but you never break a promise.

Chikage

… If you say so, I can’t betray you now.

Itaru

Besides, it’s pretty lame to run away.

Chikage

Yeah, yeah. I’ll follow the rule.

Of course there are things I can’t talk about, but if I can veto them, it should be fine.

It’s my fault that the script and play aren’t working after all.

I’m the lead actor of the show, and I’ll do whatever I can to help out. I didn’t thinkk it would be to answer questions though.

Tsuzuru

Let’s get on with it, then.

Sakuya

I’m glad to get to know Chikage-san better too!

Clerk

Here you go.

Citron

The plushie has come!

Izumi

Let’s eat up the sushi!

Tsuzuru

Please add some octopus!

Chikage

(I would have never accepted such a request if I was the same person when I first joined the troupe.)

(... I must’ve gone soft.)

Yuki

… Okay, the measurements are done. Not much really changed since last time.

I don’t want to make more adjustments, so just maintain your figure.

Tsuzuru

Got it.

Yuki

Also, I want to keep the accessories gold.

Chikage

… I’d like to keep this ring on this time if possible.

Yuki

Alright. Let’s put some silver on the others too.

Chikage

Don’t.

Masumi

…

*Typing on laptop*

Chikage

…

Masumi

Is now a good time?

Chikage

Yeah. What’s up?

Masumi

Q&A example.

Chikage

How shocking that the first one would be from Masumi.

Masumi

Because I want to get this over with.

Chikage

I see, then go ahead.

Masumi

Why do you always got that ring on?

Chikage

——.

To think you’d get straight to it.

…

Masumi

… Whatever, if you don’t wanna talk about it, just pass.

It’s not like things you wear all the time don’t mean anything to you, but you don’t really seem to be the type to be into superstitions.

I was just wondering about it.

Chikage

… Well, you’re fine Masumi. We talked a bit about it before.

Remember when I told you I had someone from my family pass away? This is a memento of that family.

Masumi

Memento…

Chikage

Yes. Proof that person lived… and died. And proof that I’m still here.

… It’s hard to explain.

Masumi

I know that stuff’s as important to you as life itself. That’s enough.

Somehow, I had a feeling it was related to family.

At least we cleared the quota. See you.

Chikage

That’s it? Is that alright?

… But for the first round, that was pretty early.

Hisoka

… It’s rare to see you troubled.

Chikage

… So that’s where you were.

Hisoka

I was just sleeping on the roof.

Chikage

Didn’t I tell you to be aware of the season?

Hisoka

… It’s just one question and one answer, right? It’s better than dying without living to tell the tale.

Chikage

I didn’t think that far ahead as you’d expect.

Hisoka

… I get why you wouldn’t want to talk about it, but everyone wants to know about “Chikage Utsuki” and not the other you.

I think it’s good to talk about as much as you can bit by bit.

Chikage

…

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[debbiechanclub]

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I finally figured out how I want to answer. I'll give a "director's cut" of this passage from the Chrissy B. fic that gives some more insight into Zack and Nellie's relationship because I've honestly been wanting to talk about it so bad 😂

She worried at her lip with her teeth. Truthfully, it was more than just confusing. There was a twinge of guilt, too, unsure if her and Chris's flirtation was going behind Zack’s back somehow.

Was it?

“Well… it’s been more than three years since you and Zack broke up, right?” Torrance noted. “And it’s not like it was a bad break-up; I’ve never seen two exes who are better friends than you two. I really don’t think Zack would take it personally if you and Chris started hanging out again.”

The corners of Nellie’s mouth turned down in thought. That had been her first inclination, too—until she’d woken up to Zack’s happy birthday text that morning, the very first message she’d gotten that day.

Happy birthday, darling. I’m sorry I’m not there to celebrate it with you today. Sushi and sake on me when I get back x

She’d been overthinking it all day—probably because of the developing situation with Chris. But rather than tell that to Torrance, she just turned back to her closet with another muttered, “Maybe.”

--

Even though this snippet is from an AU of Nellie's story, the stuff going on between her and Zack is pretty canon. Zack and Nellie are those exes who everyone—including themselves—believes that had circumstances been different, they would probably still be together. And I haven't gone into it much, but Zack definitely views Nellie as the one he let get away... even though he'd probably never admit that to anyone except his closest friends, which includes Chris. Which is why Chris pursuing Nellie would be complicated at best and a real dick move at worst.

And as for in the canon fic... well. Zack kinda hates that Nellie moves on from him with Jay, and when he sees how rocky their relationship is, it only upsets him even more. I plan to touch on that in Jay/Nellie fic I'm currently working on. And then when David becomes the one to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of Jay... yeah. I think Zack definitely wishes he could go back in time and do things differently, because there's a part of him that's still in love with Nellie.

#thanks for letting me ramble cass! #asks

[rebeccasteventaylor]

Bless me, for I am going into my indepth, rambling analytic rewatch of Episode 6..:

Rather nice to see Gabriel being Aziraphale’s assistant as he very competently sets up a trap, explains things to Nina and Maggie and faces down Shax. It’s rather sexy.

Shop is full of electric candles and fire extinguishers. I don’t know if this is down to Crowley or Aziraphale but between them they’re doing everything to make sure this bookshop never burns again.

Considering how traumatic Crowley’s last visit to heaven was, he’s enjoying this rather too much!

You go Maggie! Argue with the demon! That you don’t seem that surprised about for some reason…

Maggie had brothers? Not has? Had? Past tense?

Aziraphale is very good at this coolly heroic thing. It’s very sexy. I wish Crowley could see this.

Did Aziraphale, by opening that portal, make it possible for the Metatron to come to Earth?

Muriel is so lonely. No wonder she’s imprinted on Aziraphale and Crowley.

So Crowley, when an Angel, was high enough to get access to confidential records. What else did he learn? When Aziraphale told him about the 6000 year thing, did he go and look?

There’s so much pain on Aziraphale’s face when he talks about the book shop fire. But he wasn’t there when it happened, so all that pain comes from his memory of Crowley’s pain when telling him. Imagine a late night conversation when it’s all over. And Aziraphale asks exactly what happened to the bookshop. And Crowley tells him everything - including running into a burning bookshop to find Aziraphale. And the next morning the shop is full of electric candles and fire extinguishers (sorry, quick digression into fanfic thoughts there)

Aziraphale doesn’t really seem bothered about being described as Crowley’s emotional support Angel. But the irony of Gabriel/Jim being puzzled by Shax shaming Aziraphale over eating and sushi when the last person to do that was Gabriel.

Well now it makes sense that Gabriel is quite happy to be cast down to hell.

Aw, Crowley giving Muriel a little companionable shoulder punch!

Isn’t that halo thing from the film script?

What damage did Aziraphale do to himself when he removed the halo?

Crowley just assumes that Muriel is coming back with him. He has to invite Saraqael specifically.

Ok, in Gabriel’s box is stored two lost Shakespeare plays (Goldiggers 1589 and Robin Hoode) mentioned in the novel Good Omens. Also some kind of loan agreement in 1913 with the postmaster of New Cumnock, or rather his late estate. New Cumnock is a town in Scotland and there really was a postmaster called John Gibson. I’ve no idea why Aziraphale has a loan agreement with his estate though.

The fly going into Gabriel’s eye is disgusting.

So it seems the whole Ineffable Bureaucracy thing does start in canon as it started in fanon - the little conversation about how difficult Aziraphale and Crowley just made their jobs at the airfield.

The more Gabriel talks to Beelzebub, the less of a dickhead he is. And he didn’t know what music was until Beelzebub told him.

The songs on the jukebox are Mull of Kintyre, Dignity from Deacon Blue, Daddy’s Gone by Glasvegas, Letter from America by the Proclaimers, Shang a Lang by Bay City Rollers, News from Heaven by Runrig and Obladi Oblada. The film in the background is Spirit of St Louis. The song chosen (before it changes) is Letter from America - where Warlock is now, i presume.

Right, if you be been following my ‘S3 is based on Powell/Pressburger film A Matter of Life and Death’ theory, there’s more proof here - in The Resurrections pub in their last meeting, there are ‘Pressburger’ advertisements on the wall all around.

Oh god, Gabriel’s face when he sees Beelzebub - such love. (I can’t believe we got canon Ineffable Bureaucracy!)

Gabriel and Beelzebub finding something that mattered more than choosing sides, in Aziraphale’s bookshop, in front of Aziraphale! And he grasps Crowley’s shoulder and yet in ten minutes he’s talking about sides again and WHAT THE HELL DID THE METATRON DO TO HIM.

Oh, Crowley grinning at his Angel taking charge.

Muriel has been absorbed in a book all this time. She hasn’t noticed a things

Oh, the way Aziraphale looks at Crowley when he mentions Alpha Centauri. There’s guilt there.

Aziraphale watching Beelzebub and Gabriel in love and clearly thinking that angels and demons can be in love, and then looking lovingly at Crowley and if Crowley had kissed him then he would have melted into his arms.

Aziraphale resits the Metratron at first. I’m not sure if there’s anything in the coffee but buying it for him is an act of kindness. It’s classic coercive control - when they expect cruelty, lead with kindness. I bet Nina’s Lindsay was just like that at first.

And the Metatron glares at Crowley as the one person who could possibly break his control of Aziraphale.

Oh, Crowley planning is time and breakfast at the Ritz.

Crowley given Muriel Crow Road and tidying up the bookshop and the romantic music is playing and he’s expecting a happy ending to all this!

Oh. Nina calls Maggie Angel! And it’s Nina and Maggie pointing out that Aziraphale and Crowley don’t ever talk about they really think.

Aziraphale acts excited but deep in his heart of hearts he knows Crowley won’t like this.

The Metatron is recruiting Aziraphale because he knows if he left Aziraphale on Earth with Crowley they’d fight whatever plans he has. And he tempts Aziraphale with the one thing that would work - redemption for Crowley. He’d never have to see Crowley dragged down to hell for punishment. He’d never have to see the angels erase Crowley from the book of life. The Metatron is offering the one thing Aziraphale wants - Crowley’s safety. Even if it costs Aziraphale everything.

And Aziraphale still cannot get rid of the idea that Heaven is the good guys. He didn’t see Gabriel’s trial. He didn’t see his own trial. He hasn’t seen all the things Crowley has, and what he did see, they’ve convinced him is his own fault, not theres. Think about those people who keep going back to an abusive home, because they think home is where they should be and if it’s wrong, it’s their fault, not home’s.

I can’t bear Crowley’s crying! It breaks my heart.

‘Nothing lasts forever’ I bet thats what the Metatron said to Aziraphale. This all feels like the abusive family dragging him back with the ‘it’ll be different this time’ and ‘we’ll listen to you this time’ and ‘you don’t want to break up the family do you?’ line. Poor, abused Aziraphale. He was so close to getting away.

‘No nightingales’ No happy ending. No ‘us’.

Aziraphale does sink into the kiss for a moment. There’s a moment where he grasps Crowley. Crowley almost breaks the Metatron’s programming.

But that ‘I forgive you’ is nasty. He spits it out as if Crowley is vile. I don’t think Aziraphale means it; but he’s so torn between the life he thought he wanted and the life with Crowley and he’s taking it out on the only person he’s allowed to be angry with - Crowley.

You know the fact that there is a kiss, that Crowley wanted to kiss and Aziraphale responded for a moment, makes me think we’ll get a more loving, gentler kiss inS3

Aziraphale touching the lips still tingling with Crowley’s kiss, taking in the last touch from him, and then deciding that’s it,he’s made his choice and if Crowley has rejected him, he’ll go back to heaven where they want him and be a good Angel. (I still can’t believe we got a kiss)

‘Anything you need to take with you’ and he looks out of the window to Crowley.

The Bentley plays ‘A Nightingale Sang’ because the Bentley ships and wants to remind Crowley he loves Aziraphale. There can be nightingales again.

The closer Aziraphale gets to heaven the less human he is, the more like the other angels he is.

Fuck me me that’s heartbreaking

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers

[catierambles]

Null Ch.8

Pairing: Incubus!Charles Brandon x Anna Williams (OFC)

WC 1083

Warnings: None? but yanno Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @fvckinghenrycavill , @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Anna heard the door to her room open again but she paid no mind to it. The battery on her phone had died while he was gone, so it was currently on its charger and she was just laying in the dark.

“Anna?” Charles asked gently, but she didn’t respond, hoping maybe he would think she was asleep and leave her alone. “I got you the sushi you like and a large miso soup.” Damn him for remembering her favorites. She rolled over to face the door, seeing him standing in the doorway carrying the containers.

“Gimme.” She said and he gave her a gentle smile, going over to the bed as she sat up, reaching over and turning on the lamp on the nightstand so they weren’t in darkness. He set the hot soup container down on the nightstand after handing her the container of sushi and the chopsticks and sat on the bed as she opened it, separating the chopsticks.

“I won’t ask how you’re feeling.”

“Thank you.” She said, picking up the salmon roe nigiri and popping it into her mouth.

“After I left, I went and spoke to Ann.” He said, “I told her that what she had said to you was unacceptable and that she was no longer welcome in our home.”

“Okay.” Anna said around the rice and fish eggs.

“I may not know the full extent of what she said to you, but seeing the effect of her words, I can tell she hurt you.” Charles said.

“Nothing I haven’t heard before, just differently flavored.”

“You should never have to hear those words at all.” He said, “There is nothing wrong with you, Anna. You’re not a freak, or just something to be used and then discarded. You are who you are and I adore who you are. I’ve said it before, and I will keep saying it until you believe me. I’m not here, I’m not talking to you and fostering a relationship with you just because I want us to go to bed.” She didn’t say anything for a long moment, her eyes on the container in her lap but after a while she reached out with her free hand and took his, squeezing his fingers.

“Please don’t tell me you went to a Japanese restaurant dressed like that?” She asked and he snorted, smiling softly.

“No, I dressed myself modernly.”

“Okay, that I have to see.” She said, “Although, I have a feeling it would be a bit strange seeing you in modern clothes as I’m used to you dressing like you’re going to a renaissance faire.”

“I can show you if you’re really curious.” He said and she shrugged.

“If you want.” She said and he gave her fingers a squeeze before sliding off the bed and standing next to it. Clearing his throat, he adjusted the sleeves of the billowing shirt he wore, but when he pulled the open collar to adjust that too, it became a tailored pristine white button-up dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, his pants becoming tailored black dress pants. With a flick of his wrist, a black suit jacket appeared in his hand and he slipped it on with a flourish, tugging on the sleeves to straighten them before buttoning it closed. The obvious show made her smile and shake her head. “Do you want me to put a dollar in your waistband, is that it?”

“Just a dollar? Is that how little you think I’m worth?” He asked, “Please, I’m worth at least a fifty note, thank you very much.”

“Not bad, dude. Not bad.” She said, rolling her eyes with a smile. Taking off the jacket, it vanished and his clothes went back to normal. Well, normal for him.

“I would love to see you in period clothing.” He said and she snorted, picking up the soup container and taking the lid off, sipping at the soup straight from the container.

“I’d look odd in it.”

“I think you would look stunning.” Charles said and hummed thoughtfully. “Stand up.”

“What?” Anna asked and he took the sushi container from her lap, setting it on the nightstand.

“Stand up.” He said again and she flung back the covers, sliding off the bed to stand in front of him. Reaching up, he held her face gently in his hands before setting them on her shoulders. Sliding his hands down her arms, her hoodie and sweatpants turned into a deep red satin dress, the square neckline and corset showing quite a bit of cleavage that was only accentuated by the gold and garnet necklace she was wearing.

“How do you breathe in this thing?” She wheezed, looking down at herself.

“Up not out.” He said, “Watch me.” He breathed in, pulling in his stomach and expanding his chest upwards and she copied him. “Better?”

“Much.” She said and he smiled, his hands sliding over her waist tucked in by the corset.

“See? Stunning.” He said and she rolled her eyes again, a small embarrassed smile pulling at her lips and she felt her cheeks heat slightly.

“Costume shops must hate you.” She said, “Now change me back. This dress is gorgeous, but I like my hoodie.” Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her forehead and she was back in her normal clothes, heaving a sigh as it was suddenly easier to breathe. “Thank you.” She suddenly scowled, pulling out the neck of the hoodie and looking down at herself before reaching down the back of her sweatpants as well. “Charles! You forgot my underwear!” He barked a laugh at that and she swatted at him. “Small clothes! Now!”

“Okay, okay.” He said still chuckling and she shuddered a little as they came back under her clothing.

“Do not tell me you did that on purpose.”

“I did not do that on purpose. I don’t wear small clothing, so I tend to not think about it.”

“Really? You free ball it? Like, all the time?” She asked and he nodded. “That’s got to be uncomfortable in the summer time.”

“It’s quite freeing, actually.” He said, “You should try it sometime.”

“Nah, I have different equipment than you do that comes with its own quirks.” She said, “Underwear is kind of a must for me.”

“Fair enough.” He said, “How are you feeling now?”

“Better, thank you.” She said and he gave her a soft smile, touching her cheek with the backs of his fingers gently.

#henry cavill #charles brandon #null #my writing

[doberbutts]

[copypasta for Evander’s ACOs]

Evander I think is ready (finally!) to go home. He has gone a full 2 weeks without growling or snarling at me at all over any sort of food item including bones and chews which are able to be scattered everywhere on my floor. Additionally he doesn't go after my dogs for those things either and readily shares them with my big dog Sushi. Like with humans, he did initially growl at them when he was first being integrated into the mix with my dogs rather than still being mostly separated in his own room, so I think a new adopter would really benefit from taking things slowly with him and slowly integrating him into their house rather than letting him have the run of the place right when he first came home. Recently I dropped a few noodles out of my pot when making pasta, and he readily shared with my dogs big and small the handful of noodles that reached the floor. He also let me move him out of the way so I could pick up the rest. Every once in a while he does tense when he sees me reaching for something he has, but he redirects happily for a thrown treat and lets me approach and take it without a fuss. I can write up a "homework" sheet if you'd like me to but I think with structure and time and an effort for continued training from his adopter, he'd be a wonderful active little dog for someone who wants a buddy. He needs rules and boundaries to be enforced in a kind yet firm manner- there is no need to shout at him or scold him but he also needs to be removed from the situation if he is too overwhelmed. For instance, when he barks at my neighbor's dog I pick him up and carry him back into my house- he now barks less at my neighbor's dog.

Oh, also, he really really likes to cuddle. If I sit on the floor he's magnetically drawn to my lap and if I sit on my couch he sits at my feet and leans on my leg until I reach down to pet him.

I do recommend whoever adopts him to continue training, preferably with someone who has worked with abused dogs before and understands they often have different needs than a dog that has only ever been loved. He's really a good boy, he tries his best, and he has made fantastic progress in the weeks he's been here. If they'd like to use my services, I'd be more than willing to oblige. I just know that I'm a pretty far drive for folks in the [redacted] area. He sits and lays down on command, he is still not quite there with stay (if you have a treat he is more than willing...), and his leash walking is coming along nicely. I think he is a good candidate to go through the Canine Good Citizen program which is offered at many training facilities, though they'll want to start him at the beginning for sure since it will be difficult for him to focus with the other dogs present initially.

[most of paragraph redacted due to personal information being shared] I think provided an adopter is realistic about the time frame- remind them that I've had him almost two full months now- he is more than ready to meet some folks and see if he can do well in their home!

He is almost out of food so I will be buying another bag in the mean time. My address is [redacted] and I will send you the receipt for the bag when I pick it up this weekend. He eats about 1/2 cup per meal, twice per day. He is very active at my house so it's possible if whoever adopts him is less active he may require less food. He likes to go on (short) hikes and walks, and he wrestles with my big dog Sushi at every chance he gets. He burns a lot of calories here for only having 3 legs!

#evander #foster dog chronicles

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Arthur Conan Doyle/Vincent van Gogh/OC

Prompt(s): Multiamory March Day 2 - Supernatural from @polyamships and Year of the OTP March - acceptance from @yearoftheotpevent

Summary: When strange things start to happen, Arthur is convinced the mansion is haunted. While he tries to capture the ghost, Vincent finds out the true nature of the playful "spirit".

I was going for all of my fics for this fandom to take place in the same alternative universe, but this one takes place in a different one, because I decided to go with an alternate ship. In fact, I decided to use my IkeVamp writings this month to try out new characters and some of the ships I was suggested (in the polyship format I am more comfortable with for now) and learn them by trial.

One more for my list of: this prompt was more fitting of a longer fic but i don't have time to write all of it right now so I wasted a lot of time trying to shorten it

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Vincent had been worried about his boyfriend’s sleeping habits for the last few days.

He understood when Arthur was writing. Vincent himself had nights when he would paint, no matter the time. Their works had to be done when they were inspired to do so.

In the past week, all the males in the mansion had been reporting strange events, from the others acting strange, to illusions. Vincent was the only one who had never seen anything.

Dazai had roped Arthur into hunting down what he was convinced to be a kitsune. And Arthur was both a good detective and very curious, so he had gone along, which meant long hours into the night hunting.

Vincent tried to help, although their girlfriend, Reina, insisted they were wasting their time.

In the end, she had been right. All of their efforts had been unfruitful. The closest they got to seeing the kitsune was that morning, when Arthur had convinced another of the mansion’s girls, Amy, to help him make some inari sushi as bait but, in the end, the spirit cast an illusion to distract them and stole the food.

That afternoon, they had allowed themselves a break, at least. Vincent was sitting in his bed, with Arthur laying beside him, head on his lap, while Vincent ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

Arthur looked so relaxed and content, and Vincent was happy to at least support his partner like that. He just wished the peace would last longer.

“Do you want to continue searching?”

“Of course. A detective never gives up until the case is solved. But you don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to, luv. Rei must be quite lonely by herself.”

Maybe Arthur was right. They had only briefly seen Reina at breakfast, but as soon as Arthur asked about the kitsune she wished them good luck and left them to their hunt. But what Vincent wanted at the moment was more time for the three of them, but Arthur was so determined to solve the mystery of the spirit haunting the mansion.

Vincent couldn’t deny he was curious too, though, so helping Arthur wasn’t just about to spend time with his boyfriend.

Sometimes it was complicated having two partners with different needs. But Vincent wouldn’t trade any of them for a simpler relationship.

“It’s okay. I promised to be your assistant in this case.”

“Thank you, Vincy.” Arthur tugged at his hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ve been thinking about something that happened this morning. Amy was laughing whenever she thought I wasn’t looking. When I asked, she said I was wasting my time, just like Rei. I thought she might be the kitsune.”

“But she wouldn’t have scared Jean that day.”

“True. You are the only one who hasn’t been tricked by her, except for this morning. So I was thinking of Mai, instead.”

Mai was Theo’s girlfriend and was a little too serious to go around pranking people, in Vincent’s opinion, but he could see where his boyfriend’s conclusion came from, except for one thing.

“She wouldn’t have tried to trick Theo, either.”

“Maybe after that argument they had the other day. It was the only time Theo complained about the kitsune. All the other girls know, and they must have some sort of promise not to tell anyone.”

Why? Vincent was about to ask when someone knocked on the door and they had to leave it for later.

A little after Arthur left, Vincent found himself approaching the window to observe the garden, still thinking about the interrupted conversation.

Arthur never said things he didn’t have a good base logic to support, and he was good at catching details most people would miss. Vincent had to agree that the kitsune being someone in the house made sense. Or the other theory Arthur had before, that it had followed the girls through the door. What didn’t make sense was for it to take so long to manifest.

Observing the garden, he saw Amy working there. As if noticing him, she spun around and looked up, waving with a smile as she saw him. He waved back, and she laughed before returning to watering the plants.

Then Vincent saw Jean entering the garden, but his attention didn’t fall on his girlfriend, and he looked surprised and confused. Vincent followed the man’s gaze, to see another Amy on the other side of the garden, who winked at Jean.

The first Amy, which Vincent was convinced was the real one, finished her job and looked at her boyfriend, then at her double. She only frowned and marched to where Jean was, practically dragging her boyfriend away.

The fake Amy pouted as she watched them leave, shaking her head, before transforming into Reina.

But she couldn’t be the real Reina, either. She might have noticed he was watching and was teasing him.

Then she looked surprised at whatever she was staring at and looked up to see him. She jumped in surprise and dashed away.

Arthur was right. The kitsune lived in the mansion, hiding in plain sight. But, unless he got an undeniable lead, Arthur would investigate every other girl in the house before ever suspecting his own girlfriend.

Vincent himself was stunned for a moment. Why would their girlfriend be hiding from them? And why would she take so long to even use her powers?

Maybe Arthur was also right and all the girls agreed to hide it for a reason. She wouldn’t hide it just to mess with Arthur and the other guys.

Both the possibility of Reina being afraid to trust them with her secret, or of her and probably Amy hiding it for their safety worried Vincent. He loved her and wanted her safe, but he couldn’t help when she hid from him.

Now that she knew he saw her, maybe they could talk about it. But when he went looking, he couldn’t find her anywhere.

Only when he returned to his room later was that he found Reina sitting on his bed.

Although he knew it was his girlfriend, she looked more like a female version of Arthur. The more he looked over, the more he could see traits of both of his lovers in her, blended together in a curious harmony.

“Rei? Why do you look like that?”

She laughed, voice sounding like her own, and stood up to approach him.

“Hi, prince. Just a little surprise. And kind of showing off my powers since you found out. Did I do a good job?”

Vincent blushed when she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling quite seductively at him from very close, but he touched her cheek.

“You look perfect, but I would rather have my beautiful girlfriend back and my boyfriend actually here.” He chuckled, smiling at her.

He wanted to ask about the whole kitsune thing, but assumed she would only talk when Arthur found her out and she could explain things to both of them at once.

“Really? What about after Arthur comes back? Should we wait in his room?”

Vincent could practically hear the hidden suggestion in her words, and it was rare for Reina to be so forward with these things. He was tempted to just accept it.

“Like this?” It was the only thing that made him hesitate.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course, but I did have something in mind while we wait. Or we could go meet Arthur, but I would rather not see Amy again today.”

“She got angry because of what I saw early?”

“She’s been more protective this week than usual, and I realized a little too late. It has been a hectic week. I missed spending quality time with you and Arthur.”

Vincent didn’t resist when his girlfriend kissed him, despite her not returning to her true form. He had missed Reina too and would totally indulge her if it made her happy.

Arthur never imagined this ending for the great mystery that he’d been trying to solve the past week. He didn’t feel like sharing his findings with anyone but his boyfriend, either. It would be fun to see the others trying to figure it out themselves.

Although he might just tell Comte, who had ‘hired’ him for this, and Vincent would likely tell Theo. But it would be fun to just tell Dazai he had solved the case and not what he found out.

It had been quite the chase. A nice challenging game. Maybe because his personal interpretation of the clues got in the way of what could have been a simple solution otherwise? Arthur didn’t know, and it didn’t matter.

He had figured it out in the end. Of course he did. Now all that was left was the why it happened. Was it just a game? Because he hadn’t been able to find a cause.

But he had decided to simply ask that from Reina. He had figured her out, and she owed him an explanation. And maybe some other sort of prize, especially if it was really just a game on her part.

First he would talk to Vincent, then the two could talk to Reina together.

But Arthur couldn’t find Vincent anywhere in the mansion at first. He found him in the last place he expected, his own room, with a woman that looked like him.

He immediately knew what was happening, and it was such a cheap trick that no one would have fallen for it, but Reina had just come out and told Vincent everything?

“Having fun in my room without me?” He teased. “And they say I am the naughty one.”

Reina laughed and Vincent just smiled at him, gesturing for him to join them.

“We were waiting for you.” Vincent told Arthur.

“I was just showing Vincent something I can do. I don’t think you would have liked this one, anyway.”

With someone who looked like him, even if Arthur knew it was his girlfriend? Likely not.

“Why don’t you turn back and show me something different then, luv?”

As if she was just waiting for him to ask, Reina shifted to sit on the bed. The details of her transformation that Arthur got a glimpse of were surprising. Would be fun if she could do that without looking like him.

Vincent also sat up, and Arthur stood by the other side of the bed.

When she turned back to the form they were used to, it wasn’t without showing the traits of her true nature. The pairs of ears and tails had fur the same color as her hair, unlike the depictions of kitsunes in old tales they had been told. Reina stared down and bit her lip.

Arthur ruffled her hair and sat on her other side, while Vincent caressed her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips until she stopped biting it.

“Why were you hiding from us, luv?”

By the way she was acting, Reina wasn’t doing it just for fun.

“When the girls and I were younger, someone sealed our powers and memories because of an accident I barely remember. I only recovered them about a week ago and Amy wanted to figure out why, first. And…” Reina sighed, her ears dropping. “I wasn’t sure how you would react. When we met, you thought I was human, but now… I wasn’t sure how things would change.”

“Nothing will change, Rei.” Vincent hugged her closer. “Neither of us fell in love with you just because you were human. You are the one who taught us how to love again, after all.”

Maybe that would change their relationship, but they could only grow closer from facing these changes.

“You are perfect the way you are. Still our beautiful girl.” Arthur kissed her cheek. “Beautiful and naughty. You had me running in circles for a week and Vincy quite worried.”

“Sorry. It was an accident at first, but I thought it was fun. Although you were never a target, just happened to be in the wrong place. So I found it interesting to see if you could catch me.”

“And I did. What do I get for it?”

Reina laughed.

“Actually, Vincent found me first. It was carelessness on my part, but he is the one with rights to the prize.”

“I don’t mind letting Arthur choose.” Vincent told her. “I just want to spend more time with my partners.”

Smiling, Reina warped one arm around each of her boyfriends’ shoulders and a tail around their middle.

“Both worked hard, and you both accepted me, so I should reward both of you, then, right? I’ll make up for this last week.”

They still had many questions, but getting these answers could wait. The moment felt like a long waited reunion, like they hadn’t seen each other all week instead of just having separate schedules. For now, they only wanted a little of each other’s time.

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#MultiamoryMarch #YOTP 2023 #ikemen vampire #ot3: arthur x vincent x oc #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #polyamory #ikevamp #fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic #oc: reina #fang's writing #MultiamoryMarch2023

[ghost-1-y]

Happy biiirthdaaay !! 😍🥳 Remember to update your Tumblr stats bby #23; hope you had a wonderful day !! 💞

thank you love!! i’ve already updated my bio lol i’m 22 now! (not at 23 just yet - still got another year before then😅)

i did have a pretty nice day! i skipped class (luckily i’m allowed to skip 2 without penalty) and lounged around all day and now i’m eating sushi!

hope your day has gone well, too!! and thank you again for the bday gift hehe🩷🫶🏻

#[ 👻 ] – ghost's asks #[ 👻 ] – ghost's moots ✧･ﾟ #[ 👻 ] – moot: 🐈

[thotsforvillainrights]

-Straight From The Heart-

~Chapter 3~

His eyes scanned the scene in front of him from behind the purple tinted glasses and he felt his hands get clammy again. He only prayed you wouldn't notice when you asked him to pass the ketchup just now. You smiled at him before adjusting the condiments of your sandwich and he felt like his world was spinning a bit too fast. Not many people would believe in the old cliché of ‘falling in love at first sight' but he certainly was not like many people. He hadn't fallen in love past his grade school crushes when he was a young man, but he did now.

And by God when he fell yesterday, he fell HARD. One look at you had him planning out his entire life with you alongside him. He mentally cursed himself for having felt this way so soon but it was difficult for him to let go of you once he had eyes for you. By no means was the man some sort of Yandere! However, he was far too invested in you this early on to leave it alone. Dropping you off was a hard ordeal considering he likely wouldn't see you again for the rest of the day but at least he could take delight in exchanging numbers with you beforehand. He still remembers what you said to him before heading into your apartment lobby. "Now don't go crazy and start texting me all your little campaign thingies or whatever it is that they do, okay Mr. Politician?" You teased him and his heart skipped a beat. "Sure thing, 5 cents." He got right back at you. The two of you bid goodbye and he was off once again. His phone rang while in the car and he answered it hands free. "Koku Hanabata speaking."

"Oh so formal! Expecting an important call from your people?" He smirked at the familiar voice teasing him over the line. "Well if it isn't Chitose 'cancel lunch last minute' Kizuki." He returned the energy back at her. "Is that what we're calling me now? I was actually calling you to let you know I can make it to lunch now if you still want to. The interview I was dealing got cut shorter than I thought it would but I should have enough information to report for the media with it." She spoke but he was starting to become too far gone when his thoughts drifted to the thought of you. "I'm not hungry because I already ate the lunch but do you have a moment to meet up with me at your place? I...need your advice on something." There was a pause followed by a smug laugh. "Oh advice? From yours truly? Why of course Hanabata. Just make sure you stop by that Sushi restaurant on 4th and pick up something for me to eat since I hadn't had anything yet." Without even waiting for his reply she hung up. He laughed lightly to himself and rolled his eyes. Curious was the same as usual, just as bold and authentic as ever. 

Perhaps she would offer him what he needed to hear? 

He thought to himself for a moment as he continued on his way there. Once he entered her house, he kicked his shoes off and rounded the corner to see her sitting in the living room with Skeptic typing on his laptop on the opposite chair. She turned and smiled over her shoulder. "Ah Koku, you made it! Bring me my sushi and have a seat. Can I get you a drink?" She pointed to the wine bottle that sat on the coffee table next to her full glass. On that same table was an energy drink he assumed belonged to Skeptic. He frowned and flopped into the cushions on her couch. 'How could I tell her anything with him here?' He glared at the man working in front of him. Chitose caught that and smiled at him with a wink. "Hey Tomoyasu, I know you're going over the footage but can you real quick go check the upstairs cameras for me and reset them? I've been feeling like they aren't rigged just right and it's making it hard for me to get some sleep at night." She smoothly lied. The man sighed and closed his laptop with a grumble. "I'm not a maid just so we're clear." He complained on his way upstairs. "Thanks Tomoyasu, love you!" Once she heard the door slam upstairs she quickly turned to look at him. "Okay, so who is it???" She asked excitedly. "Huh? How in the hell did you figure that out so quickly?" Hanabata sat up straight on the couch and pouted lightly. "Oh as if you could hide it from me. I know this must be why you're asking me for advice. I figured you didn't want to talk about it around Skeptic so it must've been dating stuff. Otherwise you would say it in front of him instead of pouting on the couch like that!" She teased and pinched his cheek. He playfully smacked her hand away and groaned, sinking into the cushions once more. "I don't know what the hell to do about it. I met them literally just yesterday. They just moved here to the city and stole my heart without even knowing it. They're name is Y/N and Oh my God...I couldn't imagine why they're single when she/he/they looked that good. I covered the breakfast, I took Y/N to their interview, and I even took them out to lunch today AND offered a paid spot on my team for the campaign. It's crazy I know, but I just felt tied to Y/N the moment I met em. Like you should see our banter. It's like I can be as annoying around Y/N as possible and they don't mind. I just get it right back yknow! Oh and the smile, God it's just too much. Everything from that soft (s/c) skin to that amazing (h/c) hair (or hijab depending on the reader). It's just...ugh...yknow?" Chitose nodded in understanding before smacking him in the chest. "Uh ow. That hurt you know." He frowned and she shook her head.

"Sounds like you're doing that thing you do where you jump right in without a second thought. It may work with your campaign and whatnot but this type of thing can really scare a potential partner away. The young people call it love bombing. I implore you to slow it down for a bit. If you don't then you could lose Y/N just as fast as you found them. Instead of focusing on trying to reel her/him/them in, why don't you play it cool for a moment and be a little aloof. Like the suave Politician buying everything for people is nice and all, but take into consideration that Y/N may be more simple than that calls for. Trust me, you can win them over if you just listen to me. Besides, if you don't think it'll work out then have Skeptic step in. I'm sure his equipment and skills can help you land Y/N right?" Trumpet paused for a moment and thought on it. “Do you really think playing the game slow will help me win Y/N over?” He asked in genuine curiosity. Chitose reached over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I swear it will. Now get up and hand me my sushi. I’m starving.” Hanabata nodded and stood up from his spot. The conversation shifted into work territory by the time Skeptic had stomped back downstairs to join the two of them. The group chatted and continued connecting with each other until the near late hours of the night when finally Hanabata decided to call it a day and head home. On his way out the door, Chitose followed him out and grabbed his wrist firmly to get his attention. “Remember what I said about taking it slow okay? Just trust me.” He nodded and headed his way home. On the way back he didn’t pay any attention to whatever dribble the radio was playing. His mind had already entirely belonged to you and you only. 

He sighed when he’d made it home and stepped inside. Another night coming home to a dark and lonely house. He’d only hoped with you now in his life that this would change for the better sooner rather than later. For now he’d have to come to terms with it and wait patiently for you to come to him first. Even though he’d taken Chitose’s advice, he was still allowed to monitor his phone for texts from you right?   

#straight from the heart #chapter 3 #koku hanabata #koku hanabata x reader #meta liberation army #mla #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha