#I don’t like Hawaiian pizza though

[nisah]

#polls #as a stoner I’m telling you #pepperoni pineapple pizza is so good #please don’t come for me #I’m begging you #just try it #I don’t like Hawaiian pizza though

[zlebooks]

𓂃 alhaitham + pineapples on pizza .

alhaitham’s love language is giving you the pineapples on his pizza and him eating what’s leftover.

alhaitham doesn’t like pineapples on his pizza— you noticed.

whenever you call for a thirty minute break from the study group you invited him to (read: you and the scholar are the only members of the said “study group”), he’d always order a pizza.

he claims that it’s easy to eat, and it’s what doordash is for— plus as college students, it was sometimes the cheapest thing on the menu.

every time you’re seated on the ground, facing his coffee table, you never fail to notice how he picks at the pineapples on his pizza. this occurrence then leads to him eating a literal triangular bread with tomato sauce because all the toppings came off along with the pineapples. he eats it nonchalantly, not bothered by the pitiful state of his slice of pizza— if you can even call it that— as he highlights the text he’s reading.

“why do you keep ordering hawaiian for us when you don’t even like it?”

“because you prefer it.” the other responds in a straightforward manner, not even looking up from his textbook.

it’s during moments like this did you wish that alhaitham is aware of your trickery and why it’s only him that shows up during the study group sessions you arrange. you hope that the reason why he’s putting up with your obvious deceit is because he might be just as equally as interested as you.

“but what about what you like?” you ask once again, and this time, alhaitham finally takes a glance at you.

he focuses his gaze on the slice your holding, raising an eyebrow at it before looking back at you. “it’s not like you get to think about what i like when you’re obviously enjoying the abundance of toppings on yours.”

you feel heat creeping up your cheeks, ah right— whenever alhaitham takes off the toppings on his pizza, he directly puts them on yours. you don’t give it any meaning though! you were sure alhaitham is the type of guy that hates seeing food go to waste.

“i can eat other pizza flavors too you know…” grumbling, you turn the page of your book, “i can eat cheese or pepperoni.”

“you don’t like those flavors because you think they taste salty.”

your heart does a somersault— he remembers.

“of course i do. you turned it into your whole personality.” he grunts.

you’re positive that your temperature has gone over the roof and you look exactly like the tomato soup the pizzeria uses.

“h-hey! in my defense… they’re really salty to the point i’m going to get kidney stones just from eating them.” you manage to stammer out and your study buddy snorts at your exaggeration.

“well, it’s a good thing that i keep ordering hawaiian— need to keep the kidney healthy,” he pauses, putting his cheek on his palm as he smirks. “we have you to thank.”

“i can’t help but to notice… are you teasing me?”

the other can’t help but to chuckle directly in his fist, and if he managed to catch your frown, he failed to comment on it. shrugging, he replies, “am i now?” alhaitham buries his head into his book once again, “i can’t help but to notice that you aren’t doing any studying in our… study group.” heavy emphasis on the last words, your heart beats loudly against your chest as the thought of him knowing your shameful secret runs through your head.

the scholar notices this of course— nothing gets past from his watchful gaze. he wants to watch you further squirm in your current position, oh how cute were you to joke around with. it almost compensates for the moments he had to fill his stomach with nothing but topless pizzas.

“next time, maybe don’t bother inviting me to your study group. after all, you never ask anyone else but me.” alhaitham hums acting as if he were deep in his thoughts, “oh i know, ask me on a date instead.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #genshin head canons #genshin fluff #genshin angst #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham imagines #al haitham oneshots #al haitham head canons #al haitham fluff #al haitham angst

[no1frogfan]

Impending, part 3

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~3.4k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. Fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v. There is cum. Pubes exist in this world. A little angst, pining, guilt, and desperation (my four favorite flavors).

Note: Finally finished this mini-series. The word counts have grown too much each time, but what can I say? — I want him emotionally, spiritually, biblically.

part 1 | part 2

You can’t stay in bed forever.

Probably.

Not unless you can convince Hiro to bring you something for dinner, but that’s never going to happen.

A particularly angry gurgle from your stomach makes you roll out of bed and pick your way to the kitchen. The tackiness of your skin is proof you made the right choice to sleep the day away. Summers are always stifling, and the humidity lingers even after the sun has set, preventing the air from dropping to comfortable temperatures.

A cool gust from the fridge provides a welcome relief, though it’s unfortunate the shelves are empty. That’s the worst part of being at home — the isolation. The trees and hills are beautiful, even the warbling of the birds at 4am is nice, but grocery stores and restaurants are few and far between. You could walk to the ancient ramen place a few streets down, or the sukiyaki place a few streets up, but neither sound at all appealing in this heat.

“Did mom and dad leave us anything for dinner?” You shout toward the open basement door.

No answer.

“I know you can hear me.”

You can’t see the middle finger Makki holds up. “I’m getting pizza later.”

“Can we order now? I’m starving,” you pad downstairs with a whine.

Sprawled on the couch, Hiro is sporadically illuminated by some anime show on tv. While you don’t recognize it, you can at least pick out the white-haired guy Hiro likes landing a couple of (over)dramatic punches on a black-haired guy.

“How are you even hungry? You’ve just been sleeping all day.”

Your brother doesn’t take his eyes off the tv where the black-haired one finally managed to dodge, and now the white-haired one is strategizing (at length) about his next move.

“You’re one to talk! As if you’ve mov-”

“I’m hungry too,” a deep baritone chimes in seemingly from below you.

You leap back with a yelp, squinting into the darkness at your feet. Out of the shadows, Issei’s form slowly takes shape. Honestly, you’re shocked you didn’t step on him.

“That’s not what you said 5 minutes ago,” Makki grumbles, but picks up his phone to place the order.

Issei shrugs, reaching his arm out toward you.

You dodge beyond his fingertips and beat a hasty retreat back up the stairs, calling out over your shoulder, “order me a Hawaiian pizza.”

“No way in hell. That’s disgusting.”

Fake retching sounds follow you to the top.

The cold spray of the shower is calming, necessary even, to wash the stickiness from your skin and quiet your frazzled nerves.

That happened almost a week ago, and seeing him in your house every day has only made things more fraught. While you haven’t exactly been avoiding Issei, you haven’t tried to talk to him either. For your brother’s sake you should probably make clear that it was a mistake; one that will never happen again. You could blame it on the beer or the weed, but the truth is, Issei plagues your thoughts even while sober — his breath hot on your neck, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips, the utter fullness when he pushed into you.

Before that night, the image of him as a gawky preteen was all your mind could conjure up. But now… Your fingers aren’t enough to relieve the pressure anymore.

Your encounter unleashed some latent magnetic field, prickling your senses and hopelessly drawing you toward him at every turn. You welcome his attention more than you care to admit, so, unsurprisingly, it’s been hard not to make it weird, and harder not to second-guess every single interaction these days. Since when did he know your favorite snacks? Did he used to stare at you so much? Had he always been this touchy?

Or is he just hoping for a repeat of the other night?

The possibility stirs up both anxiety and relief. Except for the teeny, tiny detail of being your little brother’s best friend — you know, the one person outside of family that Hiro places 100% of his trust in — Issei would top your list of fuck buddies (and if you’re honest, maybe even more than that).

What’s been most confusing is that Issei doesn’t seem bothered, and you’re not sure why that irritates you so much. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy who would treat you like a notch in his bedpost, but then again, best friend’s sibling is a perennially popular porn trope for a reason. Surely he’s not immune.

None of that really matters though. Hiro’s been acting strange lately, like he knows something’s up. Half the time, he books it out of a room as soon as you walk in. God knows how he’d react if he found out what happened. Issei said he wouldn’t care, but how true is that? You try to imagine how you’d feel if one of your friends told you they’d slept with Hiro, and you can’t help but be…one, grossed out because you really don’t want to think about it. And two, well…protective, angry maybe. He might be an ass, but he’s still your brother, and you’d never do anything to actually hurt him.

A knock breaks into your anxious musings.

It’s then you notice you’re standing vacantly in the middle of your room. Somehow, you’d finished showering and walked back while lost in thought.

“Go away!”

Hiro is the last person you want to talk to right now; especially not before you can get your thoughts under control.

Footsteps shuffle away, but instead of the telltale creak of the stairs, they pause, then turn back toward the door.

The door jiggles and clicks open.

“What part of-”

Except it’s not Hiro. It’s Issei.

His audacity dumbfounds you, but only for a second.

“The hell?! Get out!”

Hesitation flickers across his face but he takes a step forward.

“Can we talk?”

“NO.” You wrap the towel tighter around yourself.

When he doesn’t move, you reiterate the point by whirling on your heels and stomping toward the dresser. The underwear drawer suddenly captures your full attention, and you rummage through it with single-minded focus.

The door shuts behind you with another click, and you let out a shaky breath.

The relief is short-lived.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Goosebumps break out all over your skin at his words.

“That’s not true.”

The lavender scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. With you faced resolutely away, he steps closer and allows his eyes to sweep over the droplets gleaming across your shoulders.

“No?”

His lips brush against the base of your neck, and whatever retort you had fizzles on your tongue.

“Issei,” you whimper, “you said you wanted to talk.”

You lean back into his touch and feel him grin against the juncture of your neck. His hands, big and warm and firm, slide up under the towel to knead at your soft thighs, rapidly emptying your brain.

He gives you a gentle nudge toward the bed.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you protest, but your lack of conviction is apparent in how eagerly you obey, practically tripping over yourself to perch on the edge of the mattress.

He raises one thick eyebrow. “Why?”

“Hiro’s going to find out.”

Issei unbuttons his shirt with unhurried movements, unveiling the smooth musculature of his chest. Its slopes and dips are made more dramatic thanks to the yellow-orange light of the single desk lamp. You swallow thickly, eyes drawn to the sharp cut of his collarbones and the faded scar on his right hip.

“Makki knows. He doesn’t care.”

His shorts and underwear quickly land in a pile on the floor.

Even in the harsh light, his dick is nothing short of mouth-watering. A pretty flush tip sits enticingly over its thick, veiny length. Coarse hairs curl tightly at the base, trimmed short to reveal more of him.

He kneels and shuffles forward to tug the towel from your clutch, uttering an appreciative groan before he tosses it aside.

“Fuck, just look at you.”

Your objections devolve into gasping moans when he pushes you back to lay open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down your chest, sluggishly mouthing over your hips, down the tops of your legs and back up, licking a stripe along the tender skin of your inner thigh as he splays your legs up and out. He dives in to suck on your clit and you almost choke.

Your entire body tenses with pleasure when he starts to lap at you. But it’s the way he meets your gaze with hooded eyes — intoxicated from a single taste — that kickstarts the last ounce of resistance left in your body.

“Issei, if you- fuck that’s ahhh- you’re just looking to get your dick wet…”

That stills his tongue. Even though you’re the one protesting, you can’t help but whine now that he’s actually stopped.

“That’s not…” He frowns, a mixture of your juices and his saliva glistening on his chin. In one fluid motion, Issei slides you off the bed and onto his lap. A shudder runs through him when his erection glides against your folds, though it doesn’t distract him.

“Is that what you think this is?”

You’re not sure what answer he’s looking for, so you stay silent, head turned to avoid his eyes.

He scrutinizes you for what seems like an age. How could you not know? All the times he’s tried to impress you? All the things he’s done in the hopes you’ll notice him? All the years he’s trailed behind you — to your house, to university, and even to Sendai?

“Do you remember when your parents made you start watching us after school?”

Your face scrunches in confusion at the change in topic, but he’s insistent.

“Do you remember? Right after you started high school?”

“Ok…yeah,” you indulge, “I remember. I’d just joined photography club and had to quit like a month later. I was pissed — they’d never cared about leaving us home alone before so I didn’t understand why I had to babysit you guys.”

“They didn’t actually care. I made up some lie — I don’t even remember what it was now — to convince my parents we needed a sitter. I figured they’d make you do it, and they did.”

You look up in confusion. Is he…blushing?

“And in eighth grade, when I needed help with math… I actually bombed my tests on purpose for a month because I knew my parents would ask you.”

Wait… “Was that what your fights were about?”

Hiro and Issei were thick as thieves, the only exceptions being in your first and last years of high school. Their fights got heated too, though neither ever told you what set them off, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of them. The second time, Issei didn’t come over for almost a month afterward (you remember because you had to go to his house to tutor him) but things always eventually went back to normal.

Issei huffs a soft chuckle. “Yeah, Makki figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“It’s not obvious?” Issei drops his head onto your shoulder with something between a groan and a laugh. “I liked you. A lot. I still do.”

He admits it so casually, like he’s commenting on the weather. Like he and Hiro haven’t kept this secret for over a decade. Like it’s hardly a confession at all.

For once, you’re the one struggling to keep up.

“Wait…you like me?”

You feel a muffled snort. “That’s literally what I’ve been saying this whole time.”

“And Hiro’s…not mad? But he’s been acting so weird lately,” you point out.

“Oh that. He keeps trying to ‘give us space’ or something. I told him to cool it.”

“Oh.” Huh. Maybe it was obvious. You were just too worried about Hiro to notice that every time he flew out of a room with some flimsy excuse, you were left alone with Issei. Issei, who you like more than you expected. Who’s had a crush on you for more than a decade. Whose lap you’re currently nestled in, naked.

“Does that mean we can…” You shift, jerking when your clit catches his spongy tip.

He laughs, grinding his hips up to meet you.

“We sure can.”

You’re still wet, really wet, you’re reminded when your pussy glides against him, and getting more aroused by the second as Issei stares, mesmerized by the slick trail you leave along the length of his cock.

His hands slide down to give your ass an excited squeeze before lifting you up onto the edge of the bed.

Dextrous fingers part your puffy lips as he rests his cheek against your thigh, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. He thumbs lightly at your clit and heaves a sigh of contentment when your hips buck in response.

“Didn’t get to enjoy this last time.”

You bite back a moan when he slides one long finger into you. It reaches deep, and you squirm in encouragement when he sinks a second one in. He works them nimbly, curling and scissoring them while rolling your clit, breaking you down into a whiny mess in seconds, until you’re dripping down his wrists and onto the sheets.

You’re so distracted by his fingers that you don’t notice him dive in, just feel his lips wrap around your clit with a slurp. He licks and sucks at you eagerly, and you can only gasp and writhe, trying to steady yourself with a fist in his soft wavy hair. The walls echo with your cries mingled with Issei’s enthusiastic groans and the wet suction of your cunt around his fingers.

It catches you by surprise when you cum, cresting fast and hard, pulling your body taut and whiting out your vision. Before you realize it, you’re already quaking with aftershocks, trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation of him licking and suckling dreamily as you come down.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, he makes a show of sucking them clean, stroking himself as he smirks up at you.

He pushes himself up off the floor and god, fuck. He’s irresistible, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs as he gets on his hands and knees above you.

Issei leans down, humming happily when he wraps his mouth around your right nipple. He massages your chest with one hand and grips his cock with the other to smear his tip along your sopping pussy.

It feels good, but you squirm and push at his shoulders. “Want you in my mouth,” you beg.

He placates you with a hungry kiss. “Next time, ok? Next time. I can barely- I don’t think I can last long,” he admits wryly, “but next time we’ll do anything you want.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in anticipation when he lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly, first the fat mushroom tip, then the whole thick length of him, rocking himself in, out, in, inch by inch until he’s pressed flush against you. Issei groans when your face contorts with pleasure. The stretch is incredible. He stuffs you so full, finally hitting that place you’ve been unable to reach.

He takes things slow. Too slow. He wasn’t able to savor you before, but he’s not about to make the same mistake again. His long, languid strokes are just enough to have you grinding against him in frustration with every thrust.

“Let me enjoy this for a minute,” he rasps.

His hands trail restlessly across your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin he can reach. He kisses his way down your neck to roll his tongue around your nipple, biting and sucking one before moving to the other, and back again.

After what feels like hours, your patience finally gives out.

You smack him hard on the ass. “Issei! Fuck me already.”

That jolts his hips into action. The length of his body is laid on top of you, pinning your legs up against your shoulders as he pistons into you with surprising force. Wet slaps alternate with the loud squeak of the mattress.

You begin to quiver, your whole body shaking as the heat builds in your core. He reaches deep, so so deep, making you wail every time he bumps your clit and his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.

“Ohhh- fuck, Issei please I’m-”

He barely has time to blink before you’re falling apart at the seams again. Wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crash over you, relentless.

Your pussy clenches hard, gripping his cock so firmly he can barely move. Not a second later, he pulls out with a shout. Through hazy eyes, you see his mouth drop open. He fists his cock only once before his body stiffens, convulsing as jets of hot cum shoot out to land on your cheeks, shoulders, chest, stomach, dribbling out to coat your pubes, before finally leaving him twitching.

The room fills with hoarse pants.

You laugh weakly at the mess. “Wow, you came a lot.”

“I think I almost blacked out,” he croaks.

With great effort, he pushes himself off the bed and returns with the box of tissues from your desk. He cleans you up with care, just like last time.

“I wanted to last longer,” he mumbles, pressing a sheepish kiss to your sternum before collapsing on you, pinning you down with his weight.

It does something funny to your heart to witness him like this, so different from his usual confidence.

“Next time,” you assure him.

“Next time?” He looks up, almost reverent.

“Yeah.” You smile and brush the damp curls away from his eyes.

Next time. He breaks out in an obnoxious grin. There’s going to be a next time. And if there’s a next time, there might be a time after that.

“You won’t even need to introduce me to your parents.”

You snort. “Ok, pump the brakes.”

When you finally make your way back to the kitchen (with Issei practically holding you up as you wobbled), you find one Hawaiian pizza and two-thirds of a pepperoni pizza sitting on the counter.

Issei loads up a plate for you both before heading down to the basement. You grab some cold beers and follow suit, pausing in the doorway to take a few calming breaths.

You don’t hear any yelling or scuffling — a positive sign. Hopefully, that means Hiro isn’t too angry.

You take one wary step, then another.

When you reach the bottom, your eyes hesitantly find Hiro’s. There’s an uneasy moment when he frowns at you from where he’s seated on the floor before he gives you a curt nod. It’s stiff, but definitely not angry, not even upset.

Your shoulders untense.

Issei waves you over to the couch where he settles you securely in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You cast another wary glance at Hiro who just rolls his eyes.

“Glad you’re finally done ‘getting some water,’” Makki snipes. “I’ve been waiting forever to start the next episode.”

“I’m definitely not thirsty anymore if you know what I mean.” Mattsun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Hiro’s face twists, revolted. “Ugh- I- ugh god, I don’t want to think about-” he sputters. His eyes flick to where Issei’s hands grope at your thighs and ass. “Whoa, ok rule number one: not when I’m right here. And rule number two-” there’s an uncomfortable pause before he mutters, “keep it down next time.”

Mattsun’s not at all chagrined. In fact, he puffs out his chest proudly.

You, on the other hand, shrink in absolutely mortification. Right when Issei opens his mouth to make another (probably vulgar) retort, you shove a slice of pizza in…with a little more force than you intended.

He chokes in surprise and your brother lets out a mean snicker. “Perfect timing! Serves you right.”

You expect him to continue bickering with Hiro, but Issei instead flashes you a dopey grin. “Thank you baby,” he says sweetly, muffled though it is by a mouthful of food.

The gleeful smirk drops right off Makki’s face and he whirls back toward the tv with a loud gag.

“You’re welcome,” you giggle. Your brain’s still playing catch-up with everything that’s happened today, but you think you like where this is heading.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

[911onabc]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday/WIP Wednesday

tagged by: @thewolvesof1998 @honestlydarkprincess @king-buckley @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @messyhairdiaz @rewritetheending @giddyupbuck @wikiangela

tagging: @bucks118 @rogerzsteven @diazass @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @buddierights @paranoidbean @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @loserdiaz @the-likesofus

this is a longggggg bit of alien mpreg au featuring buckmay bickering and technophobe eddie. put most of it under a read more so i'm not destroying your dash lol <3

“Why is there a bike on your wall?” May asked Buck, sitting on his kitchen island. She was chewing on a slice of pizza. When Buck had teased her about not really helping, she claimed that was why she brought her boyfriend–who was in fact moving boxes out to the van. 

“It keeps it out of the way,” Buck explained. “I don’t have a ton of storage.”

“Do you ever actually use it? Or do you just leave it on the wall?”

“Well, it’s kind of a hassle to take down.” Buck admitted. It wasn’t like he was frequently being invited to go on bike rides.

“So why do you even have a bike?” May asked. 

“In case I ever want to go biking,” Buck sighed, then nudged May’s arm. “Pass me a slice of Hawaiian.”

“Gross,” May chided, but passed the slice of pizza to him anyway. “I don’t know how you eat that stuff.”

“And I don’t know how you came to my house just to insult me,” Buck rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his pizza. He didn’t look at May as he spoke to her, instead placing his gaze on the parade of people carrying boxes through his front door. “Though, I guess it’s not really my apartment anymore, right?”

In a few hours, nothing of Buck’s would be left in the loft, and he would hand over his key to the building manager. And then he would never be able to come back.

Maybe he cared a little bit about saying goodbye to the loft.

“Are you sad?” May asked, her voice no longer teasing. Buck wasn’t all that surprised–she was an observant young woman. “I mean–to give up your apartment? It was the first place that was really yours, right?”

“Uhhh-” Buck started, but before he could answer, Eddie appeared in-between them. 

“May, do you want this?” He asked, shoving a tangle of wires and a block-shaped speaker in her arms.

“Hey!” Buck exclaimed. “That’s my alarm clock.”

“That thing listens to everything you say,” Eddie said. “Even when you don’t talk to it. It’s creepy. And dystopian. And I already have a perfectly good alarm clock that doesn’t try to track my every move and sell me name-brand groceries.”

“Name-brand…Eddie, I already explained this to you. It’s called targeted marketing.” Buck sighed. 

Eddie ignored him, instead fixing his eyes on May and awaiting her answer. 

“I mean, I already have an alarm clock, but my roommates and I did want a speaking for the living room, so–”

“Perfect,” Eddie smiled at her. “It’s yours, then.”

“Eddie,” Buck said. “You can’t just go around giving away my stuff.”

“Not your stuff,” Eddie said. “Just that thing. It’s not coming into our house. Non-negotiable.” 

Buck was a little shocked at how naturally the our house came rolling off of Eddie’s tongue. Shocked enough that he couldn’t think of anything else to do except sit there, dumbfounded. And when Buck failed to come up with a response, Eddie nodded–a stupid, smug look across his face–and turned walked away to continue to do whatever it was he was doing before. 

Probably giving away more of his stuff, Buck realized. Only he couldn’t really find it in himself to mind that much.

“No.” Buck finally said, once Eddie was out of earshot. 

“No?” May parroted. “No, what? Sorry, do you want this back? I can–”

“You can keep it,” Buck said. “I was just answering your question from earlier. Uh–no. I’m not sad. To be leaving the loft.”

“Oh,” May said. “Well. That’s good, I guess.”

Buck took another bite of his pizza.

#tease tidbit tuesday #wip wednesday #writing tag #alien mpreg au

[mean-green-girl]

Love At First Slice (Leosagi)

“Why do you always have to have the last word? Why can’t I be right?” Screamed the red eared slider while opening a portal to the entrance of his favorite pizza place, the one and only: Run of the Mill.



His day had been packed with stress, and to top it off, Donnie’s bickering did not help him at that moment. He was trying his best to plan attacks as a team, but today was… well, not his best attempt. Leo knew he had to be serious about their missions, he started to act like a leader, or at least he tried to, he just needed a breather for a second.



He sighed while sitting at the first free table he saw, he knew Señor Hueso wouldn’t mind, so he just took the liberty of doing so. He had his arms crossed on the table, lying his head on them while trying to clear up his mind, when he heard footsteps coming toward him.



“Hello, what can I get for you today?” Was the only thing he heard before he sat straight. He started to fidget with his own hands, and didn’t really think before ordering, he was to lost in his own head to even look at the waiter in the face.



“Can you get me, like, the biggest slice of Hawaiian possible?”



“Sure thing, anything to drink?” Was this a new waiter? He didn’t recognize the voice, but he sounded friendly.



“Just water please.” Leo didn’t get the chance to look at the waiter, before he knew it he was being surrounded by his brothers and April.



“We’ll have a large, bacon and pepperoni, and ginger ale!” Added Mikey with excitement, being his usual cheerful self.



“Will do! Your order will be here as soon as possible.” He replied happily, Leo only got to see a flash of black from his apron before the waiter ran off.



“Guys, why are you here?” Asked Leo with a bit of irritation in his voice, looking up to see his brothers and sister. Donnie was sitting across from him, crossed arms in front of his chest, evading al sort of eye contact. Raph, Mikey and April were looking straight at Donnie, expecting something, maybe his formal apology to his twin.



“After a lengthy seminar brought to us by Dr. Feelings, I have accepted that I was wrong. I ask for your forgiveness, after being a bit of a jerk.” Said Donnie all of a sudden, in his typical monotone voice. Even though he apologized with said tone, Leo knew it has sincere by the sad and side eye look his brother threw at him. “And I do realize that your plan was actually heading somewhere” He added in a whisper.



“It’s ok, I just needed a breather guys. But next time, please, don’t doubt me, bro.” Leo shrugged his shoulders, sending a little smirk toward his twin.



“So, now that we’re in better terms, what about a movie marathon?” Chimed Mikey to lighten up the mood



“That sounds real nice, Lou Jitsu tonight?” Asked the leader with a much happier tone. They spent the next fifteen-ish minutes talking about that marathon, until Leo came up with one of his jokes.



“Not funny Nardo, lamest. Joke. Ever” Replied his twin with an unamazed tone, looking at Leo with a dead expression. Sometimes his brother blurted out pure nonsense.



“Here’s your order.” He heard the waiter, he tilted his head to see his precious slice of Hawaiian being served. He looked lightly over the waiter, and then he noticed he was covering a small laugh with his notepad. Leo spit a few words that ended in something that barely got understanded as a ‘Thanks’ while he blushed wildly. The waiter nodded and gifted him a smile before returning to the kitchen. “I’ll come back with the pizza as soon as it gets out of the oven.”



“Leon, buddy, you ok?” Asked the older brother when he saw his brother, who was processing everything with wide eyes and pink cheeks. “Guys, I think he had a stroke” Raph pointed at his brother with his thumb.



“Did you guys see him?” the red eared slider had excitement in his voice, and pure joy showing on his facial expression. “He just laughed at my joke!” The sheer happiness inside Leo was trying to cover up that quick heartbeat of his, and the weird nots in his stomach he felt when looking at the bunny yokai. He was definitely gonna ask Señor Hueso about him later that day.



“Oh please, I think he was laughing at the joke for being pathetic Leon, you can do better than that” His twin crossed his arms, fully knowing the cause for his brothers flustered expressions.



“You’re just jealous because you’ve never been able to make anyone, aside from dad, laugh.” Leo just showed his tongue to Donnie, making him show pure disgust by his facial expressions. Donnie looked to the side and pretended he didn’t see the waiter coming towards their table. “Admit it Don-tron, your twin can easily get a laugh from any cute yokai, I’m just that-” He was cut off by said cute yokai, when he saw him place the pizza at the table.



“Flattered” The Yokai interrupted him with a smirk. “Ginger ale for you guys’, and water for the ‘cute Yokai’. I’ll be around if you need me.” The rabbit gave Leo his glass of water directly, winking subtly at him, which made Leo’s cheeks turn red.



The table was slightly silent, because Mikeys comments were pretty loud sometimes, but as soon as the rabit left their line of sight, the panic broke in the table, leaving the smallest brother confused.



“He just straight up flirted with you!” April screamed towards the blue masked turtle, making blush even harder, while he blabbered again. Leo shook his head, trying to compose himself, feeling his brain short-circuit.



“At least he’s a man of detail, I partially approve” Raph signaled toward the glass of water, helping them notice the small flower that decorated the glass.



“Dude, you are SO gonna ask him out” Commented Mikey with his mouth full of pizza.



And ask him out he did, after blurting out some panic induced one liners that did not make sense at all. The white rabbit laughed at his attempt, with barely noticeable pink cheeks, before nodding and writing something in his notepad before handing Leo the piece of paper.



“Yuichi Usagi” He smiled.



“Leonardo Hamato” And with that, Leo walked out of Run Of The Mill Pizza, with a date for next Friday and the rabbits’ phone number. Pretty successful ‘breather’ if you ask him.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #leonardo #yuichi usagi #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #leosagi #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #donatello #rottmnt raph #raphael hamato #raphael #rottmnt mikey #michelangelo #michelangelo hamato

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (50)

part 50 of ?? | 825 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

When he breaks out the peach Schnapps, also a favorite of hers, she gives him a Look. “Okay, what are we celebrating here?”

It's starting.

50.

Before moving in with the Munsons, Robin had come home with Steve after work more often than not. On those nights, she’d put her feet up on the dashboard (no matter how many times he whined at her not to do that) and say, “Home, James!” in her approximation of a snooty English voice. It always reminded Steve of his mom in her most stuck up moments, which made him snicker, which encouraged Robin to keep doing it.

He’s shyer about inviting her over these days, since it’s not exactly his house—no matter what Eddie and Wayne say. They use the words house and home interchangeably, whereas Steve. . . .

The place in Loch Nora, now sold, had always been his house, but it hadn’t felt like a home since he was a little kid. Since his parents started leaving him to more or less fend for himself while they went on ever-longer business trips. It had belonged to him like a thing, a place on a map, somewhere all his stuff lived. He hadn’t felt much when moving out of it. The Munson house is his home now in a way the Harrington house had never been, so much so that he thinks a part of him would break if he ever had to leave, but it doesn’t belong to him. It feels more like he belongs to it.

But he needs to tell Robin, so he invites her over on a night Wayne is working and Eddie has promised to stay at Jeff’s until Steve calls to let him know how it goes.

Steve calls the good pizza place from Family Video so they can pick it up on the way after clocking out. Robin's go-to order is half Hawaiian, hold the ham, and half Hawaiian, hold the pineapple. (It was a texture thing, she’d tried to explain once. The direct combination of the fruit and the meat was just bleh, no matter how well the flavors compliment each other.)

When he breaks out the peach Schnapps, also a favorite of hers, she gives him a Look. “Okay, what are we celebrating here?”

“Oh, nothing,” he replies with transparently fake casualness, all the better to hook her interest in the good part of the reveal. He passes her a full shot glass, taking his own and a slice of pizza and putting his socked feet up on the coffee table. “Cheers.”

“Steeeve,” Robin protests.

He lets out a faux sigh. “Okay. . . . You might have been right about Eddie.”

She scrunches up her nose, but her eyes flash with pure glee. “Well, obviously. But about what?”

Steve can’t hold his grin in any longer. “He’s kind of my boyfriend now.”

Robin’s eyes go as wide as plates. (Which they don’t have, because Steve hadn’t grabbed any. Maybe Eddie is a bad influence. . . . Or maybe he’s finally starting to shake the habits he’d picked up to protect expensive furniture.) She turns to face him, her shot glass clutched in both hands so it doesn’t spill. “Okay, first of all I can’t believe you got a boyfriend before I got a girlfriend. Second of all . . . ugh, who am I kidding, yes I can. Dingus.”

Still grinning, he holds out his shot glass insistently until she rolls her eyes and clinks hers against it. “Cheers,” he says again, and knocks it back.

“Prost,” Robin declares, doing the same. She coughs a bit, and reaches for her first slice of pineapple pizza. “Okay, now. Tell me everything.”

So he does.

Good stuff first though. The hesitant first kiss, and the ecstatic second one. The not wanting to tell anyone at first they hadn’t even put a label to it. The nerd dice Eddie had given him for no reason whatsoever. (Not even for a random so-many-weeks anniversary; Steve had counted, and those kisses happened exactly seventeen days before the gift.)

“He’s been trying to convince me to play Damsels & Dumbells again ever since that one time,” Steve adds. He knows there’s this dumb, pleased little smile on his face, but he doesn’t care. “So I guess he’s not just saying it.”

Robin, sipping her second shot of peach Schnapps, pokes at his cheek. “Awww, you’re being wooed in nerd. And it’s working. That’s so precious.”

“And then I gave my first blowjob,” he adds, knowing what her reaction is going to be but too proud of this achievement to care. “Eddie said I was good at it.”

“Okay, less precious.” Pausing, she reaches for another slice of pizza. (Ham this time. She alternates.) “I’m glad you guys finally worked it out, though. Watching the two of you dance around each other was getting embarrassing.”

Steve ducks his head so she won’t see the way he bites his lip. Now or never. “Yeah. . . . It was a long time coming.”

“I mean, March wasn’t that long ago—”

“It’s been longer than that,” he interrupts.

And, steeling himself, he tells her the rest.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #my fanfic

[harringtonswriting]

It’s not necessarily on the lists but what about matching costumes with Steve?

okay but i love this idea, thank you so much for sending it! i kinda cut it a little close to the wire with this, but i hope you enjoy!

...

“Hey, you alive in there?”

This is the third time you’ve knocked on Steve’s bathroom door in the last thirty minutes. You know he can take a little bit longer than most in the bathroom, taming that impressive mane of hair on his head, but this seems a little excessive, even for him.

You’re supposed to be heading to a Halloween party together, thrown by some guy you both knew in high school who was back on break from college–Steve knew him better than you did, though you’d both been invited. You were pretty sure you were Steve’s plus one, but you didn’t mind. You’d even convinced Robin and Nancy to swing by too, and where Nancy was, Jonathan would most likely be quick to follow (and hopefully bring Argyle with him; he makes the best pizza, which tastes even better when drunk).

You’ve been ready for approximately twenty of the last thirty minutes; while Steve had claimed the bathroom, you’d gotten ready in his bedroom. You were pretty proud of your costume, you had to say–you and Steve had decided to be one of those couples and wear matching ones. Though… well, you hadn’t exactly told him how you’d match him. And you’re looking forward to seeing the look on his face.

“Can’t rush perfection, baby!” you heard Steve call back through the door, and then the sound of the bathroom sink turning on. Rolling your eyes, you lean against the wall across from the door, adjusting the sunglasses on your face. Thankfully, you only have to wait a few more minutes before the door swings open and there’s your boyfriend, aviator sunglasses on, hair slicked back, and a dark green jumpsuit covered in patches on his body. He’s even got dog tags dangling around his neck, though you can’t quite make out what they say. There’s a big, charming smile on his face as he poses, hands on his hips, and his glasses slide slightly down his nose. Which is when he sees your costume, and his smile drops off his face.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, a little incredulous, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up past your lips as you catch the way his shoulders sag in disappointment. “We’re supposed to be doing a couples costume!”

“We are!” you insist, letting your own sunglasses slide down your nose to meet his gaze. You purposefully twitch your upper lip, moving the bushy fake mustache you’d applied there earlier in Steve’s bedroom mirror. “We’re the dream team, Maverick and Goose!”

“But you were supposed to be sexy Charlie!” Steve is nearly pouting, now, with his shoulders sagging. That had been the original idea, but the prospect of being comfortable all night in the dark green jumpsuit you’re wearing (with a backup Hawaiian shirt underneath, in case things got too warm at the party) definitely outweighed the traditionally sexy costume you know Steve had been expecting. You push off the wall, walking over to him to adjust the collar of his jumpsuit.

“You look great, honey,” you tell him, leaning up to press a kiss against the corner of his lips. He really does look more attractive than he has any right to be; you know he’s not-so-secretly Tom Cruise’s biggest fan, right after Nancy, and though he’d cried every single time, the two of you had to have seen Top Gun at least ten times over the summer. And you were fully planning on getting it for Steve the moment it was released on home video.

“Thanks, dear,” he replies, one of his eyebrows raising as he stares down at you. “Are you gonna keep the mustache on all night? Because I don’t know how I feel about kissing you with that thing on.” You roll your eyes again, kissing him just to rub the mustache against his upper lip, and you laugh as he jokingly pushes you off him. You wrap one of your arms around his, and the two of you descend downstairs to make your way to the party.

“C’mon, honey, I feel the need… the need for speed! And Halloween candy!”

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things reader insert #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #stranger things #anon #anon ask #this was SO fun to write #i love silly costumes and like #this seemed perfect to me

[amyyythestarry]

TSUKASA AND AMANE HEADCANONS BECAUSE I LOVE THEM!

Tsukasa and Amane pierce their ears. They make sure their parents don’t know though, so they only wear earrings outside

Tsukasa listens to sad music like it’s hyper pop or something

Tsukasa is a audhd-er

Amane is autistic

They’re hypersensitive to weather

Tsukasa likes unique taste candies

They are those type of students that visit their councilors every second of the day

Tsukasa has picked up the stim of playing with his hair, tucking it behind his ear/twirling it/pushing it out of his face because Sakura does it a lot and he observes her doing it

Amane hates frogs. He’s deathly terrified of them. He can do lizards and snakes though

They can do the transatlantic accent

Demiboys

Tsukasa is aro ace and Amane is bisexual

Tsukasa hyper fixates on at least one random person in school he sees for a week, if you ask about them outside of that one week he won’t really know what your talking about

Amane is terrible at taking care of kids, most of them don’t like him, Tsukasa is amazing at taking care of them ( More than the parents ), all of them like him

They read a lot of books together

They both have asthma ( I don’t know if I already posted that )

They share a room together, but you can probably tell who’s side of the room is who’s if you know them

They like Hawaiian pizza

Tsukasa’s deadly afraid of koalas. They used to attack him a lot as a kid ( 5/6 or something ). His parents were so confused on why koalas were in their area. Amane finds his fear of them humorous now

Tsukasa’s one of those students that barely pay attention in class but still get good grades and test/quiz scores. He’s the second top student in his homeroom. Teachers and students just thinks he cheats but really he just suddenly knows everything about the subject randomly

Amane is the biggest Ryan Reynold’s fan you’ll ever meet

Tsukasa only knows about Deadpool, Red Notice and Scrubs

Wants to dye their hair so so so bad

Definitely shed tears during the Home movie ( The one with the alien and black girl )

THAT’S IT!

#tbhk #anime #tsukasa #amane #hanako #tbhk tsukasa #jshk tsukasa #tbhk amane #jshk amane #yugi tsukasa #yugi amane #tsukasa yugi #amane yugi #yugi twins #yugi twins tbhk #yugi twins jshk #jshk #my tbhk hcs #tbhk hcs #my jshk hcs #jshk hcs #yugi twins hcs

[annahxredaxted]

Love is gone..

Characters: Freelancer/ Gavin- Gavin/lasko

Tw: cheating, yelling, cursing, mentions of NSFW.

@badwolf52 freelancer angst?

I was driving home from school when this sinking feeling came to my stomach. I thought I might have been nerves or something like that but I guess not.

I felt disgusting, and the thing is I don’t even know why- I haven’t eaten in a while, yeah that’s probably it, I’ll eat something. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself I just needed to eat I couldn’t be settled on that answer alone. ‘What was wrong?’

I pulled up to maxes rustic pizza and sat in the car for a second. I needed to breathe. It will all be better if I just breathe…right?

5 minutes go by and I’m still in my car, I eventually get my wallet from the glove box- you sigh a picture of Gavin in it- I start to smile, It was a picture of us on our third date, smiling and giddy, gav, as handsome as ever

‘I really love him’ I thought to myself rethinking all of the time we’ve spent together

————————————————————-

“Hi welcome to maxes rustic pizza! What can I get you this fine day?” The Guy behind the counter asked. I wanted to get Gavin something as well though,

“Excuse me one minute I just need to text my boyfriend, so sorry.” He nodded with a smile and I pulled out my phone

I got distracted again, my lockscreen was Gavin. He was so cute I mused for a second-

I snapped back to reality. I clicked the text app icon and went to my pinned contacts first one there- Gavin💜

Freelancer: hey gav. I’m at maxes is there anything specific you want?

^ delivered

Why wasn’t he answering? That’s weird. Maybe he’s sleeping right? Okaayy but it’s Gavin. He wouldn’t go to bed by himself- unless he’s really tired, yeah that’s it he’s tired.

“Excuse me? Are you ready to order?” I was back from my long train of thought. “Oh right uhm, can I get, a small Hawaiian pizza?” I said as he punched some words into his register.

“That’ll be 7.89$” i reached into my wallet scrounging around to find my card, when allas I found it!

I handed him my card, there was an awkward two seconds while he was swiping my card, and it was registering.

“If you don’t mind going over into the waiting area?”

I nodded and walked over to the area that had a big sign that said,

‘WAITING’

I decided to try my luck with lasko. Maybe he’ll want to come over for dinner

Freelancer: hey lasko, are you busy tonight?

^ delivered

Why the fuck were neither of them answering?

That feeling was back. Were they okay?

“Order for (freelancer)?” The guy behind the counter yelled,I got up and quickly grabbed the pizza, said thank you and left.

I got in my car, gently placing the box of pizza on the passenger seat. I tightly gripped the wheel. Once again my stomach was turning every which way. It didn’t matter right now I’ll just drive home and everything will be just fine.

The drive home was awful. I kept adjusting my seat, I got cut off, honked at, flipped off, my phone wouldn’t even connect to Bluetooth/Aux.

it’ll all be better once I get home.

I pulled up to the house and there laskos car was. In my parking spot. That means I have to park on the side of the road and lasko and Gavin were ignoring me or something.

I walked past the windows all the lights were off. We’re they watching a movie? I scrounged through my bag to find my house key, when I finally found it.

I walked inside to see clothes scattered on the floor. As if they had been thrown carelessly. I took one whiff of the air and the stench of burning liquor was vivid.

I walked into the kitchen to set the pizza down to see three empty beer bottles and two unopened bottles

‘What is going on?’ I thought too myself. I reluctantly placed the pizza on the counter, and walked toward the hallway.

“Gav? Lasko?” I said in a assertive tone.

I heard a very faint

“shit.”

“You guys in there?” I said knocking on the bedroom door once and then opening it

The second I opened the door my heart sank. There Gavin, shirtless, no less and lasko was shirtless both rushing frantically to put their clothes on.

That hurt, the person I dedicated three years too, the person, who’s seen my vulnerability, my tears, my pain, my sadness, and happiness, everything, and he just threw it way like it was nothing..

Gavin looked guiltily at me, as if he was trying to say sorry with his eyes, didn’t work but he tried

“Deviant-“ he started, I didn’t want to hear any of “n-no Gavin, I don’t want to hear it.” I said not making eye contact, and ran out of the roon

“Freelancer wait!” Lasko yelled from the other room as I walked back to the kitchen to find my keys

A few silent tears fell from my eyes, making it blurry and hard to see anything, I just wanted to go, I want to leave, and never talk to him- or lasko ever again... Gavin grabbed my hand.

“Deviant,” I cut him off again

“That’s not my name.” I said quietly

“What?” He dropped my hand

“I said, that’s not my Fucking name.” I said about to explode, anger, Fury, and rage, but also pain, sadness, and confusion ‘am I not enough?’ I painfully thought to myself

Lasko ran out of the room with a shirt on buttons sloppily done hair frizzy, sweating, and flushed.

“I- I can’t believe you would, do this Gavin, what did I ever do to you!” I said crying, anger spilling out, I couldn’t hold it in anymore

“(Freelancer) I’m so sorry my love. I- was,”

“I told you to call me by my name. Don’t call me ‘my love’ . Because this,” I pointed at him and lasko ,” is not love. Not for me anyway.”

“Please give me another chance. We- we were drinking, next thing you know,” I stopped him a finger sharply pointed up signaling him to not talk anymore

“I don’t want to know what happened next. I already do.”

Lasko tried to say something but I shut him up

“Fuck off lasko. You too Gavin. We’re- we’re done.” I said that last part with that confidence I never had. Or never thought I could have, anyway.

“Freelancer.”

“I loved you, I gave you all I had, I poured my heart out to you, fuck Gavin I do love you. But I can’t do this anymore.” I grabbed my car keys and left, this hellhole- on my way out, Gavin clenched his chest- the emotion overwhelming him, but I don’t care, it’s not my fault.

Part 2? I dunno

@maplecrow and @essbi24 you guys said you wanted it so I thought you should read it first

#redacted asmr #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #making this made me cry #I’m sad now

[peonierose]

WIP Ask

I would like ALL those questions answered for the mermaid WIP. Please and thank you!🙏🏼😚

Hii Cari 🩷

You’re such a sweetheart you know that? 🩷

Okay here we go (I hope its okay if it gets a bit longer).

👀 - An excerpt from my WIP

(I’m giving you two excerpts from Ocean‘s Daughter 🩵)

“You’re right. We should head home. The sun is already setting. Let’s not get caught during the night.“ He says and I nod.

Kainalu tries to pull the anchor up, but it doesn’t budge.

”Damn. Looks like the anchor is stuck.“

I look down and the metal chain that leads to the anchor doesn’t come out of the water.

“It’s probably just stuck around some algae or seaweed. I’ll go down and unstuck it.“

“Thanks. I owe you one.“

“You got it, my little water princess.“

“Bite me Lahela.“ He grins at me and I laugh as I put my scuba mask on and jump into the water.

”Here I drew something for you. You might want to try this out.“

I take the note from Ernestine.

My eyes widened.

I clear my throat.

”Oh wow. That’s…very graphic. I’ll keep this in mind.“ I tuck the note away.

”Yeah. Yeah. Now go ask her out and give her a nice orgasm she won’t forget very soon.“

I laugh and have to wipe away tears from the corner of my eye. I swear this woman is something else. But I love her. She's great. One of the best patients I’ve ever had.

”I will. Thank you, this is a good suggestion.“

Ms. Davis nods and even cracks a small smile.

”Oh I know. Now go. I want to enjoy my pudding and no Eugene won’t get any since he ratted me out.“

I laugh again and place a soft hand on Eugene’s shoulder as I lean in to whisper.

”Please take good care of her and call me should she feel unwell at any time. Okay?“

I handed Eugene my card where I scribbled down my personal cell number.

Eugene smiles a watery smile.

”Thank you Dr. Lahela. I appreciate it.“

👑 - A random fact about one of my

OC‘s

I’ll take Kainalu from Ocean‘s Daughter 😍

Kainalu owns a restaurant called Uhane - which means Soul in Hawaiian - that serves local, traditional Hawaiian food. Such as Katsu or Kona coffee 😍

🦀 - Favorite piece of dialogue:

”I didn’t catch your name?“ Dr. Danbury looks pointedly at me and I cross my arms over my chest.

”I didn’t introduce myself. I’m sure you can find your way back on your own. Have a safe trip. I hear the waters are treacherous.“ I turn around and don’t wait for their response.

☀️ - Current word count

For part 1 - 3974

For Part 2 - 8386

Though it may change, as the story progresses I‘ll either add or remove things from the story. I was thinking of even posting the story in parts 😍

❄️ - Toughest aspect of my WIP

A tough part is building the story and the progression, making it make sense. Also the Hawaiian culture, mythology and history are tough because I’m not an expert so I’m relying on a lot of research online. It’s fun to learn about Hawaiian history and their mythology though. Most Hawaiian words I can’t pronounce though, so I look up the pronunciations if there are any pronunciations listed online 😍

🍕- My characters' favourite food

Luna

Pizza 🍕

Barbecue

Açaí bowls

Malasadas

Bryce

Garlic shrimp with rice

Poke

Coco Puffs

Croissada

Noelani

Leoda’s Pies

Mac and Cheese Pancakes

Chocolate Haupia Cream Pie

Manapua

Kainalu:

Loco Moco

Mochiko Chicken

Saimin

Haupia

⚽️ - Genre of my WIP

Fantasy with a dash of romance and some humor.

🤔 - What's the inspiration behind my

WIP?

The inspiration behind this AU was a scene from H2O - Just add water - Season 1, episode 26. Where a marine biologist is hunting mermaids to study them and use them as experiments for scientific purposes. So I used that inspo and turned it into a AU with my own twist added to the story. Using Hawaiian mythology instead.

🎁 - Prologues or no prologues - Why?

I love prologues. They’re so much fun. Because it tells you a bit of the story lying ahead. You can make it short or a bit longer. I think a prologues is good especially if it’s a new book / story that you’re reading. So a prologues can be helpful to give you an idea what’s next and for you to adjust to the story and characters.

🎶 - WIP playlist

I’ve made two playlists on Spotify:

Here there are Part 1 & Part 2

Thank you so much for sending me this ask it means a lot 🥹 Have a beautiful day Cari and keep on shining 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#Ocean‘s Daughter #Bryce Lahela #Luna Auclair #Kainalu & Noelani #marine biologists #🧜‍♀️

[vigsilantes]

one day off (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader Summary: You and Adrian finally have a day off and Adrian gets curious about smoking weed. Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Making Out, Comfort, Idiots in Love, Swearing, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Smoking, Weed, Warnings: swearing, smoking weed (read on ao3)

Adrian has always been skeptical about weed. You have been open about how often you smoke and felt comfortable smoking around him, though he never totally approved of it, he has seen you do far more illegal things than smoking a bit of weed, so he doesn’t really care. Recently, with all of the missions you and the team have been going on, you have been overly exhausted, especially Adrian. He always puts 100% into every mission and he is definitely feeling the repercussions of it. Luckily, after weeks of nonstop work Harcourt offered you two the day off, and you gladly accepted it.

The day had been incredibly blissful and consisted of you and Adrian watching shitty horror movies and cuddling on the couch. The two of you always love to discuss what you’re watching while watching it, making funny comments, or sharing fun facts. Most people find it incredibly annoying, well everyone finds you and Adrian annoying with anything you two do, but you love what Adrian has to say and he loves what you have to say. After the third movie of the day, the pizza you ordered a while ago arrived just in time for dinner. In the kitchen, you opened the box of Hawaiian pizza and started to ramble on and on about how much you like pineapple on pizza and how it often gets too much hate. After a minute you notice how silent Adrian is, which isn’t like him, especially when talking about how much of an advocate he is for pineapple on pizza.

“Why are you being so quiet, Ade?” you ask, gently poking his stomach. He furrowed his brows.

“Well, I was just thinking…” he trailed off and paused. You scrunched your eyebrows. “You know how you smoke weed?” he asked, completely seriously.

“Yes, Adrian, I do. What’s up?” you question while taking a slice of pizza from the box and putting it on your plate.

“Well….” he paused again; he never takes this long asking something unless he’s nervous. “I….” he began, then started fiddling with the napkins he had for you both in his hands.

“Adrian whatever it is, you can ask me,” you smiled and nudged him, hoping that would prompt him to finally spit it out.

“So, I know you’ve smoked weed for like as long as I’ve known you and I have always kinda protested it in the past which is really dumb because it’s totally legal now and like everyone smokes which is cool like your body your choice you know? But it just seems like you’re always able to really relax, like... totally chill out for a bit whenever you smoke, and you always laugh a lot and you get really giggly and cute and your face turns this pretty shade of pink when you’re baked and whenever you and Chris smoke you guys have a blast, and it seems really fun to just let go like that for a while an- “

“-Babe, do you want to smoke with me?” you ask, finally cutting him off from his long-winded ramble. Sometimes it’s just best to cut him off when you can tell where he’s going with his ramble, if you don’t, he will just never stop. You once heard him talk about chipmunks for like twenty minutes. You didn’t mind, as you love hearing what he has to say. Chris and Emilia on the other hand got bored, fast.

“I think so?” he said, almost unsure of himself but with a smile growing on his face. “The missions have been fucking insane lately and I wanna have some fun with you on our one day off,” he rubbed your arm and you smiled. “Which is total fucking bullshit by the way! Harcourt should let us have like weekends off or something,” he shrugged and you nodded your head in agreement, he wasn’t wrong.

“Well, I can totally smoke you up!” you wiggled your eyebrows and smiled. “We can just take it slow for your first time!” you got on your tippy toes to press a small kiss on his cheek, then went into your shared bedroom to grab your stash of pot in your drawer. You left your bedroom to find Adrian on the couch and the pizza on the coffee table. You joined him and sat crossed-legged next to him.

“Okay so since it’s your first time I’m gonna just roll a joint, nothing crazy alright?” you ask, double checking if he really wants to smoke.

“Okay!” he said with cheer in his voice. You started grinding the weed and as you looked up at Adrian, you could see the excitement in his pupils. He started eating a slice of pizza as he watched you in amazement. After you finished grinding the weed, you grabbed your rolling tray and a paper, and began rolling a joint. About halfway through Adrian said “Wow, you’re so good at that babe, that looks hard.”

“It takes a lottttt of practice Ade, but thanks.” you smiled at him and continued rolling it. After a second, you licked the paper, and you had a joint that was ready to smoke. You stuck the joint in your mouth, got your lighter, lit the end of it and inhaled. Adrian watched you intently, so he knew exactly what to do, even though he’s seen you smoke hundreds of times.

“Alright so really try to inhale it, like take a deep breath,” you tell him and he nods. You pass him the joint and he does what he was told, taking a very deep inhale from it. Seeing him smoke was something you’ve never seen him do before, but he looked very hot doing it. He coughed a little bit but seemed to be fine, totally normal for new smokers.

“You alright?” you ask him, just making sure.

“Yeah, I think I did it right!” he smiled, almost choking on his cough. It took a second, but he stopped coughing then handed you the joint. He then fist-pumped because he successfully smoked which made you chuckle. You took a few drags and took your time, making sure he had a minute in between his hits. He watched you in awe as you inhaled, his pupils completely dilated, and you blushed. You gave him the doobie again and he slowly took a long drag, his cheekbones becoming defined as he inhaled.

“Fuck Ade, you look really hot smoking…” you admit, still blushing from before. The complement caused him to blush, and he smiled.

“Now you understand how hard it is to control myself whenever you smoke!” he said jokingly. “The number of times I’ve jerked off while thinking about you smoking is like dumb high,” he laughed, and you shook your head smiling.

You both took a few more drags from the joint, you having more than him, and you eventually finished it. After a few minutes of eating pizza and making jokes, you both were totally baked. His eyes were a bit glossy, and his face was red, but you could tell he was a bit relaxed, or as relaxed as Adrian Chase can be. You clicked on a corny zombie movie and began cracking up at everything that was happening. At one point, you had to pause the movie because you two couldn’t stop laughing.

“He-he totally just-" Adrian started but cut himself off by laughing more. You were laughing so hard; neither of you could even breathe.

“That-” you couldn’t even get out what you were trying to say because of the laughing. Adrian’s face was completely red, and he looked so incredibly happy. After a few more minutes of full-on belly laughing, you calmed down to a few small laughs and chuckles. You rubbed his hand and smiled.

“I’m glad we're having fun,” his smile never faded but it somehow increased when you said that.

“Thanks for smoking me up, babe,” he pulled you closer to him, you were now face to face. His green eyes shimmered while looking into yours, and he kissed you, sloppily but happily. You returned the kiss and then some, and ran your fingers through his small curls, lightly scratching his scalp. That riled him up and he pulled you in even closer. His kisses became more passionate, you could tell he was hungry for more of you. He ran his hand down your back and gently lifted you up onto his lap. You separated for a second as you hovered over him, and as he looked up at you, you both smiled.

“This was a good day off,” you stated, fixing his glasses which were practically falling off of his nose. He grinned.

“You can say that again!” his cheeks got rosy, and he went in for another kiss.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante #vigilante x reader #peacemaker #adrian chase fluff #freddie stroma #adrian chase x gender neutral reader #adrian chase fic #adrian chase x you #adrian chase vigilante #peacemaker hbo #adrian chase drabble #chris smith #cross posted on ao3 #idiots in love #vigilante imagines #vigilante fluff #smoking a joint #established relationship #comfort #vigilante drabble

[mossy-kit]

What’s the white whale fic about!

(also answering this ask from my beloved @yrael “hiiii you should talk about forever's a luxury” thank you also 😊)

ohoho my white whale... my holy grail.... my "one day if this were done it'd be really good but it is distinctly not done"... forever's a luxury, aka my Tyler Violet post ambush reintegrating into their life fic. Started back pretty much right after Tyvi got resurrected, back in summer 2021, and then I kept picking it back up and sticking bits on it and rewriting intermittently for quite some time, up until my lull a while back at least.

The central premise of this one is essentially just Tyvi, who died back in season 3, coming back after being unceremoniously ambushed roughly thirty years after they died. They immediately leave the Tigers’ shadows to go back to stay with Ziwa, who I tend to lore as their childhood friend and essentially lifelong ride or die. For both of them, it’s this incredible gift they never expected to be given, but at the same time Tyler’s got a lot going on: nearly their entire team was Ship of Theseused away in their absence (which they still feel guilty for and particularly broken up about, since they helped sign up a lot of the early team members), the game is still going on and putting the people they have left in danger, they feel bad for leaving their teammates still down in the Hall, and mostly – on some level, they want so badly to fit into the hole that was left, and so do their friends, but they’ve been gone thirty years, and never had a chance to do the growing that the still-living ones got to do, so they’re stuck with a lot of twenty-something baggage and habits that the people they’re closest with (namely Ziwa, and then Greer, their sort of ex) have moved on from in a lot of ways, and it’s about them finding their way through that to keep going forward anyway.

some snippets because now I’m in the word document again and remembering how much fun this was to write:

“Tyler still can’t help but feel like if they blink, one of them will disappear. Because the gods don’t offer gifts for free. They know that. So if they’re alive, it’s because they’re a marionette held by callous hands, and they’ll need to dance to earn their place, just like everyone else. It’ll catch up with them; they don’t know how, but they know it just like they knew the minute Jaylen burned that they would too, eventually.

But Ziwa’s here, they’re here, right now, solid and wide eyed and so very, very alive, and so is Tyler, even if only for tonight.”

“Sure, they look like the one they knew; they could have been twins. This one’s glowing eye is green instead of purple, but even in that difference, the mischief lighting up the unlit eye is almost exactly the same. They watch this Jenkins high-five a scruffy looking pitcher with an extremely bedazzled jacket, and they keep having to remind themselves that this isn’t them, that this person won’t remember always sharing the Hawaiian pizza with them in the away game hotel rooms, tag-team teasing right back if anyone tries to argue the old pineapple-on-pizza debate. Because that person’s gone, has been for a long time now. And it’s not like she didn’t know that, but it’s not every day you have to look the proof in the face.” <- Tyler is not so much getting along with Jenkins in this fic at least at first lol

“Their first thought, when they wake up, is whether Kennedy’s going to want to go and stand by the big rock that they claim “gets better reception” to see if they can get a Haunting in that day, maybe try and pass the last message they wrote through to Vela. And then for a moment they’re wondering where Hobbs is, because he usually ends up half sleeping on their arm and maybe he got up early to go talk to some of the Magic like he does when he’s bored because he’s never really slept much and then they’re wondering where all of them are, because Eli should be snoring, even though they don’t breathe he still manages to find a way to snore, and Trev should be stirring by now too, and then they get this horrible, sinking feeling in their gut that something’s wrong, something’s horribly wrong, and so they force their bleary eyes open and all of them are gone, and the memories crash back in all at once.”

augh. anyway. one day I’ll write this, shake my fist at god, etc etc. thanks for the ask! always fun to get into it again 😊

#she's really Goin Through It riv

[hotchs-bitch]

Hello hello! In honour my brain kicking into gear and letting me actually write stuff, I’ve officially started to make headway on…. 🥁🥁 part 2 of the Breaking Up Slowly trilogy.

It’s not a super popular work but it’s one of my favourite things that I’ve written, and if you’re a fan of it I hope you enjoy the ride that I’m about to take these poor bastards on <3

To inspire me (and to give you a little taste of angst), please enjoy a teaser for Part 2- Love You Anymore

It’s been nearly two years since the beginning of the end; shouldn’t it be done hurting by now? Shouldn’t it have… well, ended?

Okay, so maybe that isn’t completely fair. You hurt a little less now than you did after that weekend, the one where you walked away from a less-than-perfect life with the perfect man.

That doesn’t mean you’ve healed, though. For the most part, you’re fine. You go out with your new coworkers, you go for walks around the park near your apartment two or three times a week, you’ve gone on a few dates that ended in nothing except you dodging calls the next day. For the most part you’re fine, just like you knew you eventually would be.

Missing Aaron and Jack is in the little things. It hits you the hardest on sunny mornings when you take your coffee out onto the terrace, remembering when that was a tradition you held with Aaron. You see Jack’s face in every laughing little boy at the park, and you see Aaron’s in every staunch businessman at the bar who obviously doesn’t want to be there.

You go grocery shopping and find yourself reaching for Aaron’s favourite brand of chips, or the chocolate chips you used for the pancakes Jack begged you to make on the weekends. You’re fine, you’re alright, until you’re standing in the baking aisle of Walmart with memories flooding you and tears begging to be spilled.

It’s hard to believe it’s over, even all this time later. Nearly two years, and you can’t even see an ad for Rolexes online without thinking about your ex. Pathetic.

You haven’t been to your favourite coffee shop in years; not since the day Aaron bought breakfast from there, brought you flowers, and you retaliated by breaking your own heart. It’s hard not to wonder what could have been- what would have been, if you hadn’t done the selfless thing.

That’s become your new mantra. You did the selfless thing.

You did the right thing, the hard thing and walked away, leaving behind a family and a life and the best job you’ve ever had, and you did it for a reason. You did it for Aaron, and you have to remind yourself of that fact every time it gets hard to remember.

On the nights when grief hits you like a wave trying to drag you under, you bear it and hold onto the hope that he found the life he wanted, the one you left him to pursue.

Maybe by now he has a new girlfriend, and Jack has a mom who knows how he likes his sandwiches; crusts taken off, and shaped with the dinosaur cutter.

Maybe by now Aaron doesn’t remember your face, your voice, the way you held him whenever the nightmares got a little too real. The way you loved him and he loved you, and the way your devotion to each other was unwavering on the nights where neither of you felt worthy of any kind of love.

Maybe he’s doing just fine now, and you can’t quite decide how you feel about that idea, so you shove it down whenever it bubbles to the surface. It comes out of nowhere, despair slapping you across the face just because someone at work offers you a piece of Hawaiian pizza; Jack’s favourite.

Maybe they’re happy without you.

It’s an unspoken question that you don’t want answered

#hotch x reader angst #aaron hotchner x reader #< i suppose #500 words of internal angst rly #anyways validate this I’m begging #t writes #my writing #t’s blurbs

[hazelthevixen]

It was my birthday :D + Happy halloweeeen!

2 days before halloween, on the 29th october, it was my birthday! :D I am now 24 as for now ^w^ Before my birthday we went on a nice relaxing train ride to big city where I was doodling some sketches on the way there and on the way home :3 You can get to see them here! I also had alot of fun at big city, it was nice looking at all the fun things and cool toys at the shops X3 Though after we got off the train, we also went to pizza hut which was before the shops, and me and my helper had some really good hawaiian pizza with ham, cheese, and pineapple, and we had em with bbq chicken wings, onion rings, and nachos with a dip and salad of our choosing! and for dessert I went for my childhood favourite: the ice cream machine! where you get to add your own sauces and toppings to your ice cream! it was great :D so that was before my birthday :3 But on my birthday I had a mcdonalds happy meal at big town! And in the happy meal I got a triceratops squishmallow X3 in The Land Before Time, they call the triceratops the threehorn dinos! that's what Cera is :3 I also got chicken mcnuggets, chips, and an oasis drink at McDonalds :3 They always do the best chips there X3 unfortunately no mcflurries this time, Mcdonalds said the machine wasn't working :c but that's alright, the food and the happy meal toy still made me happy ^w^ It's been forever since I had a happy meal so it felt nostalgic finally getting one again just like I use to do :3 I also did some fun shopping and got all kinds of cool things while I was out, including a make your own milkshake that comes in bubblegum flavour! yum! ^-^ There was also a pink version with strawberry, but I like bubblegum best so that's why I got the blue one :D it also came with candy which you can decorate the milkshake with so that sounds really cool X3 I saw some really cute pets at the pet shop too, I was saying hello to the really cute rats, gerbils, hamsters, and guinea pigs :3 The guinea pigs reminded me how much I love my ones at home so I said hello to mine when I got home, they were happy to see me ^w^ There was two black gerbils that looked just like my Dusky 💜 I miss him, he was a black gerbil too, and a very sweet one that is <:3 there was also a dark grey gerbil and a really cute light brown one with black here and there :3 I also said hello to the pet fish at the pet store, they were so cute and colourful, fish always make the funniest of faces lol X3 derrrp! XD I love how guppies have a big colourful swishy tail as they swim :3 so prettyy ^-^ I'm actually interested in getting more pets sometime if I'm allowed :o I'll see if I'm allowed birds, like zebra finches or whatnot. if not, I'll see if I'll be allowed some pet guppies because I've always loved guppies and I hear they're super easy to care for :3 and if not, I'll still be happy with my sweetest lil guinea pigs >w< They're my family and I will treasure them forever 💛 If I ever do get anymore pets they'll be family too ofcourse! ^-^ After that we came home with a bucket of kfc to enjoy at home :D The kfc people were super kind, they even gave a free cookie when they found out it was my birthday X3 I was also wearing my new Spongebob tee on my birthday that day too and I got a unicorn snowglobe for my birthday that plays a music box :3 well it's actually an alicorn because it has wings :D I have a princess castle snowglobe already that plays a music box already and I love it, it's very fantasy like ^w^ what's great about these ones is that they not only play cute music box tunes, but they also have colourful lights, and you don't even have to shake the snowglobe as the snow or glitter goes around for you when you turn it on :3 I also got some Spongebob comics which I'll enjoy and I got a squirrel plushie that's just like my old one I use to have when I was as a kid ^-^ The old one I think I may of had on my 5th birthday before, but sadly not long after back then, I was forced to send that one away or my parents will beat me up, because my abusive family always tries to take me away from the things I love, that's why I think families are stupid and a waste of time and I don't like them. Friends are so much better and I choose friends over family any day.. ÚwÙ But it's okay if you like your family tho! But I don't like mine so I hope you can understand why I don't support mine. But I'm glad I can finally be able to get my old squirrel back without my stupid family telling me otherwise and telling me what to do all the time, cos I missed my squirrel so much QwQ But now my new squirrel will get to join me as I relive my childhood <=) and she's just like my old one too! ❤️‍🩹 I can't remember what I called my old one but I think I'll call this one Acorn :3 She's a cute red squirrel ^-^ I already have a cute grey squirrel stuffie too and he's called Peanut! :D I like him aswell X3 Oh and me and my good friend Wolfypoof were having a fun discord call aswell on my birthday and after it too :D I got to play Miitomo again thanks to an unofficial revival by Kaeru X3 You have no idea how many times I stuttered that name on the call because I wasn't sure what was the correct pronounciation was XDDDD And I still don't know how it's pronounced >=D I dare you to tell me to say the...the abonibal snowman on voice call-see I even can't spell the adomino snowman either XDDD and they get confused with the yetis alot of the time too lol XD AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THE DIFFERENCES XDDD /lhj Also for once I did a birthday song and cake with friends instead of family and it was actually alot better! :D Heck even my friends put way more heart into birthday songs so much more than my family would ever do UwU even if some of my friends aren't confident singers, at least they're not lazy like my boring old family lol. Had alotta friends join me for last year on my birthday, but this year they were all too busy :< but I appreciate that my good friend Wolfypoof made the time to celebrate with me so shoutouts to Wolfypoof, check out her amazing works :D https://www.weasyl.com/~wolfypoof It also feels like forever since I had a birthday song and cake, so it felt so nice to have it again y'know? ^-^ I dunno why I stopped, but I'm glad I managed to do it again because it helped make birthdays more special, and it was my first time doing it with friends so it was even better this time, because I was with people who actually make me happy X3 Unlike my family who brings constant fuss, negativity and drama lol, don't like their toxic vibes. I'm glad I chose to be nothing like my family when I grew up too! cos I am my owwnn person.. UwU Feels good to be free and good to be me! :D 🎵 Cos I'm free, to do what I want! Any old time..🎵 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPqQ-TQw9F8  So we talked alot about the birthday celebration, lemme tell you how I celebrated halloween! :D So before halloween on different days, I've been listening to my halloween playlist on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0VzstQqoMDWT3AzzNwyus7?si=7daab703aed5487b and I've been checking out all the cool halloween displays too! At shops and at other houses too X3 I've also been watching Hotel Transylvania 1 and 2 on different days aswell as watching Funnybones before bed on some days :3 I also watched some spoopy Spongebob episodes such as Squidferatu and Slappy Daze. I also plan to watch the Scaredypants episode and The Legend Of Boo-kini Bottom :D I'm a huge fan of Spongebob hehe X3 Oh and this halloween night I actually been out trick or treating in my fursuit! :D My helper was surprisingly a really good fursuit handler for her first time, it was fun hanging out and meeting all kinds of people and their reactions hehe X3 there was nice kids too! I was about to take my head off so I can go back to the car, but I didn't in front of the kids because I didn't want to break the magic <X3 with adults it's different ofcourse, because they know I'm dressing up, while some kids would probably think I would be a real walkin' talkin' fox XDD I actually wanna go public fursuiting more often :3 I might start doing it more on the autumn and winter because I'm not fond of the cold weather during those times, but fursuiting makes it easier to handle cold weather. I hear you can overheat more during the spring and summer if it's hot <:o So while I'm more of a summer girl, I think there's something to look on the bright side when the cold weather is bad UwU I could go out public suiting more :D hey who knows, maybe I'll get to be a sports mascot one day XD Or maybe be like my good friend Aoi and help with charities! ^-^ Shoutouts to Aoi too tho, she's doing a really good thing helping the disabled and vulnerable :3 https://www.weasyl.com/~aoithedragon I came home with a bag o candy and some toffee apples X3 I gave some candies I didn't like as a thank you to my helper also :3 She likes those ones more than I do at least X3 I also noticed I had a regular apple aswell, but I kinda already had apples at home so I hope she don't mind me giving her that one too <X3 the apples at home are pink ladies, my favourite kind of apples, so I gotta eat em up first. Wait I should probably eat the toffee apples first, not just cos they're great, but also cos I dunno how long it'll last with the toffee 'n' all.. <:3 ah well, good treats! :D The people were very kind, and the one with the toffee apples said I was allowed more than one, but I didn't wanna take too many cos they might not last long enough for me to finish em fogiufogufiofuod I also didn't wanna be greedy so that's why I sticked to just the two ^-^; There was plenty tho, dw! so I'm sure everyone got some ^w^ Oh yeah I actually had a spoopy story I was working on! Sorry it's taking a while, it's quite a biiiig literature.. ^-^; So I might be late again sorryyy! But I'm almost there so I'm gonna see if I can actually share it in time for halloween this time >:3 No promises tho! I'm even still working on the cover too <=D But you'll get to see it on my weasyl when it arrives https://www.weasyl.com/~hazel3 Stay tuned! ^-^ But for now, enjoy my new zodiac oc I drew for my birthday :3 She is the Scorpio Bunny! https://www.weasyl.com/~hazel3/submissions/2319225/scorpio-bunny Anyway, I hope you guys had a really good halloween! This is the first time in ages I had a really fun halloween so I'm glad I got to go trick or treating again! I hope I get to go to halloween parties again X3 those were fun too! I actually had more fun cosplaying and meeting everyone than getting the candies X3 but the candies was a nice thing too ofcourse! One of my favourite ones I got was a chocolate rolo and I love rolos X3 It's been a while since I had rolos and I forgot about them for a while, so today also helped me remember a candy I loved so that was awesome too ^w^ Anywho, happy halloween, trick or treat, and thank you for reading! :D

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[kingmaximusboltagon]

There's another old What If joke where Black Bolt eats pineapple pizza before bed and has a weird dream, which causes him to call out to Maximus and accidentally razes Attilan. Then all the other Inhumans get annoyed with him and Medusa criticizes his food choices. So going off the idea that once Black Bolt discovers pizza and likes it with pineapples, where do the rest of the Inhuman Royals stand on the subject of "Hawaiian" pizza? Which of them like it, are okay with it, or absolutely hate it?

!! maaan it sounds like the old what ifs are the slice-of-life inhumans stories i need!!! is it morbid to say i find the premise kind of adorable?

but hmm… i don’t know!! i admittedly very rarely think of things like favorite foods or clothing styles, even for my own ocs (my poor underdeveloped children), so this is a complicated question for me. i imagine crystal and triton would be more open to it, as i can see them wanting to delve more into human culture than some of the others. i think triton is polite enough that even if he didn’t like a type of food, he’d still eat it without complaints! i can definitely see him and crystal trying lots of different foods, though.

i think maximus would act like he hates it just to try to rile up bb, and also act like he loves it to try to rile up medusa, and meanwhile he’s completely neutral in reality.

i don’t have any particular idea for karnak, luna, or ahura… i don’t think gorgon would like hawaiian pizza. i think gorgon is the pickiest eater out of them all!

#sorry once again for being slow to answer these... its a bad habit unfortunately #but!! #and also the 'canon' of medusa disliking it and bb liking it of course #i personally do like pineapple on pizza... im afraid such bias may be reflected in my decision to make most of them neutral or #like it #its good!!! and i can live my life however i want!!! #blackagar boltagon #medusalith amaquelin #maximus boltagon #crystalia amaquelin #triton mander azur #karnak mander azur #gorgon petragon #ahura boltagon #luna maximoff #ask

[estrellami-1]

So what do you like on your pizza and also would you like to go get some 😅😇

Ooh honestly pretty much everything but (some) meats… and I don’t like spicy things so no jalapeños or anything like that. But I love Hawaiian, so pineapple and Canadian bacon, I’d do chicken maybe, definitely bell pepper and onion… no olives though, I hate olives 😂

With you? 😉❤️

#asks #my asks #thank you nonnie #I love you nonnie