#Tricky likes pancakes

[princessbrunette]

if anyone understands having a tricky relationship with their father, it’s nate archibald. ౨ৎ

somethin small i wrote abt nate bc a few people asked. cw: daddy kink, daddy issues, smut

that distant stare of yours, that pout as you stare out over the city from his apartment window. he knows it all too well. approaches you softly with a slight sympathetic pout of his own, running a hand over your head and bringing your cheek to his chest so he can kiss the top of your head. he couldn’t give you a better father, but he could give you that guidance and love you crave so much. he could do better.

so he gives you everything — you want that dress costing an arm and a leg? it’s already hanging in your side of the closet at his apartment. you too sleepy as you sit at the kitchen table in the morning after a long night with him? he’s forking up a perfect biteful of pancake and bringing it to your lips with a grin, happy to do so. he never gets mad when you snap at him, something deeper clearly triggering such a sudden reaction— only frowning and shaking his head, closing in on you to thumb at your cheek. “whats with the attitude? somethings on your mind. talk to me.” he coo’s empathetically.

it’s not just you that noticed— blair’s smug but somewhat gleeful smile as she totters alongside nate on the street, nudging him with a sharp elbow through her maison margiela coat. “well, you know how thrilled i am for you to finally be tugging along a girl of taste. even if i have to watch you treat her like you snatched her from the cradle yourself.”

he huffs out a laugh, shooting her a confused glance, walking alongside her with his hands in his pockets. “what are you talking about? she’s like one year younger than me. nearly two.”

“age isn’t nothing but a number, nate— i’m talking about the coddling, tell me — does she call you daddy in just the bedroom or do you extend that to all hours of the day?”

“jesus— need i remind you of boundaries blair, what i do with my girlfriend is none of your business… but— no, she doesn’t call me that.”

but it stayed bouncing around his brain like a ping pong ball. started noticing all the little things, how much more you’d cling to him after an argument with your father. selfishly, he almost started wishing you’d fight more— just so he could dote on you like that. the whole ‘daddy’ thing wouldn’t be so weird right? the thought of it had him reaching down to readjust in his tight suit pants, clearing his throat. uncomfortable? yes. but sexy, crazily so.

maybe he could milk it out of you. enforce a little more guidance until you’re putty in his hand. it wouldn’t be hard, he saw the way you’d blink at him all doe eyed when he’d tell you not to stay up too late, both thumbs stroking your cheeks. he’d speak slower, calmer, stand closer, make him the only thing you can see, think about even. he was gentle, loving, held eye contact super well — too well, made your face get hot and wanna look away. made you wanna shrink, go all mushy in your brain. “hey, look at me when i talk to you sweetheart. i don’t bite, you know.” he smiles, and there’s no threat present but god you’d never disobey him. never your nate.

it finally slips out when he’s got your thighs pinned open, strong arms wrapped around them whilst he sucks on your clit. he was always good at that, making you cum. nate knew just how to destress you after a long stressful day, far too stressful for his sweet girl. he laps you up, pressing thick fingers deep inside gummy walls, dribbling over your slit.

“nnnnnn—” you can’t even get his name out, clutching a pink throw pillow.

“i know, baby.” he hums.

“daddy!” you cry, and he doesn’t even bat an eyelid as if he was expecting it. if you’d been more with it, you would have seen him bite back a proud chuckle, shoulders relaxing just a little. he keeps at it, stroking the inside of your sensitive thighs.

“thats right. tell daddy how it feels.”

#nate archibald prompt #nate archibald smut #nate archibald drabble #nate archibald x reader #gossip girl smut

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Got tagged for several sentence Sunday by @bigfootsmom @eowon @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine and @daffi-990, as well as a lot of people for a lot of tag games all week. I was out of town and didn’t get the chance to respond, but I did scribble out this little fic in hotel rooms across the state. Tagging @shitouttabuck @malewifediaz @homerforsure @jeeyuns @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life if you have seven, or several, or, uh, however many sentences this is you’d like to share!

This isn’t the first and only time Eddie has found himself watching Buck’s hands. It's the variety, maybe, in how many ways he’s good with them that’s so captivating. Work, obviously, was the first time he’d noticed. Buck — and Eddie smiles whenever he thinks about it, now — had made himself so loud and blustery when they’d met. Eddie hadn’t doubted Bobby’s assessment that the man was a good firefighter, but he figured he was a heavy rescue kind of a guy, here for his brawn, someone to point at danger to terminator his way through it. Then, he’d held a box out for a bomb so steadily it saved all their lives; then, his grip was strong and sure in a collapsing hotel; then, on every call, no matter what, he moved with absolute confidence whether he was tying a perfect hitch knot or offering a hand to help a frightened vic to their feet. He’s good, he’s good at his job, he’s good with his hands, and still even years later Eddie has to remind himself to pay attention to his own task when Buck is at his side with a kind smile and reassuring chatter as his hands work carefully away.

The second place he’d noticed was with Chris. Buck understands lego diagrams that look like rocket science to Eddie, Buck wasn’t overseas or parenting a young child and so has played video games newer than Grand Theft Auto on a hand me down 360 sometime before 2010. He’s right there with the kid, always ready to advise on a tricky part of the diagram or give pointers for a difficult level, always ready to catch and support and comfort and protect, but the thing Eddie realized pretty quickly is how often he doesn’t do these things. Buck, from the beginning, had complete confidence in Christopher being able to figure out anything he puts his mind to. He doesn’t coddle, he never gets impatient and does something for him to get it done quicker. He’s just there to hand him the next requested lego piece with the same sort of awed smile Eddie knows is reflected on his own face when he watches his son.

Then, probably the kitchen. Eddie’s a better cook than he used to be, but he’d still rather watch Buck prepare food, diligently studying his hand on a knife or how he flips a pancake. When Eddie was a child and his abuela still lived in Texas he would watch her cook, how she would pour all her love and care for all of them into the meal, and Buck is just the same. Seeing him try the same dish over and over to get it just right makes Eddie wonder how anyone could ever think of this man as reckless, thoughtless. Being handed a plate by Buck is to be cherished in a way Eddie thinks not many people get to know.

Eddie has watched Buck’s hand on the small of Ali’s back, Taylor’s, Natalia’s. He’s watched them hold their hands, lead them in dances, seen how big his palm looked where it gently rested against their faces, wondered very quietly in some deep and hidden corner of himself what that kind of touch from that specific hand might feel like. He’s good with his hands and he’s got good hands, long fingers, little scars and freckles all over, a little bigger than Eddie’s own. He’d wondered — how could he not — quietly, and then louder and louder, and then-

And then Buck’s touches started to last longer, started happening with more frequency. A hand on his back as he passes him in Eddie’s kitchen, a room so familiar to them that the gesture is entirely unnecessary. A hand on his knee in the engine as Buck laughs at his jokes, Buck’s fingers curled gracefully around his elbow as they talk in a quiet corner of the station, gentle probing touches on every tiny scrape and bump Eddie accumulates on the job. Lingering, is the word for it, Buck’s fingers more and more reluctant to pull away, Eddie always leaning into the touch.

And now - a holiday party, full of folks from dispatch, the entire 118, Eddie’s pretty sure he even saw Ransone around the dessert table earlier. Buck’s got himself trapped behind the bar after he mixed a cosmopolitan for Karen and her delighted sound upon tasting it drew a crowd and endless requests started pouring in. So here Eddie is, too, the pair of them never far apart. He’s been perched on a stool for the last hour at least, watching Buck’s deft hands pour and mix and even do some fancy tricks with the bottles, tossing them in the air or behind his back. It makes Eddie laugh every time, and Buck’s responding grin makes him feel warmer than the alcohol could.

“You’re good at this,” Eddie says, which feels too obvious, or at the very least a vast understatement, and definitely something someone with a terrible crush would say, but something about the party and the way Buck keeps leaning towards him and, probably, the very good blackberry brambles that appear in front of him at regular intervals are all making him over inclined to share.

Buck’s grin is a little crooked, like his tongue is pressed against his teeth, and he winks, the bastard. Eddie’s probably turned a dozen shades of pink. “Bars I worked in had shit wages. Had to rake in the tips.” He nods towards Eddie’s glass, even this movement seeming extraordinarily smooth. “How’s the drink?”

Eddie snorts and takes a sip, like he needs to think about it. “You know it’s good. How come we just drink beers all the time when you can make shit like this?”

Buck laughs, head tilted back as he shakes a mixer full of Chimney’s piña colada. “Seems kinda overkill for a Tuesday night.”

Eddie grins into his drink, because Buck is at his house on Tuesday nights, and Wednesdays, and most of the rest of the week too if they can swing it. “Oh, I’m not a special enough occasion?”

“You’re plenty special, Eds.” Buck’s response is immediate, and his eyes have got all terribly soft and hard to look directly at, but the party and the leaning and the drinking have made Eddie brave, so he doesn’t duck his head. “I’ll make you a nice drink anytime.”

“Or you could-“ Eddie’s words catch, he coughs, he takes another sip of the bramble. Chimney leans against his side for a moment to grab the glass Buck’s poured his drink into, and Eddie remembers they’re not alone, they’re in a crowded room full of people who know them, he should probably go find water or breathe some fresh air, but then Chimney flits away again and Buck is looking at him expectantly.

“I could?” He prompts, with a smile that Eddie wants to fall asleep and wake up to, wants to taste.

Brave. He can be brave. Eddie rests two fingers on the back of Buck’s hand where he’s set it on the counter, looks up at him like his sister’s cosmopolitan magazines said to do. “You could show me what else you can do with your hands.”

Buck searches his face, taking big marathon runner breaths. “Eddie-” whatever he’s looking for he seems to find, because he nods, glances at Eddie’s drink, downs whatever’s left of it, and tilts his head towards the back door. It’s California, it’s not cold, but it’s winter and uncomfortable enough the backyard will be empty of party guests. Neither of them should get in a car yet, but this- this’ll work. This’ll do, in a pinch. Buck turns his hand palm up. “You wanna get out of here?”

Eddie takes Buck’s hand in his own, and they fit together just as perfectly as he hoped they might. “Yeah,” he grins, wide and goofy, unable to try and look cool about this at all. “Yes, please.” Buck is grinning just as wide, so there. “Your patrons might be upset though. Pretty early for a bar to close.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Buck says, tugging Eddie’s hand to start moving across the room. “You gave me the best tip of the night. I-“ he trips a little over somebody's toe, apologizes while Eddie giggles into his shoulder blades. “I’m retiring. They can make their own drinks.”

“Retiring?” Eddie’s impressed Buck gets the door open on only the second try. “What are you thinking of doing next?”

Buck turns around, bright against the dark backdrop of the empty yard and cloudy night sky, big dumb smile on his face. “I thought I’d become a firefighter.”

Eddie cackles, and chases Buck through the door. He stumbles a little but Buck’s hands come up to rest steady on his waist, catching him, easy.

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[captainpulisic]

don't want to keep secrets just to keep you - m. mount

thank you so much for all the support in the last fic, it really meant a lot! :) gif credits to owner word count : 1.9 k

relationships can be tricky. they’re complicated enough on their own, but when one of them is a famous athlete, it’s ten times worse. it’s ten times more scrutinizing. mason was no stranger to this. he knew the struggle of trying to navigate a relationship while in the spotlight is what had caused his previous ones to end, most of the time anyway.

before, you’d had the privilege of watching each of these breakups from the sidelines. alongside the general public, you saw the invasive tabloid shots and the weekly cheating scandal headlines. unlike the general public, being masons friend gave you the inside scoop of how frustrating it was to have these flings blow up before they could turn into something serious. 

but now, after years of you both denying your feelings for each other, you were finally together. and mason was going to make sure this didn’t end up like his previous romances had, you were far too important for him to lose. you were special, permanent. home. thus, you made the mutual decision to keep it a secret from the world and even your friends. it was just the wisest choice while you both learned how to handle your relationship being a topic lots of people would have opinions on.

you two had always been attached at the hip, so no one grew suspicious when your allotted hang outs grew more frequent. you were both affectionate people, so no one raised an eyebrow when you had to be touching in some way. it was a known fact that you both had been hurt in past relationships so no one questioned why you both weren’t rushing to go on dates with other people. it was all perfectly normal.

it had been infuriating having to refrain from kissing each other silly in front of others. it had been annoying having to keep sneaking over to each other's houses, making sure no one saw- especially since mason always had some mates around at his place. worst of all, it had been tiresome having to keep up this ruse in front of your friends and everyone else (mason wanted the world to know he was the one guy lucky enough to call you his own. you wanted to shout from the roofs how much space mase took up in your heart- all of it). you felt horrible lying to your loved ones, but the guilt went down a smidge when you remembered why you were doing it. when you remembered how quick things went to shit in his past relationships.

you two were about to hit the seven month mark on your relationship- setting aside the previous 4 years of friendship and a “will they, won’ they?” debate amongst your friend group. you pondered about how nothing would really change if you let your friends in on the truth, if anything they’d be relieved you finally got together. it was the people outside of your circle that worried you. you knew you’d become the main discussion in sleazy gossip magazines and new rumors about the pair of you would roll out every day. no, you didn’t want to put each other through that. you’d do it when the time was right.

“do you ever feel bad lying to the boys?”

it had been a sunny morning in london, quite unusual and quite nice. having spent the night at masons, you both woke up still in your love bubble from the previous night. standing in the kitchen, you were in charge of mixing the blueberries into the pancake batter, while he was on ‘flipping them before they burn’ duty (and he was at a 75 percent success rate). 

“not really.” mason shrugged, “if i tell ben, he’ll tell conor, who’ll tell kai, who’ll tell christian, who’ll tell reece, and soon enough potter will be trying to give me dating advice. now that’s really the last thing I need. ”

you couldn’t help but laugh at that, carrying your pancake-stacked plates to the living room. after settling on which show to watch, you nestled into his side and began eating and conversing. the tv served as more of some background noise, while you basked in each others presence and caught up on life. between his training and your studies (and all then sneaking around), you’ve hardly had the time to just be together. 

“we should do something today, a boyfriend-girlfriend thing.” you mused. 

“a boyfriend-girlfriend thing?” 

“yeah do something a normal boyfriend and girlfriend would do. every time we try, we do it ‘as friends’ or invite someone else along with us. remember how every sunday afternoon we used to go to the park and eat ice cream and just talk?” 

“yeah because we were just friends, it was the only time we could really talk.” mason wondered aloud, “though it has been a while, why’d we stop doing that?”  

“because we got busy doing each other.”

he snorted at that, “we could go later but honestly, im proper tired and want to stay like this a bit longer.”

“see! we’ve gotten too lazy! we opt out of a ten minute walk to the park just to stay laid up on the sofa.”

“but it’s because you look so pretty like this, you have to understand that.” mason pouts, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. he’s not lying, he really does think you look the prettiest when you’ve just woken up and have the sunshine hitting your face. what a view, he thinks. he’s already pulling out his phone before his mind can process what he’s doing. he just has to add this moment into the ever growing collection of pictures he has of you.

he had planned to press a kiss to your cheek but you’d had the same idea. at the last second, with both of your heads turning and no communication, the picture ends up being a blurry selfie of kissing the corner of each others lips. 

“send it to me? please?” you aim for a kiss again, this time on his stubbled jaw. you think its the cutest photo. it perfectly encapsulates how blissfully happy you are in these mundane scenarios. 

“mhm.” mason begins to absentmindedly tap on his phone, too busy enjoying the trail of kisses you're leaving on his face. suddenly, you feel his fingers freeze on the screen and his body tense up.

“everything okay, love?” one last kiss is placed right under his ear.

“well I definitely sent it to you.” you notice his cheeks are now turning an alarming shade of red.

“mase?” he gives no answer, eyes still glued to the screen and fingers still hovering over it. you reach for your own phone that had been discarded on the coffee table. 

well shit shit shit. yeah, he had definitely sent it to you. and to ben and christian and kai and reece and thiago and conor and kepa and every other person in your 30 member group chat that had been made to plan a surprise birthday party a few weeks ago.

“mason mount! what the hell did you just do?” your body began to tense up just as he had.

“I don't know! I saw your name and just clicked on the chat. I didn’t know it was the bloody group one! this is all your fault!”

“mine?” this causes you to snap your eyes to him. the nerve of this man, you swear.

“yes, yours! this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been kissing me. you know what it does to me, you know i'm weak to your seductions.” he adds an accusatory finger point for good measure. 

before you can bite back, the photo on your screen captures your attention again. it’s all over, you mourn in your head. our peaceful little bubble has popped. 

now mason feels like absolute shit, watching you stare at the phone in your hands. as if you’re staring into the void, looking at the picture you can't unsend. he kisses your bare shoulder, “i’m sorry, baby. they might not even check the chat-”

“we all check our messages,” bens voice cuts through, as him and kai walk through the doorway. “baby.”

you hide your face in the crook of masons neck, too embarrassed to exchange pleasantries. you try to bury yourself deeper into his side when you hear their snickers grow louder and an abundance of kissing noises. 

“so we have some news for you guys.” mason sheepishly laughs.

“and we’re really, really sorry we didn’t tell anyone before.” you mumble from your self-exiled hiding spot.

“don’t be sorry, you just helped me win £200 from conor.” ben pats your arm as he takes a seat next to you guys. 

“you were betting on us?” mason scoffs.

“conor was betting against us?” you ask, incredulously. 

“no,” kai responds in a heartbeat. “he just thought it’d take another six months for mason to man up and finally tell you. you know, so we don’t have to hear him talk about how “amazing” you are the entirety of training.”

you turn your face to look at mason as kai does the finger quotes when he says “amazing”, who is now blushing harder than before. just because he tells everyone that you’re the best person he knows doesn’t mean you have to know, too. 

“yeah okay, don't flatter yourself.” he mumbles, squeezing your chin.

“I can't believe they know now.” you whisper-laugh at mason, not having gotten up from his lap through this all. “how am i supposed to act like i’m too cool for you when we all hang out?”

“oh, cmon!” ben snorts. “like we never notice how you disappear together at the end of every night.”

you and mason share a look. “we didn’t realize you’d all seen that.”

“yeah, well we’ve seen it all.” kai grimaces. “including what you did in the locker room last week.”

-

a week had come and gone, questions had been asked from all your friends. when and how this relationship had started, had been established. the sexual questions had been asked and answered with a “fuck off” from mason. as shy as you had been, you were ready to go out and hang out with everyone, as a couple. yes, you’d been doing that for the past few months but no one had really known. 

now it was okay for you two to be next to each other and touching at all times (as if you hadn’t done that already). now everyone knew you were sitting on his lap and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, not just as really good friends, but as a lovesick couple. now it was funny to flip everyone off when they had booed because you and mason had shared a brief kiss, once or twice or nine times. 

“will you get mad if I say that i’m happy we told them?”

“we?” you lightly hit his chest. “you and your horrible attention span told them.”

“and? you still love me, anyways.”

“I tolerate you at best, mount.”

one kiss to your cheek. another kiss to the other cheek. a kiss on your nose. one more on your chin. two kisses on your cheeks again. and by the time his lips met yours, you knew you’d like to spend forever like this. 

“don’t take this the wrong way, guys. we’re really happy for you but if you’re going to be like this all night, you’re not allowed to sit together anymore.”

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine

[chelscait]

can you write another gio one pleaseee

birthday. | Gio Queiroz

You woke up this morning with the date fresh in your mind, 21st of june- your loves birthday.

She was sprawled out next to you in your shared bed, an arm wrapped securely round your waist as she snored softly.

The look of her made you want to be snuggled up to her forever, but you wanted to treat her first and then she can do whatever she wants the whole day.

It is her day after all.

You carefully plucked her arm off you, laying it gently beside her and you froze as she fidgeted but resolved as she fell silent again.

You made your way towards the kitchen, grabbing a whole load of ingredients to make Gio’s favourite breakfast, and sweet treat: pancakes.

You laid them all out on the counter and chucked your hair up in a quick ponytail, getting ready to put your best effort into this special meal.

Once you plated them up, you brushed your hands together quite proud with the fact you managed all that without waking Gio as she would have been on your heels by now.

You placed the plate on a tray as well as a coffee and a small cup of juice and made your way back to your bedroom.

“Buen día, mi amor.”

You opened the door to find Gio laying on her back, eyes barely opened as she stretched. She blushed as you placed the tray down before holding your arms out to her to help sit her up.

“Happy birthday.” You sat beside her on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Thank you, bebe.” She smiled against you before pulling away and grabbing the fork on the tray, you watched the side of her face as she took a bite and you couldn’t help yourself but to plant more kisses on her cheeks as she did so.

Her face tinted pink and she squirmed before you stopped and just planted your chin on her shoulder.

“Help me eat.” Gio guided her fork up to your face with a piece of pancake on the end, yourself taking a bite before you rushed to get up.

She sat confused on the bed but quickly returned to eating as she heard your voice muttering outside your room.

She had plopped a strawberry in her mouth when you had come back in, a bunch of little wrapped gifts stacked in your arms.

“Y/N? Is that all from you? That’s too many.” She refused, shaking her head as you dropped them all next to her.

“Don’t be silly, they’re worth it promise. Eat your breakfast first than you can open, but be quick because i forgot we have to do something.” You stood at the end of the bed, fiddling with the duvet as you stared at her.

“Okay.. help me eat please.” She shuffled the tray forward towards you, giving her best puppy eyes as she struggled to take another mouthful.

You had both finished in about 5 minutes, yourself taking the empty plate and placing it on the floor to sit down on the bed.

You brushed your hands together to rid of any crumbs and tucked your hair behind your ears, eyes flickering over the gifts.

“Can i open them?”

“Woah, hold on. There is one we’ve got to keep for last.. which is that one.” You scanned them until you found the one you were looking for, placing it in your lap as you watched her pick out the littlest present first.

She gave you a kiss after she opened each one, giggling like a little girl as she chucked the wrapping paper everywhere.

“I love you so much, Y/N.. thank you.” You were kneeled behind her, clipping on a new necklace you had bought her with your initial on it as she whispered in appreciation, turning her head as she felt your breath on her cheek.

She pressed her lips to yours, getting lost in the moment a bit too far before you pulled away.

“Last one.” You plopped the present that was in your hold into her lap, eagerly fidgeting as you waited for her reaction.

“No, second to last. I need a continuation of what we were starting after.”

“Oh really?” You teased but she didn’t pay attention, too busy picking at the tricky wrapping.

She finally got it open, her expression falling confused and she slowly investigated it.

“What.. what is this supposed to be?” She raised an eyebrow as she held it up, your face wide with excitement.

“Tell me what it is.”

“A collar? A small collar.. not a dog collar.. a kitten collar?”

You had a stupidly wide grin on your face as you kept looking at her, Gio still confused on what this meant.

“Is it supposed to be for me?” She cringed as she dropped it on the covers, scratching her head as she looked at you awkwardly.

“Come on, Gio. Are you that stupid?” You huffed as you picked the collar package up yourself, waving it in her face whilst pointing at the picture of the kitten on it.

“Wait.. are you being for real.. you’ve got us a kitten?!” Gio exclaimed as she bounced up to her knees, the excitement finally taking over her as well.

“Yes! Finally, she’s been waiting in the kitchen for ages.. that’s why i told you to hurry.”

Gio rushed out of the room as she heard that the new addition was already home, finding the kitten in a little crate by the table.

“Oh baby.. hi, i’m so sorry we kept you waiting.” She bent down and opened the door, picking the little ball of black fluff up.

“You like her?”

“Are you kidding, she’s the sweetest little thing ever!” Gios eyes glossed up as she cradled the fur ball up to her cheek, kissing its head a few times before stalking towards you and kissing you as well.

“Best birthday ever.”

“What are you going to call her?”

“Oreo.”

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[narraboths]

10 for SC for the kisses prompt.

(I love your writing very much! Thank you for sharing!)

They do love their grand gestures. Dramatic saves, protective suits, rooms filled wall to wall with flowers, reasons why a Super and a Luthor becomes the synonym for power couple, instead of sworn enemies. They make history with them, after all.

But sometimes, it's the little things. The ones that just happen, no forethought, no elaborate planning; things that come to them like second nature. 

(Kara reaching out to rub the tensing muscles in Lena’s back before a big speech, Lena absent-mindedly smoothing out the tired crinkling of Kara’s brows with her thumb when Kara’s perched on the couch next to her, stuck on a tricky paragraph in her article. Kara handing a cup of coffee to Lena the second she pads out into the kitchen in the mornings, morose and still half-asleep, Lena turning the heat off under the pancakes that Kara was going to burn in another second. Kara always holding out her hand for Lena’s when they walk, and Lena already reaching to take it.)

–

Their first kiss happens like that, too, just another beat of life. 

They’re in Lena’s office, another one of Kara’s just dropping by to say hi, and I bought some donuts too! visits, a ploy they both know is to make sure Lena takes a break and consumes something other than coffee during the day. Kara’s already saying goodbye – she really has to run, she’s expected back at CatCo, but they’re still holding onto each other, smiling, giddy with a sugar rush and the fake seriousness of Kara’s tone when she reminds Lena “it’s movie night, don’t be late” and the teasing in Lena’s voice when she replies “I wouldn’t dare”.

They don’t remember who initiates the kiss. It’s a small thing, feather-light, over in a second, something neither of them thinks about when they lean in to say goodbye. The moment doesn’t even register, at first, because it feels so natural, so right – it takes a frozen second of incredulous looks and did-that-really-happen for it to sink in. (Their second ever kiss, a stumbling, giggly, breathless affair that sweeps the table and ends on the couch, happens a minute later).

–

Their first public kiss is much the same. 

It’s CatCo, this time, not L-Corp, Lena striding through the bullpen for a meeting with Andrea, but she stops by Kara’s desk on the way. Kara raises her head at the sound of Lena’s approach, then rises a little from her seat, beaming like she always does, a regular sight for the CatCo staff. But Lena only halts for a second now, cupping Kara’s cheek as she murmurs hello, darling and bends down for a quick peck. Then she’s already marching on towards Andrea’s office, not even breaking her stride, and Kara’s already back in her chair, a dreamy look on her face, maybe, but hard at work again, ignorant of the shocked murmurs around her. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment.

The half of the bullpen who most certainly did not miss it has a terrible time trying to convince the others that dude, I’m not making it up, Lena freaking Luthor KISSED KARA really did happen on their average Tuesday afternoon.

#anonymous #sorry it's more a ramble than a Fic lol #supercorp #my fic

[skzhua]

omg, I just watched a funny video of a boyfriend and girlfriend playing a prank on their group of friends. The boyfriend asks the group of friends to help him propose to the girlfriend, when it was finally time to propose after organizing everything she declines (both are in on it, but the friends are not), and the prank continues with the gf leaving while the bf stays crying to their friends. Since April fools is coming up can I request something like that with any skz member proposing to their gf in front of the other members?? 😭 you can make it as fluffy funny or as “angsty” as you want, if you can!! 🤗 thank youuu

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, idol!AU.

Word Count: 3,111

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: I'm a tad bit late, but I have essays due this week (school is literally killing me, smh..) so I'm not sorry, I just didn't have the time, haha. I hope you like it, I tried to follow what you requested, but it was kind of tricky for me.

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

"Gosh, Han!" Hyunjin exclaimed, blocking his ears with his hands from the sudden noise that is Jisung's scream.

"I fucking knew it! I could tell you were going to do it soon!" Jisung ignored his friend, still being noisy. "Am I the best man?" he smirked at Seungmin.

The latter pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He knew the boys would be reacting very strongly when he was going to announce he wanted to propose to you, but he still didn't expect them to be so stoked.

"I'm asking you to help me propose! Not to help me plan a wedding that I don't even know is going to happen," he shook his head in discouragement.

Chan frowned as he stood up. "I have one question." Seungmin turned to him, encouraging him to continue. "Are you sure about this? This is a huge commitment, you know?"

"I've been with her for years, it's not like I didn't think about it."

"What did you have in mind for the setting?" Jeongin asked. "Oh, can I plan that out?"

To this, Felix raised his hand. "I want to do that."

Shutting his eyes, Seungmin let himself drop back on the couch as the boys kept on bickering. Changbin insisted on a nice outside proposal, while Hyunjin and Felix were strongly defending the idea of an engagement at a restaurant. Seeing the man on the verge of killing himself internally from the mess he had created, Minho walked to Seungmin before sitting next to him. As expected, he hadn't said a word since the subject was brought up. Until now.

"Congratulations."

Seungmin shrugged. "I haven't asked her yet."

"She'll say yes. The girl would literally jump off a bridge if you tell her to do so," he chuckled. "If you want my opinion, go with something simple. No need to go over the top."

"Thanks, Minho."

"I have an idea!" Chan exclaimed, eyes wide open. "Remember when we all went to the aquarium and the two of you ran away from us because we were too loud?"

"Yeah..?" Seungmin said, briefly getting a picture of the memory.

"Propose to her there! It's a nice place, not too many people if you choose the day and time properly, and it brings you back to a nice moment you had together!"

Seungmin hummed. "Actually, this is an excellent idea."

"Good morning!" you beamed at your boyfriend upon seeing him half asleep.

He groaned, still tired, as he sat down at the table in your apartment. Rubbing his eyes, he sniffed in the air before frowning.

"Babe, since when do you actually make pancakes with eggs and bacon?"

You shurgged. "Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend well? Especially if he's about to propose in the following week?" you said nonchalantly, but that's all it took for Seungmin to jump up on his feet and stare at you with eyes wide open.

"What did you just say?"

"That I want to treat my boyfr-"

"The other part."

You snickered at him, devilishly. "You want to propose to me in the following week."

In an instant, his face turned completely white. "Who told you that?" he huffed, trying to act as if this was nonsense.

"Jeongin. Then I asked Jisung to confirm. And just to be sure, I asked Changbin after." you smiled. "Either they are all lying, or you really wanted to take me to the aquarium to propose."

Seungmin had no words. He was barely processing what you had just said. Weeks of planning, buying the ring, asking the guys to organize a nice set up, making calls here and there to go to a nice restaurant beforehand... All of his hard work thrown in the trash because his friends couldn't keep their mouth shut.

"Do I kill them or do I kill them?" he ended up mumbling, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

You walked around the counter, not forgetting to turn off the stove, before coming right in front of Seungmin. "Babe, it's alright. We had already talked about it before and we both know that's what we want." you pecked his lips, but he pouted. "Seungmin..." you sighed.

"I was sure you were going to say yes, don't get me wrong, but the surprise is still ruined."

He held you closer in his arms, and you pat his back in a soothing way. Seungmin would usually be laughing at these kinds of situations, so you knew he was definitely crushed by how he couldn't do his proposal properly.

"If it makes you feel any better, we can still go to the aquarium? I've already indirectly told you yes, so might as well celebrate it?"

That seemed to do the trick as he nodded happily before bringing you into a sweet kiss. "I have a great idea." he smirked after the kiss.

Your smile fell. Seungmin never had good ideas when he'd say he has one.

"What are you thinking of?"

What you didn't expect was to see the whole gang assembled in front of the building. You got a déjà vu from the time you left the boys behind with Seungmin because they were being chaotic as per usual. Seungmin was holding tight onto your hand, giving you some reassurance. You hated participating in his bad decisions, but you had to admit that the guys kind of deserved it.

"Guys, what are you doing here?" Seungmin sighed as you joined the group.

"We came for some support!" Felix exclaimed.

Changbin hit him with his elbow, giving him a death stare. "Emotional support from fishes." he justified.

Good saving Changbin.

"Sure..." Seungmin sighed. "Shall we go, Y/N?"

He led you inside. As he had planned, there was barely any people inside. He bought the tickets as you started to explore the place. The first thing you spotted were jellyfishes. You let go of Seungmin and ran to the tank. You felt like a child really, but the fluorescence of the animals were only too beautiful to not react this way. Seungmin came behind you and placed his hand on your hip before putting his chin on your shoulder.

"It's pretty." he commented. "Just like you."

You laughed at his word. "Well, well... Aren't you being sweet today, Minnie?"

"I'm always sweet." he pecked your cheek.

Laughs interrupted your moment. With a sighed, you looked to where the noise was coming from only to see the seven boys look your way.

"I swear to God, I'll kill them." Seungmin huffed in a whisper. "But it's good they're watching. They kind of have to if we want this to work."

"You're so evil." you rolled your eyes.

"I know, that's why you love me."

You moved along along and got to the tank were you could touch the sea cucumbers and the starfishes. You dragged Seungmin behind and encouraged him to touch the animals with you. He wasn't in for it much, but he eventually thought it was rather funny. Anything for you, if it meant you were happy. Soon, you went through a tunnel were small sharks species were swimming around. Seeing your uneasiness, Seungmin pulled you closer to him to make you feel that you had some sort of protection.

"I feel like I'm underwater." you mumbled. "It's so weird."

Moving forward, you then arrived the place you were looking forward to the least: the tropical fishes tank. This was the spot the guys and Seungmin chose for the proposal. Oddly enough, he did prepare everything. There was a letter on the glass of the tank attached by some tape. Curious, you approached it slowly.

"Why is there my name on this?" you laughed nervously to Seungmin, who only gave you a small smile in return.

You took the piece of paper and unfolded it to see, in a beautiful handwriting, a love letter. You turned to your boyfriend, confused since he hadn't told you about this detail beforehand.

"Go ahead, read it."

Still on your guards, your eyes went back to the writing. The moment you started to read, you actually wanted to cry.

My dear Y/N,

I know we haven't had the best moments together. It was mostly rough, filled with uncertainty as we explored our relationship. We've been together for a lot while, no? It still feels like yesterday when we went on our first date. I still can feel the blush you were putting on my cheeks that day.

Thank you for agreeing with my weird ideas. Thank you for keeping up with, not only me, but the boys too. Thank you for staying around although I know being away on tour can be hard for you. Most importantly, thank you for loving me.

I love you the most, and I wish us the best future together.

Your Minnie.

By then, Seungmin had wrapped his arms around you as you dropped a few tears. Along with your sniffs, you melted into his embrace lovingly as you murmured sweet words and thanks. He truly was your everything.

So when he put his knee down, you sobbed even more. How could you refuse to marry him like this, even while being aware this was all an act? The boys came closer, but still gave you some space, so they could watch from afar.

"Y/N, this is something we have been discussing for a while now. I love you so much and it would pain me if I never get to spend the rest of my days with you." Seungmin started, looking up at you.

You hoped the love and sincerity you saw in his eyes were raw and not faked for the show. You knew Seungmin better than this, and he was being genuine. If anything, he couldn't lie to you in your face. You were too precious for that.

"So..." he trailed off while taking out a small box from his pocket. "F/N, will you do me the pleasure of marrying me?"

As he opened the box, your gaze went straight to the ring. He picked the perfect one. Although it had a lot of small details, it remained simple with the small diamond on top of it. You didn't know you could cry more than this.

"I-" you started, but stopped yourself as you remembered what you needed to do. "I love you, Seungmin... But I can't..."

You heard gasps coming from the boys and quiet whispers, as they were clearly confused. Although you had planned of walking away, you did so only because you couldn't bear with Seungmin's face who had dropped instantly. Either he was an excellent actor, or you had truly hurt him. So you left, leaving his letter behind as you dropped it in front of him.

"I got you an ice cream." Jeongin said in a sad tone as he came back from the ice cream shop nearby.

The boys had left the aquarium not so long after you, and they moved to the park next to it. Jeongin had offered himself to get everyone a treat, but especially for the broken-hearted man

"Thank you, Innie." Seungmin said as he took the cone from him.

"I was sure she was going to say yes." Jisung muttered under his breath.

"We were all sure." Chan added. "She only refused the proposal, though, maybe she is simply not ready for such a commitment?"

Minho deadpanned at him. "They've been together for like, what, five years? She was already committed to him enough that there is no logic in her refusing, don't you think?"

"You can't be certain. What is she simply doesn't want to get married?"

"Nonsense." Felix joined in. "I've heard them talk about it before, and she told him about her dream wedding dress and shit."

"Alright, then. Did they fight?" Hyunjin questioned, but Changbin huffed in response.

"Did they look like they fought to you when they got here?" he rolled his eyes.

"Guys, it's alright." Seungmin stopped them. "Don't act like I'm not here."

They all quickly apologized, and then kept quiet. They weren't exactly sure what to say, they have never witnessed such a devastating moment before. They even less expected for it to happen to Seungmin.

"Are you doing alright?" Jeongin dared to ask.

Seungmin shrugged. "I don't feel good, for sure. It's like I haven't processed what happened yet."

Seungmin was rarely sad. Most of the boys didn't know how to react to this, especially when it was such a big turn of event that caused it. Changbin debated internally whether he should call you or not, at least to get an explanation out of you. Still, the main focus was on Seungmin.

"What are you going to do now?" Jisung, who had surprisingly remained rather quiet the entire time, asked.

"We can go back home, I guess. I don't know..."

"Wait for her call." Hyunjin said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "She'll call you for sure. In the meantime, try to get some rest."

He thanked his friends truthfully. He didn't expect this whole thing to actually hurt him. Still, he wanted to scare the shit out of the guys, and it all seemed to be working perfectly. But it became too much.

"It was a joke, guys." he finally admitted.

Hyunjin took his hand off him and stared widely at Chan. The others were as stunned, as they gave him a look of confusion.

"Care to explain, please?" Felix broke the awkward silence that was settling.

Seungmin sighed, a lump in his throat. "Y/N told me that Jeongin, Jisung and Changbin had ruined the surprise. I was so mad and disappointed that I had the stupid idea of pulling a prank on you. So basically, her refusing to marry me was the plan, but I'm starting to think it wasn't as funny as I originally anticipated it to be."

Changbin gave him an apologetic smile. "We're sorry for ruining it all. She said she would fake her surprise face, but it looks like you two got us." he laughed out.

"Seungmin, this is very wrong, you know that? We're sorry it didn't go as planned, but I don't think Y/N was faking her tears earlier." Chan sighed loudly.

"I know that." Seungmin groaned, putting his face in his hands, not holding back tears anymore. "And it actually hurt me when she said she couldn't, even though I was the one who told her to say this. I feel like shit."

Jeongin, who had dialed a number on his phone, put it away in his pocket as he shook his head. "She's not answering my calls."

"Go see her." Minho assured. "Talk it out with her, I'm sure you can figure this out."

Back in your apartment, you had changed into sweatpants and opened a pot of ice cream to eat in front of the television. This was so cliché, but you didn't care. You were genuinely hurting, and it seemed to be the only way to cope for now. Your phone rang again, signaling that one of the guys, most likely Changbin or Jeongin, had texted you yet again. Ignoring the calls, you simply increased the volume of your movie as tears were dripping out of your eyes. As the characters on the screen were in the middle of a dialogue, you heard a soft knock coming from the door.

"Busy." you yelled out, eyes still focused on the TV.

Another knock.

"Come back later."

One more.

You huffed as you put away your snack, getting up to look at the peephole. Seungmin... there he was. Standing at your front door, eyes swollen and a bit red. Though you were mad at him for the whole prank thing, he was still the love of your life, and seeing him like this pained you.

You unlocked the door and opened it, to his shock. He looked up at you and gave you a weak smile.

"Hey."

"Hi."

He took a deep breath. "Can I come in?"

"Baby, I'm so sorry for what happened." he mumbled.

You let him in and he walked upon your ice cream with your TV on. That's when he turned to you to take a better look at your appearance. You looked as much of a mess as him, maybe more, and it only made him feel worse.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to play it cool. "All good. How did they react?"

"It doesn't matter."

You frowned. "Wasn't it the whole point of your idea?"

"Yes, but it was probably the worst idea I've ever had."

You cocked your head to the side, taken aback from his words. "You've had worse ideas than that, what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N." he said, started to get frustrated. "I hurt you."

"I mean, yeah, a little. But it was all fake, no?"

"Everything I said was true. Everything in that damn letter." he said as he pulled it out of his pocket. "It was all true. Because, guess what? I am insanely obsessed with you. The mere thought of losing you over this stupid ass plan destroyed me. Just ask any of the guys, I was a mess after you left."

"Obviously, you were acting and-"

"Love, I wasn't faking that. I told them the truth right away."

"Oh." you nodded your head slowly. "Just so you know, it did break my hurt refusing to marry you."

He smiled warmly, coming closer to you. "I know, and I'm sorry baby."

Your tears came back in your eyes as you pulled him in your embrace. "Don't fucking make me do this again."

"I won't, I promise."

He pulled away from you and wiped your tears with the hem of his sleeve. "While we're at it." he breathed out.

You observed him as he did the same motion as earlier that day. Putting a knee down, he took out the same box as he stared right back at your teary eyes.

"This is all sincere, I promise. I can't express how much you mean to me and I can't imagine a life where you are not by my side." he said before opening the little box, exposing the shining ring. "Will you marry me?"

"Fuck yes." you sobbed out.

He got up instantly before crashing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. It had a hint of saltiness because of your tears, but it only added to how meaningful it was.

"I love you too." you cried out while he put the ring around your finger. "But I hate you so fucking much."

"I know, baby."

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#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids requests #stray kids seungmin #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagines #kim seungmin fanfic

[garblegarden]

could you draw a stack of palindromes. like can u stack em like pancakes please

Like pancakes may be tricky because of their shape, but they could definitely make a cool palindrome megatriangle

#speculative biology #spec evo #spec bio #aliens #palindromes

[aloysiavirgata]

AV prompts, fuck yeah! How about “nail polish.”

Emily’s tongue pokes between her teeth, her face scrunched with the focus of a surgeon performing a tricky maneuver. On her head is a purple tiara.

“Mulder!” she says, with all of her mother’s exasperation. “You’re too wiggly.”

“Sorry,” he says for the third time. “I’m new at this.”

Emily considers his hands with an artisan’s eye. The bright purple polish is mostly confined to his nails. “They look pretty,” she says, putting a glitter top coat on his thumb.

“Thanks. You’re doing a great job. So how does it feel to be seven?”

“I’m not seven YET, it’s just my PARTY.”

“Okay, fair. How does it feel to be having a seventh birthday party?”

Emily pauses in her work. “I got this tiara for it. And a purple dress. And purple pajamas for the sleepover part. And my mom got so much snacks! You’re coming right?”

“Got to, you did such a good job on my nails that I want to show off.”

Emily looks proud, returning to the glitter polish. “Are you spending the night too?”

“No,” her mother says, coming into the kitchen. “He isn’t. Girls-only sleepover, Em.”

Mulder makes a sad face. “I guess not.”

“Aww,” Emily says, finishing his manicure. “But he makes good pancakes.”

“I make fine pancakes. Go put your clean clothes away like I asked.”

Emily scowls as she leaves the kitchen.

Mulder blows on his nails to dry them. “You’re so mean,” he says. “Excluding me from the party right in front of my face.”

Scully flicks him in the ear. “I promise we’ll talk to her about it soon. I was thinking spring break, give her some time to process the idea. She’s just been through so much upheaval.”

“I know,” Mulder says. “She’s a great kid, Scully.”

She smiles. “Yeah.”

He leans over to kiss her.

“I KNEW it!” Emily crows from the doorway.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #Emily sim #fic prompt #my fic

[transplantedmate]

Good Omens Fic (short series): The Road Leads South

TL;DR: AO3 link for a fluffy Aziracrow series I just posted

Happy Valentine's Day peeps!. Or, if that's not your vibe, happy day after pancake day ❤️🥞 I have it on good authority there will be a chocolate sale tomorrow.

I wrote a series of fics! They're a Valentine's day gift for Foamfollowerisfallen, and they've been kind enough to let me share.

This is a short set of stories -all connected, but can be read standalone as well. They're drenched in happy fluff. In them, Aziraphale & Crowley explore what it's like to settle into their new, post-S3-happy-ending life, culminating with their first night at the South Downs cottage.

The whole series is 7.4k words. The stories have different ratings (G. T and E); please mind them and the tags as always. (Each story's individual blurb and link are below if you prefer that.)

Featured: South Downs Cottage, St. Valentine (the holiday), St. Valentine (the saint), duck pictures, happy tears, so much fluffy love, cameos by Muriel, Nina and Maggie, references to The Little Prince, Ovid's works, Jane Austen, reference to Liszt, softness and cuddles, (bad) sex advice from ancient Rome.

Also infinite thanks to @adverbian for being the beta of my dreams.

Give it a go if you like, it would make my day.

Hope your day goes well, I send you my love.

P.S.: Art is a wee drawing by me. [This was initially an embroidery pattern I made, then I added a few lights/shadows while sipping Malbec.]

Part 1:

Bleeding Hearts Bistro (rating: G, words: 1.8k)

Before the South Downs cottage, there was a coffee date, and a simple request.

Excerpt:

Crowley looked again. Slotted against the bottom right corner of the frame – camouflaging against the deep brown feathers of the mallard – was a key. He looked up, eyebrows raised, and his heartrate sped up to match the pitter-patter of raindrops on the canopy.

“Right, I was… look, I was hoping…” Aziraphale began, but floundered. He paused, steeling his hands around the now empty cup of tea and finding his resolve.

“Crowley, my dearest Crowley. A long time ago you asked, you said… you said that you would like to spend the rest of… well, of whatever we have, together. To go off together.”

Part 2:

Sleep (rating: T, words: 2.8k)

It's been a long day of packing in the bookshop. Crowley takes a nap, and Aziraphale decides he wants to know what sleeping might be like.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale had been surprised in recent times to find that reading was no longer his main priority. It hadn’t been an extreme change; he would still happily spend hours poring through the many manuscripts and tomes he had proudly collected over the centuries. Yet he had gained an irrevocable appreciation for the things that could not be learned from a page alone. In fact, he had found that experience itself was a key component of truly understanding the words he read, allowing him to see familiar works in new light. There was new meaning behind Jane’s words, for example, now that he knew the joy of a fleeting touch or a brush of lips on his own flesh.

He wondered if, perhaps, the same may be true of dreams – or, at least, of sleep.

Part 3:

Insomnia (rating: E, words: 2.8k)

They've made it! It's their first night in the cottage, but sleeping in a new bedroom proves tricky... Will this lead to another type of "first"? Aziraphale's choice of reading material doesn't help (or does it?)

Excerpt:

He gently pushed Crowley into the wall, holding him gingerly right above the hipbones. Crowley nibbled at his lip between kisses, and gasped deliciously when Aziraphale returned the favour.

Ever since he had picked up the habit of actually sleeping – luxuriously entwined in the warmth of Crowley’s long limbs and soft skin – Aziraphale’s desire to try every form of physical affection had only grown stronger. They were no strangers to exchanging kisses and caresses by now, but their intimacy thus far had been tempered by the frequent presence of others in their orbit. Now, in the privacy of their own home…

Aziraphale would concede that some of his curiosity was also fueled by his most recent reading material.

#gomens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #valentines gifts #my fic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #good omens fanart #good omens fanwork #good omens fic #ineffable idiots #fluff #good omens fanfic #south downs cottage #goad #GOAD Valentines 2024

[getousatoruu]

If Gojo and Geto were in Non-Jujutsu world, what would their job be (in your opinion)? Why?

OOOH NOW WE TALKING!!

I really feel Gojo would have loved to work in a bakery. Idk why but my gut tells me he would have LOVED to be surrounded by cakes, desserts, pancakes, crepes (his sweet tooth ass would have loved it). Also if not a bakery then for sure an idol. Like imagine having a face card like Gojo; his idol career would be sky rocketing the charts on first debut.

Geto on the other hand is tricky. I used to think something like helping people like firefighter or something mundane like teacher BUT hear me out, cult leader Geto still the best job profession for him even in non-jjk setting. Like fake monk Geto scamming the rich to help poor people, hmmm exquisite flavour. Also of not a fake monk, then tattoo artist Geto is my next best bet.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #anon ask #jjk headcanons

[myloveisinthefood]

A not-the-best photo for a pretty simple lunch that was sort of slap-dash but turned out super delicious!

For a batch of chickpea flour (besan) pancakes, whisk:

1 cup chickpea flour

1 1/2 cups water

Salt to taste

Let the batter stand for 15 mins. It will still be pretty runny! In a nonstick or cast iron pan with a little bit of olive oil in it, cook 1/3 cup of batter at a time. When you pour in the batter, swirl it around like a crepe. These pancakes can be tricky to flip, and are quite floppy! They will tear easily. Don’t be afraid to cook until well brown before flipping.

The kale was just sautéed in some olive oil with minced garlic, dried oregano, and chilli flakes. I added a splash of red wine vinegar as well. I always finely slice my kale stalks so that nothing is going to waste! Put them in the pan first so that they have longer to cook.

I topped a pancake with the kale, and crumbled over some almond “cheese” that I made the other day, along with some fresh parsley and cracked black pepper.

Surprisingly good considering I sort of just threw it together!

#my cooking #savoury #recipe #vegetarian #vegan #lunch #dinner

[aiweirdness]

I used GPT-3 to come up with some novelty sock concepts.

GPT-3 Ada (2020):

“Cruxx” Slurpees with a fish in an orange “Fängche” with french fries on top of a pocket-full of ice cream A shirt made out of a jello stick – it looks like a hamburger, but it’s not. “A halved grapefruit!” with lollipops Some kind of replica of The Lord of the Rings party balloon, with rainbow balls, pink hoses, and blood in tributes to the Great Hair String of Friendship Over a million memory sticks made from stars “Shocking in the head!” more brightly colored balloons

In my original prompt format I used quotes for text that was actually written on the sock, which means that Ada's lollipops sock has the words "a halved grapefruit" written on it. And the jello stick hamburger item is not a shirt, but a sock with a picture of the shirt on it. Unless Ada has completely lost the plot and is not even generating socks anymore, which frankly is likely.

Babbage is the next-largest GPT-3 model from 2020, and it is doing better at being socks, although many of its socks seem very tricky to illustrate.

GPT-3 Babbage (2020):

Robots posing with some butter “Ink!” cats with pink blotches Violins and Prawns “Santa it is” with polar bears and elves in a sleigh “Dreamy ghosts” ghosts with binoculars “Rainbow Rap!” hot air balloons and boing! boing! A twin-headed dragon jumps through a trap door A potato upside down with superpowers A day going on but no moon just like a horror movie Slightly more coherent are the socks from the next-largest GPT-3 model, Curie.

GPT-3 Curie (2020)

The Statue of Liberty with a 3-sided pancake. Orca whale jumping through a ring of socks. Octopus holding lemons “Turtle is Delighted” turtle with a backpack A stampede with bulls and zebras Pumpkin patch with cutouts of squirrels having a picnic “Make a toast to the kachunkers” with a bear holding a glass of tomato juice Grinning neutrinos with dirty fingers “As above, so below” with cats on the moon A lion eating a Space Shuttle Hamsters skating down a rainbow

GPT-3 DaVinci (2020):

Massive group of goats wearing party hats Unicorn riding a rainbow Flying hedgehog Robotic bulldog Ninjas and kittens “Lmao!” a flatulent dog with a mustache Googly eyed donuts wrapped in bacon A set of eyes wearing suspenders and monocle “Come on in! The water’s liquid!” – grumpy cat in red bathing suit “I can Haz!” a sitting Trojan Horse “Bark like doggone it!” dancing dogs on black background

Note that as the models get bigger, GPT-3's socks start becoming more conventionally "trendy", like a lolrandom site from 10 years ago. Technically that's what it's going for - it's trained to reproduce the websites from its training data.

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#neural networks #gpt-3 #socks #novelty socks #ai creativity #or the lack thereof #the tiny glitchy ones are okay #to the kachunkers

[msfcatlover]

…I’m an idiot. The first time Jason saw something monstrous in his new family was when Dick was standing in front of him, fangs out, snarling protectively, ready to throw down with a man nearly twice his size seemingly for Jason’s sake. Which would not be any less terrifying, I think, because even if Dick’s ire is pointed towards Bruce, Dick is still an apex predator whose natural aura constantly whispers “just a reminder: you are prey.”  (An aura Dick can suppress when he wants to, but it takes maintained effort to do so. He’s definitely not doing it right then; seems like the sort of thing Dick would be used to letting go when it was just him and Bruce, and one of the first things to slip when Dick loses his temper.) 

If a tiger jumped out of a tree and seemed to be standing protectively in front of me, I think that second part would probably be overridden by the fact that a tiger was standing right in front of me. It is so much bigger & stronger than me, there’s no way I can outrun it, killing me would be effortless for it—the mere presence of a predator like that would outweigh any other detail of the encounter.

But… it’s Jason. Jason, whose instincts run protective, and whose default respond to feeling vulnerable is to make himself seem threatening. And Dick is threatening Bruce, who’s been looking out for Jason and offered Jason his home. So probably Jason grabs the nearest object and lobs it at Dick as a distraction, only to immediately regret everything when Dick turns his attention to Jason. At which point, Jason probably bolts. Dick takes one step after Jason before reigning himself in (it’s just instinct; prey running = chase.) Bruce tells Dick to leave Jason alone, Dick gets offended that Bruce thinks he has that little self control. Dick & Bruce have it out with eachother. Then Dick goes to apologize for scaring Jason so badly. Dick tracks Jason down and takes a second to make himself as human as possible before getting Jason’s attention. They have a very long, tricky conversation about what Dick is & what Bruce is while they’re at it. Dick offers to keep away if that would make Jason more comfortable; Jason says he’s not a wuss and that Dick’s not that scary anyway, so Dick can stay if Dick wants to.

(Jason never stops being scared of Dick when Dick’s more feral than human. Jason can’t; it’s primal instinct. But Bruce can teach Jason to control his fear, to think & function around that fear, and three years of exposure to Dick’s general weirdness builds up Jason’s tolerance for it until Dick has to be pretty far gone for Jason to actually start freaking out. By the time Jason’s 15, he can tell the difference between a play-growl & a real one, and has enough confidence in Dick that Jason probably responds to… okay a display like that, when Dick is seriously looking/preparing for a fight, Jason’s still staying out of his way—the danger vibes are too strong—but anything less and Jason just elbows Dick in the kidney and tells him to shush.)

(Even when Dick’s at his most terrifying, it’s less frightening when you know how to safely navigate around him. Even if it’s hard to connect the guy who helped Jason get up extra early to make pancakes for Bruce and Alfred on Father’s Day with the twisted beast in front of him, it’s a little easier having heard Dick talk about how terrifying it is to be subsumed by the Hunt; it’s not “he’s more scared of you than you are of him,” but it is “he’s more scared of himself than you are of him,” and that does make it a little easier to stay physically relaxed and focus on talking Dick down. Treat it like a meltdown, like a panic attack, like a dissociative episode—and you know, every time Jason manages to make the Hunt retreat with nothing more than the right words, a calm voice, and whatever contact Dick indicates is okay, the more confident Jason gets doing it and the less scary Dick’s monster form becomes. Still terrifying, sure, but not petrifying.)

.

Bruce, though. Still don’t know about Bruce.

#tma crossover #batfam #batfamily #batbros #bat family #bat fam #jason todd #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #dick grayson nightwing #robin #robin jason todd #robin jason #robin!jason #robin!jason todd #Hunt aligned Dick Grayson #they’re brothers your honor #my writing #mine #// #It would be inaccurate to say Dick ‘’loses himself’’ to the Hunt. Dick himself would argue with you; he is still fully there & fully aware #but it’s like hyperfixating so hard you forget to eat or move for an entire day; those seemingly basic priorities just don’t occur to you #so they don’t matter. Lighter versions you remember you /ought/ to do those things but you just… don’t. You can’t get out of the groove. #That’s what the Hunt does to Dick’s morals. It’s not that he doesn’t care about them or that they’re not important when he’s feral #But they’re not part of the Hunt anymore than eating is part of your project. So they just… don’t occur to him.

[liv45no]

Richie: your mom and I made you breakfast! :)

Eddie: wow. So you guys are getting along?

Richie: yeah, I guess. We’re very different people, Eds, so communication’s a little tricky.

Sonia, from the other room: DOES HE LIKE THE PANCAKES?!!

Richie: HE DIDN’T TRY THEM YET!!!

#itmovie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #sonia kaspbrak #reddie #incorrect it quotes #incorrect quotes #it 2017 #it 2019 #source: the big bang theory

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Hi @pancake-breakfast sorry I took awhile to reply. I actually find listing "me-coded" characters really tricky, as I don't tend to feel like a lot of characters are like me or relate a lot, or it takes someone else positing it out to me for me to realize it, so uh. I asked my friends to help me lol. They have such wildly different views of me it's actually funny.

6 characters that are me-coded (well, more like there's some specific similarities but if you kind of put them together in some unholy amalgam...):

Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

Ami Mizuno (Sailor Moon)

Snufkin (Moomins)

Nageki Fujishiro (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa)

Kaoru Hitachiin (OHSHC)

So uh. Make of that what you will lol. I'm actually a bit curious as to the impression this gives off.

My friends also suggested:

Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl)

Ranpo Edogawa (BSD)

Chuuya Nakahara (BSD)

Yuuya Sakazaki (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Haru Okumura (P5)

Yu Narukami (P4)

Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

This was fun! I'm curious to see what people put for themselves - tagging @originalaccountname @sensitiveheartless @lucythejudge @kokoasci @sableeira @kitsquared but please anyone who sees this do it if you would like to!

#storyrambles #tag game #wheeeeee

[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2023), Part 14

Collapsed Viperfish

Encyclopedia #157

Aberrant form of viperfish

Description:

A rejection of the light - or a return to the ways of the deep?

Comment: Well then. I was content to assume the former on my own. After all, many deep-dwelling fish can endure a horrific strain from a quick ascension to the surface, but no, I was denied that peace of mind by the second half of the description. It is harsher learning that to some, the Deep’s ways are a full-body prolapse.

How to catch: Much the same as the previous entry. Abyssal rod, open sea. Simple enough.

Skeletal Moonfish

Encyclopedia #158

Aberrant form of moonfish

Description:

Chittering bones still operate a ghostly body impossibly devoid of organs.

Comment: And yet they stay bound in a new ghostly skin. Imagine if the organs were all unharmed, merely now transparent to the eye. Or don’t, the fish is every bit the same seeming abomination.

How to catch: I admit with no reservation that this (and the one below) is a fish I stooped to baiting out and using atrophy for over scouring for many natural spawn points. They aren’t impossible to find, just few and far between, and especially tricky to cast in. See, moonfish are one of the more dangerous quarries to seek, combining the fact that they are strictly nocturnal and only found in the open ocean. An underwhelming challenge for the experienced angler, it still remains hazardous to linger so far out in the night’s fog if you consider yourself still wet behind the ears in this place. Mechanically, you’ll only need an oceanic rod to pull them up. Keep your wits about you and your lights on.

Beaked Moonfish

Encyclopedia #159

Aberrant form of moonfish

Description:

A rocky body that bears the scars and scratches of things from below. A crushing beak, a tool of its own deep terror.

Comment: Letting you know that the maximum size of this specimen can top out at about a meter and a half long. It speaks volumes to the strength of this animal to be able to swim on with all the added weight.

How to catch: ^^^

Congealed Rattail

Encyclopedia #160

Aberrant form of

Description:

The flesh of this deep dweller has turned to a thick ooze, secreting an oily gel that covers its entire body.

Comment: Probably with the texture of hagfish slime. A revolting change, but one that cold serve a new survival advantage against predation. Except from us, of course.

How to catch: Drag them forth from the very deepest corners of the wild sea. This creature knows nothing but the pitch black of the hadal zone.

Charred Sunfish

Encyclopedia #161

Aberrant form of

Description:

Scales chipped and flaking, its crackling body is hot to the touch.

Comment: That’s a crispy pancake right there. Does the deep burn? Perhaps this is a similar case to the ailment of aberrant tarpons we saw before in the twisted strand. Sometimes their boons make the kiss of the sun… unwelcoming to their new bodies. A common mola would frequently bask at the surface as a natural behavior, and such habits may die hard.

How to catch: True to name, the ocean sunfish prefers the open waters, and sunlight. All you will need is an oceanic rod and definitely your spyglass to track a good spot down.

Glaring Sunfish

Encyclopedia #162

Aberrant form of ocean sunfish

Description:

Ocular tongues watch from socketed mouths. Each offers its own form of deep pity.

Comment: It’s like looking into the face of an angel… an emissary of the fathomless, gazing with sympathy to the unworthy. Why? Because they’ve seen what’s coming.

How to catch: ^^^

#dredge game #grotesque fish #aberrant fish #fish horror #scarlet talks about things