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redflagshipwriter · 3 months

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Reassembly 5

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(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary.

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him.

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances.

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized.

Oh thank Thor, he bought it.

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy!

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information.

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of.

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?"

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said.

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for."

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!"

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?"

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship."

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to.

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already.

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky.

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

#red reassembly #marvel dc crossover #kon el kent #peter parker #dark matter inspired

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honoviadakai · 5 months

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Foods I think Team Urameshi enjoys 🍜 😋

This post is kinda inspired by/a continuation of this post I made about Hiei so please enjoy my thoughts on the rest of the team’s taste in food!

Yusuke:

If the live action did nothing else, it definitely established that Yusuke’s a ramen guy 😂

He likes both the instant stuff and the traditional kind but the latter is his go to if he can afford it

The instant ones are good but they doo remind him of his childhood when either his mom didn’t have enough money to feed him properly or she was too intoxicated to feed him properly

He also really likes American food

If you get him a good burger, some fries and some soda, he’s your friend for life

He LOVES a good cheesy pizza! The greasier and cheesier the better

Honestly he just LOVES heavy, greasy, heart food

It makes him feel full and weirdly energized

He could eat an entire family bucket of fried chicken by himself, sides and all, and feel pumped up for a good workout 🏋️‍♂️

He also loves spicy food

His spice tolerance is average but he genuinely likes the burn 🔥

If he sees a spicy challenge, he’s gonna do it just to see how far he can go

He’s currently at a level 7 out of 10 on the 🌶️ meter

He’s also very open to exploring weird food combinations and food from other cultures

This includes food from the demon world

He actually kinda likes food from demon world, he just feels like it could use some more spices

Catch him trying Nutella and bologna because Chu swears that the last time he went to the human world he tried it and it was delicious

…he actually tried it…and he liked it…

9 times out of 10 he’s gonna try and actually like the cursed foods you recommend to him

Kuwabara:

He’s a big sandwich connoisseur 🥪 🧐

He just likes how customizable and portable they are

Honestly he likes meals that are not only balanced, but a comfort to the soul

So things like stews, ramen, soba, curry and pasta dishes

One of his personal favorites things to both eat and make are bento boxes 🍱

He loves making them for his friends and family for a number of reasons

For one, it’s his way of making sure his loved ones are eating enough

Some of his friends come from low income households that don’t always have enough money for food

He made sure that whenever they hung out, they were always well fed

He also learned how to make bentos from his mom and sister

He really enjoyed the cooking lessons and he enjoys the warm fuzzy feelings he gets when he feeds his loved ones

The one food he won’t make or consume is anything spicy

He can’t handle spicy food and doesn’t feel confident enough to properly make a spicy dish

Honestly he can’t eat anything spicier than a jalapeño

But he will try to beat Yusuke and Hiei in spice challenges

…my boy never wins and I don’t know why he thinks he will at this point 😂

Kurama:

Like seemingly everything else about this guy, his palate is very refined

He likes expensive things like lobster, caviar, and liver tartare

Part of why he likes it is Yoko has expensive taste and old habits die hard 😂

In Yoko’s correct opinion, if you’re gonna feed him, you might as well break out the good stuff

The other reason is that a lot of these foods have very strong flavors and he enjoys that every now and then

That by no means mean he hates “Lowe quality” foods

He use to eat McDonald’s as a kid

He liked it

Still eats it from time to time

Not as often as Yusuke does, but like…if friends invite him out for a burger, he’ll eat it

Big enjoyer of fruit, grows it himself actually!

The fresher the better 😌👌

He loves ice cream! 🍨 specially strawberry, vanilla and most fruity sorbets

He actually has a bit of a sweet tooth tbh

Thank his mom for that cuz she’d give her baby boy sweets if he looked at her with his big puppy eyes

Mf didn’t even have to say a word

She’d either buy them or make them for him

Even into his adulthood, he can demolish a tray of cookies and macaroons on his own

The difference is that as a child he didn’t care about his weight or how much sugar he’s eating

As an adult, he absolutely cares because he wants to stay in shape and also his body is technically human so he doesn’t wanna deal with diabetes if he can avoid it

Now he also technically grew up with demon world food when he was Yoko

Demon world food is whatever you can find that’s edible

So usually it’s other demons and edible plants/produce

Some of which does that pretty good

But a lot of it is more for survival than taste

He’s absolutely had to eat a bug demon before and not only did it look gross, it tasted gross!

But it was either that or starve…

And believe me…he did debate it…but food doesn’t always just die for you so…🐛🐛🐛

Boy was he grateful that humans in Japan eat some of the best food he’s ever seen

Human food has also made Kurama appreciate the artistry that can go into food

When he sees the chef went out of their way to make the food look like a literal work of art, he’s always so amazed!

He actually has a hard time eating something if it looks super pretty

Expect him to take a few pictures before he eats btw 🤣

He also has an shockingly high spice tolerance

He can eat authentic Thai food without sweating

But certain peppers will automatically have him on his knees

He can and has grown his own peppers to see if he can make spicier peppers than what’s available

He has, but internet trends make people competitive enough to dethrone him by next week 🤣

Hiei:

Oh this guy ain’t picky

Honestly he’ll eat burnt food if he’s hungry enough

He can also eat 10xs his own body weight

Want proof?

Togashi himself knows this little gremlin is a bottomless pit of angst and hangry

He could easily eat you and 12 of your friends out of house and home and still have the audacity to wonder why ya’ll stressed 🙄

Hello grew up in an environment where food was not guaranteed every day so any food he got, he wasn’t wasting a crumb

Even if he’d been given a giant demon bug leg, best believe he’s eating it

Waste not want not as they say

The only food he’s very sus about is mushrooms 🍄

Especially when talking about demon world mushrooms, a lot of them are very hard to identify wether they’re poisonous or so he tends to avoid them

Unless Kurama is there to tell him it’s poisonous or not

He’ll never admit it out loud but he LOVES human food so much!

It’s so flavorful!

His favorite dishes are meaty rice and noodle dishes

Honestly any dishes with meat are an instant hit with him 🍖

But his all time favorite dishes are the spicy ones

The spicier the better 🌶️🌶️🌶️

His spice tolerance is otherworldly

I’m 99.99% sure he could eat lava and not react

To this day, Yusuke and Kurama are trying to find a dish or pepper spicy enough to make Hiei sweat

They so far have not been successful 😔

Honestly not sure they will succeed any time soon

Mf pops Carolina reapers into his mouth like popcorn 🍿 🌶️

#yu yu hakusho #yu yu Hakusho headcannons #team urameshi #yusuke urameshi #kuwabara kazuma #kurama #yoko kurama #shuichi minamino #Hiei

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momoxxxrinn · 1 year

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Op straw hats crew what do they do if you ask them to buy you or do they have pads/ tampons while you're on your period having cramps dying on your bed cause you can't move due to pain.

Warning: none just fluff, enjoy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ no spoilers.

Editor's note: I wrote this in middle of night sorry if there's typo and English isn't my first language. I use shortcut words.

Feature: Luffy,Sanji,Zoro,Usopp, Nami,Robin,Franky,Brook,Jinbe, Chopper

Nami & Robin

Nami & Robin : realistically they both always have pad or tampon nearby. Will let you have as many as you need according to your flow. Because they don't need to go out to buy for you they stay behind feeding you food.

Robin would feed you more like Chinese herbal medicinal soup to relieve pain. Made you bone broth with angelica sinensis or more common ginseng help with bloating, helps with blood circulation flow preventing cramps and digestion. She used to read and learn along her journey before joining the straw hats. She has been all by herself until now so she definitely would love to help you. Saying ton of benefits and most ingredients in a common household kitchen but she uses scientific names.

Nami definitely feeds you chocolate, mikan juice or pasta anything high in iron and magnesium. Cause losing blood might lead you to feel headache or worse pass out and pasta, mikan juice replenishes iron in your body. Nami doesn't want you to pass out from anemia. Chocolate gives magnesium which helps your mood better and gives you energy, chocolate is delicious in general. Either let Sanji cook your favourite food or make food that easy to digest herself. probably cost you big money.

Both of them literally have big sister energy you never had. Would bring you entertainment together like sharing their favourite books or gossip or fashion magazine. Try to let you rest as much as possible. Help you with different hacks like warm water bottle trick if they don't have pad warmer available. If you like to be alone they would sure you got your rest, not letting Luffy or anyone bother you I repeat, especially Luffy. Spoil you with anything you want.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji: would do anything for you, honestly probably know a few famous pads tampons brands but not sure which one you use so he got all the one that would seem to helping bringing more comfort. Would be really proud and waiting your praise. He knows it's probably uncomfortable for you so he bought some painkillers.

On the way back to sunny, saw bunch of good ingredients for you, easy to digest, nutritional and probably bought too much cause he want to give you a super comfort 3 course meal. Definitely don't forget ice-cream cause ice cream make everything better. Bought you a bouquet of lavender for relaxation. He's a romantis

Honestly, he won't let anyone know what he's doing cause he doesn't want you to get uncomfortable with others with your period if you're more personal type of person and don't necessarily need to announce your time of month. Respect you and woman in general cause it's painful, and how strong woman are. Do his research to develop new recipes to relief cramps.

Would giving you facial treatment for your period acne. Do skincare together to keep you company. Actually really enjoyed it.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro: understandable, totally know that biologically woman body are different than man. The impact of Kuina feeling of the hardships of woman in society in term of swordsmanship is deeper than he realized. Of course his respect towards woman is grew more once you educate him.

Totally get lost every second so you don't expect much from him but surprisingly he did return safely with an actual thing you requested. Probably ended up finding one piece along the way.

Struggling to choose type you use, asking stranger to help him and low-key everyone in the store recommended him different brands products so he ended up buying all. Would be type of guy thinking what size is your vagina. Yes, he knows the biological sciences different woman body with man but that doesn't mean he know everything about woman organs. This man simply an idiot so cut him some slack.

He knows Nami Robin dealing with cramps time to time. Would actually help them when usually he don't, cause he's aware Nami Robin independent and won't need help unless they ask but he love doing small things that make your day a bit better, won't ask for praise or acknowledgement. Woman around him shape the way he is honestly, if you educate him he probably listen but tend to got it wrong sometimes. Again he is muscle head, you gotta go slowly. Once he got it through his skull, he would force you to rest.

Actually asked Sanji to cook you easy digest food, Zoro would bring to you himself. Then asking Sanji to teach him how to cook that recipe. Totally shocked some other crew too lol. Don't really need to do it often cause there's the "love cook". Bring you soft blanket or even use his shoulder as you pillow if needed, those thick yummy muscle. Once he understands more, he encouraged you to exercise or stretch to a point you can handle. His excuse is to best way to relief cramps. This training muscle maniac.

God Usopp

Usopp: have no problems. Honestly probably the most normal among other crew. To him it just like another errands. Understand how period, uterus work and don't mind helping others if needed. Ngl Nami probably had sent him to buy her pad or tampon before, so boi got experience and from experience, food make anyone happy and in this situation it make you happy but gotta watch out from glutinous monkey food stealer Luffy.

Ask and you shall receive. If you ask for anything he would drop what he's doing just to make your day better especially dealing with something you can't helped.

Definitely keep a box or two of pads tampons you Nami Robin use. Would make you lay down and gently massage your lower abdomen to help relax your muscles. Genuinely really good at massaging. I mean look at those biceps muscles. He would be one of the guy who keeps heat pad with him, carrying inside his bag

Jinbe

Jinbe: Imagined a single father with teenage daughter, flustered because his lack of knowledge. Would ask Nami Robin more about woman body. Even though he is older gentleman and sometimes around woman his knowledge is have limits. Know what is period or cramps is, it just he never experienced someone asking his help on this situation and feeling need to do his best is adorable.

Would read intensely the description on the pads tampons brand and selection and decently did a good job. Realized people around him keep starring and not wanting any attention he grab the most comfortable and long lasting pads he saw. If you used tampons, too bad he still struggling to understand how it works that's. Accidentally gives you life time supplies lol.

Keep asking you if he did was acceptable and reassuring him he did a good job. Later learn he could help more than that. Would be happy you ask for his help. I low-key want to hug him and relive my pain. I need a squish mellow out of this guy.

Tony Tony Chopper

Chopper: yes he's definitely is a child in my opinion but regardless he's the doctor. And naturally he learn from Dr Kureha about sex education and woman body too. Tbh Dr Kureha already passed far from her menopause tho. So chopper is not innocent but he still pure tho, definitely don't really understand about lust or that desire of human but it is what it is.

Would believe this task is his time to finally show his usefulness. This is his first big boi errand. He does understand is really matter and important. Of course it's important but not to some extreme intense level. He's cute when he's trying his best. Please give him cotton candy and lots praise the moment he return.

Definitely know what he supposed to do and probably overwhelmed which to choose and ended up buying little bit of everything. Thin, ultra smooth, scented, unscented, wings, non wings, night time, longer version etc. There's probably an older woman helping him after seeing his struggling. Have very wholesome moment with new humans, very kind to him which suprise him. Please create new happy memories for him with human.

Definitely thought buying ice-cream for both of you to share but realized ice-cream may not be the best desserts so he chose something soft, fluffy, sweet marshmallows for you. Ngl he keep staring at your snacks so you feed him. Too adorable. See he put so much effort for you. Better appreciate this child. Since he's the doctor he give you painkillers and herbal remedies to relieve your symptoms.

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy: what can I say about this man. He's aware of world situation, different between woman body than his and pretty much normal information of a person his age. He's not idiot just umm.. stupid on not this topic, I guess?? Even with his awareness, he don't know cramps exist and once he learn that he's reaction is the most hilarious ever. Super shocked how bad the pain is for you.

Therefore after a few minutes learning new information off he goes buy the necessity you needed. Bought the first thing he saw and call it a day of success. Later learn he bought the wrong stuff, there's difference between a pad and a baby diaper or panty liner. Need Robin to help him out while teaching him new stuff but definitely didn't throughly understand it but somehow got it.

Was excited to bring you food but miraculously it arrived half eaten. Yes magic. Would stretching and making funny faces to crack you up, got drag away by Nami cause you need rest.

Franky

Franky: he's second oldest person in the strawhat and obviously he's an adult and even he got 2 younger sister he adopted. Older brother you can always rely on. Would buy you brand his sister use cause he didn't remember to ask you what brand you use. He's use to taking care of his sister so it's a habit going straight to the store and getting what you need and realised a few minutes later but he's too far to go back.

A type of person would gift you candy but made out of cola, like gummy cola, chewing cola flavour candy etc. Asked if you need massage cause low-key his new invention is a portable massage machine. If you let him use you as his guinea pig first user, he be extremely grateful. Your comments and review is matter. Give you a heating pad that immediately heat up in a second you need and there's temperature changes according to your liking for your lower abdomen. His invention is useful for daily use not just robot nerd.

Brook

Brook: if there's a song to make people sleepy there's a chance of song to relief pain exist or at least distracting you from your pain. Not sure if period products know 50 plus years ago available so got you covered by literally buy like 10 bag full of goodies.

Besides his playful and kinda unique personality, he is the oldest crew members and there's time he can be mature, mostly not but that's his coping mechanism. Love setting up warm bath, sprinkle with few drops of any essential oils you love or he just put lavender oil for relaxing your mind and body. A few oil of rosemary and sage would help better. This man loves bath and the most bizarre thing he did was filled the bathtub with milk, hoping your skin soaked up with all the benefits. 100% asking what colour panties you wearing. If he ask big mom definitely would ask yours. What a way to icebreaking.

Hope y'all enjoy it and thank you for reading this goddamn long writing. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ 💕

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ssentimentals · 2 years

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dating hoshi feels like...

it's your birthday every single day. he fills your days together with genuine joy, teaching you how to find something beautiful in every single thing, he brings happiness to you even on the rainiest day. his love feels like rays of sunshine, full of light and warmth and occasional bouquets of sunflowers with which he likes to surprise you.

('ta-da!'

you shriek and drop the cup back to the sink, turning around in shock to see bunch of sunflowers basically shoved up in your face. catching your breath, you barely have time to react when soonyoung's beaming face comes into your view. you honestly have to squint a little because of his overall brightness - soonyoung shines when he's happy. he's grinning like he won an award and he's too damn cute to actually stay mad at but you still manage to bite out: 'you scared me, god!'

'not god, just soonyoung,' he replies cheekily and laughs loudly, when you roll your eyes. 'oh c'mon! look, i got these for you!' he proceeds to again shove the bouquet right into your face and you laugh, taking a hold of them. 'aren't they pretty?' you nod and he instantly looks pleased, adding: 'not as pretty as you though!')

soonyoung somehow manages to be the most intense and laid-back person at the same time. one minute he's laser focused on something, not letting go until he perfected it and in the next he's laying on the couch, grumbling about how he wants a milkshake and cuddles from you ('honey! drop everything and come here, i need cuddles! what? no, i need them right now!'). he loves you enough to let you see him not only in his good state (wide smiles, sparkling eyes, plenty of energy, very playful) but in a bad state too (tired demeanor, poker face, silent, annoyed). you accept all of him and he makes sure you know that there is no need to be anything other than yourself with him - he equally loves all parts of you, even the ones you find ugly.

('can't you just be quiet for a second?!' you finally snap as your patience ran down thin. 'soonyoung, i'm working here!'

you immediately regret this outburst when you see his wide eyes and small pout. it is not his fault that you're behind the deadline but him singing along to some radio tune whist cooking you both dinner is not helping. regret fells like acid on your tongue and you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. when you open them, soonyoung is right in front of you but instead of looking annoyed or angry, he just looks very worried but he's trying to hide it with a small smile. 'pasta is almost ready,' he says in the gentlest tone. he reaches out and carefully pries away the laptop from your hands. 'go wash up, i'll set up the table.'

there's lump in your throat and corners of your eyes are getting a bit blurry due to tears welling up; you sniff, head hanging low as you slowly stand up. before you can take one step though, soonyoung wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, humming when you melt into him. 'i'm sorry for snapping at you,' you murmur into his neck. 'i'm so-'

'it's alright, i understand,' he assures you and it actually makes you want to cry more. another kiss, this time on your temple and he gently nuzzles into your cheek then. he sways you two a little and you don't know for how long you stand like that when he suddenly asks: 'should we make an impromptu crying session or are we going to eat first? i think it'd feel better to cry once your stomach is full, right?'

'soonyoung!' you hit him lightly on the back and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

'what? we can cry together, i heard it's a great bounding exercise for couples.' you lean back, giving him your most unamused expression. he takes a look at it and grins: 'no? okay, food first. we can cry later.' he looks at you seriously then, squeezing you in his arms. 'we can always cry together, okay?' you nod and he adds: 'i mean, it is better than crying alone. it's a bit awkward, no? like one cries and the other one just.. what? sits? or eats something meanwhile, or-'

'soonyoung!')

dating with soonyoung consists of amusement park dates where he screams louder than you do and he doesn't let go until you tried every single ride, and simple walks by the river at night with your hand in the pocket of his hoodie. it's him rubbing your stomach when you ate too much, him giving you his shoes when you're tired of your heels, him making funny faces and dancing in an exaggerating way just to make you laugh. he knows when he needs to give you energy and be a ball of sunshine and when he needs to just be a calm gentle presence by your side. soonyoung is a force of nature but somehow you rail him in, you are his anchor in the vast sea of emotions and feelings, his go to place when he needs affection and comfort.

('soonyoung, is that you? you're home earl- oof!' before you can your sentence he has you in his arms, head tucked into the space between your neck and shoulder, holding you close. he's not saying anything but once you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can feel him sighing in relief. you smile, lovingly caressing his nape. 'hey there, handsome.' he mumbles something into your skin and you laugh, leaving loud smooch behind his ear. 'missed me that much, huh?' you lightly tease, your hands now moved to his back, stroking it gently. he doesn't reply on this too and that's how you know it's been a really rough day for him. kissing his temple, you quietly say: 'it's alright, you are back home now. you made it through the day, now relax, you are home.'

on this he finally looks up, eyeing you with something akin to wonder. your noses are almost touching and his grip on you is a bit bruising but you stand still and let him see all the love you have for him in your eyes. he smiles and tension breaks as he kisses tip of your nose, sighing in bliss: 'yeah, i'm back home.')

he makes you feel like everything is just... easy. life, in the end, is not meant to be hard-lived. everything is easy if you look at it with positive attitude and good intentions and it gets even easier when you have someone as supporting of you and invested in you as soonyoung.

dating soonyoung is like laughing out loud, freely, uncaring of anyone and anything. it's him looking at you with stars in his eyes because if he is your sun, then you are his star, the one that shines bright for him, just for him and leads him back home, to you.

a/n: check out vernon and wonwoo verses and let me know your thoughts <3 - nini

i think of maybe making a tag list? :/ but not sure

#soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #soonyoung x reader #hoshi #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen x reader #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #svt #seventeen kwon soonyoung #i like how i am literally digging my own grave with these series like hah when will i EVER have anything close to this??#and the fact that i write it like this when hoshi is not even my ult..what will i do when it comes to my ults..#hoshi imagine #soonyoung imagine

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pugwitharug · 6 months

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Im going through withdrawals why is it always the good stuff that gets sent to the abyss-

Ahem anyways, can I request mc cooking anisa a meal. (She deserves it >:[] well all of them do lol) I remember one of the options in the game being to cook her something on earth or taking her out to fast food. So since there's a... low chance of ever getting anything else (;-;) I'll fufill the scenario via fic.

(Also I hope you know that you and the others that still write for LL make life worth living lol just kidding not that extreme but you are appreciated nonetheless!)

-miss anisa obsessed anon

Oh you have the biggest brain. The best brain I have ever seen. Miss Anisa Obsessed Anon, just know that I love you with my whole heart and soul and that I came back from a HUGE tumblr writing block to write about my knight wife

GN Reader, this honestly might be kinda short but it will be filled with as much love as possible, I actually recently made some baked mac and cheese that went really well so you know what I'm gonna do that but you're free to substitute it with whatever you want, I wanna revive the fandom but would it be beating a dead horse?

I think what you're talking about is both of you going to Earth and you cooking her a meal there, so let's say you're both able to travel to and from Earth easily

You bring her to your house/apartment/whatever, and she's honestly jealous

(Mainly because yours is cleaner than hers but that's every place lbh)

You both came to Earth to plan a little Earth date. She desperately wants to go to the aquarium and see the dolphins. Get her a dolphin plushie, she will adore it

But before you can set out, both of your stomachs begin to grumble with hunger. Anisa says the two of you should go get some fast food (she's been wanting to try it recently) but you say that it's been a while since you've cleaned out the kitchen and you can probably whip something up

You find noodles, flour, milk, and....cheese. A surprising amount of cheese

Baked mac and cheese it is!

Anisa doesn't know what an oven is. Okay, they have ovens in Astraea but they're more like furnaces, not convection ovens

Is it convection or convention? I'm not sure, and Anisa isn't sure either. She finds it fascinated either way

She wants to help! No self-respecting knight would let one person do all the work. However, neither of you want to burn the place down, so she can boil the pasta while you make the sauce

She makes a mess with the flour.............flour kisses.............

She steals some cheese while you're cooking. Processed cheese is definitely...different from the fresh stuff. And also not coming from the same animal

As she drains the noodles and helps you mix it with the sauce, you can see her hair poof up a little bit with excitement. Even if it's a simple dish, having good homemade food will make anyone excited

As the dish does its final cooking, she helps you with cleaning up. You thank her for the help (even tho you did most of the work lol) and she gives you a little smooch on your cheek. She still has a little crumb of cheese in the corner of her mouth

Needless to say, the dish is delicious and helped to clean out your kitchen before it all went bad

Now it's time to get to your aquarium date!

#last legacy #fictif #miss anisa obsessed anon #anon asks #thank you for requesting!!!#my writing #anisa anka #anisa anka x reader

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strawbs-screaming · 6 months

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punch out random headcanons (again)

i should sleep

- Aran is a unironic radiohead listener, he got caught listening to it at least 3 times but is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking it was a collective fever dream

- one of the main reasons the wvba doesnt go on holiday together is due to the fact most of the boxers suffer from insomnia & other stuff that stops them from sleeping normally and generally having shit sleeping schedules

- the wvba sometimes has movie nights, everyone takes turns picking movies, aran takes advantage of this and picks the worst movies possible on his turn just to piss everyone off

- King Hippo used to have the habit of eating anything handed to him as a child, thanks to this you can ask him what (insert random object) tastes like and he'll answer it honestly, tide pods? Refreshing and a very good texture, wood? Too dry. A loofa? Disgusting. Shoelaces? if cleaned before eating: unique. You name it, he's eaten it.

- bald bull usually drinks coffee without thinking about the fact hes not gonna be able to sleep properly, this causes him to not be able to stand still for more than a few seconds

- don actually has a lot of wounds on his hand from picking roses with thorns, being the reason he cant use hand sanitizer most times

- Mac has this one weezer shirt thats in horrible condition he wears as pjs, hes had it before he started boxing and still has it, it smells like death and doc hates it but cant bear to tell Mac to throw it out because he feels like it would come off as rude

- bull HATES physical touch, he absolutely cannot tolerate it, the most contact he'll make with someone is either a punch, a highfive or an awkward side hug, it just agitates him

- super macho man breaks down doors without knocking, literally just breaking a door because he thinks it makes him look "totally tough"

- Glass Joe is really good at ice-skating and has won a few competitions, hes considering doing it profesionally but is just doing it for fun now

- Disco kid has shitty hearing thanks to blasting his ears out with music 99% of the time, he has tinnitus + a ruptured eardrum but ignores it

- gabby jay is a very good baker, he sometimes makes bread in the shape of little animals when sad, baking is basically his therapy

- narcis is scared of the dark but will not admit it, he just comes up with excuses like "what if i trip on something and break my nose?" or "i dont wanna bump into stuff it pisses me off" And it somehow works

- pizza pasta will scold you if you break spaghetti into 2 around him, hes a huge pasta gourmet and will bully your cooking skills, fix those rigatoni making skills or go back to buying craft mac and cheese, bitch

- bear hugger drinks raw eggs from mugs like its coffee, he has offered it to everyone and only aran has accepted it once, after that incident aran got food poisoning and had to stop eating omelettes for a while

- there are only 4 boxers not allowed to cook in the wvba: bald bull, bear hugger, aran and soda popinski, bald bull keeps accidentally burning stuff, aran keeps intentionally burning stuff, bear hugger eats everything raw and soda keeps trying to add soda & other fizzy drinks to the food and ending up making some dubious mixtures, none of them are allowed into the kitchen under any circumstances unless its watching milk boil to make sure it doesnt spill

- someone once tried to cut heike's hair as a joke, 10 injured 975 dead

- hoy will call anyone son/child/daughter unless theyre older than him, hes basically adopted everyone and no one minds it

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thegalaxys-edge · 1 year

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full hearts

The Bad Batch x GN!Reader (pre- established relationship, reader is referred to as Doc)

a/n: i started writing this 5 months ago and finally got around to finishing it. really i just want to give these boys forhead kisses and ramen, so this is that. ⋆˙⟡♡

sum: after a long mission, you decide to cook the Batch a good meal (pre o66)

warnings: none, just fluff :)

wc: 4k

-✰- reblogs are appreciated! -✰-

You sigh, depositing your small duffle at the entrance as the door slides shut; sagging your body back, you rest your head on the durasteel behind you, letting it cool your mind and the headache pounding at your temples.

The apartment is fairly warm and midafternoon sunlight gleams through the small window, heating a well worn, second hand couch. It isn't much and it’s far from luxurious, but the small throw blankets and odd wall decorations made it feel like home.

You’d honestly meant to be back yesterday when you got in from a long series of missions as the field medic with Clone Force 99, but a quick, frantic call from a friend in the medical center had those plans changing rapidly. Instead of catching up on sleep (that you desperately needed), you ran to pick up two shifts, working from the late hour of night when you arrived until noon the next day, when a supervisor insisted you take some time off. And then you stayed another two hours.

Removing yourself from your slumped position on the wall, you haphazardly drag your duffle and gear to one of the two bedrooms in the apartment and sling it onto a low-to-the-floor, but quite comfortable, bed.

The apartment was actually one you shared- as if anyone could afford to live on Coruscant alone, even in the mid-levels. Your other three roommates are a few field medics who you’d met in basic training, before you each got paired with your individual squads, and currently they are all off-world on separate assignments. In a way it’s disappointing to come home to a completely empty space, but right now you welcome the silence.

Your bed is calling your name after having no sleep in maker-knows how long, but the stronger part of your mind tells you that you need a shower and food desperately.

You grab a set of clean civvies and head to the ‘fresher to scrub the dirt and dust and blood of the last mission from your skin. The soft smelling soap being luxury you dearly missed.

By the time you feel sufficiently clean (plus several minutes to just enjoy the hot water) you towel off and get dressed, feeling slightly less exhausted and slightly more motivated to grab food. You know without looking that the pantry and chiller will both be near empty, a result of the constant circulation of late-shift workers not wanting to cook and the equal desire to not come back to the smell of spoiled food after a long mission.

Slipping on socks and a pair of boots, you grab a bag and some credits to head to the nearby market. Ideas of pasta seem to float to the front of your mind as you lock the apartment behind you and walk out of the complex.

The sun is not fully set on Coruscant, leaving the lower area in a dim haze. The air is cooling down, but overall refreshing with a not completely pleasant, but familiar scent. It felt like home, or as close to home as you could have.

You clutch your bag close under your arm and let yourself focus on the bustle of the city around you. It was very overwhelming when you first moved to Coruscant, with its nearly infinite cityscape and trillions of individuals with their own lives swirling around you, but now your feet move on autopilot with your understanding of the sectors layout, and instead you can enjoy the excitement constantly thrumming in the streets.

In a small gap in the crowd, you spot a familiar color scheme that has you pausing your sure-footed stride. Through the passing bodies, you could spot none other than your squadmates, picking their way past a large group of vendors. You’re almost hesitant to interrupt their time off and instead plan to slip back into the crowd, hopefully unnoticed, when you lock eyes with Hunter, who had been dutifully surveying their surroundings while his brothers were locked in discussion.

You awkwardly raise a hand in greeting and offer him a small smile, which he returns. Seeing the shift in Hunter’s focus quickly grabs the attention of the rest of the squad. Wrecker’s face lights up as he barrels his way through the crowd of pedestrians, who desperately dodge to clear a path for him, and wraps you in a tight hug.

Your hands scramble to find purchase on his shoulders as he lifts you well off the ground and you let yourself tuck your face into his neck to disguise your wide grin. By the time he releases you, you can feel a gentle heat rising in your cheeks, and you let a sly greeting slip out.

“Long time no see, eh?” You calculate it had been roughly 17 standard hours.

Crosshair is, surprisingly, the first to respond.

“You look well,” he snarks in a tone that clearly teases the opposite. You scoff at his comment, but in all honesty, you probably are a sight to behold right now- haphazardly dressed, hair still damp from the shower, smiling like an idiot in the middle of a Coruscanti market.

“Maker, thanks Cross-“ you start, unable to stop the laugh bubbling up at the sight of Echo swatting his arm.

“You’re a di’kut, Cross.”

Said di’kut removed the toothpick that, til recently, resided at the corner of his mouth, and flicked in back at Echo, whose face scrunched into a, frankly adorable, frown.

“So,” Hunter started, clearly over the antics of his brothers, “what are you doing out? Thought you had plans to ‘sleep until our next mission.’” He quoted your last conversation back at you.

Well, that had been the plan.

“Plans change.” You didn’t need to tell them you haven’t slept since the mission, “What are you doing out?”

“Looking for some good food!” Wrecker burst with a clap on your back.

“That time isn’t it? I'm out for the same thing. Where are you headed?”

“We are currently unsure, most Coruscant establishments are..” Tech hesitated, choosing his words, “Less than welcoming.”

You frown, tamping down the anger that quickly sparked in your chest. You are well acquainted with the prejudice that cropped up in all sectors of the city. Hells, there were more shops allowing droids than clones at this point, and both the GAR and the Senate seem disinclined to stop the blatant discrimination. But falling into a rant about that wasn’t productive right now. You had more than enough experience avoiding discriminatory stalls to know the best food joints that were open to all, and your primary mission shifted to getting these boys some good food. And then your mouth was moving faster than your brain could filter.

“Well I could probably point out a few stands or-“ you paused, catching your words in time. You could cook for them. That seemed too forward. Sure you all got along well, even Crosshair had shifted from outright mean to more lighthearted jeering in your conversations, but that doesn’t mean they’d want to spend their limited time off with you. That, and they’d be in your apartment, which somehow felt quite personal, despite the limited time you spent there. Anxiety twists in your stomach.

“Or?” Tech prompted, clearly not willing to let your sentence end prematurely. The Batch was looking at you expectantly, but there was something else. They looked… happy. Relaxed in a way that you never saw on missions. Maybe you were overthinking it, it would just be dinner, and you trust them to say no if they aren't interested. Besides, with how much work they have over endless missions, it might be nice to enjoy a warm meal.

You purse your lips and summon some courage.

“Well, if you’d like, you could come over to my place and I could cook something up.” You will yourself not to shy away from their gaze.

“Really!?” Wrecker all but yells, voice overlapping with Hunters' attempt to reject your offer.

“We wouldn’t wanna trouble you, it’s not exactly easy to feed five troopers.”

“It wouldn't be any trouble, I wouldn't have offered if it would be. But if you aren’t interested, I understand, I don't want to impose or anything…”

Hunter studied you for a moment, hand absentmindedly scrubbing the back of his neck; he must have found what he was looking for because he turned to exchange glances with the rest of the squad, each of them giving a subtle nod, barring Wrecker who looked quite eager. He turned back to you, apparently satisfied.

“Well then, what’s for dinner, Doc?”

You grinned at him, letting the nerves shift into excitement.

“Well,” you considered for a moment, “I was thinking ramen would be great.”

At Hunters’ agreement, Wrecker practically knocks Tech over to lift you up into his arms again. By the time your feet touch the ground, Echo has his lips pursed with concern.

“What is ramen?”

“It is a savory broth and noodle dish served in many stylized ways, often with various meats, proteins, and vegetables,” Tech states, adjusting the rims of his goggles before looking up from his data pad.

You nod in agreement, “I’ll need to pick up a few things, but there's an outdoor market just nearby.”

Falling into a pod-like formation, you lead the group a few streets over, all the while listening to Echo recount some of the worst foods he's suffered through during his time with the 501st, including an especially slimy seafood soup. He concluded that he was not particularly fond of dishes that look back at you.

Together you meander your way through several stores, picking out broth, noodles, a protein that Hunter seemed particularly interested in trying, and various vegetables, all of which Tech was keen on discussing. At some point you linked arms with Echo, who insisted on carrying the grocery bag.

When all the supplies have been collected, you pick your way back to the apartment complex. It’s a short walk away and all the while you exchange easy conversation with the squad. On missions, you try to stay professional and keep your focus in the way you were taught during basic training, despite the Batch’s often successful attempts at breaking down your walls. However, without the tension of impending injury or death clouding your thoughts, you let yourself relax.

You point out your building to the group, scanning your key card to get in. A sharp prick of nerves rocks your stomach as you make your way into the lift, dampening the lighthearted mood that had gathered during your time at the market. Logically, there was no reason to worry, after all, you’ve already sacrificed all privacy and personal space when you crowd on the Marauder for missions. That never made you nervous, in fact, you've even teased your squad, mostly Tech, about how you were claiming partial ownership over his pride and joy of a shuttle; but somehow this felt more personal, like you were letting them into a new part of your life. Which, in a way, you were.

Crosshair, having either impeccable timing or just catching onto your nerves, slides an arm to the railing on the opposite side of your body, placing him close behind you, and effectively shifting your mind from any worries you were having to the way he was nearly wrapped around your body. Then, without any warning, he jams his boney fingers into your side, causing you to yelp in surprise. Immediately turning around, you smack your hand into hard plastoid armour and glare up at him. He only shrugs back at you, a smirk playing on his face.

“You’re in your head mesh’la.” You pause for a split second. That nickname was new.

“Yeah, well you must be out of yours. If you don't keep your hands to yourself, Cross, you won't be eating.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender as his brothers jeer at him, but the glint in his eye told you he was going to be trouble.

You unlock your apartment, the door sliding open with a hiss, and step aside to let them in.

“Feel free to make yourselves at home,” you smile and gesture to the open-concept living space and kitchen in a way that is hopefully not as awkward as it feels.

Echo turns to you, “Mind if we ditch some armour?”

“Of course, go ahead.”

Warmth spreads through your face as they each remove the top half of their armour, Tech retaining his vambraces, and spread out around the room. You try not to let your eyes linger on how their tight fitting blacks cling to their impressively built frames, with limited success.

Quickly pushing that thought from your mind, you grab the controller to switch the holoscreen to the first thing you could find: some cheesy reality dating show. Wrecker sprawls on the couch and lolls his head back, Tech joining him at the opposite side. Crosshair perches on a barstool at the kitchen counter with a good vantage point of both the kitchen and the holo. You quickly shoo Echo away from where he was unpacking the groceries in the kitchen and he joins his brothers on the couch. Hunter saddles up beside you in the kitchen while the others settle in, resting his hand on your back. When you look up at him, you find him already watching you.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” a soft smile slants across his face.

“‘S more of a mess when my roommates are around.” He nods in understanding, his roommates are a bit of a mess as well.

“Thanks for having us over, Doc.” The sincerity of his gaze sends sparks through your body and you can only hope that his senses don't pick up on the stuttering of your pulse.

“Don't thank me yet, you don't know if the food is any good. It shouldn't take too long, you can go sit down for a bit.”

He’s probably been just as busy as you since getting back, between mission reports and making sure his brothers were all cared for. For a second it seems like he might protest and insist on helping, but then he gives your waist a quick squeeze and goes to sit in the mismatched chair near the couch.

With the Batch relatively settled, you begin to work on pulling out cookware and heating up the broth in a pot. You give the vegetables a rinse and pull out a knife and chopping board to start cutting, quickly abandoning the task when the broth heats to the correct temperature. With a plan to cook two packages of noodles at a time to maintain a good cooking temperature for the noodles, you start the first batch, before dropping a pad of butter into the pan for the vegetables. You turn to keep chopping, only to see Cross had taken over the task quite dutifully. It was very…domestic. A fuzzy feeling was creeping back through your body at the sight.

Rather than try to move the ridiculously stubborn man back to the couch and ruin a genuinely sweet moment, you just skirt behind him, dragging your hand gently across his shoulder blades and offering a soft thanks as you gather some of what he's already cut to sauté. You grab a second pan for the meat.

The rest of the cooking is a quick blur of setting out bowls and alternating between cooking and dishing out batches of ramen, setting aside an extra batch for when Wrecker is inevitably still hungry. By the time the last bowl is full, the kitchen is a bit of a mess, but the meal in front of you is nothing short of mouthwatering.

You rap your knuckles twice on the counter closest to the living room, “Dinner!”

The Batch files in, Echo and Tech invested in an almost heated debate over the bachelors in the holo, with Echo vehemently protesting Tech’s pick to win as being shallow and Tech retorting about how his pick obviously had the highest probability of winning, regardless of his shortcomings.

Wrecker seemed to be nearly bursting with joy as he grabs a bowl and you hand him a set of chopsticks. His free arm slings around your shoulders and he drops a kiss to the top of your head, along with a gleeful ‘thank you.’

“There’s also forks on the counter if you’d prefer,” you gesture to where you'd set extra silverware, doubting that any of them had much experience with chopsticks.

The rest of them each follow suit, grabbing bowls and chopsticks and offering you thanks, to which you duck your head in quiet acceptance of their praise.

They all migrate back towards the couch with full bowls, sans Echo, who instead moves to the counter due to his inability to hold the bowl and wield utensils simultaneously. You opt to join him with a bowl of your own.

You scoop a large bite of noodles, almost groaning at the taste, stomach growling in appreciation. You'd nearly forgotten how long it's been since you ate. Both your escapade with the Batch in the market and cooking dinner had taken much longer than the quick dinner you had anticipated having alone.

Glancing over at Echo, you see him grasping hopelessly at the chopsticks. He met your gaze with an almost guilty grin that told you he was about to make a stupid joke.

“Mind givin’ me a hand?” He raised his scomp-link for emphasis.

Maybe it was the tiredness truly setting in or maybe it was the joy of seeing the usually-tense ARC Trooper letting his guard down, but laughter swelled out of you at the idiocy of a pun you certainly should have seen coming. His smile widened, crinkling the corners of his eyes, which only made you smile to match him, before scooting your stool so you were shoulder-to-shoulder to give him a quick run-down.

Across the room, Tech seemed to have given a similar demonstration about chopstick technique, resulting in Wrecker grabbing one of the forks you had left out to expedite the process of food consumption.

The room was rather quiet, excepting the holoscreen, once everyone became fully invested in their meals. The sun had long since set, and everything was cast in the flashing from the light from the holoshow, as well as the standing lamps around the room, which your roommates all agreed was preferable to the abrasive fluorescent fixtures. Echo and Tech continued to comment on the dating show, with Crosshair chiming in every so often to comment on how ridiculous the whole thing was (though his concentration on the screen revealed he was rather invested). At one point you got up to refill Wreckers bowl and join the rest of the group on the couch with Echo in tow. You end up squeezed between Wrecker and Echo, with Tech on the other side of Wrecker and Cross tucked on the broad arm of the couch. Hunter looked as if he was melting into the armchair.

By the time the episode ended (on an overdramatized cliffhanger), you were almost asleep leaning on Wreckers arm. The bowls gently clink together as Hunter gathers them up to bring into the kitchen. With a yawn, you move to stand and start the dishes but Echo reaches in front of you to prevent you from getting up, meeting your bewildered look with a retort about how you invited them over and cooked and how dishes were ‘the least they could do’. You stammered in response, which Crosshair snorted at, cracking his eyes open and shifting his head from where it was leaned against the wall. He looked exhausted. They all did.

“At least let me dry!” You raise your voice so Hunter could hear you over the running water, “you don't even know where things go!”

“I believe I could assist with that.” Tech stands, trying and failing to hide his smirk at your losing battle of hospitality.

Meanwhile, Echo enlists Wrecker to keep you from getting up, leaving you with your torso fully wrapped in Wrecker’s arms and your legs draped across Echo’s lap. With no chance of escaping, you resign yourself to lay back into their arms and listen to the sound of Hunter and Tech cleaning up the dishes and the dull chatter of the following episode of the dating show.

When you open your eyes again some time later, Hunter seems rather panicked. His chestplate has been haphazardly reattached and a strong grimace paints his features.

“Sorry Doc, didn’t realize it was so late,” he shook Crosshair awake, “We’ll be out of your hair and let you get some rest.”

Wrecker and Echo shift to get up, untangling themselves from you. Crosshair waking bearily on the armrest. You stand up too, catching a glance at the chrono displaying half an hour to midnight.

“Are you headed all the way back to the barracks?” You question, almost rhetorically. It seemed ridiculous to trek back across the city this late. You never know what precious limited time there is to sleep before you all ship out for the next mission, but you're certain that the Batch shouldn't have to spend sleeping hours commuting back to uncomfortable bunks.

“You could just crash here for the night.” Hunter paused from where he was collecting and passing out armour plates.

After an uncomfortable amount of silence, you gesture vaguely to the couch. “It’s a pullout.” The group pauses from the beginnings of reattaching armour plates. “I can grab some spare sheets and blankets, if you don't mind sharing a bed.” A yawn stretches through you, prompting a few more from the group.

You must have underestimated exactly how tired Hunter is, as instead of politely declining and herding his brothers out like you anticipated, he doesn't even try to argue, nodding slowly in agreement before moving back toward the living room.

Dragging yourself into action, you stretch your limbs high above your head before setting Hunter and Crosshair to figure out the couch while you go in search of extra sheets in the linen closet. You return, handing them off to Tech and Echo before gathering some throw blankets to add to the bedding.

While your team sets up, you return to your room to change into sweatpants and a sleep shirt. You quickly brush your teeth in the connecting bathroom, then gather what pillows you have on your bed to bring out to the living room.

When you return, the men are all stripped of their remaining armour and left in blacks. The bed is fully made and looks quite cozy, though it will certainly be a tight squeeze. Wrecker crawls in first, settling in the center of the bed with a heavy sigh. Tech follows, leaning in to press a tired kiss on your forehead before crawling to the far side. Echo settles in between Tech and Wrecker, while Cross moves to Wrecker’s other side. Their movements are practiced, as if they had done this a hundred times before. It was quite likely that they had, with time in the field and on Kamino providing little other comfort.

Hunter flips off the lights before slipping an arm around your waist and leaning to speak softly in your ear, his voice gruff.

“Joining us, mesh’la?” You realize that you've just been standing by the side of the bed, watching them all settle in. You had planned to return to your own bed, but leaning into his chest, you feel yourself quickly losing the battle against sleep. And you gave up all your pillows.

“Mmph.” A low laugh rumbles around you and Hunter nudges you toward the couch, tucking you in next to Crosshair, who was quick to pull your back to his chest and tangle up your legs, before pulling himself in behind you. You adjust the blankets in an effort to keep Hunter tucked in with you, knowing full well he would sacrifice his own comfort otherwise. With nearly no space between you, Hunter lets his eyes fall shut and rests his forehead on your own.

“G’night, Doc.” You don't know if you respond out loud, as you lose all grip on the waking world. After months of harsh missions and endless carnage, you were cuddled up, safe, content, and finally asleep.

#hunter x reader #hunter tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb #tech x reader #tech tbb #wrecker x reader #wrecker tbb #echo x reader #echo tbb #the bad batch x reader #gn!reader #tbb fluff #the bad batch #swtcw #my writing

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tiredcatboysinc · 7 months

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Merc cooking headcannons

Hi, it's literally been so long since I posted I'm so sorry. Anyways Tf2 hyperfixation is back so here are my headcannons for how good all the mercs can cook.

Scout ⚾

Scout doesn't really cook

He more or less just shoves chicken tenders in the oven and prays he doesn't burn them

Like he could learn to cook if he really wanted

But he just does not have the patience for it

I think Engi maybe taught him how to use the oven and taught him a few very easy recipes (soups, grilled cheese, things like that)

Other than that? That man can not cook

Sniper 🦘

Sniper knows how to cook, just not well

Like, being out in the wild with no way to buy food is a good reason to learn to cook

Doesn't mean he doesn't burn shit half the time

He can make a few things, toast, pasta, and he can grill any type meat really

He defiantly taught himself how to

Soldier 🦅

He can not cook

Do not even let this man in the kitchen

He will find a way to blow something up

Demo💣

I think Demo would be able to cook very well ngl

Like he only really cooks dishes from Scotland, but he'll learn to cook just about anything given the time

He likes to cook for Soldier a lot

I think he would really enjoy making breakfast for him :3

Medic💉

He can cook, it's just that no one trusts him to cook

Like if you let him cook he'd probably make some kind of monster meat

If someone would give him the chance he'd probably be really good at cooking

Just make sure he doesn't put any chemicals in it

Heavy🪆

He can cook really good actually

But only Russian dishes and sandwiches

He never really cared to learn how to make food besides those

Like that's all he ever eats, so why would he need to learn?

He's also a pretty good baker

Man can make a good ass pie

Spy🍷

Only cooks very fancy foods

Like he will not eat anything unless it's like fucking high end shrimp or something

Honestly he's super good at cooking, it's just the fact that it takes him several hours to make the food because he wants it to be perfect

Engineer🔧

Literally the best cook in the base

Everyone loves his cooking, so he ends up making dinner most if not every night

He loves cooking though so it's not an issue

Have you guys ever seen that mac n' cheese that has like 5 cheeses and a layer of bread crumbs?

Yeah, he would make that

Pyro🔥

They don't cook, they would set the base on fire if they did

They can bake though

And they bake really really amazingly

Like fluffiest and most moist cakes you've ever eaten

They're favorite thing to make is sugar cookies

And they also like to gift their caked goods to the other mercs and sometimes Miss Pauline when they get to see her :3

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcannons #scout tf2 #sniper tf2 #soldier tf2 #demo tf2 #medic tf2 #heavy tf2 #spy tf2 #engineer tf2 #pyro tf2 #eddie writes

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ames-fanfics117 · 2 months

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Hetalia Characters as Older Brothers

//I just kinda... picked my favs? I'm on a bit of a Hetalia revamp, revisiting my phase from three or four years ago lol. Also, just a warning, the fonts and colors switch up for every character and some of the colors/fonts may not be friendly to some people's eyes.

America

Honestly? Alfred seems like the type to try his damndest to be the cool, fun big brother to any younger siblings he might have. I mean, he was alone for most of his 'childhood' because Arthur didn't pay attention to him and when Arthur was paying attention to him, it was always to impose new rules and taxes and other such things. And he doesn't want to be like that with his sibling, so he definitely pays a lot of attention to his sibling (well... except for Mattie, but still) and try to do things that they like to do, let them do what they want, etc. It's cool, but it probably feels a bit desperate, like he's trying to relive his childhood through them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

England

Arthur's never really been a good sibling/parent/whatever the hell he was to Alfred. He's strict on manners and always wants his family to represent the best parts of himself/themself but also doesn't want to have to baby someone in order to raise them. He can be distant and arrogant, spending lots of time away from his sibling and making underhanded comments when he's with them. Now, if he truly cares about his sibling, he's a silent doter. He may leave new tea blends in his sibling's cabinet or new books he thinks they might like in their bookshelves. Perhaps he 'accidentally' leaves cozy sweaters and blankets at their house and conveniently 'forgets' to come and get them back. He'll also try to cook for them and then leave the cooking in their pantry or fridge, but at this point everyone knows not to eat his cooking, so... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Japan

Since Kiku's so reserved, he's kind of like Arthur in the fact that saying he loves his sibling verbally might actually cause him to have an aneurysm. He does love, or at least admire, his sibling to some extent and shows it in slightly opening up more to his sibling and doing acts of service. He might cook food for them if he notices that they can't cook or are in a mindset where cooking is too much. He might clean little parts of their house every time he's over until the entire house is spotless. He might gift them little trinkets that he notices that they like. Maybe he stocks up on their favorite snacks and drinks. He's a very observatory country and notices those types of things. And while he won't say it outright, his actions show that he loves you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Italy

I mean come on, we all knew how I was gonna start this... He's a clingy younger brother, that much we know. But... he's also a clingy older brother. He clings to his younger sibling, like, 24/7, always wanting to do everything with them. He doesn't like being alone. He was locked in a closet a lot when he was living with Austria and... while he had Hungary and HRE, he was still alone most of the time. It left scars on the way Feliciano acts in relationships with others, platonic or not. He clings and does a lot of acts of service and is constantly proclaiming his love for the ones close to him. He can clean and he can cook and he does those for his sibling almost every day. Pasta is a commonplace in the household, as is the sight of Feli in a pink apron with a rag tied around his head to hold his hair back with a broom in hand, cleaning the floors. All in all, he's a really good big brother, once you look past the clinginess.

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Germany

Strict. Ludwig is strict by nature. Though, if he has a younger sibling who is younger than him by a lot, he might be a bit more lenient. Still strict, though. Still makes his sibling get up and five am to go training with him and makes sure his sibling is getting the best education. Even though he seems overly strict and like he doesn't care, he just wants the best for his sibling (and for them to not turn out like Prussia). He's also a bit overprotective, though he tries to be subtle about it... and fails. If his sibling is going out by themself? No, they're not. They may think they are, but he either has someone following them or he's following them and playing it off like he was going somewhere nearby. He screens all their friends and coworkers to make sure they're safe for his sibling to be around and never brings it up, getting coworkers fired and pushing away friends who he thinks might be a bad influence on his sibling.

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia america #hetalia england #hetalia headcanons #hetalia germany #hetalia italy #hetalia japan #aph america #aph england #aph italy #aph japan #aph germany #hetalia sibling #headcanons #sibling headcanons #sibling reader

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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I’m always a sucker for meet cute. Would you be open to writing something for Austin and a non-celebrity person meeting under mundane circumstances? I’ll leave it open, but let me know if you want something more specific!

i literally looked at this ask when it came in and had to clutch my face. one because you were requesting it and two because honestly i adore reading and writing meet cutes but haven't ever written one for this fandom. mostly because that's not what gets requested from me and generally speaking i just haven't had a good itch strike me to do one. but this is my perfect opportunity so i have to honestly thank you from the bottom of my heart for it. also blame that one podcast for this being a cooking class situation.

tw: a break up? a bit of depression related to that? this is tame. it's a meet cute.

austin butler - cooking is my love language

there is a universally acknowledged saying that tells you not to put all of your eggs in one basket. you've been aware of this saying since your mother drilled it into you when you wanted to only apply to one college, when you wanted to only go to a specific summer camp, when you told her you were only ever going to be with one person.

somehow you had forgotten that old saying when it came to learning how to cook. sure, you knew the basics and wouldn't be left completely defenseless but anything more complicated than pasta with canned sauce or simple chicken dishes and you were done for. thankfully you had been dating someone who knew how to cook since the beginning of your college years and beyond. you had actually been dating long enough that the fact that you weren't married to them raised more than a few eyebrows, your own included from time to time. it didn't matter though because you two didn't need to be married to love each other and to want to stay together plenty of couples did that and were fine.

you thought that until the exact moment you were broken up with and found yourself struggling to make a food that had developed into your comfort food since your now ex had made it for you for the very first time. you had no idea how to make it but knew that they had learned it from a cooking class they had taken somewhere downtown. it doesn't take you very long to sign up, something you're thankful for considering the late hour you're trying to do all of this. the class is set for next week which gives you time to- well wallow in your grief. if that meant that you used a bit of sick time to just sit at home and watch cheesy rom-coms and old hollywood movies, well, that was your business because it's not like you bothered anyone doing it. besides, you planned on showering and putting yourself together before you went to the cooking class in general.

putting yourself together isn't exactly the correct word for what you did. you did shower which you felt exceedingly proud about but rather than do anything special to your hair you just kind of let it exist. it was brushed and that was that. you chose something comfortable to wear, an old but not threadbare tee shirt and some sweats, unsure what exactly was going to be going down during the class. it's not like you were trying to impress anyone anywhere, let alone here. why would you need to dress up?

you're early mostly because you figured you were going to get lost and run late so you planned for plenty of getting lost wiggle room only to find that the room had about fifteen signs - you think, you actually lost count around sign number 7- leading everyone to the room. you take a seat in one of the barstools and take a moment to pull out your phone. you know you shouldn't mindlessly scroll through it especially when you need to edit your feeds to not have anything related to "person who will not be named" but you're bored and you've still got at least fifteen minutes before anyone else probably shows up. at least that's what you think before not even five minutes into your scrolling session you hear the door open. it startles you just slightly and has you looking up at the intruder.

he's- well he's familiar but you can't quite place the face. a shame because he seems kind of cute and he's chosen the same comfortable sort of look you have only with jeans instead of the sweats and a hat to cover his face and hair up. you hum slightly to yourself before turning your face back to your phone, figuring your partner in being early would take advantage of the timing and just sit wherever he desired. preferably somewhere not next to you.

your hopes were dashed the second you feel a tap on your shoulder and hear a voice- well it's a deep voice and one you wouldn't peg as coming from the reasonably lanky person standing there- asking you a question.

"you mind me sitting there?" he asks, tilting his hat up just enough for you to see his eyes. he's not quite pouting- though his lips do leave you questioning that assumption- but he does look almost as if you saying no might be the worst thing for him to hear for the rest of his life. you should say no, you're contemplating saying no before you motion for him to sit.

"i don't. wondering why you want to sit next to someone right now but- i don't mind." you shrug as he pulls out the barstool and takes a seat on it, somehow manspreading on a chair you thought would make it impossible.

he purses his lips and bites his lower one almost like he's debating if he wants to answer you and defend his actions. in the end he rubs at his neck and opens his mouth to speak. "i- i spent a lot of time during lockdowns and shutdowns alone. the idea of being next to someone is kind of- overwhelming but thrilling at the same time. i missed it. i really- if this is bothering you-"

"it's not." you say, putting your phone down. "i'm- i think i was just deciding you want to be like me and be a loner in a cooking class."

it's true, that's really why you had even had a slight concern with him sitting there because who really wants to sit next to a stranger doing something like this.

the laugh he lets out sounds warm in a way you haven't really ever heard before. a sunny day captured in a moment in time almost. it makes you smile despite yourself as you listen to him. "normally i would be. i've been painfully shy most of my life. i'm getting better at it but you seemed nice and i've needed an alive human being to talk to that i don't work with."

"you know that makes you sound like a serial killer, right?" you try not to laugh because it's not funny especially if he actually is one but who says something like that to someone they just met. "not accusing you of being one but- i don't even know your name- man, you know how that sounds?"

there's a moment where you think you've overstepped and that austin is going to get up before he rubs his hand across his face and just sighs. "i- i should have. sorry. i'm- my job had me studying someone who's been dead for 45 years. famous so it was a lot of stuff i had to study. still kind of wrapped up in him a little." he pauses. "austin. my is." he takes a breath. "my name is austin. i promise i don't trip over my introduction like that normally."

it's then that you honestly laugh for the first time in what feels like a long time. sure, you had only been single for a week but you don't remember the last time you actually laughed with your significant other. it was strange having someone make you laugh this easily. "y/n." you say between your laughs and you can't help the way you end up biting your lower lip. "i've heard worse introductions. teenage me actually gave worse ones. what do you do for your job?"

austin tenses and you can see his eyes dart around for a moment like he's looking to make sure no one is watching which is mildly confusing up until the point when he takes off his hat and you suddenly realize who you've been talking to. you manage to school your face into something that isn't shock before he answers your question. "actor. i don't know if you've seen it-"

"i have." you blurt out before your brain catches up to you and you clap your hand around your mouth. "i mean. you were good, great, i'd give you an oscar for that performance but i'm not an actor myself or anything." you take a second to breathe and look up at his face. "i'm not obsessed or anything. you were good, austin."

you see his face flush and he has the audacity look bashful before he rubs at his face and bites his lip. "you think so? think i'm actually good enough for an oscar? i mean i know cannes but-"

you stop him and nod your head vigorously. "oh yeah. i know people are talking about brendan fraser and we all love his comeback story but yeah, i could see you winning." you pause. "i listen to the river cafe podcast normally by the way. just so we can clear the air."

austin blinks and looks at you with a pained look. "so you've heard-"

you nod and look down into your lap. "mmhmm. i have heard. you already know how to cook and you’re in a cooking class.” you purse your lips. “why?”

the look of sheer distress and panic that crosses austin's face almost makes you pause, makes you tell him that he does not need to answer your question and it makes you want to put his hat back on his head so you both can pretend he's just austin the mildly attractive guy who can seemingly make you laugh. the second you start to open your mouth he puts his hand up. “i forgot how to make boxed mac and cheese. figured i might need a refresher on the basics.”

your eyes narrow before you raise an eyebrow. “the instructions are on the-”

“box. yeah. i still burnt it.” he finishes, looking suitably moritfied for the sentence he just uttered. knowing fully well you're aware he can cook pizza's in a wood fire oven and salmon on a plank.

“oh wow.” you wince at the idea. "that's- i can understand why now. i'm-" you pause, unsure if you want to tell him why you're here but he's already humbled himself so what's the harm in you doing the same. "my partner broke up with me. they normally did the elaborate cooking so i have to learn how to do some stuff beyond the basics."

austin looks like he's about to say something before more people start shuffling in and he plops the hat back on his head. he does mouth "later" to you and for some reason you find yourself smiling.

the class goes without too much fuss, austin staying hidden from everyone under his hat and you not giving anything away. your instructor has people pair up when cooking and you find yourself glad she does. austin's good even if he forgot how to cook boxed mac and cheese and he helps you stir when your arm gets tired and there's a moment when his fingers brush against yours as he grabs the garlic powder.

he stutters for a moment and holds the garlic powder close to his chest before he shakes his head. "sorry- i think i might have shocked you. you shocked me at least." a pause. "i know the recipe calls for just a bit of this but i made this for- i made this for an ex a while back, it tastes way better with more of it."

you wouldn't call the feeling you had a shock mostly because you don't think there's enough static electricity to cause that between the two of you but you don't correct him. "i'll trust you. you know more than i do."

the next words out of austin's mouth are not ones you expect and from the look on his face they're not ones he expects to say but he doesn't even try and properly stop himself. "don't worry, i'll teach you."

after a moment of mimicking a fish you nod and hum in the affirmative before just staying quiet the rest of the time until it's time to actually try your food. austin was right, it did taste very good with garlic and hum in delight, shoving another helping in your mouth without a single beat. you look up to see austin wearing the biggest grin- wearing a grin that you swear rivals the sun before he takes his own bite. he chews and once he swallows he offers an explanation. "i like knowing people like my food. you heard the podcast-"

"it's your love language." you finish for him enjoying how he blushes and chuckles quietly as he nods his head.

the rest of the meal and the class goes by too quickly for your liking and you find yourself not wanting it to end. not wanting to lose austin's company. you both stay behind for a moment, waiting for everyone else to leave so he can make a subtle getaway when he bumps you subtly with his hip to get your attention.

"i don't normally do this- don't normally give away my number but you- you seem nice and you're cute if you don't mind me saying. i'm not expecting anything in return but if you'd like i could give you lessons. complicated ones while you do these ones." his hand goes up to his face as he rubs at his lower lip. "you can say no."

your answer surprises you but all you can think is that you want to keep talking to austin in whatever way is offered. "yeah. i'll- i'd like that a lot. the lessons and i guess your number."

he smiles and nods a little vigorously before holding out his phone. "okay, cool. just put your number in, i'll shoot you a text."

"you can call too." you say as you put your number in under mac 'n cheese. "if you want."

"how else do you think i'm gonna teach you to cook while i'm filming?" he asked as he took the phone back from you and laughed at the name you chose for yourself. "never gonna let me forget that, are you?"

"never in the slightest mr. butler." you laugh before saving his number in your phone after the text goes through. "but- okay. i- i've got to go, promise i'm not just running away because you reminded me that you're a very busy actor but-"

"i get it." he murmurs stepping a little closer to you. "but you mind if i give- you might if i get a kiss before you go?"

you shake your head, the feeling of your ex a little too raw to contemplate kissing someone else on the lips. "not yet, austin. maybe next time i see you?"

he nods and grabs your hand just for a little squeeze before he turns to leave. "okay. we're gonna try pork chops next week, be prepared, mac 'n cheese."

the nickname delights you enough for you to actually take a moment to give austin a quick peck on the cheek. "will do, white peach."

if the sound of austin's laughter as you turn around and go your separate ways to your separate cars feels you with such joy you don't stop smiling until the next day- well that's your business.

but the fact that you might have replayed it over and over in your head to the point where you weren't that prepared for the pork chops next week? well that was his business and yours.

#i guarantee i will probably write more of this at some point.#austin butler fluff #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler fanfic #austin butler #ally's 500 follower gala #ally writes

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rahleeyah · 1 year

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So my mom was the best cook/baker like. Ever. Just magic in the kitchen and always trying new things and every time she brought food somewhere everybody always ate every last bit of it and raved about it. It brought her a lot of joy, the actual act of cooking and baking, and feeding people, sharing with people and making them happy. Everybody who ever met her has a favorite dish of hers, something she made that they may have only had once but that was completely unforgettable.

It's a high bar for me and my sister when we go to extended family gatherings. We can fucking cook, we learned from the best and we're a killer team in the kitchen, but like. No one is gonna be as good as the GOAT. And we feel a little bit of pressure, to make sure that whatever we bring is good. Partly bc for a long long time our family brought the Good Shit and we want to still provide that, but partly bc we don't want pity. We don't want anyone to even think "oh those poor girls" and tut over a subpar plate of meatballs. Bringing really good food is like a very quiet way of saying we're doing ok. We're strong. We haven't fallen apart. It matters that the food is good. If the food isn't good it means we aren't good.

We let my dad make requests for what we brought to Christmas. The three of us actually had a really nice - bittersweet, but nice - moment on Friday, going through my mom's recipes and picking things out. It was good to touch her things, to see her handwriting again, to talk about her. But my father asked for shrimp creole. This man picked one of the most cumbersome recipes he could have asked for - spices they only sell at one specific store in town, 3 pounds of shrimp to shell and devein, make your own stock, bake the rice, etc, while balancing 3 other recipes cooking at the same time - but like. Me and my sister are both stubborn as hell. He wants shrimp creole he's gonna get shrimp creole. And it's gonna be good, damn it.

And it was. Everybody said so, and ate plenty of it - and plenty of the Hawaiian meatballs, and the pesto pasta salad I made special for my niece, tho my coconut cake wasn't a big hit bc apparently a lot of people don't like coconut 🙄 - and that felt good. It just feels like. You know, we fuck up. We make mistakes. We're not perfect. Me and my sister, we're not up to a lot of people's standards, and we're used to being judged. But by god we can cook. There's lots of things we can't do, but this we can do. We can show up on time, and we can feed people, care for people, be there for people. And bring home empty bowls after.

And I think that would've made mama happy, but more than anything I think she'd just be happy we're getting along so well. I think she'd be glad to know we're still a team. A better team now than she probably ever dreamed we would be. That's the best part of all of it, honestly. Not just knowing that we did a good job, but that we did it together. Like not to be sappy but my sister and I have come a long way together and I'm grateful for that.

#trauma patience

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spiderblog-mcu · 2 years

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Eddie likes you but he's too much of a pussy to say anything

I'm not sure how frequently I will be doing this kind of content from now on but I had this idea in my head and just had to get it out!! It's inspired by the scene of Eddie looking in the fridge and finding a can of soup.

I'm better at blurbs than actually writing things out...unless it's smut...maybe one day

Eddie had no idea what to expect when you invited him over for dinner yesterday at school but he had trouble saying no. Partly because he loves a good meal, but mostly because he has a gigantic crush on you. Usually he just sticks with getting a whiff of your shampoo at Hellfire, because truthfully he thought you'd find his affection gross. After all, every other girl at school does, why would you be any different? None the less, he showers (extra soap this time), puts on something decent, and finds a nice bouquet of flowers (he totally didn't clip them from someone else's garden...). His feet are kind of numb on the drive over, and when he rings your door bell his pulse thumps in his head. None of that is made better when you greet him with your sweet smile.

"Hey you're here!"

"Yup, um," come on Eddie charm her up! "These are for the lovely chef." he presents a handful of tuplips tied together with what looks to be a shoe lace.

"They're beautiful, come on in, dinner is almost ready." Your house is so nice on the inside. Family pictures hang on the walls alongside a mantel of awards you have won. There's even an embroidered picture that says home sweet home. It's corny but Eddie kind of envies it. He never got the white picket fence family experience. "I have the perfect vase for those." It's turquoise and sitting just out of reach on a china cabinet. You stretch up as far as your tip toes will take you but your fingers can barely brush the vase. He can't help but smile, you are just too cute to him. "Hey Eddie can you-"

"Of course young hobbit." You give him a playful swat on the arm before he pulls the vase down. "Anything else you can't reach?"

"ha ha very funny," you say flatly, "I'm good. Take a seat at the table and I'll get the food." The setting is nothing fancy but it is more than most people have ever done for him. There's a white table cloth embellished with lace at the ends (please god don't let him spill something), a small dish of butter, as well as the cutlery and water glasses.

"Gosh y/n you didn't have to go through this much trouble!" he calls out.

"No trouble at all." You enter the dining room with two bowls wafting of a smell Eddie could only describe as heavenly. He thinks it's some sort of soup but it doesn't have alphabet shaped pasta or neon orange liquid. "There's one more dish to come out." More?! Has she been in the kitchen all day? Out you come with a pan of bread rolls that smell fresh.

"Holy shit you made bread too?!" You nod picking up your fork.

"I figured if I was making bourguignon I'd add some fresh rolls to soak up the sauce."

"Bour what now?"

"It's a french stew made with beef." He's amazed. Truly amazed. Why go through so much trouble for him?

"Ok, well. Bone apple teeth." The meal was amazing, honestly he didn't know food could taste so good! His idea of a nice meal is the pizza still being hot when it gets to his door. And he may have polished off half of the rolls...and the butter. What? It melts into the bun! "Well doll this is a meal fit for a king. No, a god!" A soft blush blooms on your cheeks.

"I'm glad you like it. I don't cook for many people."

"So this is a rare occasion? I'm honored."

"Well you let me join the Hellfire club late in the campaign and I felt like showing my appreciation."

"Consider it shown. Actually I feel like I owe you now." Eddie chuckles.

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As much as Eddie loved the meal, the after-dinner was his favourite part of the night. The two of you washed the dishes together and you had put a little smear of bubbles on his cheek. That ended with a slippery floor and more soap on your clothes than on the dishes. But you didn't mind, spending this evening with Eddie has been so heart warming for you. Surrendering to the mess, you swiped a bottle of wine from the family liquor cabinet and sat next to Eddie on the floor against the cubbords. Eddie wanted to say something, god he really did! But the fear of ruining the moment was too great for him.

"You sure your parents won't miss the booze?"

"Nah, they have more than enough."

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A bottle and a half later, Eddie thinks it's time to say goodnight. He was excited (and truthfully hopeful) when you passed him a bowl with the rest of the bread rolls.

"you sure?"

"Positive. I can always make more."

"Thanks dollface." Theres a split second of comfortable silence between you. Kiss her. NO! Pussy. Wait why is she leaning in? It was a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek but his body felt like it was on fire. Good thing his ears are hidden inside his hair, too bad he can't hide his sheepish smile.

"Goodnight Eddie."

"Goodnight y/n."

Yeah...he is hopelessly in love with you.

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #stranger things one shot #original writing #im not a great writter #but i wanted to #this is unedited #because i didnt want to #thanks for reading

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