#it was actually pretty fun! but there are SO many dishes to wash now oh my god

[padfootastic]

hcs about miss pen coming right up—

(I'm so excited to type this cause it's like those art videos where they choose colours without light and then is skin is green kwim? )

1) can follow along with a recipe/good enough cook but don't do it often cause don't want to wash up (absolutely valid if tho– bartan are just not the vibe)

2) social actually like not daily put partying but have this group of 5-6 friends that you just have always have had you know

3) not teachers pet but also not a trouble maker. they used to have a soft spot for you but you were a bit sarcastic talkative in class or used to have longer nails or something that would make you occasionally get in trouble

4) either took 4 classes of art as kid or very good dancer.

5) I'm gonna go with favourite subject was EVS till 5th-6th

6) have never broken a bone but did have stupid injuries as a kid

7) type of person who complaints about it's too hot/too cold, says their favourite season is Mansoon but jab humidity hoti h you're like nah i think i actually prefer winter (it's a lie you don't like any seasons)

8) friends parents and relatives used to say like you're the role model (in the sense ki beta dekho ye kitni polite/ kitni achche se baat kar rhi h/ kitni helpful h/ basically auntie whisperer) and your friends/cousins would just look at the aunties that have they grown two heads cause ye ladki? ye — abhi do second phle hame aise harkaton ke ideas de rhi thi.

9) absolutely not a morning person (which If thai you are i would be so surprised cause your sleep schedule 😭)

10) like fashion to a reasonable extent like whenever you step out you're put together in an effortless way it's not a remarkable oh my god look at this person's style. but a second they notice you properly wow you look good today type.

!!!! omg ash, lowkey impressed at how right u are for some of these? like,,,now i’m frantically combing thru our conversations tryna figure out where i gave myself away lmao

1. is half correct—i’m a pretty good cook (if i do say so myself 💀) and i actually like washing dishes lol so that’s never stopped me—i am very chindi tho, so i reuse bartan all the time to minimise.

2. true!! i’m fully an extrovert and i have about 2-3 groups of solid friends from different periods of my life; 10/10 would recommend, esp girl gangs.

3. no but this is literally so on point?? i was a very well liked child but i also talked the heck out of everyone’s patience and i was always bouncing around to other classes + i’d exasperated many (including the principal) w my coloured hair & messy uniforms & general…rowdiness lol

4 & 5 are sadly incorrect :( i did take classes for almost everything as a child but i’m not great at any of it. and my fav class is and always has been english!! (until socio came & overtook)

6. beep! another winner!!! i have all sorts of scratches and cuts and scars bc i used to do so much stupid shit. i remember climbing this half-constructed structure once bc there were puppies somewhere inside and i rly wanted to see and ended up having this like. rebar rod thing fully slice into my forearm. u can still see the scar now, like over a decade later lol

and no yaar 😭😭 i like to think 7 is not me—i’m v accommodating and i try not to complain even when i rly wanna (growing up around whiny rich kids has instilled a fear in me to not be the same lol)

8 is very, very true. i take a lot of pride in being almost all my friends’ parents’ favorite; aunty whisperer is a v good name for it too bc grandparents love me ;) (and yes, i was also the one to corrupt almost every single of them. fun times)

u already know 9 is true lmao what can i even say

and 10–hmmmmmmmmmm i’ll give it a. 0.3. bc im a very. very staunch ‘grab whatever and put it on’ kinda gal which means i can (and have) live(d) off The Chair for months on end. it never looks terrible but yah. acceptable i’d say.

What do you think of me: HC edition

#no. 3 is very james potter coded u don’t have to tell me #he’s my fav character to project onto lol #re 7– i remember not using the AC even when the temp was going into 40s bc i was stubborn #and wanted to increase my tolerance lol #would come straight home from school and plop down o the cool floor w my shirt off just for relief #i also think i should stop over sharing here before i accidentally doxx myself 💀💀 #but like also. this was so fun????? i wanna do more of these #if anyones seeing this—help a girl out will ya #pen’s asks #ask game #ppb

[fancoloredglasses]

[RERUN] Attaaaaack of the Killer ToMAtoes

[All images are owned by NAI Entertainment. Please don’t sue me. I know you have to pay for a helicopter, but...]

There aren’t too many Horror/monster-themed reviews I’ve done that would work for an October/Halloween RERUN (Quick note: if there are any horror/monster-themed series/episodes/films you would like to see me review for Halloween, please let me know!)

This review suffered due to not many images I could pull from the internet, so it was pretty much a wall of text that left a lot to the imagination.

One of my followers said they couldn’t get through the review due to it being painful (they said the same thing about The Star Wars Holiday Special, so yes, that will get the RERUN treatment in December. You’re welcome, follower!

Though maybe they thought the source material was the painful part? Oh well, whatever...)

It you would like to see how painful the review was, here you go. You’re welcome!

(Thanks to Killer Tomatoes…wait, they’re on the internet as well?! )

Confession time again: Growing up, I was terrified of monster movies. I once walked out on a double feature of Godzilla movies. I retreated when my mom wanted to watch Forbidden Planet. To this day, I still can’t sit through a slasher film (though that’s more due to be squeamish about gore)

Now, as I got older and less innocent, I started watching the creature-feature films on Saturday afternoons and realized how cheesy many of them were.

Then I saw this gem.

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes is a straight-up spoof of the monster movie genre with these salad staples coming to life with a taste for human flesh. How do they eat humans when they have no mouths? If you’re seriously asking this question, you’re watching the wrong movie!

If you would like to watch this film, it’s available on FreeVee (with ads)

The movie starts with the following scrawl…

Kind of a creepy way to start a comedy about homicidal fruit…

We are then told that we are in the PRESENT DAY…which, let’s be clear, is 1978. Because there is no way in hell these fashions and decor are in style now! Hell, they weren’t even in style when I first saw this while I was in junior high!

We open to a woman washing dishes when she spots a tomato in the drain.

Now if I was her I would have turned on the garbage disposal. She doesn’t, and the tomato rolls out onto the floor and kills her (I’m assuming by running over her toes) to the Psycho music as we dissolve to one of the most epic opening themes to a horror movie, which truly sets the tone for the rest of the film…

(Thanks again to Killer Tomatoes)

Now, I’m sure you noted the ads in the opening credits. This is no doubt due to the fact that the production was strapped for cash for reasons I’ll explain later.

We come back to the woman’s house, where her death is being investigated by the Metropolitan Police (wait, this is in the same city as Police Academy? That explains so much about this movie…), who are baffled (no doubt, if they were trained by Commandant Lessard…) as to why the body is covered in tomato juice (did it salivate?)

We are treated to a couple of more scenes of tomatoes killing people before we shift to a USDA testing facility where county deputies and Lessard’s Finest are in a shootout (presumably with tomatoes) as a helicopter comes in for a landing...

(Thanks again to Killer Tomatoes)

[Fun Fact: That helicopter crash was not planned! The pilot mis-judged his approach and clipped the rear rotor against the ground! Miraculously, the pilot only had minor injuries. However, the copter was a rental, and the cost of replacing it was more than the cost of the rest of the movie!]

We switch to a secret government facility where a general and an admiral are talking. A second general is dozing, probably due to the writers not able to think of anything for him to do (the Admiral actually calls him General #2. The writers were working overtime naming their characters for this movie!) Another officer comes up and leads the trio and some scientists into...

...the world’s smallest conference room. Accompanying them are Mason Dixon (who looks like a discount John Belushi) and the President’s press secretary, Jim Richardson (oh sure, HE gets a normal name!)

The scientific portion of the briefing is led by Dr. Nokitofa, who apparently speaks in bad dubbing (because he’s Japanese, see? Apparently racist humor was acceptable in the 70s) and explains that they’ve developed a cyborg to fight the enemy (is Cyberdyne Systems developing it?)

The representative from Federal Intelligence Agency (I really can’t blame the FBI or CIA not wanting their name attached to this film) doesn’t want to build Terminators so instead assigns Dixon his four best agents…

...Sam Smith (disguise expert, who changes his outfit every scene)...

...Gretta Attenbaum (swimming expert…are we fighting tomatoes underwater? She defected from the Russian Olympic swimming team, so there are plenty of jokes about recreational steroids)...

...Greg Colburn (underwater expert…apparently the FIA thinks so…), and Lt. Finletter (currently on assignment, obviously with something more important than fighting proto-salsa)

We then switch to the ocean HOLY SHIT! THE TOMATOES ARE IN THE WATER and have a cheap rip-off of the Jaws theme!

We switch to Richardson holding a press conference, apparently in a gymnasium (apparently they couldn’t afford to build a replica briefing room after they crashed the helicopter) when a reporter from the local school paper asks about the tomatoes. Richardson spins a string of bullshit platitudes.

We switch to a Senate investigation committee, who are so addled that they can’t remember what they’re investigating (I’ll give you a hint, it rhymes with Filler Romatoes) Finally someone remembers and hands out the briefing materials, but they’re one short…

...because someone leaked it to the press (they don’t say what newspaper) The editor of the Generic Times gets his best (well…only) available reporter, a Society Pages columnist named Lois Fairchild, on the story.

Meanwhile, Richardson is briefing the President at what a bang-up job the USDA is doing to combat this menace (meaning: He thinks they’re a bunch of fucking idiots. At least he’s a good judge of character) The President suggests using the advertising firm that helped him get elected (because he’s just as competent as those boneheads in the USDA) to help spin this.

Meanwhile, Dixon is questioning the father of a baby that was eaten by a tomato (and wants to sell Dixon a used crib) when Fairchild comes up and grills Dixon. Dixon refuses to answer and drives off…

…to the middle of a field, where he drops off Attenhbaum for some reason and drives off.

He then drops Colburn off in another field (wait, these two are specialized in activities involving being in the water, why the hell are they being deployed inland?!) He then parks near a third field as Finletter parachutes down…or he would if the plane was high enough for his parachute to do any good. Instead...

...Finletter crashes onto the top of Dixon’s car.

I would like to note that Finletter never changes out of that outfit, much like the rest of Dixon’s team (except Smith, who changes his outfit every scene). What’s more, he never repacks his parachute, but wears it like a cape. I’m sure Edna Mode would have a few words about that…

(Thanks to AvalonTheroe)

Dixon then orders Smith to go undercover as a tomato and spy on them (probably the most intelligent thing anyone has done thus far in the entire movie!)

And what about the other members of the team?

Colburn puts his skills to good use by flip-flopping to a local city square and swimming around in the fountain. It would be a genius move if there were any fucking tomatoes within half a mile of the fountain! We’ll get to Attenbaum later…

Meanwhile in New York, (which looks suspiciously like San Fransisco. Seriously, I had forgotten about the world famous New York cable car trolleys!) Richardson has shown up at the ad agency.

Mr. Swann, the greasy bullshit artist in charge, gives Richardson the rundown--

WAIT A MINUTE! IS THAT A BANNER AD IN THE MIDDLE OF A MOVIE?! Guess they had to pay for that helicopter somehow…

Anyway, we are treated to a musical number one might expect from Tropic Thunder’s Les Grossman explaining that people will buy anything if you sell it right (you know, for such a stupid-ass movie, it can be profound at times…)

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the country, Dixon and Finletter arrive at their hotel, while Fairchild (remember her?) hides in the lobby and learns Dixon’s room number, then uses her cunning to get a key to his room (by simply asking the clerk. No ID? no problem!) Later that evening, Fairchild sneaks into Dixon’s room while they’re sleeping. Fortunately, Finletter is a light sleeper and scares her off. Not entirely sure what the point to that was.

Meanwhile, at the tomato camp (they have a camp?) Smith infiltrates with one of the worst tomato costumes ever. Fortunately, the tomatoes don’t judge.

The next day, Dixon gets word that there are reports of tomato activity where he left Attenbaum (remember her?). Unfortunately, he has to rush to an important meeting, so sends Finletter to tell her.

Dixon arrives at an army camp, where they have captured a tomato the size of a medicine ball.

…we’re in deep marinara.

On that cheery note, let’s check in with Attenbaum who, despite being the swimming expert, is stationed in the woods. When all of a sudden…

...Attenbaum is crushed to death by a tomato the size of a Volkswagen. (If only she was attacked by tomato juice she could have swum to safely…)

Finletter arrives (still dragging that damn parachute behind him) just in time to helpfully inform her corpse about tomato activity in the area.

Meanwhile, back in New York, (home to the famous Golden Gate Bridge. I swear, the next time we’ll see the Rice-A-Roni plant!) Swann feeds Richardson a line of bullshit about the line of bullshit he has lined up for the PR campaign. The sad part is, I can see a certain portion of the country falling for it, especially if a certain cable “news” network existed at the time…

Meanwhile, wherever Dixon is, he finds himself surrounded by giant tomatoes until a song called Puberty Love (which makes Tiny Tim sound like Bruce Springsteen) plays on his radio, then they retreat.

[Fun fact: Puberty Love was performed by the now-former drummer for Soundgarden. At least now we know why he became a drummer…]

Meanwhile, in San Diego (we’ll assume it actually is, as we aren’t shown any landmarks other cities are more famous for), Dixon is once again in the world’s smallest conference room with the same group as in the beginning of the movie, when he is called away for an important call from Finletter...

(with Fairchild (remember her?) eavesdropping)

After the call, someone takes a couple of shots at Dixon, but they miss and he doesn’t notice.

Meanwhile, Fairchild has once again broken into Dixon’s hotel room, but this time is attacked (VERY unsuccessfully) by Finletter, who chases her around the room until Dixon shows up and she runs away.

Meanwhile, at the tomato camp, Smith (remember him?) has successfully infiltrated the camp as they prepare to have dinner.

Smith suddenly realizes what’s on the menu, then inadvertently commits suicide by asking someone to pass the ketchup.

Meanwhile, back at the military base, Dixon and Finletter finally realize someone has been shooting at Dixon. Finletter rushes off to find the shooter. He discovers a masked gunman and gives chase.

(he might actually gain on him if not for the drag caused by the open parachute!) Finally, the gunman escapes.

Dixon speaks with the President, who orders the army to attack the tomatoes at dawn. As night falls...

...we’re…treated?…to a musical number by the sentries. Finally, the attack begins, but unfortunately the army is ineffective…just like every other monster movie.

Did you really expect anything different?

The next morning, Dixon discovers a trail of tomato juice on the ground (maybe one was wounded? Or did it just drool when it ate a soldier?) and follows it, only to discover an angry tomato (well, what the hell did he expect to find?) which gives chase! He runs into a building and up the stairs…surely a tomato can’t roll up stairs.

WRONG!

He runs into an apartment where a radio is playing and Puberty Love comes on the radio. The tomato jumps at Dixon but misses, flying out a window and splaying on the ground below.

Dixon looks out to survey the carnage, but sees the masked gunman messing around under the hood of his car! He runs out, but the gunman sees him and runs to his own car and drives off. Dixon opens the car door, shoving Finletter out of the driver’s seat (why the hell didn’t Finletter do anything about the gunman?!)

Unfortunately, Finletter’s parachute gets trapped in the car door and he’s dragged behind as Dixon gives chase.

Dixon starts shooting at the gunman’s car, and gets a lucky shot that damages the engine, slowing it to a crawl. Unfortunately, whatever the gunman did kicks in, similarly affecting Dixon’s car. You would think at this point it would be faster to get out and run, but…

In fact, Finletter is able to get up and run ahead of the car, helping pull it along by his parachute. I would like to point out that both cars are about ten feet apart at this point, and Dixon could easily get out of the car and get the guy (or open his car door and let Finletter do it) Finally, (after several scene changes, implying this has been going on for some time) Dixon grows a clue and gets out of the car, chasing on foot. He catches up to the gunman and draws his gun.

Unfortunately, he never stopped his car, which rear-ends him, knocking him down as the gunman grabs Dixon’s gun as Dixon passes out.

Dixon awakes to see Richardson sitting across from him holding the gun (THE RAT BASTARD!). Richardson explains he’s tired of merely being press secretary and is using this crisis to get real power (so…HUD Secretary? Secretary of the Interior? Postmaster General?) Dixon convinces him to monologue some more (and say he knows how to subdue the tomatoes’ homicidal behavior) and is about to get Richardson to explain how he does it...

...only for Finletter to charge in and kill him with his sword.

Frustrated, Dixon is about to stalk off when he notices a copy of Puberty Love among Richardson’s records. Dixon then tells Finletter to round everyone in the city and take them to the stadium. Finletter says only the crazies are left after the city was evacuated, but Dixon says they will have to do.

[Fun Fact: in the closing credits, they list the crowd at the stadium as “Every Screwball in San Diego County” Bet their moms were so proud]

We are treated to a montage of Finletter leading “Every Screwball in San Diego County” (including the SAN DIEGO CHICKEN! Finally this movie has some star power!) on a madcap march, Dixon running through an empty city (and not showing every time his out-of-shape ass stops to wheeze for breath), the senate committee (remember them? I’ve been ignoring their scenes for the whole movie…) deciding to do nothing, and the army packing up shop...

...as once again the producers sell ad space at the bottom of the screen to pay for that helicopter.

However, the tomatoes get into the booth and attack the people writing the scrawl.

Finally, Dixon runs into the room the Army was packing up to declare he has a solution (apparently he paused to catch his breath for about 10 minutes before entering)

Later, at the San Diego Stadium, Dixon, Finletter, and the Screwballs prepare to make their final stand against the tomatoes. When the tomatoes enter, Dixon gives the signal and “Puberty Love” plays.

This causes the tomatoes to shrink and become inert so everyone can squash them. (I kind of wonder how much they spent on produce for this film. Probably less than they would have if they didn’t have to pay for a helicopter)

Suddenly, Dixon hears a woman scream and runs to discover Fairchild (remember her? This movie really has an issue with coming back to members of the cast. Does anyone even care that Colburn hasn’t been seen since shortly after Dixon dropped him off about a half an hour into the movie? And what about Swann’s proposed ad campaign?) cornered by...

(How would that even work? Tomatoes don’t have ears! That would be corn!)

Fortunately, Dixon has the sheet music (THEY DON’T HAVE EYES! That would be potatoes!) which does the trick.

Somehow, this makes Fairchild fall in love with Dixon, so they perform a badly lip-synced duet and walk into the sunset as gibbering carrots pop out of the ground and the credits roll.

This is about the same level of silliness as Sharknado combined with the rapid-fire laugh-a-minute comedic pace of the Zucker Brothers films (Airplane! and The Naked Gun). Unfortunately, it’s less self aware than the former and doesn’t have the comedic writing or acting of the latter. It’s spoofing the B-movie horror genre and in that it does well (including the bad acting and horrible production values). It’s almost, but not quite, of the “so bad it’s good” variety, but it’s a cult classic for a reason.

#horror #comedy #attack of the killer tomatoes #i hate reruns #Fan Colored Glasses

[a-b-riddle]

Taken Chapter Five Part Two: True Intentions

Warnings: Religious Trauma, Cult, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, Non-Con, Dub-Con. Violence against women. Threats and intimidation. Childhood Trauma.

She slept in by her standards. It was 9 am and by now her and Mia would have had a walk and breakfast. It was then that she noticed Mia was no longer in the bed. She sat up and looked around the bed hoping to catch a glimpse of black fur only to find she wasn't there.

"Mia?" Elizabeth called.

Irritated, she got up and walked out of the hall whispering her name. She walked past Bucky's room to see the door wide open. There laying shirtless with the sheets covering him from the waist down was none other than the Winter Soldier. And next to him was her dog cuddled up next to him on his left side as if he was her owner. Little shit.

She had never seen Bucky's shoulders. Angry red scars connected his metal arm to his shoulder. But his face looked so peaceful. She tried whispering Mia's name again, but Bucky began to stir. Nervous that she would wake him up, she hid in the hallway.

She heard a moan escape him. "Hey pretty girl." He greeted. "Is your mom still asleep?" She smiled at his words. Bravely, she turned back into his room only to find that he wrapped his arm around Mia.

"I see I've been replaced."

Bucky lifted his head up to look at her standing in the doorway. "You have been." He replied, laying his head back down. "I'm keeping her." He then buried his face into her back. He gave her a squeeze before pulling the sheets off of him and stood up.

Elizabeth would be plain blind if she didn't think he was attractive. He looked like something that crawled out of a romantic model and it didn't help when he walked toward her with such confidence, pushing his messy hair back out of his face.

"Does that sound okay with you?"

"Huh?"

"Eggs for breakfast?" He repeated. "It's the only thing I can make."

"Oh, yeah," she said swallowing the drool that had collected in her mouth. "Eggs are fine. I actually have to walk her and feed her."

"Tell you what,"He prompted. "I'll walk her, if you cook. You're probably a lot better than I am."

Elizabeth agreed and started exploring the kitchen as Bucky and Mia headed out.

They were gone for about thirty minutes before Bucky came back. She had Mia's food and water dish waiting for her in the kitchen and had made scrambled eggs and toast. Plain and simple.

"Mmm." He said taking a bite. "These are really good."

"The first job I got was a waitress at Waffle House. It's a popular diner down south. I really don't see many of them up here, but their eggs are my favorite."

He nodded. "Coffee?" He asked with a mouthful of eggs.

"Sure." She smiled, taking a bite of her own food. He put on a pot of coffee and both of them ate in silence.

"Thank you so much, Bucky." She gave him a soft smiling while holding her cup of coffee in her hands.

"It's just coffee." He said. "Thanks for breakfast."

"No." She said wanting to clarify. "I mean just thank you for everything. It's been nice to not think about what happened and just relax."

"You still seem pretty tense to me." He noted and finished off his coffee. "Listen," he stood up. "I have to go catch up with Steve. He wants to look into your apartment. I called Wanda on our walk and her and Nat are coming over. They'll take you where ever you need to go to get some new clothes. Here," he said picking up his wallet off the counter and handing her a black plastic card. "The code is 3255."

"Bucky, no," she urged, pushing his hand away. "I can't let you do that."

"It's fine," he insisted holding it out for her. "They'll probably want to grab lunch while you are out. Just go out and have fun. I insist."

She thought for a moment. She was already going to replace so many other shit that was destroyed, some money on clothes wouldn't hurt. She reluctantly took the card. "Thank you, Bucky."

"I threw your clothes in the wash last night when you were cleaning up dinner." He said, putting his dirty plate in the sink. "They should be done drying." She wanted to melt where she stood. God... He was making this very hard for her to keep telling him no.

Wanda and Natasha picked her up shortly after Bucky left. She apologized again for leaving early the day before, but they reassured her that it was no big deal. They were just glad she was okay. Wanda had, of course, picked another restaurant out of Elizabeth's budget, but Bucky did give her his card, Wanda reminded. But first, there was the matter of shopping.

Nearly all of her work clothes had been trashed. The shoes looked undamaged, however, so she just got one little black dress to wear for work.

Abe got a few outfits, not knowing how long she would be staying with Bucky, but a few shirts and a couple pair of legging. Wanda and Natasha were not impressed with her choice of clothing, but didn't say anything.

"Do you mind going down and telling them that Maximoff and Romanoff will be coming?" Natasha asked pointing time the restaurant that was in view. "I just have a few things to pick up and we'll be right over." Elizabeth agreed and headed across the street to DaMico's Italian restaurant.

The maitre d' perked up at the mention of the names and asked for a few minutes. By Elizabeth's guess, it would be more than a few minutes given there were other people waiting to be seated.

Suddenly a voice caught her attention. "Oh my god." She heard an over exaggerated valley-girl accent. She knew that voice. It was Chelsea. Joe's best 'girl friend'. Her auburn hair was shorter than the last time the two met. The first time she met his friends and Chelsea had jokingly threatened to beat Elizabeth up if she broke his heart. Oh the irony. "Funny seeing you here."

"Yeah, my friends wanted to meet here for lunch." She plastered a fake smiled on her face. Elizabeth hated confrontation almost much as she hated Joe's friends.

"How cute!" She eyed Elizabeth up and down. "I'm meeting up with Samantha, Joe's girlfriend. You two met, right?" As of right on queue, Sam walked to the hostess stand. She was still slender with equally thin black hair. She didn't even bother to greet Elizabeth or acknowledge her existence.

"Chel," she said and her voice made Elizabeth want to go rabid. "Is our table ready?" Her eyes never met her boyfriend's ex.

"It's going to be another 30 minutes before we're seated, but look who I ran into." Chelsea smiled at Elizabeth like a cat and she was the canary. Elizabeth wanted to crawl into the deepest hole and never come out.

But like the two saving graces they were, Wanda and Natasha came into the restaurant causing heads to turn. "Here." Wanda said handing Elizabeth a bag from the store they just left.

"What's this?" She questioned, peeking through.

"Bucky mentioned some of your stuff needed to be replaced so we went ahead and picked a few things." Wanda smiled. She peaked in the bag and blushed. A different assortment of underwear and bras.

"You really shouldn't have. How did you get my size?"

"Well luckily Steve gave me your size." She felt her face pale. "They're going through the rest of your stuff now

"Great, I feel great knowing Captain America scoped through my undies."

"Well when Steve asks for somet-" Wanda began.

"Wait," Chelsea interrupted Wanda. "Steve as in Steve Rogers? You're seeing Captain America?" She asked baffled.

"Oh no," Elizabeth tried to explain before Wanda cut her off.

"She's dating Bucky Barnes." Elizabeth's eyes widened, but she quickly collected herself. "And I'm so sorry," She looked Chelsea up and down. "but we aren't interacting with civilians right now. Off duty and all that." She gave a quick smile before letting it fall from her face.

"Ladies, your table is ready." The maitre d' said coming back with menus in hand. Chelsea and Sam began to walk toward him, before he held up his hand unapologetically. "Sorry, I meant them." He motioned his head toward Elizabeth and the girls.

"Well we were here before they were." Chelsea crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't know this place took reservations."

"They don't." Wanda said smiling, but this time it was more of a smirk. "We just always have a table ready." With that, she wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's and led her to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant.

Lunch was great to say the least. A few cocktails in and she felt more relaxed. Elizabeth talked about the club and how the guys acted so differently now that she knew them.

"Bucky was a lot more bold I think too." She said.

"How so?" Natasha asked.

"I mean," she sighed. "He would call me 'Doll' and 'Sweetheart' and was just very... I don't know. Like he was assertive."

"And he's not know?" Natasha asked

"He's eased up." She said. "He's really an awesome guy."

"So if you weren't worried about being in a relationship, would you go for it?"

"I have commitment issues, but I'm not blind. I couldn't find my dog this morning and I find her cuddle up next to him and I never wanted to be an animal more in my life." She covered her mouth. The drink making her say things she had no business saying. It made Wanda and Natasha laugh.

"Well..." Natasha sighed. "Well you're the first girl he's ever been interested in so I don't think he minds waiting."

They dropped her back off at Stark Tower, all of them getting off on their own floors before Elizabeth went back into Bucky's place.

"Hey," He greeted as she walked into the foyer. He looked up from his phone to see the shopping bags in her hands. "Get everything you needed?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said. "And don't worry I plan on repaying you."

"Don't worry. You pay your taxes, I hope, so you kind of already did." He joked. He was insisted on seeing everything she had bought. He liked this. Having her use his money, going out with the girls. She deserved this. Not working. And it didn't help that Steve told him he had made sure she got a sexy number or two.

It had been three days since her apartment gotten broken into. Bucky assured her that by the weekend it would be completely cleaned, but a lot of her things had to be thrown away. She was disappointed, but understood. Elizabeth trusted Bucky not to just throw things away willy nilly.

It was her last night off before the work weekend. A night she usually took advantage of and relaxed with a supplement Calliope introduced her to. She changed into a pair of running shirt and an oversized black hoodie Bucky had let her borrow.

"Do you drink?" She asked Bucky. "Like besides getting drinks at the club, do you like get drunk?"

"I drink socially," he admitted. "I drink when I'm around the guys, but the alcohol really doesn't effect me and Steve because of the serum. Thor thinks its amusing. It takes a lot for us to feel its affects."

"Is it just alcohol?" She pressed.

"I'm not sure I follow." He looked at her quizzically.

"Have you ever tried weed or an edible?" She felt like such a bad influence asking him. For Christ's sake, he was over 100 years old for God's sake.

"Can't say I have." He admitted.

"Do you want to try it?" She offered. "I get these at a smoke shop so it's not illegal or anything. It's just hemp THC instead of marijuana."

He shrugged. "Why not?" Bucky had worse thing out in his body.

"They really help me with anxiety." She said getting up and going into her room. She dug in her bag before pulling out the two gummies.

She held them confidently in her hand and gave one to him. "We should order food." She said and took the whole gummy in your mouth. "Pizza?"

"Pizza." He nodded before following suit.

The edible had hit her a lot harder than it did Bucky, but he still felt the affects of it.

"This is the best pizza I ever had." He said with his mouthful. She reared her head back in laughter, letting her hair fall against the back of the couch.

"It's the edible." She nodded. "I have something we can watch. It's really good, but it's like... modern. It's a thing on Netflix called... shit. What's it called?" She tried to dig deep in the back of her brain for the title. "I think it's called inside. It's like a comedy special type thing, but it gets deep. It's nice to watch when you're like this."

"Turn it on." He said slumping back in the chair. It felt like it took her thirty minutes to find it when in reality it took about three.

Bucky couldn't understand most of the references in the special, but he could connect with the despair. The loneliness. Being a captive in his own head. She felt the same panic, the same anxiety as Bo did. She was introduced to this world later in life. Social media wasn't something she grew up with and it was too much at times; Too consuming

Bucky had felt the effects of the potent strawberry flavored gummy full force. His usually tense body had sunken into the couch. Unconsciously had snuggled up and was drawing small circles on his right arm. He had only touched her a few times, but each time it made his stomach fluttered.

Her favorite part had come up. She began singing along, saying obscenities. He watched her face turn blue and sing along to the deep voice, singing along as if it were a song of worship. Her eyes closed, headed tilted back as she seemed to drown in the music. "Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over. It's just begun. Don't over think this. Look in my eyes. Don't be scare. Don't be shy. Come on in, the waters fine." She fell back against the couch.

"You sing really good." He smiled down at her.

"Thanks." She replied smiling back at him like a fool. "You feeling that edible yet?"

"Mmhmm." He moaned. "It's really nice. Feels good." He put a hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. Her body took control and leaned closer into him. The voice was now speaking in the background, but was still on the same song.

She hazily stared at Bucky's face. His eyes even more enchanting with the blue from the screen shining on his face. Without really processing what she was doing, her finger began to delicately trace the outline of his lips.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed his face getting closer to her. Elizabeth knew she would might regret it in the morning, but in that moment, she wanted him. She stared up at him and nodded before leaning in the rest of the way.

His metal hand came up to cradle her face and the coolness of it felt nice on her flushed cheek. He didn't push it. He didn't add tongue or let things get too heated. It was a nice, kiss that made her forget to breathe.

Her head felt dizzy after he pulled away from the kiss. She was glad he did because she didn't think she would be able to.

"Can we just do this?" She asked, his face still so close to hers.

"Do what?" He asked lowly, staring intensely at her, his finger brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Kiss." Her lips still tingling. "I just want to kiss for right now if that's okay." He felt her breath tickle his lips.

"Yeah," he said, smiling still dazed. "Kissing is great." His hand traveled to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Before she could really comprehend what she was doing, she straddled him. He didn't grind against her or grab Elizabeth in anyway that she felt like he was pushing his luck. His hands traveled from the back of her neck to holding her hips until they finally rested on the back on her thighs. His thumb brushing along her soft skin.

"It's getting late." Bucky said, finally pulling away. She felt almost sad that it ended almost as quickly as it began, but realized some time passed since the special had finished and the TV was now back on the home screen.

She nodded and got off of him. He held her hips steady to help her balance. "Well." She swallowed. "I guess it's off to bed."

"Yeah," He said a ran hand through his hair. "I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and retreated to her room, hoping Mia would follow behind her.

She settled underneath the sheets, leaving the door open and allowing Mia to either choose between her and Bucky. She felt her body get heavier and heavier as sleep drew near. She couldn't tell if it was from the edible or the kiss, but her entire body tingled and she couldn't get the feeling of his lips on hers off of her mind for the rest of the night.

She woke up to find Bucky and Mia missing. She had slept like a rock and was still tired even after nine hours of sleep.

Bucky came in with Mia. Elizabeth already had the coffee pot brewing and was finishing up breakfast. Today she went with a ham and cheese omelet, hoping Bucky approved. She was expecting it to feel awkward. Like a drunken one night stand that neither of them ever wanted to address, but it wasn't. Bucky greeted her with that same smile he always gave her and had complimented how good breakfast smelled.

It wasn't until he finished breakfast that he did, however, address the kiss. "So last night was..." he trailed. "Fun."

"Yeah," she agreed putting the dishes into the dishwasher. "It was nice."

"So... was that just you... feeling what we took?" He asked.

"I think it helped me relax." She swallowed nervously. "But I'm glad we did it. I wanted to, but I guess I just didn't want things to get complicated."

He nodded his head. "So... you have work tonight?" He asked. "Then heading back?"

"Yeah." She admitted, bummed out.

"It was really nice having the company." He admitted and his soft smile felt into a sad one. "Of course you're welcome to stay another night. I don't think everything in your apartment has been replaced and the lock on your door still hasn't been replaced."

"If you want me to stay, you can just ask." Her tone was obviously joking, but her smile dropped when he walked over and took her hand in his.

"I really want you to stay." His voice was low and his face was nearly as close as it had been last night.

He smelled so nice. Even after sweating on a run, he smelled really nice. She nodded. "Okay."

You would have thought she told him it was Christmas and Santa just came. "Okay." He said smiling back.

Work was more pleasant knowing what she was going home to. Even if it wasn't her home. She spilled the beans to Calliope.

"So you had sex?" Calliope asked. She flushed at the accusation.

"No," Elizabeth answered sheepishly. "It was just a kiss." She shrugged continuing to wrap silverware. "I don't even know if we are dating."

"But didn't you just say that you told him you would stay?" She laughed. "So you're not dating the guy, but you're just making out and living together rent free."

"It's not like that."

"But it is like that." She said wrapping up the knives and forks. "It's okay that you want to date him. I would seriously be questioning your sexuality if you didn't. You need to just go knock the dust off that Dick."

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"You know because he's like 100 years old." She shrugged. "It's probably been a minute."

"Good god, Calliope."

"Hey, ladies..." Jonathan interrupted with a somber look on his face. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

Chapter Six: Outbreak

#dark bucky barnes

[coquelicoq]

i learned many things in the zoom cooking class i just took! including:

in ethiopian cuisine, you cook the onions first with no oil and only add the oil later

most meals in ethiopia are vegan

some people can make three things at the same time and i am not one of those people

if the teacher offers to mail you the spices ahead of time but you figure you’ll be able to find them somewhere and don’t need her to mail them to you: you’re wrong

injera is fermented!

#it was actually pretty fun! but there are SO many dishes to wash now oh my god #and i didn't even make the injera #cooking #food #my posts #i also learned that the flavor i associate most strongly with ethiopian food is from a spice blend called berbere! #(luckily i was able to get berbere. and i already had turmeric. but there were some spices that i couldn't get :( ) #in ethiopia people make their own berbere once a year. they buy like 40 pounds of chilies and just go to town on 'em #this is all assuming i heard everything correctly. my audio setup was not ideal for this #but oh god i'm gonna be washing these dishes for the next week. did you know: some people have dishwashers?? #and don't have to deal with this handwashing nonsense???? #sounds fake but it's a real thing

[prettylambs]

The Selfish Machine

Dabi X Reader

WC: 843

Authors note: Haven't written in a few years so this might not be the best but I wanted to try it out again so...

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It was only supposed to be for an hour.

But then an hour turned into two then two into three and now Dabi’s sat in your living room while you’re folding up laundry. He stopped believing the excuse he told himself for wanting to see you. “It’s just to clear my head” was an absolute lie because whenever he was around you his mind and heart would be full of nothing but you.

It’s funny really, how everything thus far has led him to you. It wouldn't be a reach for this, you, to be considered an addiction. Every time he swears to the moon it’ll be his last time coming to you he always aches for more. But can you blame him? How could he ever let go of the one normal thing he has. Sure he could always just keep an eye on you from afar but where's the fun in that? He knows that nothing compares to actually being with you.

He loved all the domestic shit that came with being around you. Like how you invited him into your apartment and treated him so lovingly. You always gave him a choice whether it was what he wanted for dinner or if he wanted to take a shower or even if it was okay for you to play music while you cleaned around the place. He loved your attention to detail too. Always keeping the apartment on the cooler side just to keep him comfortable even if it meant you wearing a sweater in the middle of summer, or how you always light this one specific candle after he complimented the scent. He especially loves when you wash his clothes for him. The first time you did it left him dumbstruck. He couldn't stop the butterflies from forming after you handed him back his clothes freshly washed and smelling just like you.

It all comes back to you.

You who always leaves the window unlocked for him. You who keeps buying burn creams even after he's told you they won’t work. You who takes care of him. You who never asks questions.

Except for the one.

“Dabi?”

“Yeah?” he glances over his shoulder to see you walking towards him. God, he could never get tired of looking at you. Not when you looked back at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

You walked around from behind the couch placing a few folded blankets at the edge.

“Do you want to stay the night?” you said glancing towards him and he could've sworn there was a hint of hopefulness in your eyes.

“Uh, I-” he stuttered out.

No matter how many times you’ve asked him to stay he can’t help the blood from rushing to his cheeks. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, like you’re holding him down with your eyes. Did you know how much he wanted to stay with you? How much he wanted to wake up and you be the first thing he sees in the morning. To pull you closer to him and never let go. He wanted to so badly keep you alone with him, away from the world. Away from anyone that would try to take you away from him.

“It’s getting late and I just thought it would be better if you stayed instead of walking home.”

No.

“I think it’s supposed to rain soon and I would feel guilty if I let you get caught up in the middle of a storm and end up sick.” you added.

No.

Is what he should say. He shouldn't be here in the first place. The first few times could be counted as mistakes. Only using you as a cover. A place to eat and rest. But now it was home. Even if he looked out of place he didn't feel like it. You act like he isn't a burden and stay unbothered with the extra groceries you have to buy and now cleaning dishes for two instead of one.

But he really shouldn't stay. And he won’t. It's just, he cant help to think that maybe just maybe he could say yes.

Would it be so bad to say yes? To ignore all the reasons why he can't shouldn't stay?

No. it wouldn't be that bad to say yes. Not when you're asking oh so nicely. Doesn't he deserve this?  His own angel practically begging for him to stay in this small heaven.

He gives in.

“You’re right. We wouldn't want that.” His words lighten up the silence.

“I’ll stay. But only tonight.” another lie. A selfish one that he can’t bring himself to care about. Because how could he feel bad when you looked so happy he agreed. There you are trying to stop that pretty smile from reaching your eyes as you lead him back to the bedroom.

An angel leading the devil himself into her bedroom. Into her heart. And after this night Dabi realizes how good it feels to be selfish. Especially when it comes to you.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #dabi is touya #dabi my hero academia #dabi touya #dabi imagine #dabi fanfic #bnha fic #bnha dabi #mha touya #blahblahblah #my hero academia x reader

[haruchyio]

doing chores with their s/o hcs

— toman members x reader (separate)

— themes. fluff, crack

# sano manjiro.

doing dishes with him always end up with silly waterfights because he just won't sit still. he volunteers to be the one who will rinse the dishes only to splash you with water until you give in and splash him back. when the day comes to an end, you both have more chores to do because now the kitchen is wet and you're drenched from head to toe. –100/10 cleaning partner, would not recommend.

# ryuguji ken.

he blasts his playlist on full volume while mopping. he would sometimes use the handle and pretend he's holding a mic while he sings with his whole chest. he'd get too into the music though and won't hear you shouting for him to hurry the fuck up because the floor isn't going to clean itself. overall, very fun but also very loud. your neighbors will come knocking at your door at any moment, good luck.

# baji keisuke.

probably create more mess than actually clean. he will get distracted with everything that he sees in the room when he's moving boxes or shelves or other stuff he doesn't usually notice when he's there. the fully mopped floor will be filled with dusts soon when he decides to unbox all the dusty storage box you had stored in the storage room. –infinity/10, you won't get any work done.

# matsuno chifuyu.

he makes cleaning a fun game. when you both are cleaning windows, you're inside while he's outside, he'll make pretty funny faces and just do everything in his power to make you laugh. he'd sometimes draw hearts on the window before wiping it, but if he feels mischievous, he'll tease you behind the window and you'll go outside to bonk his head.

# mitsuya takashi.

such a responsible person who teaches you cleaning techniques. he would also sometimes slide through the floor and playfully ask you to waltz with him while he's sweeping the floor. although he's a good cleaner and an amazing partner to have, sometimes his antics gets too distracting and you both just dance around the room while laughing. 100/10 need a man like him in my life.

# shiba hakkai.

very clumsy. he gets nervous when you ask him to handle your porcelains. he will hold onto it very tightly wherever he goes, probably will protect your flower vases with his life if it comes to that. it won't. he will follow you around while you do your thing, offering his help even if you insist that you can do it by yourself. #1 best boy hakkai, no review needed.

# inui seishu.

every thing you make him do, he still looks good what the fuck. oh, he's washing the dishes with a frilly pink apron on and ugly blue gloves? gucci model. oh, he's holding a hose while spraying the grass outside? oh fuck, there's a rainbow right above him like a halo. everyone just stares at him while he waters your plants outside and you have to physically drag him inside because you are the only one allowed to stare at your man for more than 10 seconds 😤

# hanemiya kazutora.

he will play charades with you while you both clean your living room. sometimes, he'll come across your unused board games and he'll insist that you both play it before you store it back somewhers and forget all about it. somehow, it turns into a competition and your chores are now long forgotten. you'll both bet on who gets to mop the floor or who gets to clean the toilet, and for some reason he wins everytime? so now you have many things to do and he's just watching tv. he cheated.

# kawata souya.

he helps you arrange your manga and figurine collections, making sure they're thoroughly clean before moving on to the next chore. he's very observant, especialy when it comes to a dirt stain or a spider web at the very corned of the wall. he'll probably scare all the germs away with his frown. everytime he finished a chore, he'll look at you expectantly, wanting you to compliment him for his good work and you will because he's good boy 😤✋

# kawata nahoya.

a scary partner who smiles while screaming, die you fucking germs! at everything. he will aggressively wipe down the window, the tables, just. just aggressively do chores that you worry he'll break them, but don't fret, he'll be extra careful that all your stuff are clean through and through! he actually has a lot of cleaning techniques in his mind that he'd advice you to do, but often times, he'd just tell you to face the bacteria head on, don't be a wimp! like that will help.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers scenarios #baji x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #ryuguji ken x reader #keisuke baji x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader #inui seishu x reader #inui x reader #kazutora x reader #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #angry x reader #smiley x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata souya x reader #東京リベンジャーズ #[⚖️] typing . . .

[imjeralee]

hi i luv ur writing!!!!!

can u write smth for Avery from pokemon shield ? maybe some hcs for them having a crush on a dojo member thats oh, so airheaded, but very sweet and kind to everyone. they arent as elegant as him but they have a heart of gold! they also love to cook for him from time to time as well. pretty please!!

Hi anon!

Thanks for the ask! Sure, please see below-

Avery is like one of those boys at school who pretends they don't like you or ignore you and uses every opportunity whenever you pass them in the hallway or at the lockers to somehow make fun of you but when you leave he's like clamping a hand over his heart like UwU

And he'll sneakily have this shrine or mural somewhere in his house which contains all sorts of photos of you pinned up and also some napkin you dropped on the ground and he picked up and occasionally sniffs and rubs over his face XD

For real though, Avery was pretty mean to you during Isle of Armor especially when you first arrived because he's the kind to judge people by first impressions but you sure showed him and he was actually surprised!

Despite his initial iciness to you, you forgave him from the bottom of your heart and even said you hoped you'd become closer and become good friends. I mean...not many people would do that, you know?

Avery also realises you're one of the first people to say that to his face

He's so used to rejection

Because of that, you hold a very special place in his heart now and at first he doesn't realise it's a crush

At the dojo you're training with your Pokemon and falling over all the time or you're too slow to avoid your Pokemon's attacks, everyone is like LOL but Avery is like <333

Most of the time he silently observes you from the side and your interactions with the others. Even when someone is mean to you, you respond with a smile and he just doesn't understand. He's like ???

But this makes him wonder if he should start following your example

When it's your time to cook for the dojo, he's the first one who comes into the kitchen and always takes the seat next to yours

He'll try to make conversation somehow and he'll try to downplay his usual arrogance/haughtiness and you can tell he's trying, which you find really sweet

He ends up really liking your curry and the first time he tried it, he reacted in dramatic fashion and declared loudly in front of everyone that he wanted you to cook this for him every dinner from now on

Everyone is like 'WTH Avery' but you just smile and cock your head and agree with a simple nod

Avery loves your cooking. It doesn't matter what it is, he will just eat everything you cook for him

He'll also do anything for you - protect you, amuse you with his psychic powers by making pokeballs float in the air around you, helps you wash dishes, helps you carry stuff using his psychic powers. Read minds and say it aloud to troll other dojo members.

He won't make it obvious but because he observes and also his acute psychic powers, he'll often try to read your mind.

When he reads nothing but Butterfrees and daisies, he's like 'oh she's so pure' and this makes him fall in love with you even more

He'll find ways to get you to train with him. He'll use his pokemon as an excuse but that's okay because you like them :)

One day he reads your mind and you're thinking to yourself 'Avery is really cute' and that MAKES HIS DAY. HE IS ON CLOUD NINE!!! :D

#avery #pokemon #pokemon shield and sword #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #Avery x reader #Avery x you

[illyaana]

Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

Thanks for having this Collab hun! I hope you had/have an amazing birthday <3

Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

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The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

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You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

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After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

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“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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[retrogradedreaming]

UHHHH maybe,, you could write a little thing for reki making the sk8 fam tea? and kaoru thinking hes gonna have to pretend he likes it but then "oh wait reki can actually make tea what-"

just bc this has been living in my head for awhile sdkljfs

(capt-snoozles)

It turns out I am completely incapable of writing ANYTHING short, so have a full one shot type thing, I guess. I hope it's okay that I kinda borrowed headcanons from you and @that-was-anticlimactic for Reki with TS at a couple of small moments in the fic?

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It used to be Kaoru alone who visited Kojiro’s restaurant when it was closed on Mondays. But since the start of winter break, Sia la Luce had become much livelier now that Reki, Langa, and Miya weren’t in school all day, and Shadow came when his days off lined up right. If Kaoru were being honest, it took some time to get used to the space no longer being only his and Kojiro’s, but he’d grown to like how their group came together like this.

The afternoons were the quietest part of these days. Kojiro took these opportunities to try out new recipes on them, leaving everyone contentedly full and pleasantly sleepy. Today, Langa had actually fallen asleep in the booth, and Reki sat beside Kaoru at the counter, playing with a tiny skateboard and making soft sounds like a small motor. Shadow and Miya sat at a table across the room, arguing over whether clown or cat makeup looked cooler while Kojiro finished cleaning. Kaoru let himself sink into the lull, Reki’s noises and that of the skateboard wheels on the counter an almost comforting presence beside him. And yet, one thing was missing, keeping him from truly relaxing.

“Seems like a good afternoon for tea,” Kojiro said, as if reading his mind as he appeared out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You want me to make some?”

“Absolutely not,” Kaoru scoffed. “People who microwave their tea should be arrested.”

“There’s no way you can tell the difference,” Kojiro said, defensive. “Hot water is hot water.”

“Only an uncultured pig would believe that,” Kaoru snapped. He was about to stand, to tell Kojiro he’d make the tea himself like he always inevitably had to, when Reki all but leaped from his seat, skateboard abandoned for the moment.

“I’ll make it!” he offered, and the way his face lit up meant that Kaoru took too long to say not to bother. By the time he’d found his words, Reki had already bounded around the counter and into the kitchen, and Kojiro didn’t even try to stop him. Before Kaoru could tell Kojiro to stop him, Reki called out to Kojiro, asking about the industrial stove, and soon, Kojiro was not only allowing Reki to make the tea, but encouraging him.

Kaoru supposed this was a step up from Kojiro’s microwave technique, but if Kaoru were likely to trust anyone other than himself to make a decent cup of tea, it wouldn’t be Reki. The idea that he’d wanted his tea made well and was unlikely to receive it as such set him on edge. As he listened to the water boil and the conversation continued around him, he found himself wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger and tugging, letting it go, and repeating the process until his scalp hurt. He didn’t even notice that Langa had woken up until he appeared beside Kaoru and spoke.

“What’s Reki doing?” he asked.

“Making tea,” Kaoru said, doing his best not to appear so anxious about something so small.

Langa peered over the edge of the counter to where Kojiro and Reki were talking in the kitchen, and then turned back to Kaoru. “I like how he makes it. I never liked it before I met him.”

Kaoru hummed a halfhearted response. He doubted that Langa’s standards were very high, given that he’d grown up in Canada. He’d likely had tea often enough, given that his mother was Japanese, but Kaoru knew from experience that plenty of people even here in Okinawa had no idea how to brew a proper cup. It was about timing, knowing how hot to make the water, how long to steep the leaves, and so many people rushed the process—or worse, forgot about it and steeped too long—that Kaoru preferred to make his own.

He couldn’t help but envision Reki handing him a bitter cup, or one that tasted like little more than hot leaf juice. He grimaced at the idea of having to drink it and pretend he liked it, suffering all the while. He would have to wait until he was home later to make something better for himself.

He was still trying to think of a polite way to decline the tea he’d obviously wanted when Reki came out bearing a tray of steaming cups and began making the rounds through the restaurant. Reki handed the first one to Langa, who accepted it, smiling softly up at Reki. Langa sipped the tea immediately, only to flinch and draw it away after the first sip.

Not promising, Kaoru thought. If he’d boiled the water, it was ruined, even if it was something as simple as green tea. And yet, Langa only took another sip while Reki looked on approvingly.

“It’s good,” Langa finally proclaimed, and Reki glowed as if he’d received praise from the emperor himself. Reki moved on, handing Kaoru his cup.

“Thank you,” Kaoru said, accepting it with both hands. Fortunately, Reki moved on to Shadow and Miya without waiting for Kaoru to try it, which meant that he didn’t know Kaoru only held onto it without making a move to taste it. If nothing else, he could enjoy the warmth that crawled from his fingertips all the way to his elbows.

Neither Miya nor Shadow hesitated in drinking theirs, though Kaoru couldn’t imagine they cared much how it tasted, as long as it was hot. And yet, as he watched, the two of them looked just as pleased as Langa when they tried it.

“Oh wow, the slime makes good tea,” Miya pronounced, hugging the cup close to him like a space heater.

“Damn, this is pretty good,” Shadow said, drinking deeply and draining half the cup. “How’d you even learn to make it like this?”

Reki shrugged, taking up his own cup, the last on the tray. He set the tray down on the counter and took the empty seat beside Langa. “I dunno, I guess I just picked it up over the years. It’s kinda like making skateboards, y’know? You have to figure out how all the parts fit together, and if you do it wrong, the tea doesn’t taste right.”

Kaoru looked up at him from the murky depths of his tea, brows raised. When it came to making tea, the analogy was rather profound, and Kaoru couldn’t argue it. Reki was right—tea was about the sum of its parts, the pieces fitting together perfectly. And as with building skateboards, the person making it had to know exactly how to combine each piece to create the whole.

“That doesn’t make any sense, but whatever,” Shadow said, taking another sip. “All I care about is that it doesn’t suck.”

“How come you’ve never made us tea before?” Miya asked, eyes trained on the Switch he’d pulled from his pocket now that he’d abandoned his conversation with Shadow.

“I don’t really have the patience for it,” Reki said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kinda like, if I don’t wanna put in the time to do it right, why bother?”

While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, Kaoru finally chanced a discreet sip. If it was as bad as he’d expected, he could school his expression appropriately while they were all distracted. Perhaps he could even get away without having to lie about how good it was. And yet, when the tea touched his tongue, he paused.

It wasn’t too hot.

It wasn’t too weak or too strong.

It wasn’t too bitter and the leaves didn’t taste as though they’d been burnt.

It was, as far as Kaoru was concerned, some of the best tea he’d had outside his own home. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to say so. He sipped it again, just to make sure he hadn’t deluded himself based on everyone else’s praise. Sure enough, it was almost more delicious the second time.

“You surprised?” Kojiro murmured at his ear, his own cup dangling from his fingertips. Kaoru jumped, nearly spilling his tea. When he turned to face him, Kojiro’s lips quirked in a smug grin, and he raised one brow meaningfully. Kaoru shot him a hard glower in return, a silent command to keep his mouth shut before Kaoru turned back to Reki.

“It’s delicious,” Kaoru said, and it wasn’t forced in the least. “I’m impressed.”

Reki, who had already immersed himself in talking to Langa, gaped at Kaoru, one of his hoodie strings falling from between his teeth. Then, he flashed a wide grin. “Glad you like it!”

“Have you ever practiced tea ceremony?” Kaoru asked, reluctantly setting his tea down on the counter.

“Nah, my parents let me try it once when I was younger, but I kept messing up the steps,” Reki said. “It’s not really fun when people get mad at you for doing it wrong.”

“I studied it for some time,” Kaoru said, remembering how the order felt comforting, how the amount of concentration it required gave his anxious mind something to focus on, how the simple yet refined aesthetic felt like clearing his head. In recent years, he didn’t have time for it with his calligraphy business, but a part of him missed it. “It’s quite a bit different from drinking tea like this, but if you wanted to, perhaps we could do a...modified version of it. Something less formal with everyone here.”

Reki’s eyes brightened, and he looked to Langa, who only seemed to share his enthusiasm. “It sounds fun, yeah! A lot better than getting yelled at by a bunch of old people because ‘tradition.’”

“I’d say so,” Kaoru said, and they devolved into talking about their favorite teas and the best ways to brew them. Kaoru couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to someone who actually understood that tea was an art even more than it was a drink. But Reki did, and when the rest of the group finally left, leaving Kaoru and Kojiro alone in the restaurant to clean up, Kojiro nudged him with an elbow.

“You didn’t think Reki could make tea like that, did you?” he said, the words teasing but too close to Kaoru’s own thoughts for comfort.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you here to wash dishes alone,” Kaoru quipped, even as he accepted the next cup to dry. “I will admit, I was pleasantly surprised.”

“I knew you would be,” Kojiro said as he dried his hands and stretched.

“Anything is better than microwaved tea,” Kaoru said. And although it was true, he couldn’t help but look forward to the next Monday, and the last before the kids started school again.

#anyway hope you like it! #i had a lot of fun with this one #i also think kojiro's flaw as a chef is microwaving tea #even though that's not exactly a chef thing really #i tried putting some renga in here #so hopefully everyone is in character because apparently i only know matchablossom #also sorry miya and shadow have like two lines #i tried including everyone but it was SUPPOSED to be short #reki kyan #kaoru sakurayashiki #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #hiromi higa #miya chinen #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanfic #writing prompts #capt-snoozles

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

#ilya writes ❤ #jacob black #jacob black x f!reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fic #twilight #taylor lautner #twilight saga #wolves #werewolves

[choccopom]

MC Introduction: Len

Name: Allen Alberta

Birthday: Apr 8

Race: Human

Likes: Kind people, plushies

Dislikes: Spicy food

One of RAD's human exchange students- is best known by her signature tomato-face whenever she gets embarrassed.

Let's see how she thinks about the cast!

Lucifer?

"He is very dependable and hardworking! Although... please don't tell anyone but his presence intimidated me a lot, although I know he doesn't mean it- ah hello Lucifer! I-I was just talking about random stuff! I did my homework already and I- I'm going to wash the dishes now!"

"Allen, I have not said anything."

"O-oh right! Sorry!"

Mammon?

"Eh- he's... um how do I say it- he's... a kind person I guess? Sorry, I mean a kind demon! Y-yeah a kind demon... Despite his tendencies I think he is very kind. And um..."

"What do ya mean, of course The Great Mammon is kind and generous!"

"Y-yeah of course.. I'm sorry."

Leviathan?

“Levi, my best friend! Or my true friend, as he says! At first we didn’t like each other that much but I found so many things we have in common! He introduced me to TSL and now I can’t go a day without TSL headcanons, ahaha- I think I spent more time in his room than in my room- it’s just that I’m itching to continue our play-through of The Last Fantasy! I’m so glad I got to know him and here’s to many more years of friendship!”

“Len, get over here! They’re having birthday sales for the games e-shop, we can’t miss it!”

“Coming, Levi!”

Satan?

“Satan is so smart! I can never beat him in class and… and…. P-please don’t tell anyone about this too but… he is actually t-terrifying. I caught him throwing a fit twice in his room- or maybe thrice? N-no! I was not peeking! It's just, I could hear him from the hallways. And… yeah. Actually he doesn’t get angry that much but… it was scary.”

“Len, have you done the assign-“

“N-no I haven’t! I’ll get to it now!”

“What did I ever do to her?”

Asmodeus?

"I think I get along well with Asmo! I admire how he keeps his public appearance and how he communicates with others! I could never be like him but I can learn a lot. Sometimes I envy how he wears dresses better than me-"

"Aww Len honey, I'm thrilled! Let me hug you!"

"Although I can never get used to him... ahaha."

Beelzebub?

"I like him! I thought he was intimidating at first but I love how compassionate he is towards his brothers. Although watching him eat makes me want to have a meal myself, ahaha."

"I like you too, Len. Here, you can have one of my energy bars."

"A-are you sure? Thank you!"

Belphegor?

"He seems pretty chill! Although.. to be honest I have not talked to him that much.. So I can't say I know a lot about him. I hope we can talk more though! But I wonder how he aced that exam while sleeping..."

"Hey Len. Have you seen Beel?"

"He went to Hell's Kitchen just now."

"Okay, thanks."

Diavolo?

"He seems fun to talk to! But I always feel awkward when he's nearby... well, since he is going to be the Demon King himself. However, the other day he asked me for my ID in Demon Impact- I'm surprised he plays that game!"

"Hello, Allen! May I buy some materials from your teapot?"

"Ah, s-sure! Go ahead, Lord Diavolo!"

Barbatos?

"He is a very capable demon but... I wonder how he knows my favorite instant cup ramen flavor. And how he knows about my impromptu visit to the Demon Castle. And how he suddenly shows up in the room-"

"My, something the matter Allen?"

"A-aah!"

Luke?

"Luke is very sweet! I envy how he could make all those sweets flawlessly! I always love when he shares some of his cookies for us- my favorite is his soft cookies- I always have to eat them before Beel does though."

"Hi! I made marshmallows today!"

"Aaah you should teach me how to make them!"

Simeon?

"I can talk to Simeon for hours! At first I thought he was... unreachable but it turns out we share similar interests! I enjoy hearing his stories, and he taught me a lot about theatrical plays. Tea time with him is the best."

"I'm happy you enjoy my company as much I enjoy yours."

"Of course! Please tell me more about how you came up with that scene in TSL!"

Solomon?

"I am not really close to him, but I aspire to be a strong sorcerer like him. I thought I was good enough in my subjects, but then he shows up and.. I guess I envy him a bit, ahaha."

"I can always teach you if you want, Len."

"R-really? You'd do that?"

Trivia

Her pronouns are she/her/they. Her Japanese pronoun is boku (僕) which is typically used by males. She is sometimes mistaken as male due to her first name and pronouns, but she goes with she/her.

Her favorite food is instant noodle- however she hates Hell Sauce Flavor due to the spice.

She has average grades- not as good as Satan or Belphie, but enough to not repeat any subjects.

Her most noticeable drawback is her overthinking tendencies, which could easily overwhelm her. She also tends assume everything- which can lead to miscommunicaton.

As a sorceress, she excels in healing and countering curses. However, she lacks offensive power. Her attack spells can barely scratch opponents, so she relies heavily on distractions. She depends on her teammates to deal blows, but she is working on this weakness of hers.

Her image color is dull red.

If she has a symbolic animal, it would be a deer.

She is an Aries and an INFP

Len's Wardrobe

"I have only my uniform right now... But when my other outfits are here, I will show you in a separate post. P-please bear with me!"

#obey me #obey me mc #mc! allen #chocco oc

[tefilovesreading]

It’s a match! Part. 1

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: +1,7k

Warnings: language, mention of alcohol.

A/N: This is a mini series, I’m not sure how many parts it’s gonna have and there’s gonna be some texts in between. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED. 

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 2 // PART 3

She felt her hands start sweating as she saw the small circle slowly filling up, letting her know that the app was being downloaded. She knew what a dating app was, how it worked and what was its purpose, but never created her account, not that she needed it before because she had a boyfriend. Her roommate, on the other hand, was well acquainted with dating apps, and they’d spent nights swiping through the profiles together. 

Now that she was single for the first time since she graduated from high school, her roommate and best friend had convinced her to download Tinder and have fun.

“You don’t even have to go and meet the guy, Y/N,” Jo had said with a beaming smile to encourage her when they met for coffee earlier that day, “just have a look and see if you find someone you’d want to talk to.”

She nibbled on her lip when the circle filled up entirely and the icon appeared on her screen, bright and inviting. Putting her phone down, she decided she’d create her account later, for now, downloading it was more than enough.

In her sophomore year, she broke up with her boyfriend because they couldn’t find time to be together, too busy with classes, exams, and part-time jobs. But that didn’t last long, ‘cause they got back together after three weeks. 

Those three weeks ignited a spark in her, suddenly things were more exciting to her, and she didn’t feel like she was acting how others expected her to. Y/N felt a kind of freedom that made her go on a date with her co-worker, sure they just went for a coffee together once and decided that they were better off as friends, but that small rejection made her want to make that spark disappear.

Being with Lance made things easier, they knew each other since they were little, and that meant she didn’t have to open up to let him know her flaws and fears, because he knew her like the palm of his hand. Being with him made her feel safe, even when they were apart during his first year of college since she was a year younger than him and was still in high school when he left for college, but that safety net vanished when Lance decided he wanted to spend time overseas after he graduated from college. And it was useless to wait for him if he wasn’t even sure he wanted to come back.

Eight months later, Y/N felt that spark reigniting again, making her feel like she was missing something. Ever since Lance left, she spent too much time afraid to put herself out there. How can you let someone into your life and trust them to not hurt you? After all, she trusted Lance for so long just to get hurt because they didn’t want the same things, and their paths went in different ways. But Y/N knew she couldn’t hide much longer, she wanted to go out, have fun, go on dates and meet new people, she just didn’t know how to start.

Her phone vibrated with a new notification from her best friend, and she snorted at her text.

Jo: Any matches yet heartbreaker???

If only Jo knew she still wasn’t able to bring herself into making an account. Maybe she could choose the pictures first, plan her bio, and then create it. Planning that out was definitely better than staring at the app icon.

Y/N: Not yet, but I’ll let you know ;)

After an hour of scrolling through her photos, Y/N chose five pictures where she looked decent. Hell, she looked really hot in one or two of those, and she wasn’t going to act as if that wasn’t true.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself after her account was finally set up. 

It was a strange feeling swiping through the profiles, reading their bios, and rolling her eyes at some of them. But after a few minutes, she started enjoying it, not even feeling bad if she didn’t match with a guy.

She smiled at the simple bio on her screen and swiped right, not even bothering to go through his other photos. He was cute, he seemed like he liked to have fun, and even though he was cute, he was also hot. A dangerous mix, but a really nice one.

It’s a match!

“Honey I’m home!” her best friend sang, entering  the living room.

“Shit Jo!” Y/N scolded the girl, “you scared me.”

“Why?” Jo faked an offended look, “were you sending dirty messages or something?”

“Oh shut up,” Y/N said, handing her phone over to her friend with a sheepish smile on her face, “check out my last match.”

“Okay, so he likes outdoor activities, he plays the guitar, and he has a cute smile,” her friend listed, swiping through his photos, “what are you waiting for, Y/N? Send him a message!”

“I was actually waiting for him to send one first,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat up, “you know I suck with conversations over chat.”

“But what if he’s waiting for you to talk to him, and you don’t do it,” Y/N looked at her friend and knew she was already making up a whole movie in her head, about how they could be soulmates, but they would never know if she didn’t send him a text.

“Fine!” She huffed and took her phone from her friend’s hands, “Do I send him a hello or what?”

“No, that’s too dry,” Jo replied, “you should ask him about where he took that picture, the one where he’s in the snow.”

She bit her bottom lip to distract herself from the fact that she felt as if her stomach was tied up in knots. He was really cute, and she had a good feeling about him, almost as if the universe was telling her to go for it, meet up with him and have fun.

Hesitating at first, she let her finger hover over the little “send” button for a few seconds, before pressing the screen and sending the text.

Y/N: Hey! Where did you take the first pic? The place looks great

“What now?” Jo looked at her with one of her eyebrows arched.

“We wait, you idiot.”

“I need to do something,” Y/N locked her phone and got up, “if I stay on that couch waiting for a reply I’m gonna end up with no nails.”

“I did your nails last night, Y/N, don’t ruin my work,” Jo complained, “why don’t you cook dinner today?, and I’ll wash the dishes, so you can text with that guy if he replies to you by the time we’re done eating.”

“I’m gonna ignore the fact that it was your turn, Jo” she pointed out but made her way to the kitchen anyway, “and you better wash, dry, and put the dishes back in the cabinets.”

Cooking was the perfect distraction, and the glass of wine she drank while they were eating helped her loosen up just enough to check her phone without feeling like she was getting back some important results.

Charlie: It’s in Canada Charlie: Sulphur Mountain Trail! Charlie: I like your smile btw

She smiled with excitement when she opened the app and saw those three messages, and just as she was about to respond, Charlie sent another one.

Charlie: How was your day??  Y/N: It was good, pretty relaxing actually Y/N: Yours?? Charlie: Great! I went hiking with a friend, so now I’m just chilling at home Y/N: I’m assuming you’re into hiking, don’t you??? Charlie: Hahaha yeah you’re right Charlie: I guess I enjoy being outside, it keeps my mind occupied

Y/N: I get it, I’m not really into outdoor activities Y/N: I mean Y/N: I don’t mind going on a hike once in a while, but I prefer reading, painting, or playing some music  Y/N: To keep my mind occupied 

Five texts in a row. Was that too much? She didn’t want to appear intense, but she also didn’t want to send just one massive text and type it for way too long.

Charlie: You play an instrument?? Charlie: I love music Y/N: Yeah I play the piano Y/N: I just don’t have one with me now, so I haven’t played in a while Charlie: Oh! That sucks! Charlie: When I moved here I think I packed my guitars first and then the rest of my stuff

Y/N let out a soft laugh at his text, he did seem like the kind of guy to pack random stuff before things that he might actually need. She should’ve done the same, she missed playing the piano, and now that she was miles away from her parents’ house it wasn’t like she could just go and play. Especially because she didn’t even know how to drive a car.

Y/N: Should’ve done the same if I’m honest Y/N: Where are you from? You said you moved here

After reading his answer to her last question, she groaned in embarrassment because it was the most obvious answer, and yet she didn’t notice it.

Charlie: I’m Canadian

She lost track of time talking to him about things they both enjoyed doing, what was their favorite movie, favorite musician, and to her surprise it was so easy to talk to him about small things like that could help you a lot to get to know another person. Y/N got startled when Jo touched her shoulder to get her attention.

“I’m off to bed, babe,” Y/N dodged when her friend tried to ruffle her hair as if she was a little kid, “don’t go to bed too late.”

“I won’t mom,” she replied jokingly, “sweet dreams, Jo.”

With a heavy sigh, Y/N typed a message, telling him that she needed to get some rest and that she was hoping they could keep talking the next day.

Charlie: Do you mind if I ask you for your number?? Charlie: I’d love to call you or FaceTime with you if you’re okay with that

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, wishing her best friend hadn’t gone to bed already. Of course, she wanted to give him her number, but was she supposed to give her number to the first guy she talked to on Tinder? “fuck it, I’m doing it.”

Y/N sent him her number and after telling him goodnight, she closed the app and got ready for bed. She really had a good feeling about this whole thing, and she couldn’t put her finger on what it was, because the feeling started even before they even matched. 

Maybe it was just fate doing its work.

#charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie fanfic #charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie one shot #charlie gillespie fluff #jatp cast imagine #charlie gillespie

[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession 13

Nikola spent a lot of time in her room until her period was over, the boys were just too loud even when they didn’t mean to be annoying, and she was still a bit too embarrassed to face Gally. Not only had he helped her clean the blood from her sheets while he was shirtless, she’d also made that weird, hormonal declaration to him from her balcony. But she wouldn’t take it back either because it was true, Gally was just about the sweetest person in existence even if he did have a hardened exterior, or didn’t express himself with tremendous amounts of warmth. The things he did were always just right in his own unique way.

The attention most boys gave her felt meaningless since she was the only girl. It was hard to feel special without other options to be chosen from. Did they like her personality? Did anyone like her with their brains or their heart, or just their hormones?

She wanted to think Gally cared for her beyond the superficial, but she feared the day another girl would show up that he might like better than her, or they got out and there were so many to choose from, what if he didn’t really want her but was settling because she was all there was? But that’s how life was. A small world with one girl and one Gally.

She was supposed to work on some mending that day and went to Gally’s work bench for a pair of scissors. He wasn’t anywhere in sight even as she scanned extra hard for him. She did notice Shawn looking her way and quickly averted her gaze. She grabbed the scissors and looked for a scrap of paper to leave a note on. Gally didn’t like his things going missing, so she was going to let him know she had them and where she’d be if he really needed them back. As she searched she noticed something.

Moving some things out of the way she saw drawings, somewhere between a sketch and a doodle, and it was all of her. She was shocked at how good the drawings were, but even more shocked by how beautiful the artist seemed to think she was. She’d caught some glimpses in rusty mirrors and still water, she didn’t really look that good. She couldn’t fool herself, this was Gally’s table, Gally’s stuff, so it had to be Gally’s drawings. Honestly if he saw one of his builders doodling away he wouldn’t stand for it or keep it around.

She bit back a huge smile before she covered it back up and looked around for his to-do list, maybe that would tell her where to find him. But what would she do when she found him? Say ‘hey, I saw your drawings of me,’ …then what? She just wanted to see him, just be around him, even without a reason. When she did find him he was in the dead heads with the other builders looking for any trees that could come down, or branches for fires or tools. He was busy and there was no privacy, she couldn’t play off going to see him as anything but going to see him just because she wanted to.

~~~

At dinner Gally got a huge surprise. Nikola was sitting at his usual table. It felt like his heart did an extra big thump when he saw her there in the evening glow. He saw Newt make a dash for the table as fast as his limp would let him, looking ready to be entertained by Gally who he claimed was ‘totally whipped’, whatever that meant. They were saying hello to each other as Gally sat down across from her.

“Hey,” she greeted him with a smile in front of all the other boys. “Did you get my note about borrowing your scissors today?”

“Yeah, I did,” he nodded, glancing at Newt who was watching them like they were a compelling tennis match. “Thanks for putting them back.”

“I saw your sketches,” she said innocently enough but there was flicker in her eyes that made him freeze.

The sketches. The sketches of her, she saw them, oh crap.

“They’re really good, I think you could make a perfect greenhouse if you had the glass for it,” she went on, but her eyes told him she wasn’t really talking about the greenhouse. Strange too was that she didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest.

Gally swallowed despite not having taken a bite of food yet. “Thanks. I like to plan ahead for future possibilities.”

“You never planned for this possibility,” Newt smirked as he pointed at Nikola.

Gally shrugged. “You can’t plan for everything.”

“Very true,” Newt admitted. “I mean, you were quite worried about the effects a girl in the glade might have, but nothing terrible has happened yet and you seem to get along thick as thieves.”

Gally gave Newt a hard stare.

“He does like to keep the chaos organized, doesn’t he?” Nikola conspired with Newt, a well meaning tone in her teasing. “Honestly, what would you do without him?”

“Better question is what you’d do without him,” Newt countered. He had spent enough time with her to realize who she fancied, no matter how stoic and subtle she tried to be.

“Oof,” she got a thoughtful look on her face. “Well, I’d be homeless.”

Newt laughed and even Gally cracked a smile.

“I might be under someones thumb, too,” she went on. “Without Gally advocating for me to get on the council. I wouldn’t have my swing!”

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Newt said looking right at Gally with an almost taunting grin.

“But all that sounds pretty terrible,” she waved it off. “It’s not just about the things Gally has done for me, or what I’ve gotten from him. He’s my best friend.”

“Is he now?” Newt asked in surprise that sounded more genuine than teasing. Meanwhile Gally could feel that he had gone absolutely, unsubtly red.

“He is,” Nikola smiled, looking at Gally as she answered Newt’s question, watching him adoringly as he bashfully avoided her gaze with red cheeks and ears as he pushed food around on his plate.

“I have bad news for you, love,” Newt sighed. “Gally’s best friend is me. Isn’t that right, Gally?”

Gally looked at him with one raised brow but didn’t say anything which Newt found very amusing in itself. But then Newt gave a sigh as if the fun was over.

“I know it’s- well actually I can only try to imagine how hard it is for you being the only girl here, and how there are so many normal and fun things you should be able to do… but this place is anything but normal. I get it, I don’t mind the fun and the teasing, but there are some who might. I know it’s not fair, but try to be a bit more careful. I really would hate to see either of you get hurt if someone got the wrong idea.”

Nikola looked thoroughly chastised even though Newt had spoken so soft and kindly.

“Right. You’re right,” she nodded as she looked down at her lap and bit her lips. She looked back up with just a ghost of the smile she was wearing before. “I guess I got away from myself there. I’ll have to work on that.”

Gally felt his heart sinking in his chest. He knew Newt was right but he didn’t want her to become reserved and shy away from him just to try and keep peace with some jealous shanks. She’d done all this just because she had seen his sketches of her, had he made her that happy to begin with?

“I guess I’ll go ahead and turn in then,” She said with a shine to her eyes that he hadn’t seen on her before, but he recognized it still because even boys cried.

She said goodnight and took her plate to the kitchen before heading to her house without looking back. It was all going on behind Gally’s back and he couldn’t look at her without making it obvious, but he watched Newt watching her, his longer hair hiding his gaze from others around him.

“I’ve gotten it all wrong haven’t I?” Newt sighed after Nikola disappeared from his view.

“How’s that?” Gally asked, suddenly not so hungry anymore.

“I think you’re the one who has her wrapped around your finger,” Newt clarified making Gally blush again against his will.

“I don’t,” Gally tried to argue quietly and just earned a disbelieving look.

“You best be very careful,” Newt warned. “No one says anything around you because they know you’re protective of her, and you can beat them to a bloody pulp, but there are some boys who would be very sore if she was taken. I know you can take anyone one-on-one but I don’t know if you could take them all at once, and I’m afraid it could come to that.”

“Who is saying what about Nikola?” Gally demanded.

“Oh god, it’s mutual pining,” Newt sighed to himself tiredly as he rubbed his face. “I’m not going to tell you that because you can’t act like you don’t know and you’d end up in trouble any way. For her sake and yours just tread carefully.”

“I don’t want things to go backwards. She trusts me, she knows I’d do anything to protect her,” Gally spilled without meaning to.

“If you’re willing to do anything than do this, just back off a bit when others are around,” Newt suggested.

When Gally didn’t say anything to that Newt just shrugged and took his dishes back to the kitchen. Gally sat there at his table alone, deep in thought and murky, unhappy feelings. He stayed there so long, Fry came over himself to take his dishes to the wash. He sat there till all the others had gone to bed, knowing his thoughts would keep him awake anyway.

~~~~~

A few days passed where Nikola and Gally did the last thing on earth they wanted to do and kept their distance most of the time. But when they did get a chance to interact they both made an effort to subtly assure the other that it wasn’t personal, that nothing had changed between them.

Nikola was sitting up in her house with various scraps of things arranged on her floor and was figuring out how to recycle them into something useful when Newt called up to her. She went out on her balcony and frowned when she saw his face.

“I need you to come with me,” he said apologetically. “It’s a gathering… of sorts.”

Her heart plummeted. She was shaking as she tried to go down her ladder and it made it difficult. She didn’t say anything as she walked with Newt, her mind racing with so many things at once and her stomach feeling twisted beyond untangling.

When she stepped inside she saw Alby, Gally, and Shawn. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the latter even though she was trying very hard not to give any of her emotions away. Gally didn’t seem happy with him either and Alby just looked completely impatient. Nikola just looked at him, not willing to say a word until she knew what was going on.

Alby reached out and handed her a piece of paper. “Did you write this?”

She looked at him doubtfully as she plucked the paper from his hand and then looked down to read it, immediately seeing it was not her handwriting before she took in what it said. “No, not my handwriting,” she said quickly and passed it back.

“Read it, will you?” Alby said as he pushed it back.

She sighed but complied.

“It’s time for me to wash my sheets, why don’t you come and help me get them real good and dirty first? It was so fun last time.”

She hid her disgust and tried to morph it into confusion instead. She looked at the boys standing around her. “What the shuck does that mean?” she asked Alby like it was Greek to her.

“Shawn says he saw you and Gally washing your sheets very late one night, and Gally wasn’t fully dressed. Said you seemed very… close,” Alby explained, glancing at Shawn who had clearly orchestrated this whole thing.

“And the first conclusion you jumped to was that we were screwing?” She asked Shawn directly, as flat as possible. “No wonder you faked a note, if that’s all you’ve got to support that theory.”

“She didn’t deny it,” Shawn pointed out smugly to Alby.

“Right, because I was up late one night, I was washing my sheets, and Gally was helping me,” She admitted easily. “That all happened because I started my period in the middle of the night and had to clean blood off myself, my clothes, and my sheets before the stains set.” Everyone but Gally looked uncomfortable as soon as she said period. “And before he tells you he saw me write this note to Gally, I did write Gally a different note about taking the spare scissors when I did the mending. I can get the med journal and show you an example of Shawn’s hand writing and my own if you want, but Newt also heard me talk to Gally about the scissors that day as well.”

Newt nodded to that and Alby threw an unhappy glare at Shawn’s now pale and unamused face. “I think we’re good here, you two can go,” He said to her and Gally, his gaze still fixed on Shawn.

Gally had fixed Shawn with a glare of his own and didn’t seem to be going anywhere, even as Nikola headed toward the door.

“Gally,” Newt said with a warning tone.

Gally let his arms uncross themselves slowly, eyes fixed on Shawn for as long as he could before walking away and following Nikola out the door.

She was out there squinting in the sun waiting for him.

“At least that was easy right?” she commented as they fell into step with each other. “I know that means it’ll only be worse the next time though. I’m sorry Gally-“

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” He blurted, some of his anger at Shawn coming out in his tone with her. He stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath to calm down, then looked up to see her anxious face staring up at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he repeated more softly, “And neither do I. He’s an idiot, and I don’t care what else he does, you’re my friend and I’m yours and I won’t allow any amount of childish jealousy to change that.”

His fists were clenched and his heart pounded in his ears. Nikola’s eyes were wide and he saw her swallow before she nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agreed. “Same here.”

Neither of them realized what it would take to keep that promise to each other.

Masterlist

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[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

#food fantasy #food fantasy x reader #ff salt and pepper shrimp #ff salt and pepper shrimp x reader

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Rumors

Day 22 Prompt: there’s been talk about us

Summary: Rumors chased after Ichigo and Rukia their entire lives. People liked to gossip about their appearances. About their statuses. It was always the trivial matters that rubbed others the wrong way.

And then came the rumors about the nature of their relationship. For Day 22 of @ichirukimonth​ 2021.

Rating: Gen/K

*Also crossposted to AO3 and FFN!

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                                       We fear that which we cannot see.

“Hey, have you heard?”

“That Kurosaki kid—”

“Yes, that Kuchiki girl—”

“No way! A delinquent joining our class?”

“Of course that untalented recruit is a noble. It’s the Kuchiki influence. I thought so, too!”

Rumors chased after Ichigo and Rukia their entire lives. People liked to gossip about their appearances. About their statuses. It was always the trivial matters that rubbed others the wrong way.

And then came the rumors about the nature of their relationship. A bit surprising, to be sure, but not altogether unexpected, given how petty gossip hounds could be. Just another bored rumor passed along the mill that would eventually be forgotten and replaced with something new.

They both denied it as firmly as they could. It never satiated others’ nosy appetites for long.

All those rumors fell away when she was whisked back to Soul Society. They were the last thing on his mind when he and the others fought to rescue her. He’d forgotten about them completely until she and the other Shinigami showed up during the next semester, unannounced, and the rumors started up again.

It didn’t help that she was living with him now, either.

“What’s the deal with you and Rukia-chan anyway?” Isshin asked while helping his son with the dishes. The girls were having fun getting to know each other upstairs, so he figured he’d step in.

Ichigo threw him a peeved side-glance. “What do you mean? She already told you she has no money or relatives here to help her.”

“So you volunteered to take her in without a second thought, huh?”

“You expect me to let her fend for herself?” The defensive edge in his voice made Isshin pause.

He smiled as he took a dish from the rack to dry. “No, of course not. You’ve always been the type to stick your neck out for someone in need. Why do you think your mom and I named you Ichigo?”

Ichigo said nothing, just continued washing dishes. If one good thing could be said about his punk of a son, it was the fact that he never flaunted his inner strength.

“You’ve never really had many friends growing up. For the longest time, the only friend you had was Tatsuki-chan and then Chad. Everyone else was too scared to try and talk to you. So I’m glad you’re putting yourself out there this year and making a bunch of new friends, Ichigo.”

His son’s face softened.

“That being said, you never answered my question, my son.” Isshin’s eyes sparkled with a single-minded pursuit. “Could it be you don’t trust me enough to tell me the truth? Or is it that you're too shy?”

That all-too-familiar scowl returned to Ichigo’s face. “What the hell’re you talking about, Dad?”

“There you go, dodging the question again! I’m talking about Rukia-chan! Is she, y’know, your girlfriend?”

“My...girlfriend?” A dish slipped from Ichigo's grasp and shattered into pieces.

“Aw crap!” he swore, stooping to the floor. “Sorry, Dad!”

Before he could reach for the largest piece, Isshin gently pushed his son's hands away. “Let me handle this, Ichigo. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Go get the trash can.”

“Dad, it’s no trouble. I can get it.”

Isshin paused. “To be honest with you, son, my joints ain’t as spry as they used to be. I probably can’t get up right now even if I wanted to.”

“Oh, what? You’re such an old man,” Ichigo said as he pushed himself up.

At that moment, Isshin slipped a small pill into his mouth. Urahara’s gigai tech might have been impressive when he was first gifted the thing, but damn was it getting more and more unresponsive as he got older.

After Ichigo cleared the shards away, Isshin let his son finish washing the dishes. It was the easiest way to trap him there, at any rate.

“Anyway,” he began again, “what is Rukia-chan to you?”

His son hesitated, brown eyes darting around as if he could pull some bullshit excuse from the murky dishwater.

He covered it up with yet another scowl. “We’re just friends. Sorry to disappoint you and Yuzu.”

“Aw, c’mon, Ichigo! Your sister and I are just curious!”

“You guys are way too keen about my nonexistent love life. Why don’t you two get lives of your own?”

“You kids might not understand this since you’re so young, but when you become a parent, your life revolves around your kids! That means your life is my life, too!” Isshin clenched his fist. “So c’mon, Ichigo! Tell me everything! Don’t be shy!”

“I’m not being shy. Quit bugging me.”

“Oh?” Isshin’s eyes gleamed. “Only a truly shy man would be so cold! Come now, my son! Confess your deepest, darkest secrets to your father!”

As soon as he tried to embrace his son, all turned black as his face rammed right into Ichigo’s elbow.

                                                           * * *

The girls upstairs heard a loud crash and Ichigo’s infuriated cursing.

Karin frowned at the floor. “There they go again. God, it’s so exhausting living with them. Sorry, you’re just going to have to deal with them for the time being.”

Rukia slapped on an innocent smile. “Oh, I don’t mind! I think a lively household is kind of fun!”

Another crash thundered through the house as the two men continued brawling away. Karin sighed. “Fun, huh?”

“I just hope they remember to clean up after themselves! I’d hate to clean the kitchen again when I already did it last weekend!” Yuzu said.

Rukia had heard their muffled fighting before when she hid in Ichigo’s closet. To actually bear witness to the Kurosaki family’s antics was another matter entirely. Compared to the piercing silence of the Kuchiki household, this was a much more comforting change of pace.

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, Rukia-chan.” Yuzu fidgeted on her bed . “But…um….”

Karin tilted her head back with a loud sigh. “She wants to know if you and our stupid brother are dating.”

“Karin!” Yuzu shouted, scandalized.

“It’s what you wanted to ask her since she arrived, right?”

“Dating?” Rukia repeated. “No, we’re just friends!”

“Just friends, huh?” Karin muttered.

“Yes, of course.”

“So you say.”

“Karin!”

“I’m just saying it’d be way more interesting if all this was some elaborate ruse for Ichigo to introduce his girlfriend to the family is all.” She flopped back onto her bed, letting her legs swing freely over the edge.

“That certainly would be more interesting, I suppose,” Rukia conceded. “Unfortunately, that’s not true. No offense to your brother, but he’s too honest to think of doing something like that.”

The three paused when Ichigo’s booming sneeze echoed up to them from downstairs.

Karin smirked. “Friend, girlfriend. It’s all the same to me, I guess.” She pointed a finger at Rukia. “You and I might get along swimmingly once you drop that nice-girl act and be yourself, though.”

Rukia blinked. And here she thought her human girl schtick would work here, too.

The smile that crossed her lips was softer, more natural this time. “You and your brother have the same instincts, I see.”

“I’d say I’m better at reading people than he is. He’s a big dope.” Karin waved dismissively.

Yuzu’s warm smile grew. “Whether you’re just friends with Ichi-nii or something more, I’m still glad to have you in our home, Rukia-chan! It’s nice to have more girls in the house for once!”

Rukia dipped her head. “I’m grateful that you’re letting me stay here without questioning my motives. I hope I won’t be a burden to any of you.”

“If you can keep my brother and my dad in line, you’d be more of a help than a hindrance,” Karin said. “Anyway, Yuzu tends to snore and fuss in her sleep, so I hope you can deal with that, too.”

Yuzu flushed and threw a pillow at her sister’s bed. “Karin! I don’t snore!”

Siblings showed the oddest resemblances to one another from time to time. Karin's teasing grin was so much like her brother's that it made Rukia smile in return. Ichigo then barged into the room and plunked himself on the edge of her bed to hang out with them. They all talked about their day and mocked each other in that special way only siblings could. It was warm and exasperatedly caring.

All those silly rumors that once passed around Karakura High about her and Ichigo dating would definitely escalate if anyone saw her living with him. It didn’t matter to her either way.

For once, she'd found a place where she didn’t have to worry about being judged. Rukia could dare to be happy. She dared to relax and laugh along with them. The Kurosaki family treated her like she belonged, and that was enough.

                                                               * * *

“Wait, they live together? Are you sure?”

“Of course! Kojima-san went to their house the other day to bring Kurosaki all the homework he missed, and he told me that Kuchiki-san was the one who answered the door! And she took it from him on his behalf! Like she was his girlfriend or something!”

“No way someone as pretty as her would be shacking up with a guy like that, right?”

“I don’t know. You remember how she climbed in through the third-story window and kicked him in the face and smacked him around? If anything, I feel sorry for Kurosaki.”

Now those rumors couldn’t be helped either. Rukia needed somewhere to stay, and like a little pest, she wormed her way into Ichigo's home and his everyday life. And with his month-long Vizard training going on, he wasn’t exactly around to put a stop to them.

The rumors really started to get out of hand once Ichigo, his friends, and all those weird kids who joined in the middle of the semester disappeared at the same time. No one knew where they went, or if they were even alive.

Some theorized that they had all dropped out to form a street gang. Others proposed the idea that Kurosaki and Kuchiki-san had eloped and invited all their friends to the wedding. All of which were extremely ridiculous, but who was to prove them wrong? Certainly not the subjects of the rumors themselves.

Oddly enough, both Asano and Kojima were the first to dismiss any rumors they heard. They seemed less enthusiastic about it, like their friend’s love life was no longer a fun puzzle to work out. They hung a lot more around Arisawa, who was equally morose and exhausted with it all.

Of course, this only fueled the wild rumors further. Perhaps they were bummed out that they weren’t included in whatever escapades Kurosaki and his other friends got involved with.

Then Kurosaki returned. Without any of those weird friends of his. Without that odd Kuchiki girl by his side. 

Kurosaki Ichigo became a recluse, even among those he once called friends.

Perhaps they’d broken up. Maybe she had to move away.

The mystique of their relationship died down pretty quickly after that.

It was not until May of their final year of high school did rumors about Kuchiki Rukia returning circulate around the school. Someone claimed to have seen her hanging around Karakura again. With how eagerly Kurosaki cancelled the rest of his sports team contracts to leave school earlier, it seemed more and more plausible.

Inoue Orihime’s own confirmation that the Kuchiki girl was indeed back only fueled the flames. Apparently, Kuchiki Rukia and all the new kids had to move far away all of a sudden. No, they weren’t all a weird family. No, she would not return to Karakura High.

As for the rumor covering Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo’s relationship status, Inoue, Arisawa, and Kojima were all tight-lipped on the matter. Despite their best efforts, Asano Keigo was not all that great at keeping secrets, and it only took a bit of pressure for him to crack.

“No, they’re not dating! Can you believe that?” he’d screech at anyone who would listen. “I swear, I’ve tried so hard to hook them up, but nothing I do works! Tell me, what’s a guy gotta do to help his dumbass friend score, huh?”

                                                           * * *

Rukia was in the middle of writing up a report when Ichigo decided to show up for an impromptu visit. Admittedly, it was nice catching up with him, but it did wreck her entire work schedule for the day.

Well, perhaps wreck wasn’t the right word for it. She didn’t mind his company. She just normally finished up faster than this.

The odd look her brother threw her when she requested that they be left alone put her off. It did not help that she had flushed when Renji raised a tattooed eyebrow at her before he left, nor the fact that the servants hushed their giggles when Ichigo looked over his shoulder at them.

“Hey, is something going on around here?” he asked after catching the latest servant stifling a smile as she passed. “The servants have been whispering to each other all day.”

That’s because you decided to barge in so blatantly like you live here, you fool, she wanted to say.

Rukia shrugged affectedly. “People like to talk.”

About us, to be precise.

Ichigo scoffed. “People are always talking about me like I’m some kind of freak because of my hair. I’ve never cared all that much about gossip. It’s all bullshit anyway.”

She set her brush down on the inkstone. “I see. You too, huh?”

“Too?” he repeated, finally looking over at her.

“You heard Nii-sama explain why I was adopted into the Kuchiki clan, correct?” She took his silence as a yes. “The Kuchiki name is a prestigious one, but that notoriety does not come without its costs. The moment I was adopted, I was immediately placed in Squad Thirteen despite never having graduated from the Shinigami Academy. I was deemed a product of nepotism, and the other squad members hated me for it.”

Rukia shut her eyes. The memory of Kaien’s warmth flickered in the back of her mind. That would be a story for another day.

“It may seem ridiculous to you, how such a thing could hurt me.” Her smile did not reach her eyes.

He shook his head. “It’s not ridiculous, Rukia. What’s ridiculous is all the stuff people assumed about you. They don’t even know you.”

“No,” she said. “But even worthless rumors can start to take their toll once enough of them build up.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m gonna change that.”

Her smile fell. “How so?”

“We’re friends,” Ichigo said without any hesitation whatsoever. “So anyone who talks shit about you gets the business end of my sword.”

“A little extreme, don’t you think?”

Ichigo snorted but said nothing else.

To alleviate the tension brewing around him, she teased, “And what rumors about yourself have you heard lately? I’ve heard quite a lot. I’ve even been asked to confirm a few, on occasion.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Rukia turned the various rumors over in her mind, struggling to find the best way to spin it. A joke perhaps? Could he laugh off something like this?

No, Ichigo would probably get embarrassed and storm off to find the cretin who started these unsavory rumors in the first place. She would assume such talk was unbefitting of those who served in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, but apparently she was mistaken.

“Nothing much. Petty gossip.” She continued writing her report as if such matters didn’t concern her at all. “About you and I, mostly. What we are to each other.”

Ichigo scowled. “Not this again.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“It’s like people don’t have anything else to do with their lives. Stop trying to live vicariously through us already.”

Rukia paused. “Live vicariously?”

“Yeah, it’s like when people try to experience stuff through—”

“No, I know what it means. But what did you mean by that?”

The moment he met her eyes, she understood. There was a frantic, helpless gleam to them, but even so, he did not dare look away.

It was not a challenge, but more a question. It was a plea. His confession.

“Oh. I see.”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to…. I mean, it’s not…. This wasn’t the way that I wanted to….”

Ichigo put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. When he finally sat up straight again, he looked her right in the eye. “Rukia, do you want to go out with me?”

“Oh?” She leaned her head in a hand, the corner of her mouth tugging up. “Are you sure you want to prove those rumormongers right?”

He scowled. “This isn't about them! I told you, I don’t give a shit about what other people think. It wasn’t the rumors that made me like you.”

“What a bold thing to admit.” She covered her mouth in mock surprise.

“Ugh, shut up! It’s hard enough to say as it is.”

Rukia began to laugh. “You’re so strange, Ichigo. I like that about you, though.”

He tried and failed to hide how red his face had become. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” Her smile became more genuine then as she reached her hand out to his. “I am happy you asked. Although, I hope you know that it is uncouth of you to drop in on a woman unannounced. According to what I read about courting in the World of the Living, it is also customary to have a chaperone along with us on our dates.”

“Yeah, that’s been outdated for centuries now. What the hell kind of books are you even reading?” he scoffed.

“How rude! And here I was, excited to ask Nii-sama to accompany us for our first date!”

“What? Don’t bring Byakuya into this!”

Their silly bickering echoed all throughout the courtyard. Even still, they did not let go of the other's hand.

                                                             * * *

"Hey, have you heard?"

"That Substitute Shinigami and Lieutenant Kuchiki are dating?"

"Why is this news? Weren't they already a couple?"

"Ah, I see! So I was right all along."

Years and years of speculation, only to have the confession be far more mundane than they hoped.

The funny thing about rumors was, once they were confirmed, they lost their appeal extremely quickly.

Another rumor soon came to take its place.

"Kurosaki Ichigo is a noble? No way!"

"Sure, he looks a lot like Lieutenant Shiba, but isn't he just a human?"

"You sure he didn't just marry into the Kuchiki family?"

And so it goes. And so the rumors circled back once again.

                            If you can say that your heart doesn't change

                                               Then that is strength.

                                                                -

                                       No, nothing can change my world.

The only time a petty rumor is actually one hundred percent true lol. But I mean, it's not hard to disprove with the way they're always looking at each other.

I suppose this fic can kind of fit in the same AU as Home and Clearing Away the Rain. Maybe consider it a prequel of sorts, if you like!

Thanks for reading! Until next time!

#IRMonth2021 #Day 22: there's been talk about us #Ichiruki #OTP: Black Sun and White Moon #Kurosaki Ichigo #Kuchiki Rukia #Kurosaki Isshin #Kurosaki Karin #Kurosaki Yuzu #Bleach #my fanfiction

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day 14: There Is Only One Way To Load A Dishwasher

Warnings: Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N- Oh we are getting closer. And this particular scenario happened between my father and me one night. Luckily no one cut themselves, but we were in a severe disagreement as to how sharp knives were to go into the dishwasher. Turns out I was the logical one. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @ohthankevans13​ for there updates. 

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There was the loud sharp sound of laughter from the outdoor patio, which Ransom joined in as well with his own genuine laugh while having a firm hold of your thigh under the table, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the soft material of your leggings while your hand was clasped over his in reassurance, easing his hand loose to weave your fingers through his. 

This evening a couple friends of yours came over to the house to visit and have dinner, which you knew Ransom had been a bit apprehensive with. Not that he didn’t like your friends, sure he did, they were perfectly nice people you had grown up with, Rick and Sandy. But they weren’t like Ransom’s usual friends, other people in the same arrangement he had been, trust fund kids who didn’t give two shits about anyone but themselves. Perhaps that was a good thing. He was still learning how this whole being married thing worked. 

So Ransom was a bit nervous all damn day, brushing it off though as in ‘He was Ransom Drysdale and did not give a shit what anyone thought about him.’ You knew this to be a lie, that he actually wanted to make a good impression on them. Just from the way he was acting all day, double checking there was enough wine and beer for your guests. That the house was generally picked up looking. He even offered to go pick up dinner, which you were not going to say no to. Writing out a list with a firm “Just pick up this list, NOTHING ELSE.” 

And it just raised your suspicions when he came home with steaks. High end expensive steaks that had been hand cut by the butcher at their local shop. You gawked at them as you had actually put burgers on your list. You peeked in the rest of the bags. There wasn't the buns, chips or anything else you had written. But the ingredients for grilled veggies, potato and garlic bread. 

“You didn't have to do this Ransom. I thought you were going to stick to the list?” You remarked as you looked at the steaks he so carefully let laid to rest on the kitchen counter before taking them to be grilled. 

“Well if we're going to entertain, we’re doing it right.” He responded and that's when it clicked, this was his way of showing he could take care of his family, be something more than what everyone thought him to be, so you dropped it. Going to your tiptoes, you pecked his cheek with a thank you, and went from there. 

Now it was the end of dinner, you felt Ransom relax more and all four of you enjoyed a fun conversation, some of which was Rick and Sandy filling Ransom in on some of your younger years, a devilish grin would spread across his face. “Oh trust me, she's still just as bad, just better at hiding it.” 

“Hush I'm an angel.” You made a move to gather some dishes when Ransom sprang up to take them from you. “You are the one who fully corrupted me Ransom.” you smirked at him, which you could see a bit of color rise in his cheeks and his eyes crinkling in the corners with a grin. 

“Something I take great pride in Princess. I got the clean up, you continue visiting.” He offered and you smiled a thank you while settling back down. Rick and Sandy gathered their plates, with nothing but praises for the whole meal, especially those perfectly grilled steaks, which you glanced at Ransom to see a slight satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before you turned back to your friends. 

Ransom headed back into the house from the patio with the plates and utensils, listening while you restarted the conversation. He didn't bother shutting the door, leaving it open to let the conversation flow into the house as well as the breeze of the evening. Flicking on the overhead light, he popped open the dishwasher and started to randomly put plates in wherever they fit as the dishwasher was already half full from the night before’s dishes as well as their breakfast ones. Then he started dumping the utensils into the tray lining the side made specifically for them. He wasn't paying attention though, forks were going in tines down or up, spoons shoved in any spot they would fit and the wickedly sharp steak knives went in handle down, their points glinting maliciously face up, ready to strike any unsuspecting hand. 

Which Ransom did, when he grasped another bundle to shove in, and his palm, slid along the tip of the knife along the meatiest part, near his thumb. 

A blossom of red spread on his hand, as well as a sharp surprising pain, making him jerk back and clatter the handful of forks across the dishwasher and floor. “Son of a Bitch!” He yelled rather loudly in shock as red droplets dripped over the dirty dishes and across the tile floor till he got to the sink and turned on the tap. He could feel a wave of naseau wash over him as his vision blurred a moment and sharpened seeing the red swirl down the sink. 

You happened to hear Ransom yelp and curse as the door was open, as well as Rick and Sandy who looked with concern towards the house. A glance over your shoulder showed Ransom standing at the kitchen sink, and you could see from there that his face was tensed and almost in pain looking. “Excuse me.” You said hurriedly and pushed from the patio table to rush inside. “Ransom? Oh god what happened?” You grabbed a hand towel to press against the gash on his hand to get the bleeding to stop, his face whiter then usual. “Breath Ransom, don’t pass out.” You tried to draw his attention to you instead of at the red welling up again before you pressed the towel against it. 

He hissed when you pressed down from between clenched teeth. “Fucking knife got me while I was loading the dishwasher.” 

You glanced at the dishwasher and could see the mess that it was left in. Knowing you would have to set it straight, especially the knives, as half of them appeared to have been tossed in point up. 

“Christ Ransom, you gotta put the knives point down for this reason.” You said hurriedly as you pried the towel up to take a peek at his hand. “We have to take you to the emergency room, this is pretty deep. You are going to need stitches.” 

“Nah- I should be alright.” He started when he wobbled a bit, his other hand grasping the edge of the counter. Its that moment Sandy poked her head in. 

“Do you guys need any help?” 

You were immediate before Ransom could protest. “How about a rain check on Cards Against Humanity? I think we need to get some stitches for Ransom.” 

Sandy then came in fully to take a look at Ransom's hand. “Let me take a look? I’m a nurse, and can tell you if they will give you any stitches.” 

Ransom lifted the hand towel once more and she hummed while looking at it. “Yup, looks just like the cut Rick had a couple years ago. Steak knife get you?” 

“Not fucking intentionally.” Ransom growled a bit, getting agitated now feeling he was under scrutiny. 

“Ha, Rick said the same thing.” Sandy chuckled and her husband came in, happening to hear her.

“Well I forgot I put the knife in the water when I was washing the dishes.” He came to Ransom’s defense with a dumbass excuse and at this point Ransom was ready to go to the emergency room, just to get out of this curve of a disaster the evening took.

Sandy dabbled at the wound with the cloth when the blood welled up again and Ransom this time felt his head swarm. “Im going to...” and thats when he slumped, you and Sandy trying to catch him and Rick managing to get his arms under Ransoms armpits and ease him down to the floor. You straightened up with a hand against your lower back and one pressed to your baby bump, sighing. 

“Ransom can’t handle blood... I’m hoping this isn’t whats going to happen with shitty diapers to.” 

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After You managed to get Ransom to the emergency room, and he was once again patched up and left alone, you were sitting nearby, counting your fingers and muttering to yourself. 

“What are you doing Y/N?” Ransom winced as he flexed his hand a bit, and you smirk at him. 

“Counting how many times we have been to the emergency room in the past 6 months. This makes three times. You are like a walking talking disaster Ransom, I’m a bit surprised it has been this long since we’ve last visitied.” 

He glared at you while he stood and took his coat from you to shrug it on. “Eat Shit Y/N, I never visited the emergency room till I hooked up with you. What does that say?” 

You shrugged. “That I’m not as much as a dumbass as you Ransom, but that’s okay. I love you anyways.” You tuck into his side as you two leave the room. 

“Yea yea, Love you to Y/N.” He rolled his eyes, wincing as he dug his injured hand into his coat pocket, looking for the Beamers keys.

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