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cherripeach · 3 years

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Chapter 14

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:11-12 good credit, bad credit, you dead: ghost credit

Running to the store on campus, so cute.

Warnings: Curse words, implied violence

Words: 3.1k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

Ace groaned while face planting on the counter, “We finally finished peeling them all!”

Deuce moaned in pain, “My arms hurt…” He, then, stretched his arms and popped some of his knuckles while rolling his neck.

You agreed with the two boys, “Yeah, I don’t wanna move for the next decade.” You made your seat on one of the stools next to the counter to take a break after standing for what felt like hours.

Trey chuckled at your reactions, “Great work. I’m sure that your hard work will all be worth it.” While you three were sulking, Trey began cleaning up as much as possible by putting things away and putting things in the dishwasher.

Grim grumbled, “I’m getting hungry just by the smell, yanno.” The cat had tried to take as much of the ingredients as possible while you were preparing, but barely managed to get any.

Trey took a sheet of paper out from a binder and sorted some of the ingredients next to some cooking utensils, “The marron base uses butter and sugar. And then, I also added some oyster sauce as a secret ingredient.”

Ace and Deuce jumped up from their positions of dread in shock, “Oyster sauce?!”

Trey placed the sheet down and grabbed a bottle of the sauce, “Exactly. The savory flavor of the chestnuts gives the cream a rich flavor. And then, to make it better, I use this,” He motioned to the sauce in his hand, “‘Walrus-brand young oyster sauce’. There’s no famous pâtissière who doesn’t use this for their tarts, you know?” He ended it all with a closed eyed smile.

Deuce mumbled, “Really…? It’s a pretty salty sauce, isn’t it?”

“You know how they put chocolate in curry, too?” Ace gave an example, “It kinda makes sense…”

You were, on the other hand, not having it, “Naw, dude. It doesn't; sweet can't just nullify salt or reverse. It’s practically impossible.” You shook your head while the two idiots were just pouting in their confusion.

Trey chuckled while clutching his stomach, “You're right! I was just joking! There’s no way I’d put oyster sauce in a dessert, you know? How’d you know?”

The two idiots never would have guessed that.

Ace’s hand’s shot up in his defense, pointing at his senior, “What the heck!? Are you making fun of us!?”

“It’s obviously impossible if you think about it a little.” Trey’s lighthearted giggle switched to a more wise old lecture, “The moral lesson here is that you shouldn’t believe anything you’re told. Learn to doubt a bit, okay?”

You nodded your head, “See, Ace. I don’t gotta learn that because I knew right away.”

You were a genius. In all eyes besides Ace’s, that is.

Ace snorted, “I bet it was a lucky guess.”

You fought back, “Pshhhh. No way.” You knew this was just the start of one of your many squabbles.

Grim whispered to you behind his hand, “This guy looks nice, but he’s the type who can tell lies with no problem, huh…”

“I guess so.” Your eyes widened at Grim’s statement.

Trey rallied you all together to begin the next step, “Next is the fresh cream!”

A shrill scream ran through the air.

Ace bounced up and questioned Trey, “What’s wrong?”

You joined Ace with your question, “Are you okay?”

“I got carried away with the chestnuts you picked that I went overboard with making the marron base.” Trey laughed at himself and rubbed the back of his head, “We’re a little short on fresh cream.”

Deuce offered, “I’ll go buy some. Do they sell it in the school store?”

Trey explained, “That shop sells pretty much anything, so I’m sure it should be there. Can I ask you to buy some other stuff while you’re at it? Two packs of milk, two cartons of eggs, silicon cups, and five canned fruits…” He writes down the list of items and hands them to Deuce.

Deuce reads the list before commenting, “I don’t think I can carry all of that alone…”

This was your chance, “I’ll come! I need to see if they have uniforms there, anyway.” Maybe you could find some uniforms or even some other clothes for a nice price as if you had any money.

Grim interjected, “I’m going, too! I don’t wanna mix more dough!” He raised his little paw as far as his body would allow it.

“Understandable.” You did not need to lose your arms over baking.

The three of you began your walk to the grocery store on campus with only some light chatter about how excited you all were to taste the finished product and how Grim shouldn’t steal it all.

The grocery store was the size of a drug store, but apparently from what Trey said it had everything anyone at this school needed. It’s gotta be a magic store.

“We sure this is it?” You questioned Deuce because he was sure to know more than you, right?

Deuce pointed out, “I haven’t heard of any other shops here.”

Grim quickly agreed, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s get a move on!”

While still warry, you approached the place behind the two overexcited shoppers, both who had stars in their eyes as someone from a novel would say.

Deuce gazed around the place with wide eyes after opening the door where a little bell rang, “Pardon us! Whoa, what an amazing shop… Crystal skulls, magical texts, and… wh-what sort of animal is this…?” Deuce motioned to an animal’s skeleton that was just laying out on one of the shelves. Grim and Deuce took two steps closer to inspect the animal while you took two steps back.

Grim, who began to travel by himself around the store, questioned Deuce and you, “Can we really find some fresh cream here?”

“I’d be surprised if we couldn't find it.” You opened a box that was filled with dusty books while nodding to Grim.

Out of nowhere came a voice near the counter, “Hey! Little lost lambs, what can I help you with? Welcome to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop.” The man had one of the oddest outfits with a bright pink shirt but then a black and dark purple jacket. His fashion sense was certainly new, but his vibe was what shocked you the most. Almost like he knew too much. What is it that you wish for today? A charm against cheating?” He pulled out a slip of paper from his chest pocket, “ An ancient king’s mirror?” a small mirror from his sleeve, “Or maybe, some cursed tarot cards?” He even pulled a box out of thin air.

Grim was frozen in shock for a moment and joined the conversation with a breath, “Ah, you startled me!”

You added on, “He reminds me of those characters from video games and movies that are just normal store owners or vendors that have some of the oddest items.” Looking at his shop, you believed yourself for a moment.

The three of you made your way to the little counter at the back of the store.

Deuce took out the list from his pocket and handed it to the man, “Um… We would like to buy the things written on this note.”

Grim used his arms to pull his face onto the counter as to be seen and begged, “And I also want some canned tuna!”

“With what money?” You waved at him in disbelief, “And I have a question for you, Mystery man.”

Deuce pushed Grim off of the counter, “No! We will not buy any canned tuna!” which only caused Grim to growl at Deuce.

The male scanned the note while tapping his finger in his chin, “Mhmm. What do we have here? Fresh cream and eggs… Oh, my! What a pretty sweet line-up” He gave Deuce a thumbs up, “OK! I shall bring them out now. And I’ll get back to you in just a minute.” The male nodded at you with a small wink at the end of his sentence.

Totally an odd vibe.

Deuce gasped in disbelief letting go of Grim’s fur, “Whoa… Will he really have some here?”

You voiced your thoughts, “Maybe the back is just really big?”

The man returned with five bags full of items on your list, “Here, thank you for the wait. It is rather heavy, so are you sure you can carry them all?” The male, then gestured to a sign right next to the cash register about a special bag to carry all the items, “If you act now, I can throw in a special bag to carry all of those things for 30% off of its original price!” Deuce took out the money Trey gave him and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Grim blurted out, “What did you say? Hey, that sounds interesting!” The cat grabbed your clothes as he normally does pointing at the sign to get your attention focused on it.

Deuce shook his head while grabbing three of the five bags, “We. We will have to decline! Let’s go, Grim!”

“But why?! I wanna play more!” A pointing Grim was not resulting in a good day for anyone, but at this rate you couldn’t spend money on any food.

“About that question,” You brought it up to the shopkeeper.

The off-vibe man nodded, “Ok, what's the problem, little lost lamb?”

You asked, “Do you sell uniforms or at least know where I can find one?”

“I should have some, but they're all used ones. I’ll even cut the price because of how damaged they are.” He then told you the price which was great for uniforms but as someone who owned no cash, not the best.

You thanked the male as you picked up the last two bags while the other two began to walk out, “Thanks! I’m gonna come back once I have the money, but please save them for me.”

“Ok! of course, little lost lamb. I’ll have them in stock just for you.” He winked at you again, and at this point and time you’re just gonna assume it’s normal for him.

“Thank you so much!!” You responded while finally walking out of the shop.

Once outside, Deuce began a new conversation, “That was a very amazing shop, in a way…”

Grim was still pouting at the two of you for not giving him free food, “Boo, you two are so stingy.” His arms were snuggly crossed over one another and even his ears were flattened against his head.

Deuce swung around to ask Grim, “Who are you calling stingy?!” This, however, almost resulted with Grim getting a concussion because of how the bag of canned fruits and heavy cream knocked Grim to the ground.

Deuce quickly apologized, “Sorry!”

You placed your bag to check on Grim by feeling on his head for any bumps or any scrapes from the bag, “Well, no one would give a brat what they want now would they? I know you want some tuna, but money is tight right now and I can’t get you any for a while. Once I save up enough, I promise I’ll get you some.” You brushed back his hair before flicking at his forehead, “Just remember to keep that ego in check. Soon, who knows, maybe I can even buy a hairbrush and maybe even a phone.”

Deuce coughed before fixing the bags in his hold to reach his hand out to you, “The bag with the milks is heavy, isn’t it? I’ll hold it for you. I’m experienced with carrying heavy loads.”

You shook your head, “No way, lover boy, I can handle myself just so you know. And besides that's an odd area of expertise. Any reason why?” You kept walking to distract the male from taking your bag.

Deuce flushed red before starting his explanation, “Yeah, Mother always takes me with her during timed sales. She buys a lot, so I end up helping her with the bags. I’m the only man in the family, so I’m used to helping a lot with hard labor. Ah, I’m sorry… I keep talking about myself.” His face flushed even darker.

You rolled your eyes, “That is incredibly sweet of you, Deuce. Don’t be scared to talk to me about anything. We’re friends. You must care for your mother a lot with how you talk about her.”

Deuce stuttered, “No… That’s not true at all. I… Mother was…” Deuce flies back onto the ground after connecting with someone’s chest, “Ouch!”

All of the materials that Deuce was holding fell to the ground, but the biggest problem was that the eggs were now completely broken and leaking everywhere on the sidewalk.

Grim gasped and fell to his knees to try and save the groceries, “Ah, the eggs!!”

“Hey, you ok?” You reached out your hand to Deuce who grabbed it so that you could pull him up onto both of his feet.

Deuce locked eyes on the bag of now broken eggs and cursed, “Damn it!” He picked up the bag of eggs and began to check to see if any of the eggs were not broken and could be used, “All the eggs in the carton broke! The plastic bag’s now reeking with eggs…!” Deuce tossed them in the trash while Grim squirmed to grab the bag from him.

A white haired familiar looking male scoffed at the three of you, “That hurt! Where the hell’re ya lookin’ at,” His eyes darted to each member of your little group before continuing, “Wha? You’re the guys who ruined my carbonara’s soft-boiled egg during lunch today!”

Another familiar red haired student was right on his side, “Damn, it’s you guys again. Ya better give us a break.”

You grabbed as many bags as you could carry that Deuce had before, and you snorted, “And I thought I already crushed your egos, but I should have known you can't break a brick for a brain.”

The white haired boy snickered at the three of you, “Well it seems the little supervisor can’t even get us in trouble so no need for fear. You can’t harm us.”

Deuce had been standing in place for the last couple of seconds with his eyes on his feet, “…Aren’t you the ones at fault for bumping into me?” His sharp gaze met that of the duo of delinquents, “Even during lunch. The egg wasn’t really that badly harmed, but you made a huge scene out of it. Our carton of eggs is totally ruined, though.” Deuce rolled up the sleeves to his jacket.

Grim agreed standing as tall as he could across from the two upperclassmen, “He’s totally right!”

You walked over to where Deuce and Grim had made their little fighting stance, “Let’s just leave. They’re not gonna listen and we shouldn't get into a fight with idiots.” To further get Deuce’s attention, you pulled into the shoulder of his jacket to motion toward the bags, “We can always replace them. Let’s just get what we have back.”

The white haired boy swore, “The hell? You sayin’ it’s my fault, then? And idiots? I’m much smarter than any of you. Respect your elders!”

Deuce paid no mind to you or your constant poking on his shoulder, “Yes, please pay us back for the eggs. And also, please apologize to the chickens.”

“Hah?” The red haired boy quipped at Deuce, “Makin’ a ruckus over eggs, are we?”

Deuce grunts, “Hah?” before turning to you, “Remember the promise right?”

You nodded at him.

“Then, back up.” He lightly pushed you to make you back up, “And don’t get involved.” You locked eyes with the male only to see his eyebrows furrowed and a large scowl on your face. And as much as you wanted to help him and get him out of this situation, there’s nothing you can do against magic users. At least not yet.

The two other students did not realize how ready Deuce was to make this physical or how personal this was.

The whit haired boy groaned, “It didn’t hit the ground so you can still eat it. Stop makin’ a fuss over little things.” The boy slapped his friend before whispering something to him.

The other boy snickered before adding, “Ya better be thankful they broke inside the plastic bag!”

“Not only are they dumb, but blind too,” You mumbled to yourself which Grim could hear from his small chortle.

Deuce still had not lost his eye contact with the other two boys, seemingly eyeing them down to wait for the perfect moment.

Both of the boys let out the largest giggles possible that a teenage boy could without sounding like girls gossiping with their heads thrown back and their hands clutching their stomachs.

“Laughing at something that is surely your fault.” You rolled your eyes while trying to get the boy’s attention on Deuce who was in your eyes about to murder a bitch, “I think you should just pay us back for it. Maybe some extra too for having to deal with your terrible attitude to even it out.”

Neither student responded to you only grunting out stiffles of laughter for the next couple of seconds.

Deuce muttered to himself breaking eye contact with the two to gaze down at his hand which was clenched like in one of those TV shows when a character is going to do something he regrets, “... Mess with me, will you…”

White haired kid raises his eyebrows in confusion as Deuce looks to be slowly going insane, “Huh?”

Deuce exploded at the two, “I told you to stop laughing, damn it!!” His feet began to move closer and closer to the two who just stood in horror for the boy who was once silent, “You ain’t got no choice but to apologize for something that’s your fault! These eggs will be used to make a delicious tart in place of turning into chicks, bastard!! Do you understand me, huh!?”

“Wh-what’s with him all of a sudden…?!” The red haired boy was backing away from the approaching student and had a look of disbelief on his face.

Deuce grabbed his fist in one hand and cracked the knuckles of the other one, “If you’re not gonna pay me back for the 6 eggs, I got no choice but to beat the hell out of you six times.”

The white haired male faltered, “Huh!?” before seeing the blue haired male coming straight for him with his fists in a fighting position.

“Grit your teeth, you little bastards!!” And with that Deuce began his little fight by pulling at the kid’s clothes and punching them a little too hard.

“Where does that phrase even come from?” But what could you do besides stand there and wait even if you didn’t want the two to get hurt going into the fight now would be harmful.

You really need to stop getting involved in fights.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst grim #deuce spade #trey clover #ace trappola

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Hot Pepper Challenge

Mammon x poly gn!MC x Leviathan

Words - 2626

Content warnings - humor, some mild language, polyamorous relationship

Prompt/Inspiration - Mammon and Levi engage in a hot sauce battle/hot pepper challenge

Summary - Levi challenges Mammon to a Hot Pepper Challenge and things go about as well as one might expect.

AO3

You weren’t quite sure why you let them talk you into this. Normally, you did a pretty good job of keeping their combined idiocy in check. But for whatever reason, when Mammon and Levi had both come to you, eyes sparkling, full of excitement, you just couldn’t say no.

Levi had heard about a viral trend from the human world whereby you record yourself eating an extremely hot pepper and post it online. And of course, being Levi, he wanted to take things up a notch and make this a contest of sorts between him and Mammon. The prize being a date with you.

How bad could things be? you had thought to yourself. Surely demons were better suited to hot peppers than your average human, right? You would have been correct had Levi been simply intending to ingest human realm varieties. But since he cannot do anything in half measures, he upped the ante by acquiring several varieties of Devildom peppers unbeknownst to you. In fact, it wasn’t until you had started setting up the kitchen with large glasses of milk, with some containers of softened ice cream on standby in the freezer, that you noticed the peculiar peppers Levi was spreading out on the counter.

Not only were they varieties you did not recognize, there were far more of them than you had imagined necessary. It was clear he wasn’t planning on eating just one or two, and you started to have second thoughts about encouraging this activity.

“Um Levi?”

“Yeah?”

“How many peppers are you planning on eating…?”

“As many as I can get Mammon to eat,” he said with a mischievous grin. While he did love the idea of winning an extra date with you, his motives weren’t altogether pure. What he really wanted was to make a viral video for DevilTube...and seeing Mammon suffer because he would be too stubborn to back down from a challenge and admit when he’s had enough? That was icing on the cake.

It was then you realized that there was a good chance Mammon had no idea exactly what he had agreed to, and you knew your sweet, precious idiot wouldn’t be able to stop while he was ahead even after he did. You heaved a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes at Levi, as you took up your position on the barstool opposite of where he and Mammon were to be sitting. Maybe you could send a text to Mammon, to give him a heads up at least? But no sooner had the thought crossed your mind, than Mammon strode through the kitchen doors, brimming with confidence and smiling broadly.

He walked right over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. He knew he had this in the bag, and had already bought tickets to a concert he was positive you would enjoy. His smile started to falter however, when he caught sight of the lineup of peppers on display. He glanced down at you, and you just gave him a weak smile, not bothering to explain what he clearly knew.

“Uhh, Levi? Whatsup with these peppers?”

“They’re what we are using, of course,” Levi replied, smirking. This was going to be epic.

“Umm, are you crazy?! We agreed to the human realm challenge. Like that video ya showed me.”

“What’s wrong Mammon? Scared?” You glared at Levi who was looking absolutely gleeful at how things were unfolding. You loved him to bits, but he could be outright devious sometimes.

“I ain’t scared!” Mammon snapped, swallowing thickly, “Just makin’ sure we are doin’ things right is all.”

“LOL ok. Then let’s get started.”

“ Fine.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” you mumbled to yourself, as you positioned your DDD on the mini tripod Levi had provided you. Mammon and Levi took their seats, with Mammon doing his best to keep a straight face. He hadn’t even touched the peppers yet, and was already sweating bullets.

“You know, you guys really don’t have to do this. I can just go on separate dates with…”

“NO!” They both replied, in sync. Despite the fact that Mammon looked like he was about to cry, he was still staunchly determined to win and somehow impress you. And Levi, of course, was not about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

You sighed again. These two were going to be the death of you, you were sure.

“Fine, ready when you are,” you said as you began recording.

Levi started with his standard DevilTuber introduction, before introducing Mammon, and thanking you for assisting. At least the color was returning to Mammon’s face and he didn’t look quite so terrified now that everything had begun and he slipped into the same headspace he used when working his modeling gigs.

Just gotta put on a performance. It didn’t really matter how hot the peppers were, there was no way Levi was going to be able to handle them. All he had to do was outlast Levi, he thought, trying to reassure himself.

“Now for the rules! We will be starting with the mildest pepper here, rated at 2,000,000 SHU all the way up to the hottest variety at 16,000,000 SHU. First one to drink the milk, loses.

Ready?”

Mammon nodded.

“Go!”

And without any further ado, the loves of your life took massive bites out of the first peppers.

And you waited.

And you watched.

Levi was the first to start squirming, his face becoming progressively more red. He immediately regret his decision to wear his usual outfit and quickly removed his jacket, tossing it to the side.

Mammon on the other hand, was nibbling on what remained of his first pepper. He was relieved that this was the variety they started with, because it was the same one used to flavor his beloved Hell Sauce Noodles. And judging by the look on Levi’s face, he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer.

“What’s the matter, Levi? Too hot for ya?” he taunted.

“Shut up. I’m just getting started.”

It may have appeared that Levi had overlooked Mammon’s love of spicy things, but this was all part of his Master Plan to lull him into a false sense of security. At least that’s what he was telling himself. In reality, he had completely forgotten about it and hadn’t thought to check the ingredients for the cup noodles he knew Mammon was so fond of. But there was no way he was going to admit to that.

“Ready?” asked Levi, as he grabbed the next pepper in the lineup.

“Yup.”

This one wasn’t much hotter than the first, so Mammon quickly polished it off, licking any stray juices off his fingers. If things kept up at this rate, he was going to have this in the bag. He just had to hope that Levi gave up long before they reached the final pepper that Mammon knew for a fact was way too hot for something anyone had any business eating.

Levi kept stealing nervous glances at the nearby glass of milk, and you briefly considered offering it to him but decided that would only egg his competitive nature on and have the opposite intended effect. So instead, you continued on in your role as a silent observer and camera operator. At least Mammon was handling things well, so far, which allowed you to relax some.

“Next,” Levi choked out. This third variety was the one he personally had to stop at in his practice runs. He didn’t know what he was going to do if Mammon was able to take it as well as the previous two. “Ruri-chan help me,” he whispered under his breath.

Mammon confidently picked up the third pepper, taking a large bite from it as he had done with the others, flashing you a brilliant smile in the process. But after a few moments, you noticed the heat start to rise to his cheeks as he quickly shuffled off his jacket. It seemed this variety was a good leap up on the heat scale, one Mammon was absolutely not expecting.

Even though Levi was on the brink of tears, it did not escape his notice when Mammon had started showing a reaction. He fist pumped internally, sitting up a little bit taller, having regained some of his confidence from earlier. Just a bit more, he thought, one more was all he needed to break Mammon. He just had to tough it out a tiny bit longer.

“Next.”

This time Mammon was a bit more hesitant, but he wasn’t about to back down now. Not after he had come this far.

So he took his first bite, and the reaction was almost immediate. Tears welled up in his eyes, sweat started pouring down his face, and he could even feel his nose start to run. He sniffled, trying to maintain his composure, not wanting to let on just how badly he was being affected, and shot a sideways glance to Levi.

Levi was sobbing at this point, not even bothering to conceal the pain he was in as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew he needed to swallow, to get the pepper out of his mouth, but his body was fighting against him and refusing to let it happen. So instead he simply sat there, as more and more heat gathered on his tongue. He swore he could feel a hole starting to form in his mouth, the longer he kept the pepper there, but finally he managed to gag/cough in such a way he was able to choke it down.

Dumbasses. That’s what they are. Dumbasses.

“Ready to give up, Levi?” Mammon taunted.

“HA! As if. This is nothing,” but his tear stained face was telling quite a different story.

“Next pepper.”

“Right. Next pepper.”

“Yep.”

The boys stared at the next variety before them, neither eager to take another bite. They kept stealing glances at the other, daring one another to reach for the milk. Both were regretting their life choices at this point, and Mammon was saying a small prayer, to whoever listened to demons, that if they just let him win this challenge, he’d walk the straight and narrow and stop stealing from his brothers. Except Levi. Levi deserved everything he had coming to him.

“...are we stopping here…?” you asked. It had been a good five minutes now of them just staring at their peppers and occasionally looking at one another. They both jumped at the sound of your voice, having forgotten completely about you and the fact this was all being recorded.

“Nope!” was all Levi said as he grabbed the next pepper, and brought it to his lips, Mammon following suit. With one final glance at the other, they took a bite.

Mammon was crying now, his nose running, and his whole face and neck flushed. This had to be the worst decision he had ever made, and that included all the shit he had pulled that had resulted in him strung up by the rafters for days on end. Why? Why had he decided this was a good idea? It wasn’t like you didn’t go on enough dates with him already. You spent plenty of time together. He should have just been content with what he had. Now he was going to die for sure before he ever got to take you anywhere again.

At some point Levi had removed his shirt and was now sitting bare chested, bracing himself against the counter top. His upper body was so red he honestly looked more like a tomato than a demon. He was breathing heavily, as he struggled against every fiber of his being that was urging him to just admit defeat like the loser he was and chug the damn milk. But he couldn’t. It would be more humiliation than he could bare if you had to see him give up after he was the one that started this whole thing and had been so smug and confident about it.

Involuntarily, Mammon reached out and grabbed the glass of milk. It felt so cool on his palm. When he realized what he had done, he tried to let go, but his self preservation instincts had reached their limits and were not about to let that happen.

Levi noticed Mammon’s movements, and he couldn’t help but smile. Well, he tried to smile. It looked more like one of those “please pity me” smiles as he psychically begged Mammon to take the first sip. His eyes were blurry with tears, and before he even knew what he was doing, Levi had wiped the sweat and tears away from them.

The moments that followed were pure and absolute chaos.

Levi stared at his hand in absolute horror. What had he done?! Without hesitation, he grabbed the glass of milk and dumped it on his face.

“HA!” Mammon called out, before quickly chugging down his own glass of milk.

“I DIDNT DRINK IT!” Levi whined, scrambling to the freezer so he could start on the ice cream.

“LIKE HELL YOU DIDNT!”

“YOU LOST!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU STUPID IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP SOONER!”

“YOURE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS, DUMBASS!”

You watched on as Mammon and Levi took turns crying and yelling, hurling insults at each other, through gulps of milk and mouthfuls of ice cream. There wasn’t much else you could do really besides sit there and make sure they didn’t fling anything on your DDD, wondering exactly how long they were going to keep this up for.

As their wailing continued, Lucifer popped his head in to see what all the fuss was about, ready to lay into Mammon. But when he saw him writhing in pain on the floor, shoving hunks of bread into his overstuffed mouth, he realized there wasn’t anything he could do to punish him more thoroughly than how he was suffering right now. He also caught sight of Levi, who was now laying on his stomach, cheek flushed to the floor while he spread out his limbs to get as much contact with the cool surface as possible.

Even though the pain in his mouth had subsided, (whether because he managed to clear out of all traces of the peppers, or because his nerve endings had simply been burnt away, he didn’t know) his body was impossibly hot and at some point he had also removed his pants, leaving him in nothing but his Azuki-tan boxers. He knew he should be embarrassed to be in such a state of undress not only in front of you, but in a public place like the kitchen, but he didn’t care. The only thing that kept him from jumping into Henry’s fish tank was the exhaustion that was weighing down his limbs, and the thought of how much work it would be to access the top of the tank.

A smug smile spread across Lucifer’s face, satisfied with his brother's joint misery. When he turned to look at you, he briefly felt something akin to pity, but you were as much to blame for this as they were, as far as he was concerned. You had chosen them, after all, for reasons that Lucifer couldn’t quite fathom, and you knew exactly what you had been getting yourself into when you had done so.

So, with a wave of his hand Lucifer wished you “Good luck” as he left the kitchen and headed towards his study to relax to one of his favorite records. One that he felt would harmonize perfectly with the sounds of their suffering.

#gn!mc #poly mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me levi #mammon x mc x levi #levi x poly mc #mammon x poly mc #obey me fanfic #mammon fanfic #levi fanfic #obey me crack #levi crack #mammon crack

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starvels · 3 years

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Please imagine the polite, hidden pain of one Steve Rogers’ face when Tony Stark tries to set him up on a date. Because Steve deserves to be happy!! And Tony wants Steve to be happy, even if it’s not with him, and Steve is totally seeing this as a sign that Tony is Not Interested because who tries to set up someone the like?? Who indeed. But be it pre-relationship pining or post-breakup not-over-it-AT-ALL angsting, it would be an amazing train wreck.

an amazing train wreck!! this is very funny and would be such a hoot. thank you for sharing, honeybee. i think i would be Delighted to see this in the following flavor:

s&t using other folks as proxies to think about what each other finds attractive/likes in bed.

somehow [insert plot here] tony has decided to get steve a date. steve's reluctant and that makes tony even more determined, "you deserve nice things, cap, c'mon. what do you like?" steve gives him that half frown, and tony amends, "what do you look for, in other people, steve?" and quieter, "you shouldn't be alone." steve doesn't say anything and tony's too arse over tits in love unable to admit it to himself that the look steve gets on his face is frustrated and he's thinking i'm not alone, i have you, tony, but says out loud to tony "fine, iunno. someone who,” he looks away from tony, swallows, “who can take care of themself. who likes to like what i like, I guess.”

and tony thinks, horribly out of control, i like that. And says “okay!!!!” much too loudly.

CUE A HOST OF LATER SCENES:

tony, in the shower thinking, what do i know about how steve likes to fuck, clamping down on the thrill that sends down his spine, pressing his forehead to the cool tile, muttering out loud, "definitely not temp play," which conversely makes him feel much too hot and bothered

tony, sparring with steve, thinking that steve always touches everyone on their back after a good session, so good back muscles, but no height preference.

tony, having dinner with steve at a burger place, asking, "thoughts on dresses?” and steve stares at him with mustard dripping down his fingers. “tony,” he says eventually, and his voice is too deep, too knowing, too everything and tony flushes, flushes about flushing and steve continues with, “i really don’t care if you like dresses. dresses are gorgeous, plenty of folk like em,” his greasy chin juts out and tony can’t even say i wasn’t talking about myself, because he does like dresses, and the thought of steve liking the dresses on him has sent something like lightning across his lungs. he manages only enough air for a wispy, “ok.”

tony, asking jarvis to order dinner for the team, already knowing steve won’t want hoisin sauce, but will want fish sauce, and tony pauses, asking for two extra things of veg too, thinking that steve should have a partner that knows how much steve needs to eat, yes. someone who is attentive and makes sure he gets enough and tony licks his lips and finishes talking to jarvis and jarvis just looks at him with that eyebrow like, my dumb child

and SO ON

it becomes a terrible, terrible fascination that takes over too much of tony's waking hours. he's got companies to run, a team to sponsor, a thousand projects to focus on that aren't sitting with a hand in his own hair at his desk, thinking about whether steve likes a partner with long hair or not. but tony's a hard worker and his brain has latched onto this as a project and steve is so worthy! the most worthy of love. he deserves tony's not inconsiderable analytical prowess. here's a problem, tony will find a solution. first, he just has to dig deep into steve's romantic and sexual attraction. no...problem...none whatso ever. that definitely doesn't make him feel anything...inside his pants or in his chest.. it certainly doesn’t make him feel warm and content to imagine steve happy and sexually fulfilled. he definitely doesn’t think he’s acting as a fill-in…..currently, for that role……

in the reversed version of this au, i would say that steve spends his time telling tony to date people, but doesn’t pick the people. instead he picks apart the dates with tony after-the-fact, full tactical mode. pulling details out of tony makes this most delicate shade of red work its way down tony’s cheeks and to his neck. and steve’s hands are tingling, because the knowledge of what tony’s hot skin feels like under his fingers is something he has intimately - sweaty tony, cold tony, tony lazy with sleep, etc. and something something its definitely dirty shamey GOOD HUMILIATION KINK for tony to have to share all these details outloud and steve asks for steadily more and more details under the guise of needing more info and they’re both secretly getting off on it using someone else’s body as a placeholder for their complex gay emotions!!!

OR MAYBE BOTH OF THESE HAPPEN AT ONCE!

#kjbnfkjbn this absolutely got much too far away from me if i dont stop i'll write a fic on this without meaning to #fic talk #our talk #stevetony #616

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anastasiabeaverhousen87 · 4 years

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Make wise Choices Part 2: Corn Dog

You can hear voices, somewhere near you. You starting to become more aware of your surroundings. you can feel a soft blanket draped over you like a burrito, you are laying on your back and there is a pillow on each side of you below your arms, most likely to avoid for you to move too much and risk falling from the couch or applying pressure to your cheeks if you try to lay on your side or on your stomach, like you often like to sleep. The more aware you become, you notice that your mouth feels very sore and you can taste blood. Now you can hear small talk in the kitchen and things being moved around, like containers being thrown in the bin and someone opening cupboards. You frown and move your face to your right; you feel a slight pull and sting by moving you face, and you can see there’s a movie playing on the TV but its on mute. You feel very warm, too warm to be comfortable, so you start to become fussy and try to move one of the pillows and blanket to alleviate the heat.

Kara can hear you moving around so she walks to the couch and smiles when she sees you have your eyes open.

Kara: “Hi sleepy head! How are your feeling?” you grunt in response and you look up to her.

Y/N: “I feel gross. My mouth hurts and I can taste blood, ugh so gross. And why is so freaking hot in here?” you scrunch your face and regretted as soon as you felt pain on your mouth. Kara notices your cheeks are getting more swollen and flusher. She puts the back of her hand on your forehead and she can tell you are running a fever.

Kara: “Oh baby you feel too warm. Alex! I think Y/n is running a fever and she looks in pain. Can we give her something?”

Alex walks to the couch to check on you while Lena keeps looking for something in the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards.

Alex: “Ok, let me check” She grabs a thermometer from the bathroom and returns to the couch.

Lena: “Finally!” she smiles while holding a smaller plastic bowl she found in one of the cupboards. She takes the bowl and a couple of pura kiki XK silicone sippers, that are basically bigger sippy cups with fast-flowing spouts that allows for free flow of liquids. They are for kids to help them transitions from bottle nipple. Lena bough several pura bottles to help you during your recovery, they are insulated sippy cups and you can drink easily from them without spilling anything and avoid any accidents. You can’t use straws or anything that would dislodge your stitches or blood clot. She filled one with salt water to help you rinse your mouth and a second one filled with cold strawberry Pedialyte. One of the indications from your doctor was to keep you hydrated, lots of water or beverages like Gatorade or Pedialyte to help you heal up quickly. She walks to the couch while Alex is getting the reading on the thermometer.

Alex: “ok, yes do you have a slight fever. Nothing to concerning at the moment. But we will keep an eye on that” She then walks to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the fridge.

Lena: “Here sweety. Why don’t you try to rinse your mouth with salt water to remove the bad taste and blood? Take a sip and rinse BUT don’t spit it out. Just tip your mouth over the plastic bowl. And then you can drink Pedialyte, is cold and your favorite flavor, strawberry. It will help keep you hydrated and will help with the soreness in your mouth”

You do as instructed with the help of Lena and Kara. You’re sitting in the couch, you let the salt water fall from your mouth to the plastic bowl Y/N: “ugh gross!” And then Kara helps you sit back on the couch and Lena hand you the second bottle filled with cold strawberry Pedialyte. You hum in approval of the cold beverage and sweet taste of it. Alex walks to the couch and sits down next to you and then helps you lay down, you back to her front so she can hold the ice pack to your cheek and forehead to try and alleviate the swelling and heat from the fever.

Alex: “I can’t give you any more pain or fever relivers for at least 2 more hours. And you need to eat something, you haven’t eaten anything since this morning and its already 6pm. You need to have something on your stomach before I can give any more medication. Otherwise you will upset your tummy on top of the pain in your mouth” You’re about to protest about eating something, when she holds out a hand and says: “I know you may not feel like eating right now. But you do need to eat and drink a lot of water. You can have some applesauce or mash potatoes, but you do need to eat something. You’ll feel worse of you don’t. come on sweety you like apple sauce”

You do like apple sauce. Y/N: “Ok, yeah I think I could eat a bit of apple sauce and more Pedialyte, do we have grape flavor?”

Kara laughs at that: “Do we have grape flavor? We HAVE ALL THE FLAVORS available in the state of California here in the fridge and every cupboard and the pantry. Lena bought so much Pedialyte and Gatorade that I don’t think the NFL would have any when the season begins.” She continues to laugh while Lena just glares at her- “Well I wanted to be prepared. I know she likes strawberry, but she will need to drink a lot of fluids and one single flavor can get boring. I just brought any kind I could find in the store, or well stores” she blushes a little and smiles at you.

Kara: “Honey we have so much in the apartment I think we can fill an Olympic pool!”

Lena: “don’t be ridiculous, you are exaggerating. We do have quite a lot of them, but you are being just silly”

You smile at Lena, but because you are feeling a bit emotional, you get a bit teary and your voice breaks a little: “Thank you Lena, that’s so sweet…” you borrow you face on your sister shoulder when a couple of tears began to fall from your eyes.

Lena notices the tears and leans to speak softly to you: “You don’t have to thank me sweet girl, you know I love you and I just want to make sure you get better in no time. So, don’t cry sweetheart. Let me get you some apple sauce and Kara can put any movie you want to watch next. How does that sound?” -Lena runs her fingers softly on your temple and gives you a kiss to your forehead. You smile at her and nod in approval while Alex cradles you body next to her and soothingly pats you back while you keep drinking your Pedialyte.

Alex and Kara can’t contain their smiles on their faces, you look so adorable with your swollen pink cheeks drinking from the bottle while sitting on your sister, it reminds them of when you were little. A cute adorable toddler. You are now an adult, but still you look so adorable and they will always look at you see their little sister. Kara sits next to Alex and holds your feet in her lap and rubs your shins while looking at the movies available on Netflix. She asks which movie you want, and you decide you want to watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. You love that silly movie even tough is childish you really like the rain of food and napolitan ice -cream snowfall. Lena comes back with your apple sauce and once you’re done with that. You keep watching the movie and drink the now grape Pedialyte bottle. However, watching food fall from the sky on screen you remembered something, you wanted a corn dog and the apple sauce only helped to open up your appetite, you are feeling a bit better and also hungry after watching so much cartoon food.

N/N: “Alex, can I please have a corn dog?” – you ask your sister and putting on your best puppy eyes so you can get what you want from her or Kara or even Lena. Kara snorts at your face and the way you are asking Alex for food. Lena just chuckles but she can feel a meltdown about to happens any moment.

Alex: “you know you can’t eat that right now Y/N. The doctor said you could eat soft and bland food for the next couple days. I can make you some mash potatoes, we have pudding, Jell-O, Greek yogurt…”

Lena: “yes, also if you want, I can make you some tomato or carrot soup…” they kept listing soft and more appropriate food options for you to eat. However, you were set on getting a corn dog, you are stubborn and feeling like crap, so you think you deserve a corn dog, corn dogs are soft anyways.

You interrupt their rambling list of food, “I want a CORN DOG!, corn dogs are soft I can eat one, I don’t want soup or yogurt. I want real food!!!” you frown and pout at them when no one is agreeing to get you a corn dog. You get up from your sister’s lap to look down at your sister and put on your best serious pouty face.

Kara pauses the movie and Lena walks to the kitchen to see what else she can offer you and try to avoid a full-scale meltdown for not getting you way.

Alex: “Y/N that’s no way to ask for things. Don’t be rude and don’t rise your voice at me or Lena. I’m not trying to be mean; you can’t have corn dogs right now. We don’t even have corn dogs in the apartment. Lena bought a lot of healthy and good options for you to eat. Please get that pout off your face right now. You won’t be able to eat many things in the next week or so. You have two gapping wholes in your mouth. you can’t risk disrupting your blood clot or stiches, if you do, you can cause severe pain to your incisions and risk infection if food gets stuck inside the area. We can get you corn dogs or any type of food you want next week. You need to avoid hot and extremely hot food or drinks. They will hurt, a lot and you don’t want that, do you? – she tells you in a severe motherly tone and you feel your eyes burn with unshed tears.

You know is childish and you know she is right, but still you don’t care, you already endure getting your teeth removed, you feel like you deserve the corn dog. You became quite agitated with embarrassment at being reprimanded like a little kid and being told no, so you act before you think. They can see it coming but they are unable to stop you before you do it. you are frustrated and cranky, so you stump your foot like really really hard on the floor and cross your arms, the moment your foot touches the hard surface of the apartment floor, you regret it instantly. Searing hot white pain shot through you like lighting making you feel dizzy and disoriented. The pain is unbearable and blood start coming out from your mouth.

Alex and Kara are next to you in a flash catching you before you can collapse on the floor and make things even worse, you are in so much pain you can barely think on anything but the constant pounding of your head and mouth. you can’t even speak; you just feel blood dribble from your mouth to your chin.

Alex: “Oh my God! Y/N what did you do!!! Oh shit, Lena please bring some towels and my phone please. I need to call her dentist. Oh, honey I know, it hurts, please try to take deep breaths, ride the pain I know it hurts but please…”

Kara: “Oh no no no no”…. She begins to panic while looking at how pale you became and the blood pouring from your mouth. She lifts you up and cradles you while you cry and grab onto your head with bout hands in a way to make the pain stop.

Lena rushes back to the living room with ice packs and towels in hand. Kara sits down on the couch holding you close trying to make your pain bearable by being close and making soothing touches to your back and arms while Alex couches you through the pain and Lena passes the ice pack to Kara to keep them to your cheek while she works on cleaning the blood on your lips and chin. You look absolutely miserable; you are experiencing so much pain you can’t think straight all you can feel is pain and hear voices that don’t make much sense. Alex grabs the phone from Lena and calls your doctor and is currently explaining what just happened, the doctor tells Alex that most likely you rupture one of the blood clots and that’s why you are bleeding from the incisions, it’s been less than 6 hours since the surgery and strenuous activity was a big no for you. The doctor mentions to Alex she needs a prescription for a much stronger pain medication, the over the counter stuff won’t cut it for you right now. Alex is watching you with so much sorrow in her eyes she hopes you could just pass out from the pain so you can stop suffering so much before she can get the pain meds you need.

Everyone is at lost while you go trough the ripples of pain from you no SO wise choice. Fortunately, you go limp in Kara’s arms. You finally passed out from pain. Your sisters and Lena with tears in their eyes at watching you struggle with the pain.

Kara is the most affected one, she is currently crying big fat tears while holding you near her and saying sweet things while you lay unconscious in her arms.

Lena stands up and holds Alex hand in hers for a moment, trying to collect herself before speaking. “Alex you need to get the prescription for the pain meds Y/N needs. She may not be unconscious for long and when she wakes up, she will be in such much pain. I will check her stitches and see if she ruptured them or if she dislodged the blood clots. Either way she needs the pain meds. You should bring a suture kit just in case in addition to the pain meds”

Alex just nods and stands up, looks down at you and tenderly caresses your temple and cheek and then walks to get her wallet and car keys. Lena walks to the bathroom to clean her hands and grab the things she needs to check on your incisions. Kara continuous to hold you and looking at your pale face. She knows this is not a matter of life or death, you will be fine. But she hates to see you in so much pain, you are her little sister and feels like she needs to protect you from all the evils of the world. Even if those evils sometimes are nasty pains from removing useless pieces of bone from your mouth. With the stunt you pulled by making your incisions bleed and probably dislodged the blood clots, you just made your suffering prolong even more and you will be finding out this very soon.

Note: I was not planning on making this second part so angsty, it just happened, I guess. I’ll try to get it fluffier next chapter.

all mistakes are mine i was in a hurry i was supposed to be working but hey, i got distracted and before i knew it i had this second part. didn't have the time to check the grammar so, apologies in advance. let me know what you think.

Next ---Part 3: You wake up, pain and more fluff.

#baby danvers #alex x baby danvers #kara danvers imagine #lena luthor imagine #lena x reader #supercorp #supergirl #alex danvers #kara x reader #kara danvers #lena x supergirl #lena luthor

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tsipasce · 3 years

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Same Difference Ch.16

Her back ached as she hunched over her keyboard, only moving to grab the odd paper and examine it. Straightening up for the first time in hours she glanced at the clock on the wall that read 10:45pm, realizing she'd neglected two out of three meals today. Once Overhaul had left, she decided to catch up on paperwork and hadn't gotten up since, except to go to the bathroom and grab a glass of water. On her visit to the fridge, she was unsurprised to find nothing but water and condiments. Of all the ways to be a normal bachelor, he chooses this one… she bemoaned, trying to formulate a dinner strategy while on house arrest. After a beat, she made a couple calls,confident she'd found a loophole.

An hour or so later, the smell of lemon and herbs filled the kitchen as she checked between dishes. After going through her mental list of recipes, she decided chicken picatta with a side of rice would be easiest while also sating her growing hunger. Smelling the sauce, she grabbed a spoon to gauge if the seasoning was up to snuff. Closing her eyes, she considered the flavor.

"What are you doing?"

"Aggh!" She clutched her chest, almost choking on the sauce. Catching her breath, she shot him a ghastly look before continuing, "I know this is your house and all, but could you please not use the ~hitman stealth~ walk while I'm here?"

"No. You should just be more alert. Now answer my question: what are you doing?"

"Ah, well I know by your sad fridge you may not be familiar with the concept, but this is called 'cooking'." She piped in her best kindergarten teacher voice.

"Do not start with me tonight." He looked genuinely angry as he took a step forward, "Where did you get the ingredients? I specifically asked you not to leave and yo—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill out, Joe Goldberg, I stayed in the box. "

"What?"

"Ugh, if you watched TV like a normal person that would have been a great joke—anyway, what I'm saying is I didn't leave."

"Elaborate."

"Well it's this show about a guy who traps a gi—"

"Dammit I mean about how you got the ingredients without leaving."

"Oh yes, well I texted Kurono to call one of the guys who then called another dude who ordered it on Mostpates who then went back through the chain of communication until it was delivered to the door by one of your subordinates—with whom I had zero contact with—and now here I am. Still very much isolated from the outside world. Happy?"

He paused, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he towered over her. She deadpanned back until he relented, rolling his eyes and sighing; irritated with her consistent sass, but relieved Nanami was safe. Relieved a valuable ally was uncompromised, he sternly corrected as though to convince himself. Try as he may, the frequency of his little "unprofessional slips" when it came to her kept increasing. He reasoned that introducing her to Pop—the Boss, was simply strategic and necessary as she became more involved in their organization. These faux pas where he'd praise her behind her back to the Boss during their weekly dinners or lapse into these fantasies, he wouldn't dare speak aloud were merely obstacles he'd need to overcome. At some point. She's just an ally. He lied to himself yet again, before addressing her, "Don't do that without informing me first next time."

"Yes s— I mean, you bet." She said nervously clearing her throat before turning back to the stove. She would've continued indulging in her favorite pastime of getting on his nerves, but decided not to after getting a good look at him in the light. He looked tired and her sympathy won out over her need to continue poking the bear. Deciding it would be more sensible to make nice with her new roommate, she took a chance. "You know, I made a lot more than I was expecting if you wan—"

"I don't need anything from you," he reflexively shot back.

"Fine. Suit yourself." she shrugged turning back to the stove. One step forward, fifteen steps back. What do I even expect?

*grooowwwlll*

Her head slowly swiveled to him; her brows raised. She took the sauce off the heat, drizzling the aromatic cream over the steaming rice and herb-crusted chicken. She confidently maintained eye contact for dramatic effect, though she was quite surprised she didn't spill anything. A staring contest ensued, though they both knew the winner was the one who already possessed the literal chicken dinner. "Care to rethink your answer?"

"… If I get food poisoning it'll be your end." He acquiesced.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just hurry before it gets cold."

They sat down at the table across from each other, setting their places. Forgetting to get utensils, Nanami got back up and headed to the kitchen to retrieve them. "You can start without me, I forgot something," she said with her back turned as she found the drawer she was looking for. Looking at the pans, she decided it would be much less of a pain to put them in the sink now instead of after her self-induced food coma. As she reached for the pan, she heard a faint rustling and a hushed "Thanks for the food" coming from the table. She went wide-eyed for a split second at the realization, Well, guess you can't eat through a mask… gulping at the thought of finally seeing his face, she shooed the feelings away as mere curiosity, to no avail. Suddenly it felt too nerve-wracking to turn around as she continued to overthink, her utensils having been found long ago.

"If you leave your plate out any longer, I'm going to throw it away."

"What? That makes zero sen—" she turned to reflexively bicker but stopped short. After seeing someone masked for so long it felt strangely intimate to see his face. He was still facing forward, calmly devouring the meal as she studied his profile, his features catching the warm light above the dining table. Nanami hadn't known what she'd expected to see, but it wasn't this. It might have been less surprising if he had some maniacal countenance or monstrous face, but he just looked… Normal… Normal…and really fucking cute. Shit. Her conflicted look of disgust with herself and fascination with him was promptly misinterpreted as he turned to see why she'd stopped grimaced back at her as she continued her appraisal, finding his full expressions, instead of just eyes, to still be a jarring sight.

"Do you have something to say?"

"N-No, just getting some eating sticks! I mean utensils. Eating. Utensils." She cleared her throat, exuding awkwardness.

"…Right."

Exhaling, she hurriedly made her way back to the table, trying to carry on normally. She began eating, her hunger taking her mind off the previous blunder. Looking up to grab the pitcher of water to refill her glass, she inadvertently caught his gaze. Certain this would be a rare occurrence, she decided if she wanted to gawk, it would have to be now. Today she'd gotten a face and a name, and suddenly he seemed a lot more… human.

"You have a staring problem, and I'm going to fix it in a very unpleasant way if you don't stop."

Nevermind. "Says the guy that's blinked all of 3 times in the past 4 months." She scoffed," I don't have a 'staring problem,' I was just… surprised to see your face is all."

He paused before continuing eating, but she could tell he was still thinking, "… what's surprising about it?"

Now able to fully evaluate his expressions, Nanami could tell he was a mixture of indignant, but curious. I can work with that. "Hm? Oh nothing, nothing at all… Except…" she leaned forward across the table, her eyes heavy-lidded as they travelled from his eyes to his mouth, committing the pleasant features to memory.

He was focused now. "Except?" the word came out softer than intended, as she was close enough for him to catch the scent of lavender, the t-shirt she wore forming an almost dangerously revealing dip as she leaned forward. His jaw clenched as he fought to maintain eye contact, trying not to blatantly appreciate her suggestive positioning. The walls of the room felt as though they were shifting closer together as he waited with bated breath for her answer, or action.

"Except…You have rice on it," she tapped on her own face to show him where, grinning at his look of exasperation as she plopped back down to finish her last bite of food, missing how he briefly deflated. "So, how was it?"

"I don't feel any early signs of food poisoning," he began "but we'll see how the rest of the night goes."

Now feeling the sleepiness beginning to take over, she was too tired to give a quality retort. Sighing, she got up, grabbing her dish as she made her way back to the kitchen to clean up, the day finally catching up to her. She placed her dish in the sink and began searching for the gloves to start washing. Before she could locate them, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Move."

"Really? I share my food and then you insult it—surprise, surprise—and now I can't even clean up in peace" She began, but stopped as she turned to see him, his hands already clad in the yellow latex. His face was expressionless as he moved in her place and began tidying up. Taking it as her cue to leave, she dragged herself to her room to get ready for bed before he called back to her.

"Thank you for the food. It wasn't bad at all." He said, his back still turned as he continued cleaning.

She stopped, a half-smile appearing on her face as she could see he was trying to make nice, though he was obviously still not used to it, "…You're welcome. Hey, Overhaul?"

"Yes?"

"You should get some rest."

"Don't need it. Per our conversation earlier, I have unlimited stamina."

"Sure, but you can't overhaul your mind, now can you?"

"Ok, Dr. Phil." He mocked and her eyes shot wide. Before she could respond he continued, "And no, I will not answer further questions about that reference or how I know it. Goodnight."

Stifling a laugh, she turned to walk back to her room, "Goodnight."

The next week went by without incident and they began to form a routine. At 5:30 they'd get up to get ready for their jog. Nanami could tell she was on schedule by the sound of footsteps and water running next door that mirrored her own. Once finished, they'd convene in the front room, put on their shoes and head outside to stretch. Very few words if any were spoken, but Nanami enjoyed the comfortable silence. At work it was always expected that she'd be overtly personable and chatty, but she knew he had no such expectations. She could zone out and just exist and that was alrigh—

"Ahem", he cleared his throat as he waited expectantly for her to start their morning run. His hands bare for the first time in ages as one of his subordinates ordered the wrong brand, and he swore he'd break into hives if he used them. Both of them were sure they wouldn't need to touch any public surfaces on their run so the rarity of the occasion was dismissed.

"Oops, coming."

Without another word they began, Nanami putting her headphones in. After their third run, he was satisfied that he could handle an ambush as they gathered more intel about the Okamura, and she could indulge in her music while they ran. One of her favorite songs came on and she began stepping to the rhythm as her shoulders started to roll and her head bobbed to the beat, soon after she began mouthing the words.

"Every time I comb my hair

Thoughts of you get in my eyes

You're a sinner, I don't care

I just want your creamy thighs"

All the while she didn't realize her erratic movements and lip-syncing had caught Overhaul's attention as he watched from the corner of his eye. A few months ago, he wouldn't have been able to stomach the thought of sharing his home and free time with someone else without breaking out in hives, but now it felt… comfortable. It was comforting to come home to someone, to work with them and not be annoyed to the point of homicide (for him it was more rare than most), it was comforting knowing that someone was her.

She looked so carefree, so happy in the midst of everything while he felt the weight of the world had made permanent indentions on his shoulders. She didn't fit in this world; she didn't belong here. Or to anyone. The thought crossing his mind bitterly as his inner monologue took a familiar, pessimistic turn. Just looking at her brought that sickening warmth to his chest he coveted but didn't recognize as something he was capable of… that is until a couple of months ago. Now he found it showing up more and more, clouding his judgment. It was distracting. He had an objective and she was an important variable in achieving said objective—nothing more. How dare she make him... feel or even question if he was able to. It was disgusting.

Now able to recognize the feeling of being silently judged by him, Nanami looked up to meet his gaze. "Weren't you just lecturing me the other day about having a 'staring problem'?"

"I'm not staring, I'm just wondering why you're carrying on like this in public."

"Pssh, enjoying music—the great music of the illustrious Prince, nonetheless—is totally grounds for 'carrying on in public.' Being carefree every now and again isn't a sin, you know."

"There are enough frivolous people in the world. Why should I have to indulge them?"

"You call it frivolous; I call it taking happy moments when they come. You should just let people enjoy things and stop being such a stick in the mud. You never know, maybe you'll do something ~*wild*~ like enjoy yourself for once."

"Not all of us have the luxury of being empty-headed and self-indulgent."

At this she stopped running, the words sounding more like a personal attack than broad commentary. "What, so I'm a careless idiot just because I don't brood about my self-induced problems all the time?"

Their similarities began to surface as he took her comment in like fashion, both of them now offended at scenarios they'd created in their own heads. "'Self-induced'? You know nothing about my perceived 'problems' or how they came about. Nothing." His irritation quickly morphed into anger the more he thought about the implication that he'd chosen this life.

"And you don't know anything about my problems either. Just because I choose to be happy every blue moon and my issues usually don't involve me snuffing people out on the regular doesn't mean they aren't also really shitty."

"Oh, so you accidently blow up one kid and now it's a trauma you get to use as a crutch?"

Upon saying this, her posture straightened, and she looked at him evenly, a cold rage emanating from her. "So, you think that's all there is to me? I'm just some spoiled brat who's always had her way and now that I'm exposed to your big, scary reality, my little traumas don't compare? My tender little world is being shattered by the brutality and violence of your 'real' one? If anything is self-indulgent it's your narcissistic assumption that you're sob story is somehow worse than everyone else's" she said, venom dripping from her words.

He hadn't seen her like this before. They say when telling a person's age, that wrinkles and proportions are the best tells. In truth, there's a certain "look" that begins to form over time, one's experiences flash behind their eyes, an amalgamation of memories; they've seen things, their innocence eroding with every visage adding years to even the most verdant skin. As Nanami spoke, he saw an age in her eyes that didn't match her face. There was a certainty in her gaze that only came from seeing the grotesque with one's own eyes and deciding to keep looking. Her words were telling, but her stare was what filled the pages of the novel being written between them. Ever obsessed with purity, he assumed he'd be repulsed by the revelation, but it only made her seem closer. Her presumed naivety that he thought separated them was being chipped away. He wanted to know more, to become closer.

He was entranced as she seemingly riled herself up, "I've been through more than you could ev—" She stopped short, shaking her head as she bit her lip, looking off into the distance at something only she could see.

"What do you mean?" He coaxed her to finish her thought, now hopeful.

"No. I think I've told you enough. You've made your judgment and I'll have to live with the fact that I made a mistake, as will you."

"What? This conversation isn't ov—"

"You don't get to decide that," she snapped. "I'm heading back, and I suggest you take the long way around."

A grave look came across his face at being commanded, "That's not how this works, and you will not cut me off again, or I'll-"

"Or you'll what?" She was back in his face, a familiar defiance in her eyes. If she was poking the bear before, this was an entire stabbing.

"You don't want this." He warned.

"You have no idea what I want."

As things boiled over, they were much too close, a static in the air building between them, fingers pointed as they continued to argue. They were ultimately too close, for no more than a millisecond, but that small error was all it took for the reaction that followed. In that brief moment, they made contact, a blast followed that sent them both flying in opposite directions. Nanami hit one of the walls that lined the streets with a sickening thud. She slumped, unconscious, a stream of red dying her silver hair.

#here's your fluff witha side of angst #overhaul #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #bnha #mha overhaul #overhaul fanfiction #mha fanfic #overhaul x oc #bnha fanfic #mha oc #overhaul x nanami #overhaul fanfic #shie hassaikai #fanfiction #fanfic

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thesleepycrypto · 4 years

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Apex Prompt: Spicy Noodle Challenge

Crypto x Octane (Apex Legends)

The phone was slowly set up on its tripod, a pair of hands fiddling with it, adjusting it so that it was just right. A small laugh of success left the junkie before he jumped back into his chair, the phone counting down until it would record.

3...2...1...

“Wazzupppp oct-fans! Ohh I miss all of you but guess what compadres? I got somethin special for ya all! And trust me, it’s crazy!” Octane went on with his intro, chuckling and boasting and just enjoying himself. The junkie jumped up in his chair, squatting with either foot on either arm chair.

“Today, amigos, we’re going to be taking on the nuclear fire noodle challenge! Oooo! I’m excited! I hope you are to. But I won’t be doing this alone.” Octane grinned and turned, throwing his hands towards the korean male beside him, who looked none to thrilled to be there, to introduce him. Crypto didn’t exactly want any part of this. One because he really wasn’t hungry, and two because he had other things he could be doing that were more important than this blog

“I’ll be joined by my closest compadre Crypto! It’s a competition amigos! Who can finish their bowl the fastest. Heh, we obviously know who here will win” octane bragged, in which Crypto just rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“We’ll see about that... baegchi” Crypto uttered out. Octane got up and leaned over to the table, grabbing a bowl for himself and Crypto. Octane wiggles back in his seat, still squatted in it while Crypto sat nornally and stared down at his bowl of noodles, grabbing the chop sticks with expertise. Octane pulled his mask off, leaving his bright green goggles on as he hovered his hand over the timer. The junkie glanced at Crypto with an excited grin.

“Ready compadre?”

“Mhm...” Crypto hummed in response, already moving his chopsticks and picking up a clump of hot slippery noodles.

Octanes hand came down on the timer, signaling the challenge to begin. Octane immediately shoved his face full of noodles, stuffing his cheeks as much as he could. The heat began to settle on his tongue, making him wince but he tried to power through it, scooping up another mouthful of noodles and stuffing his face.

Crypto on the other hand took his time. He pinched good bits of noodles with his chopsticks and lifted them to his lips, grabbing them and slurping slowly, using his chopsticks to feed the noodles into his mouth. Crypto has had experience with these noodles before, he used to eat them a lot when he was younger. He could handle them, but glancing towards octane made him a little worried, swallowing his portion before speaking.

“Octavio. You’re going to hurt yourself” he warned, watching the male stuff his face. The red chili fire sauce was already smothered over octanes lips and cheeks, stuffing another mouthful into his mouth. By this point tears began to erupt from his eyes, sweat prickling at his forehead. This was a lot spicier than he imagined. He brushed off crypto’s words and swallowed hard, clearing his mouth and already scooping up another bite.

“The more you talk the more you loose!” He chimed towards the male. Octane grunted, leaning over for a second and coughing. “Dios mio...” he muttered, his mouth dropping open and panting a bit. “Wooo! Damn! This is spicy!” He huffed towards the camera, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face off, even wiping off his tongue a little.

All the while crypto just watched the junkie, shaking his head before resuming his own eating, slurping up another medium sized bite and swallowing from there. Crypto could feel the heat, but being used to it, it didn’t bother him. He broke a smal sweat but he wasn’t panting like a dog like octane beside him.

Octane tried to brush off the spice, inhaling sharply to cool off his tongue before picking up another bite of noodles. He was barely halfway done. “Woo. Alright. Rapido!” He huffed to himself and began to shove more noodles into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as the contact with the spice on his tongue really lit it up in flames. Octane shook his head, wincing past the pain as he tried chewing. This only prompted him to gag, grunting and covering his mouth before forcing the noodles down. It was just getting worse and worse. Octane let his tongue roll out of his mouth, panting and trying to cool it off.

“I can do this... I can do this amigos!” He tried to encourage himself, shakily grabbing up another bite of noodles. Before he stuffed his face he glanced towards Crypto. The junkies eyes immediately widened, seeing the male was almost already finished with his bowl.

Crypto continued to calmly slurp up and eat his noodles, his actions smooth and unbothered unlike octane who had to take breaks frequently. Crypto would occasionally grunt and take a breath but other than that he seemed completely fine.

Octane fumed for a minute, lowering his fork full of noodles. “How-... what- how are you doing that?!” The junkie blurted out, still panting to cool off his tongue.

Crypto was in the middle of chewing before gulping and turning to octane with a small smirk after licking his lips clean.

“The more you talk the more you loose” crypto mocked with that little smirk of his. To this octane huffed, growling and shoving another mouthful of fire noodles into his mouth, giving out a whine of pain as the spice blew up in his mouth, making him squirm in his seat and bounce his legs.

Crypto watched, slurping up his last bit of noodles and chewing as he observed octane suffer from the heat. Crypto gulped and chuckled through his nose, letting a small breath escape his lips, sitting up more in his chair, breathing through his mouth to cool of his own tongue. He now just waited for octane to finish, a small victorious smirk plastered on his pink lips.

Octane was drooling, sweating and crying, pressing napkins to his mouth trying to stop the spice. He wiped off his eyes and glanced to crypto, noticing he was actually finished. Octane finally threw in the white flag, slamming his hand on the timer and stopping it.

“Ok-... o-ok. I give up its to- Ah-.. ahhhh mierda!-... it’s to spicy... I can’t do no more amigos...” he said in defeat, slowly leaning back in his chair, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth to try to cool off. “That’s it for now amigos. Adios!... I’ll see you next time on my next adventure...” and with that he weakly reaches up and ended the video, slumping back into his chair with a long moan of pain. The spice just wouldn’t go away. And each time he exhaled it just felt worse.

Crypto had observed the whole time, finally standing up with a small chuckle at octanes behavior. He walked away for a brief moment, leaving octane to suffer and moan in silence before he returned with a nice cold glass of milk. And a box of ice cream. Vanilla flavor.

“Here. It’ll relieve the pain” crypto said, his deep voice as smooth as silk. Octane slowly looked up at crypto, his eyes widening at the milk being handed to him. He swiped it from crypto’s grip, spilling a little and immediately chugging the whole thing. Crypto stood back, watching octane with a frown.

“You should drink more slowly, baegchi” he said with a low sigh. Octane shook his head and let out a groan as he laid back again, letting out a relieved sigh, setting the empty cup down.

“Muchos gracias amigo...” octane uttered out, feeling the spice die down a bit, though it still lingered.

Crypto sat back down beside octane, slowly prying open the tub of ice cream. To this octane sat up, taking off his goggles and setting them aside, his eyes catching sight of the tub of ice cream. His eyes immediately went soft, looking to crypto with the softest of looks, pure puppy eyes. Crypto said nothing and handed the junkie a spoon, pulling out a spoon for himself.

“It’s not all for you. You have to share” the hacker stated, giving octane a serious look before easing up and softly smirking, secretly adoring those puppy eyes. Octane smiled and chuckled, digging his spoon into the frozen desert, lifting up a nice wad of ice cream and letting it melt over his tongue, humming in delight.

“You’re the best, mi amor” octane said gratefully through his mouthful of ice cream. Crypto chuckled again softly and shook his head, scooping up his own small bit of ice cream and eating it slowly.

“So I’ve heard, nae salang” crypto responded softly.

“So does this mean you’ll edit my video to?”

“No”

“Please?”

“No”

“Pretty please?~”

“Octavio, I said no”

That’s when crypto made the mistake of glancing in octanes direction, immediately catching sight of those puppy eyes.

“... ¿por favor?”

Crypto finally let out a low defeated sigh, looking away and licking off a bit of ice cream from his spoon with a frown. “Fine”.

“Yip ya! Muchos gracias!”

“Don’t mention it...”

#i had to write this i couldn’t get over it #im proud of this #cryptane #crypto apex #crypto apex legends #apex ships #apex crypto #apex legends crypto #tae joon park #crypto #octane #octane apex legends #apex legends octane #octavio silva #apex octane #apex #apex legends

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 4 years

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Replay ch. 1

Did I start yet ANOTHER AU? Yes, I did. Callum, Ezran, Soren, and Claudia run a popular YouTube channel while Rayla is a lawyer that Callum asks to model for him. Plans for the fic to be rated E down the line.

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Callum smiled as he sat in front of the camera, Ezran, Soren and Claudia to his side. “Hello, everyone and welcome to the first video of our new channel. My name is Callum Evans.”

“I’m Ezran Williams.”

“Soren Ricci,” Soren winked at the camera.

“And I’m Claudia Ricci.”

Callum nodded. “And we are going to be trying spicy snacks.” Soren and Claudia immediately paled. “We saw the video the Try Guys did and me and Ezran said ‘there’s no way half of that is that hot.’”

“Nope,” Ezran shook his head.

“And I know what you’re thinking, ‘what do you four know about spice?’ Well, first, Ezran and I are actually half-siblings. Our mom and aunt are half-Thai and half-Korean, and if you know anything about Thai or Korean food, it’s really spicy. My dad was mostly German and Irish, but he spent a lot of summers in India and the Sichuan area of China due to his parents’ work as translators. So, there’s that spicy food again.”

“And my dad is half-Jamaican and half-African-American. If you’ve never had Jamaican food, it uses a lot of herbs and spices to make everything on the flavor profile. My grandmother, in connecting to her roots, started getting really into traditional African cuisine which tends to involve a lot of chili and warming spices. Also, our aunt is married to a lovely woman from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, so we’ve had lot of Congolese cooking as well. The ultimate comfort food in our house is probably a West African spicy peanut soup.”

“If you’ve never had it, go make some right now,” Callum nodded.

Soren gulped. “Claudia and I are terrible with spicy food. I am also mildly lactose intolerant so I really hope there is no cheese here.”

“Hate it,” Claudia said. “I like a good cake or ice cream.”

“Clauds is super into dessert.”

Ezran smiled. “As am I. My favorite flavor profile is sweet. I got our mom’s sweet tooth. While Callum’s got a thing for spice.”

Callum nodded. “My step-dad, Ezran’s dad, not only grew-up on Jamaican and traditional African dishes, he also grew-up with Brazilian neighbors who would bring traditional Brazilian barbeque, called churrasco, to all the neighborhood cook-outs. Well, let’s stop talking about it. Let’s get down to this. We have all ten items the Try Guys used-”

Claudia gasped. “Please tell me you didn’t get those rock candies!?”

“Of course, I did!” Callum set all the items on the table in the box he had put them before pulling out the candies.

Soren groaned. “NOOO. We’re gonna die.”

Ezran sniffed. “No, it’s a psychological thing where your brain is saying it’s on fire.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

Callum smiled. “Let’s do this! First,” Callum took out the Cheetos, “Flaming Hot Cheetos. The Try Guys didn’t use the chili lime ones, which I find a shame, because there’s more flavor in those even though they aren’t quite as spicy.”

“I agree,” Ezran said as he opened the bag. “Chili lime is a classic flavor combination. Put it on mango and I am pretty happy.” The bag was passed and they all tried one. “Not spicy at all.”

Callum ate another. “Nope. They’re good, but there’s no real heat there.”

Soren groaned. “This is perfect for me. It’s got a bit of heat, but it’s not overwhelming.”

Claudia nodded. “I agree. I don’t want to go hotter.”

Callum shook his head. “For those of you who are wondering, Soren and Claudia are siblings and childhood friends of me and Ezran. Their dad and our dad are best friends. But, when they come over for dinner, our family has to seriously downgrade the spice level or else these two freak out.”

“And,” Ezran interrupted, “when we go to their place, we have to bring our own hot sauce. Well, that’s mostly Callum. He carries hot sauce in his bag.”

“That’s because mango chutney doesn’t travel well.”

“See, mango chutney is almost going into too hot territory for me. At least, the brand Callum buys is.”

“That’s because I buy authentic and get it shipped directly from a company that makes traditional chutneys here in the States. Next snack; Takis Fuego.” Callum held up the bag. “This time, we got the chili lime!”

“Chili lime!” Ezran pumped both his arms up.

Callum opened the bag and took one, passing it to Ezran before moving it on to Soren and Claudia. “What I taste most is that lime flavor, which is fine with me. I want it hotter, but I love lime, so I’m not complaining.”

“It’s not bad,” Claudia affirmed. “I actually do like this. Like you said, that lime is what’s really hitting, but the spicy is there.”

Ezran hummed. “Can I have the rest of the bag when we’re done?”

“Sure.”

Soren blinked a bit. “I think it’s spicier than you guys are giving it credit, but it’s pretty good. I would take that lime flavor over the chili.”

“It adds to it Soren.”

“Chili is pain!”

“Life is pain!” Callum retorted.

Claudia rolled her eyes. “Not another ‘Princess Bride’ reference. You watched it once and you wouldn’t stop quoting it.”

“Inconceivable.”

Ezran raised a brow. “‘You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.’” Callum laughed, high-fiving Ezran as Soren and Claudia watched on.

“Nerds,” Claudia and Soren sang out.

“Proud of it,” came Ezran and Callum’s reply.

“OK,” Ezran said. “What’s next?”

Callum looked at his notes. “Pulparindo! Tamarind candy.” Callum handed each of them their own packet. “It’s kind of like a fruit leather.”

They went through all the snacks, Soren and Claudia progressively begging for milk as they went. “MILK!” Soren gasped on the Carolina Reaper jerky.

“You’re lactose intolerant, Soren,” Claudia coughed.

“MILDLY.”

“You guys got soy milk?”

Callum nodded. “I keep some in the fridge in case Aunt Amaya comes over.” Soren ran for the fridge in Callum’s house. They weren’t planning on saying anything if the channel continued, but they were currently in Callum’s father’s childhood home. His grandparents rented it out to him for school because they had moved into a retirement community. He had completely renovated it and now had this room designed just for these videos. “You OK, Soren? We’ve got one last item, the Sonoran Spice Company’s Carolina Reaper Pebbles.”

“NOOOOO!” came Soren’s scream from the kitchen.

Ezran started laughing, taking a handful of the leftover Takis. “Come on, Soren! You’ve come this far.”

Claudia looked close to sobbing as she looked at the snacks on the table. “It’s so hot. I can’t taste my own tongue.”

“You can’t taste your tongue, Clauds.”

“SHUT UP.”

Ezran laughed at the two as Callum snuck a few Takis for himself. “For those of you at home, there is no denying that that jerky is hot. Callum and I just crave the heat while Soren and Claudia do not.”

Soren finally came back, sighing as he looked at the camera. “I’m gonna die.”

Callum opened the candy, pouring a few into his hands and passing it over to the others. Ezran took more while Soren and Claudia each only took two. “That’s all you want?” Callum asked.

“YES,” came the combined response from Soren and Claudia. The four put it in their mouths together. Immediately, Soren and Claudia freaked out, reaching for the white bread Callum had brought them earlier. Callum and Ezran coughed a bit, but, for the most part, they had built up a tolerance that didn’t make it as painful as if they had gone right to the candy.

Ezran nodded. “It’s hot. No denying it. But, I think the jerky was hotter.”

Callum nodded as well. “No doubt, jerky was a bit hotter. But I picked the candy last because of how the Try Guys reacted to it. I was wondering if maybe it was the hottest thing.”

“It’s too hot,” Claudia said around a mouthful of bread. “It’s like torture.” Soren whimpered in response, gulping more of his soy milk.

“Well, I guess that’s all the time we got. Please subscribe to our channel as we continue to, most likely, eat food or, maybe just do whatever we want. ‘Til next time.”

Soren turned to Callum. “Why do you get to do the sign-off?”

“Because this was my idea.”

“You almost killed me!”

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Rayla snorted as she walked into the cheese shop with her coworkers. Maybe it was Runaan’s influence, but she was a bit of a cheese snob. Scottish food was mostly friend, but Runaan had grown up in England and spent a few years in France, leading to strong feelings about what made a good cheese, but she had not been impressed with any of the cheeses her coworkers considered ‘good.’ “I’m telling you, you have to go to an actual cheesemonger. The grocery is not good enough. At least go to a delicatessen.”

“Rayla, we’re lawyers. We don’t have time to go to a cheesemonger and have them select a variety of cheeses for us.”

“We do blue sky, fraud. We have time.” Rayla walked in, making sure her suit was still well-pressed. She didn’t like a wrinkled suit when she paid good money to get it dry-cleaned. When they looked around, they saw a group of four at a table, several cameras around them and a few people also there. Her cheesemonger, Marcos, was talking to them. She saw a jar of one of her favorites, Meredith Dairy Marinated Goat, on the table. “The kind they have on the table? It’s really good. Spreads amazingly on bread.”

One of the guys at the table, a young man with green eyes looked over and did a double-take. She made eye contact, slightly startled by just how green his eyes were. The rest of the table looked over at the group, a few jaws hanging open. Marcos smiled over at her, walking over. “Rayla! Sorry, we’re filming a video right now. Did you want to get your usual?”

“That’ll work. I was hoping to convert my coworkers to actual decent cheese because if I went to one more office party where someone brought an unaged cheddar and no other options, I was going to lose my mind.”

“Got it. Let me go get that cheese for you.”

Rayla’s coworker raised a brow. “Now what?”

“We go back to the office and try it. Because once it gets home, it’s not leaving my apartment unless it’s part of my lunch.” Rayla walked around the shop, ignoring the video going on until she heard some hissing. She turned her head, making eye contact with the boy from before again. He gulped, walking forward. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of her coworkers, Kasef, glare at him. “Back off, Kasef,” she muttered to herself.

“Hey,” the guy stuttered a bit as he made it to her.

“Hello,” she answered. His eyes went wider, probably at her distinctly Scottish accent. “Yes, my accent is real. I grew up in Aberdeen, Scotland. Can I help you?”

The boy flushed. “Yes, actually. My name is Callum Evans. I’m an artist and I would love to paint you.”

Rayla tilted her head. It was a unique come-on. “What’s that video your doing? Art?”

“YouTube. It’s a thing I do with my brother and my childhood friends. Being an artist isn’t the most lucrative thing if you don’t do graphic design. I do commissions and try to sell my art, but there’s always low points. YouTube helps off-set that.”

“Fair. YouTubers don’t really have a good reputation.”

“I know. We’re not involved in any of that drama or crazy stuff going on. Claudia does make-up, but, she mostly sticks within our circle of food YouTubers.”

“Mostly food?”

“Mostly food.”

Rayla nodded. “How do I know you’re an artist?”

Callum reached for his phone. “Here’s my Instagram and a couple of my sketches that I haven’t posted yet.” He handed her the phone for her to look through.

“You sure you trust me with your phone?”

“Not really, but I’m a stranger asking to draw you. Some level of give and take has to happen here.”

“I agree.” Rayla went through his art, humming as she saw the variety of subjects, though he tended to focus on people. There were a lot of pictures of the same three women. “You like drawing women?”

“That’s my mom, my aunt, and my aunt’s wife. You’ll also see pictures of my grandmothers and Claudia.” Rayla looked closely at a few of the pictures. She could see the family resemblance between him and some of the women, particularly in the jawline and cheekbones.

She paused on a picture of one of the women he looked like and another one of the three he drew often. They were smiling at each other, flushes on their cheeks. “This picture is beautiful.”

“Thanks. That was at their engagement party.”

“I’m sold.”

“Really?” Callum asked, looking like he couldn’t believe she would say yes. She couldn’t believe it either.

“I have four parents. My biological parents are bodyguards for a member of the royal family and were travelling a lot so I was raised by their best friends, Runaan and Ethari. I got a lot of teasing as a kid for having two dads. If you can draw these two as unabashedly in love as you do, I’m sold on you as a person. I’m Rayla Burrows.” She stuck out her head, giving a slight smile as a he took it. “You have a decent grip.”

“My step-dad taught me how to do a good handshake. Can I have your number so we can plan this?”

“Do you have a studio?”

“Yes…in my house.”

Rayla paused. “Would it bother you if I asked someone I know to come?”

“Not at all. Whatever makes you comfortable.” They exchanged numbers and Callum walked off, looking back at her every few moments. Marcos finally came back with her cheese, smiling. As she walked out of the shop with her coworkers, she cast one last look at the group. Callum Evans…interesting.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #tdp #the dragon prince #au #moonbase fanfics #replay

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flokive · 4 years

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lie to me II - Youngblood

description: part two of my internet bff au featuring ashton irwin // the fight between james and elisabeth left liz feeling lonely and numb. it doesn’t really help that her best friend, fletcher, really wants to know what happened and wants to help, even though he lives in australia and liz lives in europe... writers note: yay! in honor of soft!ashton thursdays here’s the second chapter of lie to me :) don’t really have a lot to say, just a quick thank you to my loves @ashtonsos and @easierlftv for proof reading this <3 // enjoy! hope y’all like it, and, please, don’t worry... fletcher will be more prominent in the story soon... wordcount: 1358

“Remember the words you told me, love me 'til the day I die Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name Takes one to know one You beat me at my own damn game”

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fletchersthoughts

liz? hello? well, you sure know how to get a man eager with anticipation…

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umm, earth to liz? where are you?

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ok, i’m starting to get worried. liz???

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liz, please just message me back. i have got to get some sleep, it’s almost 3am here… love you!!! bye

Liz has been sitting on the floor, numb and empty until her thoughts are interrupted by the smell of burning sauce. As quick as she possibly can, she jumps to her feet and turns off the stove, watching the steam escaping the now blackened pasta sauce. Too tired from the fight to clean up the kitchen mess, she leaves the saucepan on the stove, cracks the window to let the bad smell escape the kitchen, and plumps down on the couch, feeling numb and unable to do anything else.

Liz jolts awake, the sudden movement making her wince. A quick glance at the clock informs her it’s 3 am, the outside world is dark and cold, apart from the spots on the street that are lit up by the street lights. The house is quiet, Liz calls for James, her voice echoes in their empty apartment, and no one responds. He’s still gone and she’s all alone again. A lonely yet guilty feeling washes over Liz as she closes her eyes and rubs her neck, trying to ease the pain caused by the weird sleeping position on the couch. As she slowly rises to her feet, a sad sob leaves her throat when she looks at the kitchen mess. Quickly she turns off the kitchen lights, trying to ignore the mess and the guilt that comes with it. If she just did something else this night, if she just ignored Fletcher this one time, none of this would’ve happened. In the dark, the apartment feels even colder than it did before, maybe even more terrifying than before. Liz rests her head against the doorframe that separates the kitchen with the hallway to their, maybe now only her, bedroom. When she slowly opens the door to the master, her eyes meet the mess James created. Clothes are flung everywhere, a picture frame lies on the ground, the glass shattered and James’ bedside table is cleared. With tears burning in her eyes she tries to pick up the pieces of the picture frame, carefully to let the sharp glass cut her hands, a sad sigh leaves her mouth when she puts the glass shards on her bedside table. She slowly seats herself down on the bed, holding her head between her hands. Salty tears stream down her face when she thinks about everything that’s been said and done. The thoughts if she could’ve done anything different re-enter her mind as she lays down, dragging her blanket over her head, trying to just forget the world for a moment.

The first thing Liz does when she wakes up is checking her phone, wondering if James has sent any messages since their fight last night. Her inbox is empty, apart from Fletcher’s seven un-read messages she chose to ignore last night. She clicks on the bolded notification and reads them slowly, after staring at the words for a while she decides to not reply yet, not wanting to talk about the events of last night. Since it’s Saturday and Liz doesn’t have anywhere to go she ends up scrolling through her Tumblr dashboard. Reblogging every sad quote she reads. A small smile appears on Liz's face, remembering how her 17-year-old self would’ve been doing the exact same thing, laying in bed, scrolling endlessly through the same site, using it as some sort of coping mechanism. Her phone chimes and on top of her screen a new message from Fletcher appears. Liz closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and decides to finally reply.

fletchersthoughts liz?? i see you reblogging, i know you read my messages so i KNOW you’re awake. please just give me some sort of sign of life, please?

queenliz hey fletch im sorry busy night, james didn’t feel good returning from work we fell asleep early

The lies are bad and Liz feels guilty for lying to her closest friend but she just can’t handle talking and thinking about the events of last night. Her phone chimes again, knowing it’s Fletcher, she decides to ignore him once again. Hoping he would get the hint and leave her alone today. A rumbling sound from her tummy interrupts her thoughts, reminding her she hasn't eaten a thing since last night. Liz changes yesterday's clothes for some comfy leggings and a black crewneck sweater. Before leaving to get some breakfast, she washes the mascara stained tears away, grabs her wallet, and leaves the damned apartment.

Liz makes her way to the local coffee shop, orders a big iced coffee, a freshly baked croissant and strolls back home. Whilst munching down on her breakfast she looks at the city waking up. The events from last night fresh in her brain Liz decides to take the long way home, through the park, trying to clear her brain and understand everything that happened last night.

Halfway home, Liz plumps down on a wooden bench and starts to pick apart the last bit of her croissant, throwing some it at some doves in front of her. The peaceful sounds of the park finally give her time to process the events of last night. Every word, every action that happens plays in slow-motion in her head, it’s like she’s watching a really bad movie but she can’t find the remote to switch the channels. A feeling of guilt and sadness gnaws in her brain when she thinks how badly she treated her best friend. How bad her lies were, how she bluntly ignored the man who has always been there for her. Slowly she takes her phone out of her pocket and opens the last unread message Fletcher send her, saying he doesn’t quite believe her, and she starts writing an apology.

queenliz so... you’re right, i kind of lied to you this morning… we didn’t really fell asleep early last night we had a fight, a horrible one, i might add i think god fletch, i think we broke up..

Liz looks up from her screen, tears forming in her eyes, making her vision blur. She quickly wipes away the tears before they spill over her cheeks. With shaking hands, she continues explaining what happened the night before. As per usual, Fletcher doesn't take longer than a minute to reply.

fletchersthoughts he did WHAT?! he threw a fucking glass at your head? what the fuck was this guy thinking?? liz... fuck…

queenliz i’m okay fletch, really don’t worry about me, i didn’t get hurt so it’s fine

fletchersthoughts you didn’t get hurt so it’s all fine?! that’s fucking bullshit liz and you know it HOW am i supposed to not worry about you liz? fuck.

Liz huffs annoyed, re-reading the message Fletcher just send her. Her fingers fly over the keyboard when she writes her response.

queenliz please fletcher, don’t be so fucking dramatic i fucking said i was fine, so i am doing fine leave me be and please stop worrying about me, it’s getting on my fucking nerves idk if you know this, but i can take care of myself.

Liz’s fingers hover above the keyboard, debating whether or not telling Fletcher to leave her alone, to stick his nose into someone else’s business. Her bottom lip rolls back and forth between her teeth, a metallic flavor reminding her she should probably stop nibbling on her lips and make a decision. Her thumb lays on top of the lock button and her other thumb hovering back and forth over the backspace and send button. Her phone buzzes in her hands, letting her know that Fletcher is sorry for being so protective and that he understands Liz might not be ready to talk about things today. A soft smile appears on her lips for the first time in, what feels like ages. Quickly she deletes the message and sends him a brief thank you, before locking her phone and standing up to head home again.

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agathasangel · 3 years

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Questionies between 60 and 75 please and thank you😋

yayy thank you <333

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

It’s been a long time since I’ve watched anime, but probably something like cute/girly so i wouldn’t die lol

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.

Ok I can’t think of my actual favorite but this exchange in the last episode of ahs hotel is up there (for my favorite as in funniest):

Sally: You telling us to stop killing is like colonel sanders telling us to stop eating chicken!

JPM: I’m not familiar with your military friend and his fondness for poultry

or in the same scene when Iris says “We can’t have people continue to go missing, obviously that’s bad for business!”

62. seven characters you relate to?

1. Sally because of her obsession with finding someone to love her

2. Madison Montgomery, not because I look or act *anything* like her at all but purely because of that speech she had about all the things she does to numb herself

3. Sydney from I Am Not Okay With This. Not only to I get told I look like the actress who plays her literally at least once a day but Sydney is also a lesbian with repressed anger issues and... mood.

4. Luna Lovegood. Some people have told me she reminds them of me (like my mom when she watched the movies, or when my friends were casting a musical version of hp and cast me as luna), and a lot of people say she’s autistic coded so there’s that?

5. Coraline. I don’t even know why, I’ve just always identified with her.

6. Violet Harmon (except gay lol), there’s just something about her that’s relatable to me

7. I can’t think of a seventh, sorry.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

I don’t like controlling the music but uhhh... basically anything on any of my spotify playlists? I hate sharing my music with people i always think they’re gonna think my taste is bad.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I was obsessed with webkinz as a child and I collected webkinz plushies and was at least somewhat active on the website between the ages of 6 and 13. I still have my love puppy in my apartment at 21.

65. any permanent scars?

2! I was born with a raised mole/birthmark thing on my left shoulder that became so sensitive that I had to get it surgically removed and I have a pretty thick scar from that. I don’t know if this second one counts but when I was 5 i accidentally stabbed myself in the stomach with a pencil i had just sharpened and the mark is still there

66. favorite flower(s)?

Violets (but I prefer herbs to flowers)

67. good luck charms?

I don’t really have any, which may explain a lot.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Um I’ve definitely had worse things before but I once tried swedish fish flavored oreos? Also there’s a certain dish at the place i work that smells so terrible that there’s no way it could taste good.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

I don’t know? It’s late.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

the “aesthetic” checkerboard pattern that was popular on here in like 2014/2015. It was ugly.

72. worst subject?

math and science, especially algebra and chemistry. I was like... good at school until I had to take chem and algebra 2 and those classes tanked my gpa and took my other classes down with it because I was too busy stressing about them to care about the three ap classes i was taking on top of those two! High school was a mess.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Um I make this like crispy tofu with soy sauce and this spicy seasoning and sometimes I eat it with ketchup? Because I invented the recipe when I was vegetarian and I thought they tasted like spicy chicken nuggets. Which they don’t at all. But it’s still good even if it sounds gross.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Like 7.5 unless someone suggests it? It normally has to be at least like a severe migraine before it occurs to me to take a painkiller

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was in kindergarten.

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Being a Good Friend

Part 11a

Summary: The trails of being together a dead body still bothers Alex.

Warning: sex on the beach

The sounds of traffic was so far away, it was the sounds of crashing waves that surrounded the you. As you shivered under Alex’s arms, he pulled the extra blanket around the two of you.

“Y/N, you do want to run away with me right?” You could hints of the Alex that had been so shattered by disposing of Hugo. It caused so much pain in your heart to hear.

Turning, you could see the echoes of that pain and anguish. You cupped and caressed his cheek.

Leaning, in close you nuzzled him. “You want to disappear? I’ll disappear with you.” You whispered and gently you began to kiss and gently nibble on his throat. You loved the taste of him. Reaching between you, you made quick work of the buttons of his flannel shirt. You let your hand caress and seek the warmth of his torso.

His arm around your hips tightened.

“You feel so good.” You whispered.

In the fading light of the autumn sun, you met his stormy blue eyes and you kissed him. Deepening it, you made small sound that only came from the pleasure of kissing him.

You could taste the flavored coffee he had drank earlier in the day, mixing with his own taste. Sighing as you kissed him, you let your fingers nestle into his soft strands.

You jumped slightly as you felt his cold hand slip up your thigh, under your dress. “My hand is cold baby. I need to warm it up.” He whispered and kissed you again.

Feeling playful yourself, you slipped you hand under his t-shirt. Then he was the one who jumped slightly “I was cold too.” You whispered giving him kisses again till it deepened once again.

With a soft move, he brought your legs over his while keeping them under the warm blanket. “I want, I need to hold you close.”

Easily you wrapped both arm around his throat, while your head dropped back as his lips made you melt while speeding your heart up. You lost yourself in feeling his lips on your throat. Your eyes were half closed. “Alex.” You breathed.

“Wait...” You put a hand over his as you felt his fingers on your panties.

“Baby, there is no one here.” He whispered.

“But..but..” You swallowed.

He softly, chuckled as you felt his fingers again the wet fabric. “I love how wet I can make you.” He whispered against his lips.

He had managed to to make you want more. It did not take much. “Touch me, Alex.”

You could see the smirk, that curled those lips. “Oh, so you want me to touch you now baby?”

“Please.”

His fingers slowly moved against panties. As you moved gently against his teasing touch, you held onto him tighter. You could feel the cool night breeze as he now be finally pulled your panties off and he stuffed them into his jeans.

“Allow me.” You moved, so you could straddle him sitting on his thighs while draping your arms around his throat once again.

“Baby, look at you” He whispered, looking up at you as you settled and then your lips met. You gasped against his lips as his fingers grazed you once again.

Sliding easily against him as you kissed increased your passion for him. Reaching between you, your hand drifted down till you felt him. “Oh, Alex.”

“That’s what you do to me, baby.”

A soft moan came from you. You felt yourself get wetter as you felt him pressing against his jeans.

You sat back a little, “Alex, please.”

He smirked in the growing twilight. His eyes glinted in muted light.

“So my baby no longer shy?” His fingers teasing you pulled another moan.

“Yes.” He reached between you undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down.

Your name broke his lips as you slipped down on him, arching as you did. Settling, you began moving. His hands slid under your dress, squeezing and holding your hips. You pulled down the front of your dress, undoing the front clasp of your bra, and your breasts bounced free.

Bending, your head down you met his lips and kissed him. Your tongues, lips finally consumed by your passions. You were already so aroused, it was not long till you felt yourself getting close. You whimpered as the cool breeze, swirled around you arousing you further. His lips and tongue left your mouth, it felt as if he was going to devour you.

You whimpered, “Alex, that feel so good.”

He squeezed and moved you closer to him.

You gasp and a sharp moan was ripped from you as you found yourself under him. “Oh Alex. Yes..yes...” you panted.

As he moved within you, you felt every thrust. He pulled all sorts of sounds from you.

“Baby,” His eyes met yours.

“I’m all...” Your words became a passionate. “yours.” You shook hard under him. “I’m gonna cum Alex...” you moaned.

“Cum, for me Y/N I want to hear what I do to you.”

You gasped and moaned under, filling as if it was being ripped from you came. His lips moved up your throat, his breath warm as he trembled.

Alex growled, he gasped and called out as you felt him cum hard inside you. You made moaned under him. Breathless you both laid there.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

He chuckled and kissed your shoulder. “I’ve gotta do that to you more often.”

******

“Did Slimer from Ghostbusters throw up on you?” He chuckled.

“Maybe? I was thinking it’s a relative of slimmer. What do you think of it?”

He rose an eyebrow.

You desperately pulled down what little you could of the neon green fabric. “Alex, it is rather different, isn’t it?”

He came over you, “Actually, you could wear this just for me.” He smirked as be came over to you.

You playfully pushed him away. “Maybe.” Giggling you disappeared back into the fitting room. You came out with another dress, but you both shook your heads about that one. Too casual. The next one rained glitter with every move you made. So that was a solid no.

Finally you slipped on the was one and you gasped. It was flowed and even twirled a little. You loved it. You had to hold it up since you didn’t have ant heels on. You hoped Alex would like it too. He stood up and came over. “Wow,” he whispered. “You look amazing.”

Thankfully, finding Alex a tux was not that hard. He came out with the first jacket. He looked so dashing. You came up behind him, and wrapped your arms around him. “You look so handsome.” You met his eyes in the mirror. He smiled back at her. His lips curled up the one side. “Don’t I?” You playfully pushed him.

With your perfect dress, the one that was a distant relative of Slimmer and Alex’s tuxedo, the two of you continued to walk around the boutiques.

*****

The two of you found a quaint sit down Chinese restaurant to eat at. Taking a booth in the back, you both ordered heaps of food.

With his brow furrowed, he fed you a dumpling. This time he succeeded. You made a happy sound as you happily chewed it. “I did it.” He smiled.

You surveyed the plates, “what would you like?”

His eyes lit up. “I’ll have some of that sweet and sour chicken.”

“Would you like me dip it into some sauce?”

His eye lit up. “Yes.”

“I can do that.” You smiled sweetly.

You held the chopsticks like so, then you went in for the piece of chicken. That was easy, now to dip it in the sauce. You took a breath. Gently, you dabbed at the sauce.

“Oh, a little more then that baby.”

“Ok.” You pressed your lips together. The chicken began to slip but you got it. You held it a little tighter then you brought it over to him. He opened his mouth just enough. He grabbed the piece and happily chewed.

“We got this!” You smiled at him. “Alex, come here.” He leaned in, then you did as well. Though, instead you gently licked away the spot of sauce at the crook of his mouth.

“You two, happy couple. Would you two like fresh donuts for dessert “

You and Alex looked at each other and nodded.

“We’d love that.” He sighed, “I am so glad you’re here by my side. He placed a kiss on your temple.

“Me too.” Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

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two-sides-halved · 4 years

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Here We Are In The Future and It's Wrong | @withinkandquill

After two long years of dismantling the empire that the Diamond's had built across the galaxy over the last two eras, the Diamond’s had set up a broadcast across the multiple star systems they had set up their respective colonies in.

Gem Steven’s first act after being officially introduced as the heir to Pink Diamond’s throne, was to officially step down from being a Diamond. He explained his missed his family, his friends and that his brother had thought of the idea of creating a place on Earth in Beach City were Gem’s can live and visit and learn about Human culture.

The galaxy wide announcement reached every communicator, including one in the garden, a place long forgotten. Spinel’s eyes opened hearing the static of an old era 1 Diamond communicator roar to life as White introduced the heir to Pink Diamond’s throne. As Gem Steven came on the screen, as she saw those eyes, those diamond pupil eyes, hearing the static interference as he said that he missed his friends and family in Beach City. Spinel twitched. “Steven...” she whispered to herself alone in the garden her voice filled with venom. Her fists clenched, making squeaky toy noises. She was overwhelmed by wave after wave of emotions. Sorrow that Pink was gone. Rage that Pink had abandoned her. Envy at all of her other friends getting to see the Diamond she was made for be happy when she couldn’t make her happy herself. All of these painful emotions Spinel to weep, so hard and so long that her form dissipated from the emotional toll it had taken on her gem.

Gem Steven had warped home with a travel bag full of all of the things he had brought with him for his two year stay with his mother’s side of the family. His stomach let out a loud ground shaking growl as he hadn’t eaten in two whole years nor had he gotten any sleep due to the nature of how a Gem functions... they don’t need to eat or sleep, But he did due to the habits that he had learned as he grew into his own person. He rotated his gem into his original orientation and let out a relieved sigh as that seemed to relieve some pressure, then rubbed over the area around his gem, then gave it a small pat talking to his stomach in the comfort of his room alone. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fed soon enough.”

After changing out of his light based clothes that resembled his mother’s original gown, he took a long over due shower to feel the warm water against his light based body, giving his gemstone a nice shine with a face clothe before evaporating the water on his own skin. Gem Steven got a quick change into some freshly laundered organic clothing, he made his way downstairs to see Human Steven going over a packing checklist for the third time with Connie, just to triple check that he has everything for his big trip to space camp.

Human Steven set the cookies that he was planning to surprise his brother with in a care package in the oven to bake and as soon as he turned around, his eyes meet his brother’s across the room. Human Steven blinked and rubbed his eyes at first in disbelief that Gem Steven was home. Human Steven practically tackled his brother into a spiny, giggly hug before they formed Steven Squared for the first time in two years.

Steven Squared let out a soft murr, and stretched out, “Ahh~ It is good to be me.” He cooed and joined Connie on the couch for a nice hug, it’d been so long since Gem had seen either his brother or Connie, so it was nice to see them after such a long time of being in space. His stomach growled loudly against Connie’s side.

“Geez, Squared are you ok?” Connie asked worried at the look on his face. Steven Squared doubled over in pain, the pain was twice as much as he was expecting. He took deep breaths to help himself get through it, and then a craving for mozzarella sticks from the board walk hit him almost as hard as the pain did. He looked up, “Oh, us? We’re fine. I mean I haven’t really eaten anything in 2 years, but eh, what is a gem to do about that?” Steven Squared gave a light shrug as he moved to get up.

“I mean I did tell White that I needed food, but she was so worried about me getting hurt, she went through the trouble of making me my own pearl and I never got the change to activate her because I felt wrong about this whole era being an era where gems live for themselves and then here I am having a Pearl travel back and forth between Earth and Homeworld because I’m a fat little piggy who likes to eat a lot. But no one wanted to let me get my own food.” Squared let out a sigh, “Anyway, I’m gonna head around town to look for the gems and say surprise so they know I got home safe and sound. Care to join us?” He asked with a wink of his star eye.

“Oh thank you Squared, but I think I’m gonna keep an eye on things here.” Connie smiled and held a hand on his cheek on the star eyes side. Steven Squared happily nuzzle before heading out to meet Greg, and Pearl by the van on the beach, while Lion lazily laid next to Greg.

Steven Squared had greeted his father, and mother like figure, before giving Lion a happy pet on the head and a forehead nuzzle, before giving them each a big hug before jumping from the beach into town and floating down like a leaf on a chair that Garnet had waiting for them. Steven Squared gave a big hug to Garnet who had returned the hug and given him two baskets of fresh mozzarella sticks.

His eyes widened happily, it felt like forever since he’s seen food. He murred, at first taking it slow, taking in one mozzarella stick dipped in marinara sauce before the flavor it him and he wolfed down the contents of both baskets wiping his face clean of sauce with his tongue. Steven Squared let out a soft huff happily full. Then headed over to meet Amethyst via the warp pad, only to walk on air due to his floating ability and turned to met Amethyst on the warp pad.

Moments later, the family all grouped up to relax on the mountain above the temple. That’s when Steven Squared unfused and Human Steven ran off, leaving Gem Steven, “I gotta go check something! Enjoy sunbathing without me!”

Gem Steven relaxed in the sun next to his family. Human Steven headed inside to check on the cookies hoping they weren’t burnt. Then the sky grow dark and cloudy as a large era 1 injector descended from the sky. A shadowy figure standing above it.

Without warning, the shadowy figure jumped down kicking Gem Steven in the face knocking him into the rest of the crystal gems, before reading her rejuvinator and took them out one by one before they got a chance to react to the glowing light blade in the first place. Before she round up another strike to hit Gem Steven with. He rolled and jumped 15 feet away. Spinel growled, the look in her multi ringed eyes getting more and more deranged.

Spinel sprung toward him, Gem Steven jumped over him bouncing on Spinel’s back, “Who are you? What do you even want from me?? I didn’t do anything to you.”

“I’m Spinel. You took my best friend from me, and now she’s Gone because you exist... but now, once I poof you, that will be a thing of the past as well as this cruddy rock that Pink left me for to make her new so-called friends.” Spinel twitched and sprung toward him bringing the glowing blade of the rejuvinator toward him again and again, Gem Steven dodging every one of Spinel’s swings.

Human Steven headed out of the house to surprise Gem Steven with the cookie’s just in time for him to witness this pink gem with pigtails slice Gem Steven in half. Gem Steven’s form glitching out as he flipped up both his middle fingers and poofed, his gem falling to the ground with a clink.

Human Steven got his mother’s sword out of his new sheath that he was also going to show his brother before this mysterious gem had poofed him. Spinel was caught off guard by Human Steven shouting out to leave his brother alone.

Spinel and Human Steven had fought before Human Steven had managed to use her own weapon against her causing her to poof as well. Human Steven attempted to bubble the heart shaped gem and had no problem doing so. He gathered the rest of his family setting their gems on the table and explained what he had walked in on to Connie.

Human Steven waited for the gems to reform. He hoped they were alright.

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die-t-hin · 5 years

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⚘79 tips💌

1. Always eat breakfast. Studies prove that those who eat breakfast tend to make better food choices later in the day. You don't want to skip off a breakfast of 100 calories for a 500 calorie slice of cake at desert. Besides, breakfast gets your metabolism revved up for the day ahead.

2. If you drink a lot of water on an empty stomach it just makes you gassy. Never fun. Small sips throughout the day is better. You'll also have to pee a lot.

3. If you have things you shouldn't (think diet pills, tape measures, thinspo, bag of spat out food, etc.) make sure you hide it. Leaving it below the bed or in your undies drawer is a surefire way to get those things found.

4. Overuse of laxitives and/or diuretics are bad for your body. Over time, abuse of laxitives and diuretics cause incontinence, and embarassment for you. And if you overuse laxitives, when you stop, your body won;t be able to have a proper bowel movement. Use them only on an as-needed basis, as defined by 'normal' people. As in, only when constipated.

5. If you sleep less than 6 hours a day, your metabolism goes down between 10-20% depending on the person. And your body produces more of the hormone that makes you feel hungry. So even though you can burn more calories by staying up all night on the exercise bike, opt for the sleep instead if you don't want to overindulge the next day.

6. Don't deprive yourself of anything. That just leads to bingeing. If you want chocolate cake, have it, even if it's on your list of 'bad foods'. BUT, only have a few small bites. That way, you can enjoy what you want without ruining your diet.

7. Smaller meals throughout the day help keep your metabolism up, burning more calories.

8. Your body burns about 8 calories per glass of ice water trying to get it up to a temperature in which it can be processed. That's 64 calories a day, translating to about 6 or 7 more pounds burned off in a year. Make ice your new best friend.

9. Fiber keeps you fuller longer, and helps keep your digestive system in good shape, thus reducing the need for all those laxitives.

10. Smaller dishes make it seem like you eat more. You often times eat by eyesight, not by stomach fullness. Studies have shown that in 2 groups, with the same amount of food, but one group using large plates and the other small plates, the group with the small plates reported feeling fuller.

11.Horizontal stripes and light denims make you look larger. Avoid them like the plague (Or maybe not)

12. Purging too hard can rupture your esophagus. You might die alone and in pain hunched over your toilet. Just saying.

13. If you're having a food craving, and smoke, light up and the craving goes away. However, in a short time, that craving will return with a vengeance.

14. If you have a large binge, then your stomach expands massively, and the pressure kills off blood cells. Over time, this leads to a severely damaged stomach that may rupture. Once again, just like a ruptured esophagus, this could lead to you dying in pain.

15. The negative calorie foods actually only burn about 10% of whatever they put into you. A stick of celery at about 2 cal will only burn off 0.2 cal.

16. Purging doesn't get rid of all of the calories. You still have about 1/3 or 2/3 of those calories left in you, depending on how soon after you eat you decide to purge.

17. If you wait more than an hour to purge, then there's no point in doing it. Even if food comes back up, your body will have already absorbed all those calories.

18. Your body doesn't register the calories from liquid the same way as it does calories from food. Your stomach won't send the same 'stop eating' signals to your brain like with food.

19. A good substitute for soda is ICE Sparkling Water. It has pretty good flavor, small amounts of B Vitamins, and green tea extract, all for 0 calories.

20. Prolonged fasting/starvation messes up your metabolism.

21. Take a multivitamin every day. Yes, even if it has 5 calories.

22. If your body hits a plateu, a 'binge' helps. It makes your body think that you've stopped starving yourself. In fact, make it a goal that you have a day a week in which you eat at least 1000 calories if you want your metabolism to work properly (meaning it actually keeps burning calories and digesting food).

23. Blotting greasy foods like bacon and pizza with a napkin can save you about 100 calories.

24. Whole-grains have fiber and make you fuller longer.

25. Take the stairs instead of the elevator.

26. Alcohol is calorie dense. Say goodbye to going out drinking with friends unless you plan to be the designated driver.

27. If you chew and spit it out, you're doing just as much damage to your teeth as vomiting, maybe even more, because saliva has acid like that in your stomach, that starts digestion.

28. Over time, purging depletes tooth enamel. Yes, dentists can recognize it.

29. If you cook pasta, don't use butter. But you get sticky pasta.

30. When your periods stop, osteoporosis sets in. You could be a 12 year old girl with the bones of an 80 year old woman. Sometimes, your bones never regain the proper density. You'll become prone to stress fractures and breaking bones. Calcium supplements are gold right here. Buy the ones for elderly people with osteoporosis if you can.

31. Brushing your teeth right after purging causes the enamel to wear off, making your teeth decay faster. Chewing gum or mints releases saliva, doing the same.

32. Drinking a lot of water can make it seem that you weigh more, which can help when visiting the doctor. If a lot of liquid is consumed in a short period of time, you might cause yourself brain damage, swelling of the brain, water logging of the brain.... So be careful about waterlogging.

33. Dehydration speeds up tooth decay, because you won't have enough protective enzymes in your mouth to prevent the saliva from doing damage to your teeth. Don't restrict liquids.

34. Make yourself lunch. A nice big sandwich with a juice and pack of chips. Then when you get to school, give it away to someone who forgot theirs.

35. If you hide food that you were supposed to have eaten, make sure you do something about it ASAP. Same with the bag of puke in the closet.

36. Be prepared for all the questions of 'have you lost weight' and 'are you eating'.

37. You can only make the excuse of food poisoning a few times before it becomes fishy.

38. Laxitives don't affect calorie consumption.

39. The more that you insist that you're fat, the more likey people are going to become suspicious.

40. Don't use thinspo with people showing bones. It raises eyebrows.

41. Denying things just makes people get more suspicious.

42. Running to the bathroom right after you eat makes people assume that you're going to go purge.

43. Hot water fills you up more, but cold water burns more calories.

44. When you go into ketosis, your breath is going to smell like hell. Mints are your buddies.

45. Your body often mistakes thirst for hunger.

46. Track progress by measuring tapes, not scales or mirrors. Your eyes will show you a hippo, even if you're a skeleton with a skin covering, and scales get affected by everything, and I mean everything.

47. If you take too many diet pills, or even just one on an empty stomach, it gives you some pretty nasty side effects. Make sure you take one with something food. Like a few bites of an apple.

48. The artificial sweeteners like those in diet soda have been shown in studies to promote the body storing belly fat. And some have been linked to brain tumors.

49. Eating on a dark blue or black plate has the effect of making you eat less.

50. If you want to prevent a binge, just buy the food that you need for the day if you live by yourself.

51. Frozen foods take longer to eat, so you feel occupied longer, and you might feel fuller. Oh, and your body has to burn calories to get it to a temperature that it can be digested, so win all around!

52. If you get bad headaches, it's probably because you're dehydrated or your blood sugar is too low.

53. If you don't eat enough, your blood sugar drops, and then you start feeling weak and dizzy and get horrible headaches.

54. Don't take aspirin on an empty stomach. It'll make you puke.

55. Be careful about sitting with your legs crossed, they might fall asleep and cause you pain, and if you're thin enough, you might pinch something, leaving you in pain or unable to walk.

56. If you don't drink enough, you'll get dehydrated, and then your muscles will hurt like a bitch. And no, painkillers probably won't do anything for this.

57. It takes about 20 minutes for your body to feel full from the time that you first put a bite of food into your mouth.

58. Some sugar free gums have 3 calories, and some have 5. Even though you aren't swallowing it, you should count these.

59. Get really good at math. That way, you can easily mentally add up whatever you've eaten for the day, without having to write it down. People get suspicious if they come across a food diary.

60. Dress warmly enough to keep warm without making it obvious. People get suspicious if you're wearing a coat in 90 degree weather, or complaining about being cold while they're ok or even too hot.

61. Spicy foods and seaweed boost the metabolism. Seaweed soup (35cal) with 1 tbsp soy sauce(10cal) and hotsauce (5cal) makes a great dinner.

62. Eating cabbage to lose weight is good, but smelly.

63. Eating in front of the TV or computer distracts you from feeling full.

64. Eat while standing burns more calories than eating while sitting.

65. Talk a lot and eat very little at lunch or dinner and people won't notice.

66. Keep food spread out and close to the plate and people will think it's more.

67. Your skin will turn gray or yellow if you don't eat right. Tanning might help counteract this.

68. Your hair will get super dry and maybe even turn gray in places. Have extra strength conditioner and hair dye on call.

69. Your nailbeds are going to get blue from lack of nutrients. Find a pretty color nailpolish that you like.

70. Every 20 minutes or so when sitting, get up and take a short walk if you can.

71. Delete your browsing history. It's hard to explain away your sudden weight loss when there's all the pro ana tricks in your computer.

72. Weight lost slowly will stay off, whereas weight that is lost rapidly will come back, with more, when you start eating even somewhat normal.

73. If you lose weight too fast, you also lose muscle. When that happens, you burn off calories more slowly.

74. People with more muscle burn off more calories doing the same activities as people with less muscle.

75. If you burn off too much muscle, then your body burns calories more slowly.

76. Only eat when people are going to notice. And then, only have something small.

77. Excuses will be your new best friend. Use them like a cheap whore.

78. Lack of nutrients make you depressed.

79. Fasting for days on end makes your metabolism go down and increases cravings.

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tinkeringwithcannabis · 5 years

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The First 90 Minutes Episode 31

Strain: Lemon Walker

Company: Sira Naturals

Location: Somerville, Ma

Cannabis Connoisseur: Shanae

Website: www.siranaturals.org

Hello again to all my cannabis loving and canna-curious friends, and welcome back to another episode of The First 90 Minutes! Today we will be toking and talking about a badass bud that is the product of Lemon Skunk and Skywalker Kush, Lemon Walker. This citrus and lemony strain has THC levels measuring up to 26.5% and is reported to have uplifting, happy, energetic, relaxing, and euphoric effects. Patients have reported relief from depression, pain, insomnia, muscle spasms, and stress when using this strain. The potential negatives associated with this bud are dry mouth, dizziness, heachache, and paranoia. I chose this strain today because I have been feeling very anxious and irritable due to severe tremor onsets and complications due to my seizure medication changes. I have experienced lack of appetite, constant nausea, and ongoing bouts of feeling like I am going to have a seizure, which has made it difficult to function on many levels. I am hoping that this strain will help to relieve the poor mood I am in, and that the relaxation will help to relieve some of the tremors and decrease the stress and irritability I am experiencing. So without further ado, let’s sit back, light up, and toke and talk about the first 90 minutes!

Today I will be medicating via three hits from a joint. Opening up the container, I get an initial strong skunky smell followed by the scent of lemons. Upon performing the taste test, I get a bit of a skunky lemon flavor, but the lemon stands out and there are undertones of citrus that slide across your tongue. Starting my medication session at 6:50 pm, this bud hits very smooth. I am not feeling any noticeable effects right off. At 7:00 pm, I am experiencing some relief from my anxiety and stress. My body seems to be relaxing, and my mood is calming, and even lifting up to happy. I am not feeling any relief from my tremors as of yet, but I am experiencing some cerebral tingling, which seems to be starting to travel down into my body. With a special check-in note at 7:10 pm, the tremors are easing up significantly as the tingling moves down my body. My face feels very relaxed and my body feels like it is almost in a “floaty” state, where the muscles barely have to work for me to move.

At 7:20 pm, my mood has drastically improved to happy and calm. I am experiencing a strong cerebral buzz that has my anxiety almost completely gone and my mind feeling floaty and free. My frustration and stress have pretty much completely subsided, and my body feels unbelievably relaxed. The tremors continue to decrease to a state where I can actually pick things up without feeling like I will drop them or knock them over. At 7:50 pm, the tremors continue to decrease, and my anxiety has completely subsided. My body feels very relaxed, but I am experiencing a lot of cerebral fogginess and some dizziness, along with some couch lock and dry eye. I feel like I am off in my own little world, completely immune to stress or anxiety. In a place where stress cannot reach me. My mood is extremely happy and I feel very calm. Rounding the corner to our 90 minute mark at 8:20 pm, I can feel the effects beginning to mellow out. The high is shifting into a clear-headed, yet calm state. I still feel stress free, but the tremors are starting to increase slightly. The anxiety remains at bay, but the dry eye is still going strong. Although my body still feels relaxed, I can feel some of the tension returning to my muscles. My mood is still very happy, but I can feel the calm demeanor starting to fade slightly as things continued to wind down.

Ok, so normally I would jump right into my final thoughts here, but I want to talk a little bit about my continuation with this strain after this medication session. I decided to use this strain for the remainder of the evening, taking 2 hits every hour until I went to bed. I was able to keep the anxiety very low, and the tremors remained improved by about 80%. I have been struggling with issues of cognitive impairment due to the neurological issues I have been dealing with and the medication changes I have been undergoing, and the next morning both the tremors and cognitive impairment were minimal to the days prior and the days following, in which I did not use this strain. This being said, I have to say that I would highly recommend this strain, and I would really like to see this in a vape form. For me, I would preferably like this in a terp sauce cartridge, but even a PAX Era pod would be awesome. Despite the dry eye throughout the effects, and the dizziness experienced earlier on, I would still use this strain to relieve the tremors and help manage my symptoms around the medication changes. This strain not only provided the mental relief I needed, but also the physical relief I needed as well, to be able to relax and rest rather than stress and become increasingly more frustrated and depressed at the inability to control the symptoms I have been struggling with daily. I would not say that this is a good strain for when you have things to do, but it is the perfect product for right before bed and/or for evenings in where you don’t need a large amount of focus or motivation. Generally, when a strain causes a strong negative, it usually causes me to rate it below a 5 star rating, but this strain is the exception. The dry eye is a small price to pay for the mind and bodily relief I experienced with this strain. Therefore, I give this product 5 stars, and I ask you Sira, please consider producing this amazing product in a terp sauce or PAX pod cartridge form, because you hit the nail on the head with this bud!

You can purchase this product at:

Sira Naturals:

Cambridge, Ma- Medical Only

Somerville, Ma – Medical Only

Needham, Ma – Medical & by appointment only

Well my friends, we have reached the end of this review. Thank you for joining me and please stay tuned for more product reviews!!

Disclaimer:

****Please remember, this blog is an account of my personal experience with this product and/or company. Not everyone has the same experience with every product, and that is okay. I always recommend starting out low and slow with one or two hits to see if that is enough, and you can always increase your dose from there!****

If you found this post helpful, please help spread the word to other patients by liking and re-blogging this post! Thank you!

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lonelypond · 5 years

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Can’t Get Started, Ch. 2

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2.5K, 2/3

Summary: Nishikino Maki vs. Yazawa Cocoro has moved to LA for round 2.

Chapter 2

Nishikino Maki, in a dress that draped like butterscotch sauce, stood next to a vase half her height, full of taller, feathery, ferny flowers, regretting pinning up her hair. There was nothing to do with her non champagne glass holding hand but smooth her dress, which drew too many eyes to her. So she shuffled closer to the plants, wondering how to change their arc so they drooped a little in front of her, providing some cover, until she could figure out where Yazawa Nico might be in this series of rooms. Surprising Nico now seemed less a daring idea than a dangerous one and Maki was getting a headache from trying to sweep the room with her gaze while not making actual eye contact with anyone over Nico’s height. Which had led to one quick encounter with a pair of sea green eyes, but Maki had dodged that quickly enough.

And then a voice cut into her bubble of non conversation, “I loved the touch of ska you brought to the new Alyssa Raghu cover. It’s great to hear a horn section.”

Maki glanced down. The sea green eyes. A smile. Seemed familiar. But out of place.

“I’d love to mix up A-RIse’s sound, but I only get one vote.” A wink.

A-Rise. Tsubasa Kira. Maki found herself nodding, “Add in a producer and that’s even less say.”

A laugh. A light touch of the fair hair, “Exactly. Although, if we were working with someone as talented you, I’m sure we could come to a quick agreement.”

“That’s boring.” Maki said flatly, wondering if she’d just heard Nico’s laugh off her left.

“Oh.” Tsubasa reached forward, moving the fern Maki had been convincing to droop out of the way, “You like a challenge.”

“I like invested, passionate collaborators.”

“Sounds like a good general philosophy.” Tsubasa grinned, “Can I drag a waiter over with hors d’ourves?”

That was definitely Nico’s laugh. Maki found herself stepping forward, trying to get out of her little alcove, but found her conversational partner presenting an obstacle.

“Um…”

“Maki! Tsubasa, I see you’ve met…” And at the sound of Nico’s greeting, Maki spun, arm flying out, Tsubasa hopped back, a waiter stepped left as Maki stepped right, and Nico suddenly found herself under a deluge of margarita glasses. With a variety of colorful flavors, boldly splashed across the delicacy of her delicately monochromatic embroidered ecru gown. Maki gulped, paled, stared into Nico’s eyes and bolted, ignoring both women calling her name.

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Panic attack? Was that what this was? The racing heart, the replaying the scene in her head, continually hearing Nico call her name. “Maki.” Had that actually been Nico’s voice just now? Maki jumped and saw herself in the mirror, eyes wild, hair nearly standing up where she’d tried to tear it out. She had to get out of there; this was no way to be seen by anyone. Heading for the door, ducking her head, ignoring all the gray and white cooling marble features around her.

She hit an obstacle in the doorway, a frowning Nico with a friendlier glance than Maki expected. “You didn’t have to run off.”

Quick glance down, yes Nico was still covered in the blooming rainbow of margaritas that was going to give Maki nightmares.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” Nico chuckled, her hand casually going to Maki’s elbow in an effort to guide her back into the lounge.

Maki shook off Nico’s hand as she stepped back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I really have to go.”

“You have to go?” Nico’s eyebrow quirked, “They haven’t even started the speeches. You must have been planning to…"

“It’s none of your business.” Maki knew she was rude and blushing and this was awful but how could she stand there and...

“Maki.” Nico’s voice was very tight. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t. This wasn’t how Maki had planned for this evening to go. She’d sweep up to Nico, see Nico’s eyes light up as she followed the curves of the dress Kotori had insisted Maki wear, and then Maki would smoothly answer Nico’s awed questions about her latest composing gig.

Nico chuckled, smiling at Maki, not at all thrown by Maki’s refusal to engage in conversation. “Nico can pull off anything, but Tsubasa’s getting me a spare, this dress is insured in case of accidents, and I’m not upset. Mostly amused.”

Maki sunk down to a crouch, covering her head with her arms. Why wouldn’t Nico just let her leave?

“Nope, not acceptable.” Nico stated as she pulled Maki to her feet, dragged her to a couch, and knelt down right in front of her. Maki felt a sudden frisson go up the back of her neck as she stared down into sparkling jewel eyes and wondered if Nico was going to pull a glass slipper from somewhere.

“It’s not a big deal.” Nico glanced down at the dress. “Makes it pop.”

“I’m a mess.” Maki raked her fingers through her hair, wondering if she could will it back some less crazed state.

“Well, Nico’s dress is an actual literal mess so you look REALLY good in comparison.”

“I said I was sorry.” Maki’s temper was starting to frizzle to match her hair.

“And Nico said it was ok. And that you look good. So listen to Nico.” Nico snapped back.

“I’m a mess.” Maki repeated, head drooping, refusing to be comforted.

Nico snorted, “Yeah, but kind of an adorable one.” And now Nico was back to being too kind. And Maki was going to cry. So she forcibly swiveled herself sideways and crumpled into a little ball.

Nico’s hand was on Maki’s arm, urging Maki to unroll, “C’mon, Nico’ll get a change of clothes, everything will be fine, and we’ll laugh about it with our grandchildren.”

“What!” Maki sprang up, staring at Nico, whose eyes were so close, and full of mischief.

“I knew I could get your attention.” Nico winked, “Hi, Maki, nice to see you here. Nico thought she was going to have a dull evening.”

Maki took a deep breath and forced a half smile, “Hi, Nico. You look…” she giggled, “tasty.”

“Don’t tempt Nico or we’ll have matching dresses.”

Maki leaned forward as she laughed and Nico’s hand slid over hers and..

There was another voice as the door opened, “Hey, Nico, we found you one. Somebody had a quick change for a party.”

Maki jumped back. Nico sighed and spoke over her shoulder. “Thanks, Tsubasa. How am I doing for time?”

“Still good. How’s…”

Tsubasa’s question trailed off as she met Maki’s glare.

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N: You should have stayed. YOUR dress was fine : P

M: Aren’t you giving a speech right now?

N: Yes.

M:?????????

N: Just finished. Now they want to take pictures but Nico’d rather have a Maki moment.

N: So we good for the Annie Awards after party?

M: Yes. I’ll be back that morning.

N: Tokyo again?

M: Chicago. Best friend’s engagement party.

N: Umi?

M: No, high school friends. Rin and Hanayo. Hanayo’s about to graduate with her Masters in EE. She’s joining some kind of social media music startup. They’ve been dating FOREVER. Rin spent high school inventing embarrassing forms of PDA just to annoy me.

N: Sounds fun. Do they ever come to LA?

M: Rarely. I go back to Evanston a lot.

N: Secret girlfriend?

M: Very public parents.

N: Oh.

N: Are you going to get in trouble for being tonight’s TWIG gossip girl.

M: I’m 24. I don’t get in trouble.

N:...

M: Papa said to stay away from breakables. Mama said to stay away from…

N: ?

M: Never mind.

N: Nico is intrigued ( ﾟｰﾟ)

M: Maki is tired ● ﹏☉

N: Pajama Selfie?

M: ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

N: Nico is beginning to suspect you don’t own pajamas.

M: Good night, Nico. See you next week.

N: Only if you send me an embarrassing PDA friend pic.

M: |`Д´)＞

N: Good night. Slide into my DMs sometime.

M: σ～ (｀´メ

N: (♡´艸`)

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Maki had never been to this club. And the dress Kotori had insisted she wear didn’t have shoulders and the short, formal jacket she was wearing over it was of some lighter fabric than wool and unlined, so no help with the weather. By the time the driver dropped her off at the red carpet, she was already shivering. But checking coats was always a pain and it was five steps to the door.

The functionary with the clipboard and scowl stepped out into her path as Maki rushed forward. “Name, please.”

“Nishikino Maki.” Maki wrapped her arms around her torso, hoping the person knew how to speed read.

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you in.”

“I have an invitation somewhere…” Maki dug into her pocket, but all she could find was her phone, “There was an email. Yazawa Nico confirmed...we have plans.”

Scowling functionary made a gesture and looming bouncer stepped forward, flexing an arm seemingly accidentally. Maki, her fight reflex sensitive, stood taller.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Maki…”

“It’s Ms. Nishikino,” Maki snapped, “Japanese names are...never mind. Just look at my…”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Yazawa has asked you be removed from tonight’s guest list. That’s all I know.”

“That’s crazy, we’ve been trying to meet up for...Nico would never…” Two glances turned more dubious with every word. Maki paused, listening to herself, “Nico would never”...no, but there was Nico’s assistant….

Pulling out her phone and typing frantically, Maki ducked into an alley, as Madame Clipboard shouted, “There are no entrances there. Please don’t…”

Maki tuned out the voices.

M: They won’t let me in at the door.

N: Oh. Hang on. Let me see what I can.

Pacing and fury kept Maki a little above the early February temperature, but not by much. At least LA was warmer than Utah.

N: Meet me at the back door.

M: Okay.

Leave it to Nico to fix this. But there was Nico, sitting on a...tablecloth, with a plate of food, an actual wool shawl wrapped around a pretty, floral pink gown, fabric ruched into strips that swerved around her hips and torso.

“Here, eat this.” Nico offered Maki the food. Some kind of blah, one star pasta. At least it was warm. “Cocoro thinks you’re stalking me, trying to damage my reputation. So I can’t take you back in with me because she’s got your picture all over security like a most wanted poster. It’s a cute shot though, although the dress is not as pretty as that one.”

Maki stopped chewing to stare. Her mouth was probably open. Was Nico really going to leave her out here?

“You look freezing. Come sit next to Nico.” Nico patted the tablecloth and reached to take off her shawl.

Maki started down hesitantly, but Nico had the shawl wrapped around her before any part of her contacted the concrete steps. And an arm left casually holding Maki at the waist.

“Better?” Nico tilted her head, smiling.

“No.” Maki shoved the plate at Nico, slipped away from her arm, and pulled the shawl tighter. Nico’s clothes smelled like vanilla and peaches. “Are you really going to just leave me out here?”

“No, I’m going to encourage you to go home, have a hot hot chocolate, marry into the family as soon as you can so Cocoro gets used to you, and finally send me that pajama selfie. Tonight. When you get home. Nico has to go back in and finish telling a boring movie exec about her favorite composer and needs something to look forward to.”

Maki knew she was blinking, but her brain seemed to have frozen, and all of the words that had come out of Nico’s mouth had made none of the sense.

Nico bounced up, yanked Maki to her feet, steadied her when she stumbled off balance, and looked the most serious Maki had ever seen her, ruby eyes dark, “I am really, really sorry about Cocoro. You can tag along on my movie date with Cotaro tomorrow as an apology.”

A movie date with her little brother as an apology? And had Nico said “marry?” Maki kept the ends of the shawl scrunched in her hands as she tried to catch up but Nico kept talking.

“There’s a place in my neighborhood with the best popcorn and homemade candy. You’ll swoon.”

Maki decided what to latch on to, “Your brother?”

Nico sighed, “It’s my only free night for two weeks.” She slipped an arm through Maki’s, “Let’s get you a cab.”

When they got to the end of the alley, Nico stopped and spun Maki so the taller woman was looking at her, “Nico really is sorry.” A pause, then, “Can I?” as Nico’s finger brushed Maki’s cheek first, then her own lips.

Maki felt her cheek burn and tingle, even with only a quick brush from Nico’s fingertip. Her pulse started racing and once again, the evening started to feel warm, a thrill of growing excitement replacing the earlier fury. But Maki coughed and stepped back.

“As the lady wishes.” Nico bowed with the flair of a legendary minstrel, her smile a glow, “‘So, Maki, just so Nico is clear, WHEN you want Nico to kiss you, just say ‘yes.’

Maki knew she was blushing. Furiously. But when Nico reached out one last time for her hand, Maki didn’t pull it back. Nico leaned in close, whispering, “And WHEN you want to kiss Nico in the near to immediate future, consider this is my yes.” And then Nico let go and stepped back, “Nico will have a talk with Cocoro. And make sure this never happens again.”

“You better.” Maki shifted her shoulders, getting ready to hand over Nico’s shawl, but she decided she liked the weight of the wool and the hints of Nico tickling her nose and changed her mind. “And I’m keeping the shawl.”

“Good.” Nico’s laugh was bright bliss. “Don’t forget the selfie.”

Maki shook her head, almost finding her footing as she was about to exit the scene, “Nope. You have to work harder than this.”

Nico in the most ridiculous juxtaposition of walking meme and knockout fashion, flashed finger guns and a twinkle of a wink in Maki’s direction as she nodded, skipping away backwards up the carpet.

Maki collapsed into the back seat of the cab, glad for the near privacy. She was going to have to practice a few conversational quips for the movie date. What was the hot movie for 13 year old little brothers these days anyway? She pulled out her phone to do a few quick searches about topics of interest to teens, her cheek still tingling.

A/N: Okay, so you're getting three chapters. Sue me ; )

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Yazawa Family #Yazawa Cocoro #siblings #humor #Maki's a lesbian disaster #FALLING IN LOVE #the literal way ; )#Hooray for Hollywood #Fluff #Hollywood #And Vine

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