#they went for risotto after

[denim-mixtapes]

All I Ever Wanted Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8K Tags: Best friends to lovers, minor hurt/comfort, half-joking marriage proposals, VERY BRIEF fatphobic comment and general bad-date-behavior, really stupidly soft fluff, pet names instead of y/n.

Summary: Eddie has always been your best friend, the person you'd much rather spend your time with than going out on dates, but he swears he never wants to get married and likes to play the wingman for you, so you've come to terms with the fact that things will always just be platonic between you...or will they?

[AO3]

As the man in front of you chews his steak, open mouthed, and over-explains the American football scoring system you can’t stop your mind from wandering. Your fork pokes at your risotto absent-mindedly as you give your date a blank nod. Before this date, you were confident that a touchdown was worth six points, but the tone with which he’s speaking to you has you doubting yourself on a subject you honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Another nod and a soft “mhm,” prompts him to continue, however, so you figure you have another five to ten minutes of daydreaming before he decides to ask you another rhetorical question and speak over your answer.

Your date drones on, and you can’t help but wonder what you would be doing if you turned down this dinner to hang out with your best friend (like you originally wanted to). 

Sure, you shouldn’t be thinking about another man when you’re on a date, but Eddie Munson isn’t just some other man. He never has been. From the moment you joined Hellfire club in your freshman year, the man has been nothing less than a best friend to you. Even now, well into your twenties, he’s the only constant in your life. Dates come and go, but you’ll always have Eddie. 

Of course, you’ve always wondered if there could be something more there. After all, not a day goes by that you don’t speak. 

There’s a level of comfort between you two that you don’t think you’ve ever experienced even within your long term relationships. Hands that always seem to find each other, whispers passed across the small expanse of a shared bed during movie nights that went on for just a little too long. His shoulder felt like the comfiest pillow whenever you sat next to him on the couch, and he swears up and down that nobody is allowed to touch his hair, but he’s always begging you to braid it for him. Smiles passed over cocktail glasses and beer bottles after his band plays a show, his hand on your knee when he accompanies you to the latest play you’ve been dying to see. Every outing with your best friend feels more like a date than the last…but then he urges you to accept the drinks from strangers at the bar and convinces you to go on dates when other people ask, which is how you ended up here. Plus, he’s vehemently anti-marriage and laughs whenever you bring up your dream wedding, claiming he never wants to be tied down, so you know even if you did try to pursue something more than friendship with him, it wouldn’t lead anywhere.

Still, you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Yeah, you think as a bit of mashed potato flies from your date’s mouth, landing on the rim of your glass, you’d take a lifetime of platonic dates with Eddie over this any day. Even if platonic is all it will ever be.  

You manage to make it through dinner with a forced pleasant smile and a neck ache from nodding so much, but politely decline dessert in hopes to get out of the restaurant as soon as possible. 

“Atta girl,” the creep actually snorts, nose turned up and eyes pointed at your backside as you stand to leave. You also notice that the amount of cash he threw on the table would only account for a $0.47 tip on a nearly $30 bill, but that’s hardly relevant as he finishes his comment. “Gotta keep it tight, right? The chocolate cake really isn’t worth the risk.” 

His hand on your lower back feels slimy as he guides you out of the restaurant and you bite your tongue to hold back a venomous reply. 

When you stop in front of your car, you’re thanking every deity possible that you decided to meet him here rather than accepting his offer to drive you. The air is tense, thick with humidity and the impending horror that is the kiss he surely feels entitled to, but before he gets too close your hand flies out between you, stopping him in his tracks with an awkward grin. Reluctantly, he shakes your hand, still leaning in and hoping he might still get at least a little bit lucky. His smarmy smile raises the hair on the back of your neck when he promises to call you. 

You severely hope that he doesn’t. 

It isn’t until you take your keys out of the ignition ten minutes later that you realize in your skeeved out haze, your auto-pilot has brought you to Eddie’s driveway rather than your apartment complex. 

The lights inside are out, but a faint blue television glow in the living room window tells you that he’s home and more than likely awake. With a huff, you kick off your heels and throw them into the back seat, more interested in braving the rocks in the driveway than going another minute wearing the damn things, and make your way to the front door. You let yourself in with your spare key, but announce your arrival with a boisterous shout so you don’t startle him. 

“Hey! Just me!” You call, hanging your purse off of the barstool nearest the door and shedding your jacket. 

There’s a muffled greeting from the couch, and you look up to find Eddie waving and smiling around a mouthful of popcorn. After an exaggerated swallow, he repeats, “wasn’t expecting you tonight.” 

“Yeah,” you say with another dramatic huff, padding down the length of the trailer to his bedroom. He watches with amusement as you strut around his home as if it were your own, never once does he stop you, though. Already digging in his dresser drawers, you call out to him, “can I borrow some pajamas? I need to get out of these damn pantyhose.” 

His only response is a gentle laugh and a soft, “‘Course, doll.” 

There’s an electronic fizzle from beyond the door, and the blue light goes dark, followed soon enough by a light rapping of Eddie’s knuckles against the door left slightly ajar. You’ve just pulled on your favorite tee shirt of his (a threadbare tour shirt from Ozzy Osbourne’s Ultimate Sin concert, the tickets were his present from you for finally graduating) and a clean pair of boxers, so you wrench open the door to find him leaning casually on the frame, innocent smile fixed on his face. 

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks. 

Of course, he doesn’t really want to listen to you talk about your date. He never does, though he’d never admit it to you, but he’s gotten used to this particular kind of torture, and he’d rather hear you huff about the bad ones than gush about the good ones anyway. 

A heavy sigh hangs in the air between you, and you shrug as you flop ungracefully onto his bed, scooting higher to rest your feet on the headboard and flinging your arms out beside you haphazardly. The mattress dips beside you as Eddie lays down as well, head next to yours, feet dangling off the foot of the bed. His hair tickles at your ear where it fans out beside him, and you giggle as you reach up to tuck it away, turning your head to face him as best you can. 

“I don’t know,” you sigh one more time, “there isn’t much to say that couldn’t be said about the last one.”

“Did this one at least remember his wallet?” He asks, a bite in his tone that he usually reserves only for the men who treat you poorly.

You hum, hand still tangled in his hair. “Yeah, but the poor waitress deserved a much better tip than he gave her so I couldn’t leave without slipping a fiver on the table.” 

“You’re a saint, sweetheart.” He chides with a sole, warm ‘hmph’ of a laugh.

“Yeah well,” your own laugh is bitter, “he practically grabbed her ass and called mine too fat in the same breath, so I felt like I owed her something to apologize for his behavior.” 

“You’re fucking kidding me.” 

For all the anger in his words, his voice is soft. The air between you crackles with warmth, comfort. Eddie turns to face you, reaching up to hold onto your wrist as you continue to play with his hair thoughtlessly. His thumb strokes at the soft skin he finds there, warm brown eyes searching your own as you continue. 

“I wish.” You don’t want to admit what comes next, but the words flow on their own, damning you before you could even try to stop them. “...You know, I sometimes wonder why I even bother with these men when here you are, being absolutely perfect.” 

He beams with pride, eyes wrinkling at the corners like they always do when you catch him off guard with a compliment. He looks like sunshine and it makes your heart ache. 

“Well, I try my best.” The silence in his pause is familiar, not uncomfortable, both of you teetering on the edge of a giggle that you won’t fully let out. After another beat, he groans dramatically as he sits up, using his feet for momentum to stand fully. You watch as he stands in front of the mirror on his dresser and piles his hair atop his head, pulling a scrunched sort of face as he can’t get it to sit just right. “Anyway, you deserve it, you know.” He says, making eye contact with you in the reflection. “The best, that is.” 

You roll your eyes and sit up, scooting to the end of the bed and patting the spot in front of you. “Come here, before you make it worse.” 

He manages a sheepish smile and sits cross legged on the floor in front of you. As you finger comb out the tangles in his hair, slowly, and with quite a bit of resistance, you keep ranting, foolishly. You don’t notice that he preens at your touch, that he’s practically melting under your ministrations. He swears he’ll be a puddle of a man before you’re finished with the braid you’re working on, too focused on your playing in his hair that he zones out for a moment until your hands come to a stop, tying off the braid and patting his shoulders with one final, pathetic mumble. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just not meant to ever get married.” 

Eddie’s heart cracks along with the crack in your voice. 

He laughs, not maliciously, but dry and in disbelief, and he turns in place. Kneeling now, he wraps his arms around your waist and scratches absent-mindedly at your lower back. Eyebrows knit together with concern as he studies your face and realizes, while a little misguided, you’re serious. Eddie wants to argue, he wants to explain at great lengths how very untrue that is, how you’re still young and you’ll still find your person and that maybe you’ve already met your person and maybe he’s right here already on his knees in front of you…

…but all that comes out is a harsh, hissed, “fuck that.” 

Something unidentifiable in his eyes – hurt, maybe? – claws at your chest, constricting your heart in the same way that his arms squeeze your sides. 

Suddenly, eye contact with your best friend becomes the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Your eyes drop to where your hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, the tiniest shake to your head that you aren’t even sure he could detect. 

“Hey,” he says, voice tight but stern. Hands splay open on your back, and he ducks lower to meet your gaze. “Look at me.” 

Down the line, if anyone were to ask Eddie what made him say what he says next, he wouldn’t have a straight answer. Maybe it’s the tears pooling in your eyes that he desperately wants to stop from falling, or the way you reach out to hold his cheek when your eyes meet again. Maybe it’s the sick churning in his stomach, an uneasy, uncomfortable sort of feeling that he thinks might only go away if he tells you how he feels. Maybe some combination of the three. 

Whatever it is that makes him say it doesn’t matter, because he says it, and he says it with all the confidence in the world. 

“Shit, I’ll marry you,” he says softly, “just say the word.” 

A laugh bubbles from your lips, a tinny, wet little giggle, but it stops the tears from falling and it’s music to Eddie’s ears. You clear your throat, heart swelling at his words, and laugh again. 

At first you aren’t sure how to take the comment. Though his words are ripe with sincerity, it's clearly a joke. It has to be. He’s just trying to make you feel better. 

You wrinkle your nose and stroke his rosy cheekbone with your thumb, letting out another laugh. “What,” you say, dropping your hand to rest on his shoulder. “You wanna make one of those marriage pacts?” 

“Mariage what?” 

Eyes rolling, you squeeze his shoulder before scooting back up the bed to lay down. “You know,” you chuckle, working your way under the covers while Eddie stands to turn off the light. “If neither of us are married – which I know you won’t be – in ten years, we’ll marry each other.

“Nah,” he brushes off casually. The way he lands on the mattress beside you makes your whole body bounce and you giggle, he must have launched himself from the doorway to land like that. He props himself up on his elbow, one hand on his own cheek and the other reaching out to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean, if that’s what you want. But I’d marry you tomorrow. Shit,” this time when he laughs, you can hear the nervous energy behind it. Your eyes search his face for any hint of a joke or tease, but all you find are deep, sincere eyes and a wrinkle between his worried brow. “I’d take you to the courthouse tonight in my Ozzy tee shirt if they were open.” 

“Eddie,” you scoff, pushing his shoulder playfully, but hiding your blush behind the covers. You’re not about to let yourself get excited, not yet, you’re still positive he’s just trying to cheer you up. “You hate the concept of marriage.”

“Maybe,” he mumbles, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips, smile widening, “but I love you.” 

You roll your eyes, certain at this point he must be messing with you. “I love you too, weirdo, but I’ll be fine. You don’t have to pity-marry me.” 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, falling to his back with almost manic laughter and scrubs his hands down his face. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“What!?” You ask incredulously, propping yourself up so now you’re the one leaning over him, fixing him with a squint and another shake of your head. 

He peers up at you through soft lashes, those damn round eyes roaming your face as he contemplates how much he wants to admit. There’s another rosy hint to his cheeks, and a darker one to the tips of his ears exposed by his pulled back hair. You have to stop yourself from reaching out to palm his cheek again. 

Your breath is shallow as you wait for his response, replaying the conversation over and over in your head and trying to piece it together. You fear he can hear your heart beating in your chest as it hammers against your ribs, but if he can he doesn’t show it. He only shows his own nerves, the pinch between his brows and stuttering breath.

Shit– is he really as nervous as he seems? Is this conversation really headed where you think? 

“I just –” he shakes his head, tearing his eyes from your face in lieu of looking at the ceiling. Eye contact seems to be hard for the both of you, now. “I just told you that I love you and that I would fuckin’ marry you tomorrow, and you think it was just pity. Sweetheart, you may be a little dense sometimes but I know you’re not stupid.” 

“Well, I-” 

“Don’t argue with me,” he sits up, elbows to his knees and looks over his shoulder at you. You think it’s an attempt to hide the way he blushes further, but his ears give him away as always. “Listen. Use the brain in that pretty little head, come on, up.” He reaches out his hand for yours and pulls you up to sit beside him when you take it. You instinctively hug your legs to your chest for some sort of comfort and rest your cheek on your knee, looking at him. He smiles gently and mirrors you, both of you laughing when he trips up trying to cross his ankles. He’s a little too tall to be pulling this position but he’s determined. 

You’re both still hanging on the edge of giggles when he speaks up again. “Do you realize how much I just love this?” He asks, nudging your shoulder with his own. “I may not like – or even fully understand why or you have to bring the government into a relationship, but if it means I get to spend the rest of my life doing stupid shit with you, or doing nothing at all with you…doing everything with you? Sign me up.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, Eddie,” you admit, smiling and hiding your face in your knees, suddenly shy. “You don’t have to marry me just to keep me around.”

Again he mumbles, “maybe not.” A slow smile spreads on his cheeks as he reaches out to cradle your cheek in his hand, turning your face back toward him so you could no longer hide from his affection. Your cheeks burn, a hot mix of your flushed skin and this new, suddenly more intimate way of Eddie touching you. It doesn’t feel quite as platonic as it used to. “But I don’t want you to just stick around.” He’s the one to look away, just briefly, at his admission. Like saying it out loud was just too much pressure. With a stroke of his thumb over your bottom lip, he locks back on your eyes. “Don’t wanna send you off on dates with creeps and pick up the pieces after, or smile and nod when someone wants to buy you a drink when we’re out together. I wanna take you on dates and make sure they’re damn good from the get-go…I want to call you mine.” 

You lean into his touch, grinning from ear to ear. “How come you never said anything before?” 

“I didn’t think I had to,” he laughs suddenly, throwing his hands up in self defense. You’d never admit it out loud, but you already miss the warmth of his palm when they drop back into his lap. “I thought I was pretty obvious, always takin’ you out on date-like-outings and telling you how stunning you look and…I dunno, I thought I’ve been flirting with you for quite some time now.” 

There’s no stopping the giggle that you let out in response, “Eddie, you flirt with everyone.” 

“Fair point.” 

Reaching out, you take his hand and fold it between both of yours, staring at them while you think over your next response. “So then…why did you encourage me to go on so many dates? Play the wingman? Even when I told you all I wanted to do was hang out with you?” 

His skin flushes crimson, and he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.” 

Despite the way your chest tightens at his words and the way they leave you breathless, you can’t help but reply, “you dumbass.” He’s taken aback by your words but you’re both laughing still, “I’m happy with you.” 

“Well don’t we make an odd, oblivious couple.” 

There’s a beat of comfortable silence between you, and then it happens the way everything does between you and Eddie: naturally. One moment you’re laughing about how blind you’ve both been, and the next his lips are on yours. He kisses you slow, lazy, and without urgency, like he has all the time in the world to show you how he feels, his lips working yours open while you hold onto a fistful of his shirt. 

This kiss is the perfect punctuation to a conversation that neither of you were prepared for. It’s the start to something new, but it feels so right that it hardly feels like the start of anything, like this is how it’s always been. 

When he first breaks the kiss, you’re immediately drawn back to him, almost magnetically. The second you take a shaky breath, inhaling his familiar scent and lingering smoke in the air, you pull him back in by the collar to return his kiss fervently, deeper than the last. Without breaking your embrace, Eddie guides you down onto the bed and hovers over you, swallowing your sigh when he grips your waist tightly. His lips are softer than you’d imagined, but heavenly velvety against yours, and you can’t stop yourself from taking his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging with a coy smile. 

He hums, holding your face in place and peppering you with a few, smaller, chaste pecks before dropping a single kiss to the tip of your nose and then your forehead. 

There’s a twinkle in his eye when he asks, “so are we gettin’ married tomorrow, or what?” 

“Hmm,” your fingernails scratch at the nape of his neck gently as you dramatically  ponder his proposal and his eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “How about I start as your girlfriend for a little bit? And then maybe save marriage for…the third date.” You giggle, and you pause, the sincerity of your next comment choking you up before it even leaves your lips. “I love you, too, Eds. I just realized I never said it back, not really.” 

There’s a rumble of laughter in his chest where your head now rests, “yeah, you deserve that big dream wedding, anyway. None of that courthouse shit. When it comes time, you’re getting the works.” Another kiss dropped to the crown of your head, his lips lingering there and fingers drawing little circles in the skin of your shoulder. “But that takes time to plan, so…third date it is.”

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[alastor-simp]

Lilia Vanrouge Catches Reader Cosplaying As Them

"Do Do Dodo~" Lilia was inside the Diasomnia kitchen, preparing another one of his "meals" for his adopted sons and Malleus. "Lets see, a dash of paprika, a drop of soy sauce, and a few handfuls of chopped cherries." Lilia was floating around gathering all of the ingredients, until he heard the sound of the door opening, and came to see Silver entering the kitchen, looking confused. "Oyaji-dono? What are you doing here? Weren't you just at Ramshackle?" Silver had come closer to Lilia, but he still had a confused look on his face as he was trying to figure out how Lilia was in two different locations. "Hm? I was here preparing dinner the whole time." Lilia had turned towards Silver, but he was still floating around the kitchen, gathering more ingredients from the cabinets and fridge. "How strange. I was passing by Ramshackle and I happened to spot you in one of the windows.", Silver placed his hand on his head, trying to recall what he saw. "Kufufu, Silver. You must have dreamt it." Lilia chuckled as he stared back at Silver with an amused expression, finding it adorable that Silver was envisioning him in his dreams. Lilia went back to preparing the "meal", but noticed that there was on ingredient missing, "Oh dear, it seems we are out of lemon juice. Seems I will have to visit Sam's shop. Silver, can you watch over the dish while I go to the store." Silver nodded his head and came closer to the dish on the counter, letting Lilia know that he would watch over it." Lilia thanked Silver, then left the kitchen, as he began heading over to Sam's. Silver waited until he knew Lilia was gone, and proceeded to toss the concoction in the trash. He then started to clean up the counter to prepare making some mushroom risotto for dinner.

On the route towards Sam's, Lilia had noticed Malleus walking down the same path, most likely heading back to Diasomnia after his evening stroll. "Ahh Malleus. Coming back from your stroll I see." Lilia smiled, as he walked closer to Malleus. Malleus having spotted Lilia, looking slightly shocked to see Lilia. "Lilia? How odd. I had thought you were at Ramshackle." Lilia was now surprised, as he had not only been told by Silver that he was at Ramshackle, but now Malleus. Lilia explained to Malleus that he was preparing dinner and was told by Silver that he had seen him at Ramshackle, but assumed Silver had only dreamed about it. "That is strange. Do you suspect someone is pretending to be you to cause mischief?" Malleus said as he placed his hand on his face, tilting his head in thought. Lilia now decided that he should check out Ramshackle and see if he could find this person pretending to be him. He told Malleus that he would handle it and not to worry so much. He bid Malleus a good night and proceeded to head towards his new destination.

Lilia had arrived at Ramshackle, scanning his eyes around to see if he could spot his clone, but did not see anyone around. "Hmm. Maybe the prefect has seen them. I'll go and ask them." Lilia made his way to the door and knocked, but got no response. He knocked again, but realized that the door was still open and not fully closed. Entering through the door, he walked down the hallway and peeked inside the rooms, seeing if he could spot the prefect. Lilia stopped for a second as he was able to hear voices coming from the bedroom, most likely Grim and the prefect talking to each other.

"Nyah! Of all of the people you could dress up as, you chose the bat guy, and NOT THE GREAT GRIM!?", Grim was bouncing up and down on the ground in anger. You were inside your room, having finished dressing up, but you did not dress up for bed, You were wearing an outfit that resembled Lilia vice dorm leader outfit. Along with the uniform, you had also put on some fangs and a black wig with pink highlights. Giggling, you bent down and pet Grim's head, apologizing to him, but also saying finding a cat costume to resemble him would be much harder to put together and more expensive. Grim huffed yet slowly started to purr as you kept petting his head. Grim was still annoyed, but he said nothing as he jumped up to the bed and curled into a ball, getting comfortable for his nap . Walking towards the mirror, you examined how you looked, making sure that everything was in its place. You had a thing for cosplaying, and ever since coming to this world, you were amazed by how decorative and beautiful the outfits were at NRC, especially the dorm + vice leaders uniforms. You didn;t choose Lilia specifically, but you decided that out of all of the outfits, his seemed like the most easy to put together, also it was very beautifully designed. As you continued to look at yourself in the mirror, you were able to see a reflection from behind you in the mirror, Alarmed, you turned in shocked, wondering who it was, only to realize that it was none other then Lilia himself. Both you and Lilia were having a stare off as you both said nothing while you continued to look at each other.

"Kufufu, well well" "IM SORRY!" You didn't catch what Lilia said, as you apologized profusely, while running towards the bathroom, hiding yourself from him. Lilia howled with laughter, finding your reaction adorable. Grim hadn't even registered that Lilia was in the room as he was already knocked out on the bed. Lilia made his way over to the door, knocking as he called out your name, telling you to come out. "Y/nnnnn~ Come on out.", Lilia sang your name out playfully, as he continued to knock on the door. After a few moments, you called out from the other side saying okay and that you were coming out. You left the bathroom, and came face to face with Lilia. but you casted your eyes down, feeling super embarrassed that you were caught by the person you were cosplaying as. Twiddling your fingers, you looked up at Lilia, who was still smiling at you. "A-are you mad?" Giggling, Lilia shook his head no, continuing to stare at you with a happy expression. "I'm not mad, but I would like to know why you are dressed as me, do you find me that cute that you couldn’t resist dressing up as me" Lilia said, placing his hands on your wig, playing with the strands.

Feeling shy and face as red as a tomato, you explained to Lilia that you were into cosplay and told the whole story about how you decided to cosplay as him. Your intentions were innocent and you felt sorry if you caused problems for him. Grabbing the wig from your head, you started to take it off, however, Lilia stopped you from doing that. “Oh no you don’t. Put that wig back on.” Lilia said as he slid the wig back on your head. “You went through all the trouble to dress up like me, so there is no need to take it off now.” Lilia then started to squish your cheeks playfully, as he looked at you with loving eyes.

“Hehe, I swear you are the most interesting human I have ever met. I have traveled all over and come across many humans in my lifetime, and out of all of the humans I have met, you stand out the most. For as long as I live, I will never grow tired of you and your precious antics.” Lilia smile widely, revealing his fangs, while you were feeling like putty under his gaze, while he continued to squish your cheeks. After finally finding the strength to speak, you asked Lilia if he would like to take a photo/selfie of the both of you, as a way to remember this moment and also shocked the others with if they were to see it on Magicam. Chuckling, Lilia agreed and floated behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug. Taking your phone out, the both of you smiled, saying "Cheese" and titling the pic #BatCuties🦇.

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[blues824]

round 5 ‼️‼️ gotta feed them silver simps

silver w prompts 18 and 19!!

You requested: Christmas Dinner, Making Christmas Dinner, + Mistletoe 

Sorry I forgot it on the last request!!

Silver

Because the Diasomnia crew was going back to Briar Valley for Winter Break, you had proposed having a dinner celebration before then because you were not going to see them for a little while. Malleus and Lilia knew that there was a bit of a situationship between you and Silver, so they were all too happy to accept your invitation.

It was a rather casual occasion, but you still decorated the dormitory appropriately for the season it was. You were wiping down the counter when you got a text from a certain silver-haired knight.

Do you need any help setting up?

You paused to look around you, seeing if you actually needed any assistance. Then you realized that you would need help preparing dinner. You needed a few ingredients as well, but your hands were tied at the moment. So, you decided to call him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Silver! How good are you at cooking? Or even just following a recipe?”

“I would say I am proficient.”

“Good, because I need help preparing the meal and I need a few ingredients. It’s not a lot, and I’ll pay you back-”

“No need. I’ve got you covered. Being a knight pays fairly well, so don’t worry.”

“You are my knight in shining armor… When do you think you’ll get here?”

“Should be less than an hour. I’ll head to Sam’s Shop right now.”

“Ok! Sounds good. See you later!”

“Bye, Y/N.”

~~~~~~~~

True to his word, he arrived at Ramshackle no later than an hour after he hung up. He knocked on the door with his free hand, grocery bag in the other. He had to escape from his dorm quietly, otherwise his father would have wanted to help with the cooking, and the last thing anyone needed before the trip was food poisoning.

When you answered the door, you had a smile on your face as you tried to take the groceries from him, but he refused, saying he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he had you carry them. You let him in, and he set them on the counter, and he immediately set about rolling up his sleeves to his elbows and washing his hands.

Seeing him roll up his sleeves had to be the hottest thing you had ever seen. You were able to clearly see the veins of his hands and the slightly toned muscles in his forearms. You could have died happy right then and there.

ANYWAY, he turned to you as he wiped his hands on the towel.

“What are we going to be making?”

“…Buckle up.”

~~~~~~~~

He was right: he was proficient when it came to cooking. Of course, he was just following the recipe, but he was doing really well. For the dinner, you wanted to make their favorite dishes as well as some dishes from your own world as well.

That meant that you were making mushroom risotto, salmon carpaccio, you had gotten some ice cream beforehand, and you looked up some tomato dishes. You also, luckily, had some tuna to feed Grim. The smell of the kitchen wafted through the air, making the cat hungry, and more than a few times you and Silver had to swat his paws away from the food.

When you had diced the onions, he got concerned when you started crying. He rushed over to you and checked to see if you had cut yourself. You were definitely surprised by the close proximity, but you had to assure him that you were fine and it was the onions rather than you actually being hurt.

In order to make sure that you were alright, he took over chopping the onions, and they still managed to make him tear up, but he kept going. He would rather do it, even if it did sting a bit, because you were washing out your eyes with some water at the moment.

Onion incident aside, everything else went smoothly. You both talked about whatever came to mind, topics such as how his training was going or what Sebek freaked out about just the other day. To hear that your fellow First Year was screaming at a poor Diasomnia student for daring to not bow before the great Malleus Draconia was not surprising. In fact, you felt pity for the student, as they might not have known the proper etiquette for being around the Royal Family.

When you placed the last dish out on the table and covered it with aluminum foil, you thanked him for all his help, and an awkward silence fell over you both. He gathered his things and exited the door back to Diasomnia, going to change because he had gotten some stuff all over his clothes. You were in a similar state and rushed upstairs to get a change of clothes.

Meanwhile, two certain faes and a certain cat were plotting a little something, and Grim quietly slipped out of the room to get one last decoration. Malleus and Lilia totally bribed him the last time they saw him by the way, offering to bring the fanciest tuna that money could buy.

~~~~~~~~

You were a bit nervous for the dinner, as you had never hosted royalty before. You yourself didn’t know how to act, and you were afraid you were gonna end up like the scolded Diasomnia student. However, you were not afraid to fight Sebek back.

Anyway, the doorbell rang, and you rushed to open it. Your guests had arrived, and you greeted each and every one of them as they walked in. They took in the decorated, yet still ramshackled dormitory, and you were getting even more nervous. However, Silver gave you a comforting smile that made your butterflies settle down.

“What lovely decorations, Prefect!~” Lilia said as he put his coat on the coat-rack.

“It smells wonderful, Child of Man,” Malleus could definitely sense your nerves, so he tried to calm you down.

“Thank you. The food is ready, if you’re all hungry!” You said, leading them to the kitchen, where they would assemble their own plates. You were afraid that you were gonna be yelled at for daring to make the prince make his own plate of food, but you got no retribution. You looked at Sebek and his mouth actually was duct-taped. The sight made you giggle, but you moved on rather quickly.

Once everyone got their servings, you all sat down in the living room to enjoy each other’s company. The piece of tape on the younger knight’s mouth was removed on the condition that he would not complain. To be fair, you learned to make salmon carpaccio for him, so he had no real reason to complain anyway.

Silver had a serving of the mushroom risotto, his favorite, and he noticed that his father took some as well, making him feel a bit happy. He took a bite and noticed that it tasted wonderful, a great fruit of you and him working as a team. 

You were invested in your conversation with Malleus, asking him about his grandmother and her wellbeing, any new gargoyles he took notice of, the types of architecture back in the Briar Valley, and he was all too happy to speak about it with you. Silver found himself staring at you, and Lilia discovered that as well, giving him a bit of an elbow.

“Why don’t you actually talk to Y/N?” His father whispered to him.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lilia. I talk to them regularly.”

“Oh, but you do know what I mean. I’ve seen that look in many eyes, including my own. You’re in love, my son,” He said, a knowing gleam in his smile.

~~~~~~~~

As the crew got up to leave, you noticed that Malleus, Lilia, and even Grim all had smirks on their faces. You were definitely very suspicious, especially as you lingered behind with Silver, not quite ready for him to leave yet.

“Are you sure I can’t pay you back for your help today?” You asked, stopping right before the front door.

“I am very sure, Prefect. You don’t need to worry,” He said, also stopping. He was trying his hardest to not fall asleep right then and there, feeling the day’s exhaustion catching up to him.

Then you noticed something like magical sparkles floating down. You looked up to see a levitating piece of mistletoe, letting out a gasp as both of your faces grew warm. Silver looked back into your eyes.

“I am not one to stray from tradition, but I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Are you asking if you can kiss me?”

“I suppose…?”

“Then yes.”

And with that, as the rest of the Diasomnia crew celebrated outside your front door, your knight in shining armor placed a gentle and delicate kiss upon your lips. His hands went to cup your face, and your hands went to hold onto his arms, both of you reveling in the loving embrace of your newfound lover.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #silver vanrouge #twst silver x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #silver #twst silver vanrouge #twst silver vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge x reader

[chefkids]

Sydney is on the last train home

This clips little mention of a choo choo train reminded me of something.

At the end of Ceres after Carmy turned down Sydney's risotto dish, Last Train home is playing.

Sydney is what Carmy believes to be the fallen angel, she fell into The Beef to save it. But really she's just there because she fell behind on life. She feels out of luck and out of time. Her wishbone tattoo symbolizing her desire for good luck and her mother's car symbolizing her short time on earth.

If Carmy doesn't want to love her or listen to her and help her get to where she feels she needs to get (the stars, accolades etc) then he needs to let her go because she feels out of time to achieve her goals. Season 3 it's all on the line for her because she feels like she is giving it her all and it's finally being seen by her dad, and she can't let Carmy be the one to mess it up for her.

She put her heart where it didn't belong by giving the dish to the food critic because she believed in it and loved it. And then things went wrong. Carmy also put his heart where it didn't belong and messed things up for himself by getting locked in the fridge. Sydney overheard him saying he's not even sure he's meant for this and he might not want to keep going, which made Sydney throw up. Sydney wants to know if he's actually going to quit on her or if he's hopping on The Bear Express. Season 3 is the last train for The Bear, they either make or they don't and it ends for Sydney, and everyone else.

#the bear #sydcarmy #the bear meta #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #chefs kiss

[lexithwrites]

lexith writes | @jegulus-microfic | 6th feb - murder 861 words

James was used to blood now. He still hated the smell, the hot, wet metallic that made his nose sting and his eyes water, but he was used to it. Coming home and having that familiar scent wafting through the flat didn’t make him pause, didn’t make his skin crawl or his stomach lurch. It was just normal.

When Regulus had first explained it all to him he had thought he was mad. Not Regulus, but himself. Maybe he had lost it? Had he just imagined a boyfriend and now he was a monster? Maybe…stranger things had happened. But then Regulus showed him, and he realized he wasn’t making it up. This was reality and it was a reality he could choose to leave, or choose to stay in. 

It was an easy choice. 

“Love?” He called softly, shutting and locking the door and putting down his backpack. There was some muffled movement from down the hall and he noticed the crack in the bathroom door where light was spilling out. At least it wasn’t their bedroom again. James had hated that. “Regulus? Do you need anything?” 

“No.” A sharp reply came and James couldn’t help but bite his lip when his boyfriend's voice came back strangled. Like he had something in his mouth that he hadn’t yet swallowed. 

“Okay. I’m gonna make dinner, alright?” No response, so James went into the kitchen and started dinner.

Normal. This was normal now, he reminded himself. 

Regulus’ feeding routine was the same every month. He tried to act like a regular person everyday. He ate food, drank water and sometimes alcohol. He went to parties and to his work and he smiled and laughed like everybody else, but sometimes, when he could no longer take it, he snapped.

That’s when it happened.

It was never a good person, or a nice person. He told James they were bad people, and he believed him. He knew Regulus well enough to trust he wouldn’t harm an innocent person, that he had to seek people out specifically for this. That had to mean something, right? It was murder but…maybe taking these kinds of people out was for the greater good.

That’s what James told himself, anyway. 

An hour passed before Regulus walked in, fresh out of the shower and looking beautiful. James had made himself some risotto his mother had once shown him, and was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer in front of him. He smiled when Regulus came in and reached for his hand. No blood. 

“How do you feel?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Can…later can you help me…” Regulus looked away. 

“Of course. You know I always will.” James wondered how heavy this person was going to be. Last time they’d been pretty skinny which meant clean up was a lot more straightforward. Regulus did have to try and pin them down after all, they couldn’t be that much bigger than him.

Regulus, instead of sitting in the opposite seat at the table, moved to curl into James’ lap, shoving his face into his neck and inhaling. James wasn’t scared of that anymore, knowing that he was the last person Regulus would ever turn on. He’d probably harm himself before doing that.

“I know you hate it. But you have to do it.”

“I should be eating animals.” He sniffled.

“We tried that and it wasn’t enough. It made you sick, love.”

“I’m already sick.” 

James pulled back and cupped his face. “You are not sick.” His voice was firm but comforting. He needed Regulus to believe this. He spiraled after feeding but he always needed to be brought back to the surface. James couldn’t lose him. “You have to survive just like everyone else.”

“But it’s wrong.” Regulus’ eyes were getting wet with tears. 

“I don’t think it’s wrong.” James said. “But I know it’s hard.” He leaned a little closer so their noses bumped. “I love you, Regulus. More than anything. I’m gonna help you, okay? Whatever I need to do. If you need me to start—”

A hiss bubbled in Regulus’ chest and James swallowed. 

“Okay, okay. I won’t. Promise.” Regulus sunk against him again. 

“It's just…blood is so good.” He sighed, fingers trailing over James’ pulse point. He smirked. This part was a little plus, the feeling afterwards. The high, the lust. Not that they needed it to sleep together, definitely not, but the sex was always a little more…animalistic. And James often ended up with some shoulder bites he could admire later on. 

“I wouldn’t know.” James said, looking into Regulus’ eyes. “But I could.”

“Jamie.” He warned.

“I mean it. Then we could both do this together, properly. You get scared you’ll hurt me but love, you could never hurt me. Especially if I’m like you.” James closed his eyes and he felt a kiss over each eye. 

“It hurts. To change.” Regulus whispered.

“It wouldn’t. Not from you.” James captured his lips in a kiss and then picked Regulus up. “All you make me feel is love.”

Regulus smiled, and James saw the small glint of his fangs. His beautiful, beautiful fangs.

#this went on for so long but i love it #unhinged jegulus #sign me up #the marauders #regulus black #james potter #lexith writes #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #jegulus microfic

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 15: HANDCUFFS

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE

After about half an hour following the end of your class, all of the students and their parents had left and it was finally time for you to knock off as well and head to Cillian’s house for dinner.

Apparently, he was cooking for you and you weren’t quite sure whether you should be concerned or excited. No man had ever cooked dinner for you which is why, in the end, you went with option two. You were excited and looked forward to something other than instant noodles for a change.

***

When you finally arrived at Cillian’s apartment and he answered the door however, you were left speechless and, evidently, so was he was.

“This smells amazing. I can’t believe that you are actually cooking for me” you said after he gave you a quick kiss and before returning to stove.

“And I can’t believe how incredible you look in your dance clothes” Cillian responded when he saw you wearing not much else but a pair of tight leggings, leg warms and flats, combined with an oversized cardigan which covered the leotard you had on.  

“Is that sarcasm, because none of this looks appealing right now?” you asked somewhat confused while placing your bag to the side of the door and unzipping your cardigan.

“No. I am dead serious. You look hot in this” Cillian said before quickly turning down the heat on the stove and approaching you for a more serious kiss.

“You are so strange and I like it” you giggled against his lips while he caught you in a tight embrace before telling you that he had to finish cooking.

“What are you making?” you wondered and when he responded with the word “risotto” you were even more excited than before.

***

“So, Nina called me earlier and so did Dermont” Cillian then said after pouring you a glass of red wine, which is also when you joined him in the kitchen, watching him cook.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, panicking a little before telling Cillian that Connie asked you about which acting school you were going to.

“Yeah, she knows” Cillian informed you, but you weren’t quite sure what he meant by that.

“About?” you thus asked and Cillian explained.

“About us, which is fine” he said. He was almost unbothered by the fact that more and more people were now privy to your little secret.

“She won’t tell?” you asked, still worried.

“No, she won’t. Dermont and I have been friends for many years and I have entrusted them both with many secrets over time. Don’t worry about it, alright?” Cillian reassured you while taking your hands into his for a moment and pulling you in for a kiss.

“And Nina? How was she? Because she seemed rather upset at class today. I tried to help her but…” you began to say after your lips drifted apart and just as you spoke about his daughter with concern, Cillian felt a flutter in his stomach.

“I know. I’ve heard. Connie mentioned it to Dermont” he said almost shyly while looking into your eyes and seeing how truly beautiful you were. He was in awe with you and you could see this on his face.

“I am sorry Cill. I hope it was okay for me to get involved like this, as her teacher. It’s a tricky situation” you stammered nonetheless.

“I think it’s more than okay Y/N. You didn’t have to do that but I appreciate that you did. You are absolutely amazing and I think Nina really likes you. She didn’t stop talking about you and how cool you are” Cillian said to reassured you and a warm smile formed across his lips.

“I am pretty cool” you acknowledged with a quiet chuckle just as Cillian caressed your cheeks.

“Yes you are and I am very fucking lucky to have met you” he then went on to say before he kissed you again, this time more desperately than before.

“Cill, I am all sweaty…” you said, seeing that this kiss was lingering and turning into something else.

“I don’t care” he murmured in response before pulling away from you. “Although dinner is almost ready and risotto usually tastes best fresh, so we should probably eat first” he then said and you agreed.

......

You sat at the table and could smell his cologne as he set your plate down in front of you. God, this man was doing something to you no one else had managed before. His sent alone sent shivers down your spine.

“I hope you like it” Cillian then said and you smiled at him as he took his seat as well.

“It looks and smells amazing. Thank you” you said, which is also when you realised how that you liked how he made you feel, how he wanted you and how he wanted you to feel comfortable and welcome in his presence. He made an effort for you and he was so kind, gentle and empathetic that it made your heart melt. He was getting under your skin without him realising it, in best possible way. Sometimes you hated how he made you want him. It was never meant to be like this, but he had something that no one else had and it were moments like this, non-sexual ones, that you realised that you wanted him to be more than just a secret. You wanted him to be yours because you loved him, even after such a short amount of time.

.....

In the end, dinner was wonderful. Cillian was an amazing cook and, throughout, you chatted about life, Cillian’s children and the fact that you did not want any of your own. It was comfortable.

He made you relax around him which you loved and, after you had cleaned up, you decided that it was time for a shower.

“Go ahead. You know where everything is” Cillian said and, indeed, by now, you knew his apartment well enough to find your way around it.

Thus, you took your bag and got into the shower which is where you spent the next ten minutes until you were done.

Once done, you put on a thin cotton robe which you had brought with you and called out to Cillian.

“Do you have any moisturiser?” you asked and when he responded to your question and advised you that there is some in the top draw of his bedside table, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course there is” you chuckled, seeing what else he could possibly be using it for and, when you went to look for it, you were rather surprised to find something else as well, namely a set of handcuffs.

**

“Handcuffs? Seriously?” you teased just as you walked back into the living room with them, holding them up and causing Cillian to blush.

“This is not what it looks like” he reassured you almost nervously and you began to chuckle.

“Oh no?” you asked. “I am all ears then, so please explain!” you demanded and Cillian was quick to admit to you that the handcuffs were a present he received at a bucks-party a few weeks ago.

“Did you ever use them?“ you asked, causing Cillian to shake his head.

“No” he told you and this, to you, was the perfect invitation to try them out.

“I suppose there is always a first time for everything, right?” you thus teased before gesturing him to follow you into his bedroom.

“So, am I tying you up?” Cillian wondered just as his excitement grew and he followed you eagerly.

“No, I am tying you up and you will not be allowed to cum until I give you permission” you winked convincingly and, for all you knew, Cillian let out a quiet and inadvertent groan at the sheer thought of it.

“So, do you have any objections to my proposal then?” you winked as you pulled Cillian into the bedroom and he quickly shook his head.

“None whatsoever! Do whatever you want to me. I am all yours” he said almost desperately, causing you to laugh.

“Very well then. Take your clothes off and lay down for me” you ordered and, again, Cillian nodded eagerly.

“Yes ma’am” he then said jokingly while you watched him follow your orders until, eventually, he climbed onto his large bed.

“Good. Now put your arms up so that I can secure you to the bed” you winked while, suddenly, dropping your robe to the floor, causing Cillian’s chin to drop.

“Fuck” Cillian groaned at the sight of you just before you joined him and secured his wrists in cuffs to the bedhead.

“Unbelievable! I didn’t even touch you yet and you are so hard already” you teased as you kneeled back in order to study his body, including every vein on his hard shaft.

“Can you blame me?” Cillian chuckled and you shook your head.

"Just remember, you will not be permitted to cum until I say that you can" you then whispered. "Do you understand?" you ought to clarify and Cillian starred back at you and nodded again.

"Yes, ma’am” he stammered and, by this point, there was a slightly sardonic smile on his lips.

"Very good” you smiled broadly in return before you reached up, taking his face between your hands, and kissing him softly on the lips. The kiss was sensuous, your mouth lingering on his, and you felt a stirring in your core.

When you pulled away and glanced down, you also noticed that he was not only rock hard now but was also already leaking precum which you quickly collected with the tip of your index finger.

You then brought your index finger to your mouth and licked it clean, eliciting yet another groan from Cillian as he watched you teasing him like this.  

You then ran your fingers along his arms, down his neck and shoulders, and traced his nipples with your fingertips before moving your hands over his chest and stomach, sending shivers down his spine. Cillian groaned again in response and you felt him shiver.

You flashed a sly grin as you stopped just below his belly button and watched his cock twitch with need. You weren’t going to give in just yet and looked at him again, making him wait.

“Please” Cillian begged almost desperately, wanting you to touch him and, after a long moment, you reached down and lightly touched his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N! Please!” he groaned again as you flicked your fingers over the tip, fluttering and teasing.

“Be patient” you ordered as you just toyed with him for a few minutes before, finally, you used both hands and stroked his cock on both sides, feeling it swell under your fingers as Cillian made small noises of pleasure.

You continued to stroke with both hands, then wrapped one hand firmly around his shaft and stroked with more pressure until his body started to move.

“God why are you so fucking good at this?” Cillian groaned as, never before, he could have cum from a hand job alone but, for some reason, your hands were magic and he was so close already.

“Don’t cum” you ordered again, feeling the small pulsations of his cock against your hand.

“I am not sure if I can control myself Y/N” he told you through quiet little moan and you immediately pulled away and watched Cillian’s face. His lips were slightly parted, but his breathing was still normal.

“You have to Cillian! You will not cum until I tell you to cum” you reminded him before you reached out again and stroked his cock, gently but firmly, from base to tip.

“Fuck” Cillian spat again as, suddenly, you began to fondle his balls before, again, focusing your touch on his engorged shaft.

You used both hands again, keeping up the rhythm and the pressure and, when you noticed him starting to thrust upwards, you moved your hand away, causing him to groan softly.

Then, you made him wait some more before you squeezed the base of his shaft with one hand and began to lightly play the fingers of your other hand around the tip of his cock. You smeared the precum around the head as you felt your own juices drip out of your pussy. You continued to play with your fingers until Cillian groaned loudly again and then you pulled away once more.

“Fuck please” Cillian groaned as he thrusted his hips into the open air, his mouth open, his breathing rapid but you waited until his breathing slowed down and he stopped moving again.

“Please what?” you teased as you repositioned yourself.

“Please let me cum” Cillian begged as, by this point, you kept teasing him for thirty minutes already.

“No” you simply responded before you ran your hands up and down his lean, sculpted legs, savoring the smoothness of his skin.

You then continued to stroke his legs before tying back your hair.

“I am going to use my mouth now” you announced before lightly licking the underside of the tip of his cock.

“For fuck sake Y/N. You are killing me” Cillian groaned and you smiled as you felt a slight shiver in his body.

“I am sure you will survive” you teased as you licked his cock for a while longer before taking the head of his engorged member between your lips.

“Yes. God. Fuck” Cillian groaned incoherently as you sucked and licked just the head while reaching beneath him and digging your fingernails into his taut ass. When he pushed against you though, you backed away, watching his cock quiver inches from your face.

His tip was now leaking precum pretty much uncontrollably and every time Cillian’s body calmed down, you took all of him in your mouth, slowly sucking his full length, until you felt him quiver again.

For an entire hour, you teased him like this. You stopped and pulled away, watching the veins bulge on either side of his eager member.

“I am begging you Y/N” Cillian said desperately as all he could think about was his swollen cock. The teasing was starting to mess with his mind, and he swallowed hard. "Let me cum. Please” he thus begged again but you kept on going.

"Not yet" you said while his body was trembling until you both heard the doorbell ring.

“Ignore it and keep going” Cillian begged you but, after the third time, you both figured that it might be important so you quickly uncuffed Cillian who then went and answered the intercom.

After having wrapped a towel around him, he spoke to the fill in clerk at the bottom of the building who informed him that a woman by the name of Kit McCallum was there to see him.

“Fuck, alright. Send her up” Cillian said while looking at you with concern.

“Uhm, who is it?” you asked, seeing whether you should go and hide.

“Kit” Cillian said before having a thought about what to do.

“At eight o’clock on a Friday night? Why?” you asked surprised, seeing that this was a little odd and, when Cillian shrug his shoulders, you decided not to worry about it.

“I don’t know. I was not expecting her, but you may need to open the door for her” Cillian then begged you while looking at his raging erection which was still poking against the white fluffy towel that he had wrapped around him.

“And tell her what?” you asked, laughing.

“Tell her that I am in the shower, which is exactly where I am going now in order bring this hard-on down with some cold water” he explained before planting a kiss on to your lips and quickly wandering off.

To be continued…

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[yuurei20]

Jade and Floyd Info Compilation part 39: Mushrooms

Jade is very fond of mushrooms. Azul and Floyd are not.

Jade says that they both make a point of not eating anything he cooks for two weeks after he has been trekking in the mountains.

Floyd hates mushrooms, and in a Master Chef line he explains that he only came to dislike them after Jade started putting shiitake into every single thing he made. As a result, just looking at them makes him angry.

When Jade brings home a fresh batch of mushrooms from the mountains in a vignette Floyd insists that he get rid of them, but Jade does not want to merely toss them out and decides to donate them to the cafeteria, saying, “I just love them so much I could eat them all!”

The cafeteria incorporates them into a risotto. Both Floyd and Azul announce they will be avoiding it.

Floyd goes out of his way to make sure that Grim and the prefect do not try to bring back any mushrooms during Vargas Camp, and when Riddle visits Jade’s “Mountain Lovers Club” exhibition during Book 5 he tries to give away one of Jade’s “mystery mushrooms” to Riddle. Jade does not approve.

Jade utilizes the school’s botanical gardens to cultivate mushrooms, including a valuable “icicle mushroom” and wood ear mushrooms.

Jade also experiments with exposing mushrooms to electrical currents to encourage their growth and briefly supplied them to Mostro Lounge for free, but Azul becomes sick of them after the lounge’s menu becomes “mushroom mania” for two weeks, saying, “I cannot allow you to bore Mostro Lounge’s patrons with endless repetition.”

Jade’s ghost chef mentor leaves him to his own devices during the Culinary Crucible when Lilia’s cooking starts spewing purple smoke, and Jade sneaks in mushrooms that he picked in the mountains into his dish that paralyze Rook’s and the ghost chef’s tongues when they eat them.

Jade explains, “Whenever I find rare mushrooms or wild plants in the wilderness, I always make sure to bring some back with me. But eating them by myself would be an insult to these rare and precious ingredients.”

The Chef says, “You’re such a good cook, and so well-behaved. I thought you’d be a nice, reliable student to have in the kitchen…but no, you need to be watched like a hawk—even more so than the others!…What’s with you people?! You must cease with these arbitrary alterations!”

Jade is delighted to discover a certain soup in Harveston, saying it is one of the main reasons that he went on the trip at all.

Epel explains, “It’s a soup made from a real rare variety of mushroom…it’s one of our traditional foods, but it’s a real finicky ingredient—only experts can cook with it at all.” Idia comments, “So basically, it’s jank,” and Jade says, “I’ve always wanted to try a soup with this mushroom. This is a dream come true…”

Jade does not like conger eel, saying, "Its texture just doesn’t agree with me.”

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[professionaldrider]

THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, “Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

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[coconutdays]

Strawberries and Burgers

College AU! Eren Yeager x Reader.

Part 1. Part 2.

Warnings: just fluff I think for now T^T and some suggestive themes!

What the fuck is wrong with me

It's all Eren can think when he sees you doing your homework at the campus cafe and he just can't muster the courage to go up to you. God, you guys had just scheduled your date with each other two days ago, it can't be that hard to approach you right now.

Actually...

it is that hard.

You were typing away on your laptop, your headphones placed snugly on either side of your head, clueless to the world around you. You looked good doing it too.

You looked so fucking good doing it.

You were bare faced, something he wasn't surprised about considering he stalked your instagram that one time three nights ago after Jean's party and found a few photos of you just as make up free. You had really nice collarbones, the tank top and oversized hoodie combo adorning you emphasized it perfectly for him.

How did he score a date with you?

He wasn't in your line of sight since he was in the campus goodies shop across from the cafe, so he didn't need to hide when you took off your headphones and picked up your phone.

That sickeningly sweet smile of yours he couldn't get out of his head spread across your lips just as fast as he felt his phone vibrate. You had already warned him you were going to study and be offline for a bit, but he sure hated your restraint from him.

You had finally responded to him after an hour.

His last text to you had been a confession of how much he liked the way you smelled when he first met you followed by a series of texts on how he tried to defend how creepy it sounded in the most heartfelt way possible (which did not work, but you found the effort adorable.)

y/n: perv!!!!

y/n: not letting this sniffer anywhere near me whatsoever on our date.

He looked up at you for a second and saw you giggling to yourself.

So fucking cute.

Eren: :<

Eren: That's okay, as long as I get to look at you I'll be happy.

Why was he so cute?

The mere words he sent to you now displayed on the screen of your phone made you cover your eyes in pure embarassment. How he managed to make you feel like a lovesick middle schooler again was a mystery to you.

Hopefully he'd stay after your first date together.

Straining against the heat on your cheeks, you responded to his text.

y/n: Okayyyyy maybe one sniff

y/n: just cause that sounded sweet

Eren: sounded sweet huh

Eren: *img*

Eren: I should run out of gum more often. Had the best view when I was choosing between spearmint and watermelon.

He had sent a photo of you just moments ago, silently squealing into your hand.

Your mouth went agape as you chose to respond to him, trying to scour your surroundings to find out what angle he took that picture from.

y/n: AND YOU DIDN'T COME UP TO ME???

y/n: wowwwww. really waiting to see me until our date huh.

Eren: I would if it didn't look like you were actually studying.

Eren: I'll gladly buy you a frapuccino if you want me to come up to you.

y/n: A frap isn't necessary but I wouldddd like your presence.

He left on you on read the second you responded. If he was just as near as the photo made it look then he would-

"Hey."

This wasn't fair at all.

Eren Yeager is hot. You gathered that when you met him and couldn't ever stop believing it. He was tall, pretty, toned, and had an alluring personality.

Eren Yeager is hot and at this moment in time, such words didn't seem to suffice to explain how good he looked right now.

He was wearing those slutty guy shorts.

The ones that showed how sculpted his thighs were.

Yeah.

Those.

You instinctively smiled, "Hey."

He pulled a chair to sit close to you, but not enough to invade your personal space.

He raised a finger up before you could speak again, "By the way this is not our first date. When I'm helping you choose between risotto and gnocci this weekend, your computer is not gonna be third wheeling."

"I know." You took a sip of your frapuccino, " This is just us friends hanging out."

Eren laughed before leaning on the table, " You know I don't wanna be your friend."

You feigned sadness, "You don't wanna be my friend?"

Smirking, he leaned a bit closer to you, "Do you let your friends kiss you?"

"Nope."

"Then I don't wanna be your friend."

"What's that got to do hm?" You crossed your arms over each other.

"I wanna kiss you."

Chills ran down your spine and you had to distract yourself from making a fool of yourself in front of him.

"I wouldn't recommend it right now, my mouth tastes like pure coffee and caramel syrup."

He let out an airy laugh, flicking your forehead softly, "That's fine by me. Just tell me when you want me to."

You bit down the smile coming to your lips and shook your head.

What a fucking flirt.

"The restaurant we're going to has strawberry gelato. If you order it you could smell and taste like strawberries."

"Wouldn't you like that hm." You shook your head

"I'd go crazy for it, but that's just a suggestion." He tried to non chalantly lean away while raising his hands up.

"You're such a loser." You giggled

Eren's cheeks flared up, something you didn't know could happen to him.

If he knew his face was bright red, he didn't care because he started to smile and leaned close to you again.

"I like your giggle."

His face was mere inches away from yours and you couldn't stop yourself from quickly turning yours away to avoid the heat creeping up your neck.

However, just as quickly, he softly grasped your cheek and turned you to look at him.

"Don't pussy out loser."

You forced yourself to keep the eye contact with him, "From what hm."

"From me."

Fuck, he made you smile so much your cheeks hurt.

"You make me nervous. I can pussy out a little bit."

His forest lined irises were on you, just staring back at you.

"Trust me. You make me even more nervous." He confessed, softly swiping his thumb on your cheek

"Then why aren't you showing it?"

He changed the momento of the situation by letting go of you and shrugging his shoulders very cockily, "Gotta impress the girl I like."

"Oh! That reminds me. What's the dress code for our date?" You took your phone out while he scooted closer to you.

Eren thought for a second, "Well I was thinking of wearing a black dress shirt and black dress pant combo."

You opened your phone to your photo gallery, showing him three dresses, "Which one do you think is best suited to the restaurant. I ordered them last week and they're all supposed to get here tomorrow morning."

He leaned close to you over your shoulder to get a good look as you swiped between them and couldn't stop himself from pushing your finger away to stop from scrolling.

"That one."

That one was a red dress. It wasn't too fancy considering the color it was, but it wasn't any dress. To be fair, it reminded of you of the dress Ana wore when Christian proposed to her in the Fifty Shades movie and you got it for that sole reason, you wanted to recreate her look from that scene.

You nodded your head before turning off your phone and setting it back on the table, "Okay I was thinking that one too."

When you looked back up at Eren, his face was completely flushed.

He was beet red, even the tips of his ears.

In sheer shock, you raised a hand up to his forehead, "Are you okay?!"

Eren softly pushed your hand away, "I'm fine. You're just gonna look really pretty in that dress."

He shook his head a little in an effort to stop being flustered.

"That's why you're red????"

"Yeah y/n. I told you. You make me really nervous."

You gave him a motherly smile before getting up, "So cute."

He got up with you, rubbing the back of his neck in embarassment as he pushed his chair back in.

"Well Eren, I have to go drop off my stuff in my dorm before I go out to eat with my friends. "

"Where are you guys eating?"

"At a Mexican restaurant. I've been craving tacos!" You jumped a little in excitement.

"Send me pictures of them then. I like food porn." He gazed down at you, a warm grin adorning his face.

"Okay." You giggled, leaning in to hug him quickly before leaving

"Byeeee Eren."

Later as you were closing the door to your dorm to leave, you received a text.

Eren: Hug me for a little longer next time. You're warm.

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[nicherayyy]

Hi, could I request a la squadra x child reader were the reader, like, was kinda scared to living with them and as time went on and reader got used to having them as their family and ends up calling the big brother/dad for the first time?

I decided to include ice cream boys bc why not

La Squadra x Child!Reader calling them dad/big bro for the first time

None of you expected to be found in such situation. Life is weird indeed, so here you are, living with nine assassins. Not quite a thing that you expected as a first grader. Honestly, at first you thought they will kill you, you weren’t sure why though. What would a child do to the men in their thirties? 

Time passed, but you weren’t killed. Did that make you less cautious around them? Absolutely not! You were taught not to trust strangers, especially if these strangers are killing people for a living. You even thought to run away a few times, but what can you do being a six year old? You definitely won’t survive on the street on your own. So after a little thought you decided to stay, not that you had other options.

La Squadra on the other hand, kept their distance at first. Of course, life didn’t prepare them to be babysitters, but they had no other choice.Therefore that’s why they gave you a separate room and let you be, for now of course. Eventually, you’ll need to find a common ground. Slowly, but surely they began to approach you. Formaggio let you play with his cats whenever you wanted, Prosciutto drove you to school every day, etc. It turns out, they’re not that bad as they seemed. 

After a few month you completely stopped being afraid of them. They began to be a real family to you, the one you never had. They would never raise their voice to you, even Ghiaccio, he’s really gentle around you. You can always tell them what’s on your mind, they’ll never judge you. And if you don’t like going to school- you always can be homeschooled by Melone. He’s an awesome teacher so don’t worry, your comfort is their priority. 

Time passed and one morning it was just you and Risotto. The others were on missions and they definitely wouldn’t be back until evening. For now, you two just had a delicious breakfast, honestly, you would never thought that Risotto cooks that good. 

“Hey dad, can you pass me the salt?”, you asked not even realising your question.

His eyes seemed to light up for a second, he cleared his throat “Sure, here you go”.

Actually he’s so proud about it. He won’t show any unnecessary emoting but god he’s happy. Surely he’ll tell others. Secretly he wants them to be jealous, he’s the first one you referred as “dad” after all. Looking forward to be called like that again!

And one time you and Prosciutto went for groceries, he even promised to buy you what you wanted. Pros went straight to the sections with veggies while you were looking for something you wanted. Finally, you found what you needed! Wasting no time you were already heading to the blond man.

“Hey dad”, you called “Can I have this?”

Prosciutto was too stunned to speak for a moment. He just smiled and patted your head. 

“Call me like that again and I’ll buy anything you want”

He won’t tell anyone about it. It’s his happy moment and he has no intentions to share it. Will do anything to hear you call him dad again. He would never thought something small like this will make him so happy. 

You and Melone like to read books together. He’s trying to share his love to science with you, nothing creepy of course. Melone always lets you choose whatever theme you want to read about today. And if you have anything you want to ask him, he’ll always be enlighten to answer. 

“Hey dad, how fish breathe underwater?”

Melone looked at you in pure shock, immediately taking you in his arms “Can you say that again?”

Oh yes, he would tell everyone! He won’t shut up about that for months. Now he wants to spend even more time with you, just to hear you call him dad. He just loves his baby so much. 

Fishing with Pesci is always fun! He would tell you about his and aniki’s adventures, and surely how cool Pros is. You would never thought that you can catch a real fish, but with Pesci’s help it became possible. 

“You’re doing such a great job!”, Pesci praised you. 

“Thank you, big bro.. Pesci why are you crying?”

Oh yes, he’ll cry. But don’t you worry, these are tears of happiness. Immediately brag to Pros. He’s crying every time you call him like that, Pesci just cannot hide his emotions, not that you want him to. 

You like to spend time with Illuso, he styles your hair and tells you all the tea. He’s nice, but don’t tell others! 

“So, how do you like your new hairstyle?”, Illuso grinned.

“It’s so cool, you’re amazing dad!”

You just bursted Illuso’s ego to the sky. You.. call him amazing.. and dad. For now will try to impress you even further. He just love to hear praises. And for him your praises are the most valuable.

You and Formaggio are buddies. He always makes you laugh. By this time you two even have some inside jokes. 

“Hahah, this one is especially funny dad”

“Dad who”

Congratulations, now he’s trying to make you laugh every time. 

You weren’t as close with Ghiaccio as you are now, so you make sure to show him your appreciation because you love him. He may look cold, but he also loves you dearly.

“I love you dad”

“I love you too”

Tries to play it cool. But let’s be honest, now he will think about it for a few weeks. Damn, he needs to express his love to you more.

Sorbet and Gelato consider you as their own flesh and blood. You’re their small and adorable child, they won’t take any excuses. The couple tries to spend as much time with you as they can. And if they’re busy with a mission, they make it up to you by buying something nice. 

“We bought you that console you wanted”, Sorbet smiled to you.

“Aren’t you happy?”, Gelato asked. 

“I’m so happy, thank you dad and papa!”

Gelato is so hyped up about this whole situation. Everyone will know. For now he’s glued to you, waiting you to call him papa again. Sorbet is not that good with emotions as his husband, but every time you call him dad it brings him joy!

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[foolforharrry]

Cactus Mug - Harry Styles Oneshot

Summary: After being away from each other for so long while Harry is on tour, y/n finally decides to go surprise Harry.

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Harry has been on tour for months now. Waking up to a cold bed alone every day is something he’s made known he absolutely despises. As much as he loves performing in front of his fans every night, touring can get lonely. And some days are harder than others.

Today has been one of those days.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my phone for a text message from Harry. 

And like almost every single morning, there it was. The notification bubble with his contact name in.

H: Missing you extra tonight. I can’t wait to finally kiss you and have you in my arms again. This house doesn’t really feel like a home without you. So I might have tried out that new recipe you sent me the other day. The mushroom risotto. Not sure where I went wrong, but it didn’t taste very good. So you’ll have to show me how to make it when you get here. Only one more week, yeah? Goodnight, my love.

Reading it, all I could think about was the disappointed frown he must’ve had on his face when he realised that he had messed up the food. Knowing him, he would have eaten as much of it as he could stomach.

It was then I decided to call my boss and ask her if there was any chance that I could work from home. I wasn’t 100% sure if she would grant it, but she must’ve heard the desperation in my voice and decided to show me mercy. 

Before Harry, I’d never seen myself as someone who would be able to be in a long-distance relationship. In the past when situations where a relationship would’ve become long distance, I was always the one to end it, not being able to stand being away from the person for that long.

But with Harry it was different. With him, it’s worth it.

That doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the days until we can be together again from the minute he leaves.

Which is why I didn’t think the flight through enough and ended up having to sprint through the airport to make it to my gate in order to not miss my flight, knowing I definitely forgot to pack something I’m going to need but it’s too late to worry about that now.

The second I’m squeezed between a teenage girl and a middle-aged man on the plane at 12:05 pm, I fish my phone out of my pocket again with hands shaky from excitement and nerves. Both over seeing Harry again and the sneaky element of flying to him without him knowing I am.

Me: Morning, Angel. I’ve got a really busy day at work today, so I’m sorry if I don’t get back to you before late. And of course, I’ll teach you how to make it (what would you do without me?). I love you higher than the sky xx

I’m hoping he won’t ask me any questions about what I’m going to be so busy with since I’m a horrible liar, especially under stress. 

My prayers are answered when his reply comes almost immediately. The text message attached to a photo of his sleep-puffed face with his eyes closed, pink lips puckered and his hair wild and curly from sleep.

H: Sending all my love and kisses to you baby. Good luck with your day. If you’re not too tired when you get home, we could facetime? I miss your voice so much.

Me: It’ll be nice to see your face again. I miss it.

H: If you miss it too much you can always just look at your lock screen, you know.

Me: Yes. This solves all of my problems! Bye now, my love.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling like a psychopath as I type out one last text message and attach a photo I know will hurt his ego a bit before I set my phone to flight mode.

There hasn’t gone a week since the photo was taken where I haven’t reminded him of its existence. If I can’t share it with anyone else, I’m gonna share it with him.

It was taken almost a year ago in the hotel room we were staying in. Harry had demanded that I take a photo of him with his new cactus mug. The mug was adorable and literally looked like a cactus. He had been posing by the sofa when he forgot that tea is hot. The sip of tea he’d just taken had been sent flying everywhere as well as all the tea that was still inside the mug. 

I thank the lucky stars every day for live photos.

While he had been panicking about burning his tongue, he had ended up dropping the mug to the floor. Something he says he’s still upset over.

So last week, when I saw a mug almost identical to the one he broke, I had to buy it for him. It’s safely tucked in my bag. My favourite hoodie of Harry’s is wrapped around it to keep it from breaking. Hopefully.

“You need to put your seatbelt on, miss.”

The polite voice snaps me out of my thought, turning my head to look at the flight attendant. It takes me a second to comprehend, what she says, but when I do I thank her quickly, offering her a small smile before fastening my seatbelt.

When I’m secured, I plug my wired AirPods in, and try my best to get comfortable for the six-hour flight ahead of me

-

I’ve never really been a fan of flying. 

The idea of being crammed in a metal box with a bunch of strangers high up in the clouds for a longer period of time just never appealed to me. Especially not with the occasional screaming baby.

But this might have been one of the least uncomfortable flights I’ve ever taken.

Sleeping for most of it might have a lot to do with it, but oh well.

I’m not gonna lie and say that it wasn’t a relief to finally exit the plane and stand in a building that doesn’t lift off the ground either.

However, that relief doesn’t even get close to the feeling when I finally lay eyes on my final destination.

When the driver finally stops the car, I’m quick to pay before I’m hauling myself and my bag out of the cab while thanking him over my shoulder. He drives off immediately, leaving me alone in front of the house I’m starting to think is empty.

The lights are all turned off and Harry’s car isn’t parked in its usual spot. He only ever parks it in the garage when he’s leaving LA.

A bit defeated, I take my keychain out of the outer pocket of my bag as I step up the few stairs leading to the front door. Finally, after fiddling with it for way too long, I find the right key.

Like I thought, the house is empty. There is no music playing anywhere. The TV is off and there is no sign of life as I drop my bag by the staircase. 

Still, just the faint smell of him feels like a warm, much-needed hug.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise, but also wanting to know what he’s up to, I get my phone out of my back pocket and dial Harry’s number on my way up the stairs to the second floor.

He picks up before I’ve reached the top.

“Hi, love.”, Harry’s voice has a smile forming on my face within seconds.

I stop in my tracks, willing my heart to slow down again half convinced he’s able to hear it through the phone from how hard it’s beating. Even after all this time, just hearing his voice makes my stomach fill with butterflies. “Hi, baby. I only have a second. But i wanted to hear your voice. what are you up to?”

That’s a good lie, right? 

“I’m on my way to the shop right now. I was craving grapes. Are you ok, though? You sound a little out of breath.” 

“I just ran up the stairs.” Not a complete lie. “But anyways. I have to go again.”

“Already?”, he asks, his voice sounding sad. 

“I’m sorry, my love.” I genuinely am. “But hey. We’ll see each other so soon, yeah? Can’t wait to see you.”

He hums, “One more week.”

After saying goodbye, I hang up, doing some quick calculations in my head that I do have time to shower the icky feeling of flying off me before he gets back home from the store if I’m fast.

Not wasting any time, I speed walk to our bedroom, making a beeline for Harry’s side of the closet so I can grab one of his hoodies. I settle on a pastel yellow one with a big kawaii drawing of a pug on the front before shuffling to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and some underwear from my own side of the closet.

Since I’m not entirely sure exactly how much time I have before Harry is going to be back home, I decide against music. I can’t let myself get carried away and take too long.

But before I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower, I run downstairs, pull the cactus mug out of my bag and set it on top of the kitchen island next to the plain black one with a used tea bag that was already left there.

Just in case.

As much as I love our home in New York, it just hasn’t felt the same while he’s been away. The only mess in the apartment was made by me and me alone.

And I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t missed the way Harry always leaves a mess behind throughout the week. Whether that be a towel on the floor or a heap of clothes left slung over a chair. Or the way he would vow to get better at tidying up after himself every Sunday only to never follow through on it.

So seeing all the different products and stuff scattered all over the dark grey bathroom countertops brings me a sense of peace I didn’t know that I needed.

I make quick work of my shower, even turning the water off while washing my hair and body to force myself to be more efficient. But even with that, I wasn’t fast enough.

While in the process of pulling the soft hoodie over my head, my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear footsteps just outside the bathroom door.

They’re very quiet. Almost as if the person is trying to keep themselves from anyone hearing them. I wouldn’t even have caught them if it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t close the door all the way.

“Fuck.”, I curse, scrambling to loop my arms through the sleeves just as the door swings open fully to reveal a sight that has me torn between whether to laugh or cry from pure happiness.

Harry is holding a frying pan up in defence, clutching it with both hands as if his life depends on it. And I can’t decide whether he looks terrified or surprised.

I clear my throat, not even caring about the whole plan I had been ruined. “You just gonna stand there, Rapunzel?”

One second later and he’s dropped the frying pan, the sound of it clattering to the ground echoes around the bathroom. But I don’t get to even look at it for more than just a moment before I’m engulfed in one of the tightest hugs I’ve ever gotten.

Harry’s arms go around my waist, burying his face in my neck when I hug him back. I have to stand on my tippy toes to loop my arms around his neck, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears. It’s only now that I’m back in his arms, feeling his chest move with every breath he takes and the puffs of air fanning out over the soft skin of my neck with each exhale.

He’s so freaking warm too. Not just physically. But just the feel of being close enough to smell his cologne and the faint remnants of his body wash makes a warmth spread through my whole body. It’s like taking a sip of hot tea when you’re freezing cold. The heat slowly expanded from my heart to my fingertips.

It feels like home.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, Harry mumbles, forcing a choked chuckle from me as I hug him tighter. “I can always go back to New York if you don’t want me here.”, I joke without meaning it one bit. You’d have to knock me out and drag me along the floor for me to leave.

Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, Harry takes my face in his hands, “If you even think about leaving me alone again, I’m going to follow you. And then when I’ve caught you. I’m gonna throw tomatoes at you.”

The more he speaks, the more he squishes my cheeks, making my words partly slurred which only makes it that much harder to keep a straight face. “What if I want you to throw tomatoes at me?”

He tilts his head to the side with a chuckle, dimples indenting his cheeks. His green eyes look like they’re sparkling from the way the light reflects in them and blush has painted his cheeks pink.

“You’re fucking impossible, you know.”, he breathes out with a laugh.

I run my fingers through his hair, getting distracted momentarily by how soft his curls are. “You still love me, right?”

Instead of answering me with words, Harry ducks down, pressing his lips against mine in a way that has me losing my breath as my eyelids fall shut.

The way he kisses me turns me into putty in his arms. Both from how gently his hands hold my face to how soft his lips are as he mumbles ‘I love you' against my lips between kisses until I’m giggling too much to kiss him back and he just starts peppering kisses all over my face.

I tug lightly on his hair to get pull his face back a bit when I hear a sniffle, frowning when I see his eyes watery with unshed tears. the tip of his nose is a bit red and his lips turned into a pout.

It’s when I ask him what’s wrong, a single tear starts rolling down his cheek quickly followed by another.

Harry blinks rapidly, looking up at the ceiling as he sniffles again but doesn’t tell me why he’s crying.

Wiping his tears away with my thumbs, I kiss his moist cheek tenderly, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”

“I just missed you.”, Harry sniffles. “They’re happy tears though.”

“I missed you too.”, I admit. Whispering it to him as if I haven’t told him that I miss him every day we’ve been apart.

“Now really. How are you here, baby?”, Harry asks seriously, sliding his hands from my face down my neck. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work for another week.”

“Well.”, I start, already feeling my cheeks heat up, “Asking your boss very nicely with a drop of desperation seems to work wonders.”

Harry smirks, “Desperation huh?” Even his chest puffs in pride.

“I had to give you your belated birthday present.”, I explain to him, feeling giddy as I remember the genius purchase I made.

“My birthday is in February, love.”

I roll my eyes at him, grabbing his hand before dragging him with me. Careful to step over the pan he dropped.

“Where are we going?”, Harry asks. He still laces our fingers together, giving my hand a squeeze. It might as well have been my heart he had his hand wrapped around with the jump it made at the gesture.

“To get you your present.”

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[industriallyinsecure]

May I please ask for headcanons for La Squadra with a s/o whose stand is able to see the future and warned them about their deaths and how to avoid it please

Your boyfriend stares at you in confusion, and then at your stand perched on the low table in front of you. Time After Time, a little projector with tiny, cartoonish legs, flickering its light at him.

“Please! Please, you can’t go!”

Your stand, while adorable, had just shown him his own graphic, violent death at the hands of some pink man and an airplane stand

At first he asks you to prove what Time After Time was showing was the future, and not just a projection of your anxiety

The little stand hops up and down and flickers at him, frustrated, just like it’s user

“Remember when we went to the races and I told you to bet on Camembert?”

It takes some convincing and several more specific instances, but he eventually caves to your teary eyes and wobbling lips.

When you tell him about the potential deaths of his other squad mates and proceed to show him each one, it further cements his decision to not take action

“You’ve already convinced me, sangù, you don’t have to show me any more.”

For now, he hugs you tight to him, whispering sweet words of affirmation to you while he tries to calm you down

He has to pepper about one thousand kisses to your face and lips before your sobs turn to sniffles, and soon you’re fast asleep

It’s back to the drawing board for now, he didn’t want to take any chances

He subconsciously covers his neck, but that doesn’t stop him from bitching at you for ‘lying’

“It’s my fucking job! You knew that when you started dating me!”

It only makes it worse

Much, much worse

You start crying harder, falling to your knees and holding onto his leg like a child throwing a tantrum

There’s no words to your sobs, just heart wrenching calls of his name and ‘please’

Ghiaccio’s stomach is twisted into knots at the pitiful sight. He can only stare down at you with a furrowed brow.

“Please, how can I convince you?! It’s the truth Ghiaccio! I would never lie to you!”

Ghiaccio was the screamer in the relationship, but right now you were putting him to shame.

He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares at you, eyes traveling to your little stand. It hopped and stamped its comically small stick feet

Any desire to be right or poke holes in everything you say is thrown out the window when you look up at him with your big watery doe eyes

“Fuck’s sake, fine. But you’d better convince Risotto first.”

What you had just shown him was borderline comical

Was that really your best attempt at dissuading him? A snake bite?

He brushes it off as you being clingy, much to the dismay of your stand

“I appreciate that you care so much, but this isn’t exactly convincing evidence.”

He doesn’t expect you to get so angry at him, much less your little camera stand.

And he definitely doesn’t expect your stand to retaliate by showing him the other gruesome deaths of his teammates

Seeing Formaggio burned to a crisp and Illuso reduced to a toxic sludge made his skin crawl and bile rise into his throat.

His fingers tighten on the sides of his laptop, your utterly distraught features adding to the guilt and disgust

“Let’s say I believe you. (He does, but he’ll never outright admit it) how am I supposed to explain this to Risotto? That my honey bunny is actually a Pythia and can predict the future.”

Secretly excited about the discovery of your stand and is mentally making up ideas for what the stands of your children would look like

(He settles for little Juniors with Polaroid cameras)

Tunes your attempts at “convincing Risotto” out and pulls you into his lap to distract you.

To him, it was like something out of an American cowboy film. Caught in the wheels of a train and shredded to death

You and your stand stared at him expectantly, you with watery eyes and the stand with an unblinking lens

“Che sarà, sarà. It comes with the job.”

He doesn’t mean to upset you, but it’s inevitable, isn’t it? He’s an assassin, it’s not like the possibility of him him dying was far fetched

Of course, his attitude towards you just makes you cry harder, the little stand flickering wildly.

He tries to play it off like it doesn’t bother him for a few moments, but it’s hard for him to play it cool when you all but launch yourself into his grasp, gripping his arms with Herculean strength.

It certainly makes him more inclined to believe you.

“Alright, alright, I won’t go. Hush.”

He’s mostly saying it to placate you, but he doesn’t want to imagine what his death would do to you

Because he could say without hesitation that he wouldn’t be able to carry on without out you

He didn’t even know stands could do that kind of thing!

He almost throws up at the footage your adorable little stand shows him.

“There’s no way Big Bro and I could die like that! It must be wrong.”

That just makes your pleads louder and you cry harder, which makes him freak out more.

Is quick on the damage control and is immediately trying to comfort you while also resisting crying himself

Worries his lower lip with his teeth as he rocks you back and forth

What would Big Bro do in this situation? Would he stay, or would he risk it for the mission?

Pesci decided that, right now, it was best to stay with you

“You should show the others. They’ll want to see this too!”

You’re already fast asleep in his arms

He wants to believe that what you’re saying isn’t true, and the puddle of acidic goop on the stones of Pompeii isn’t what he’ll end up a puddle of acidic goop on the stone floor of Pompeii

But he’s far too proud to believe that anyone could ever beat him and Man in the Mirror

It’s only after you completely break and start sobbing uncontrollably that he believes you

“Christ, calm down. I believe you, alright!”

Part of him just wants to calm you down and shut you up, but the other part doesn’t want to find out if what you had shown him was true.

Tries to shift the subject away and distract you.

“What else can it do? Can it predict cards?”

It works just a bit before you break down again and accuse him of not taking you seriously.

Against his rules of ‘no PDA unless we’re in private where no one can see us’, he snuggles you to his chest and squeezes you tight

Might even let you play with his hair and reassures you that he’s not going to leave you for a very long time, or at least until they find an alternative solution

Laughs, but he’s really uncomfortable with the contrast of your adorable stand and the gorey visuals

Especially seeing himself all crispy

He tries to make a funny comment about him becoming fondue or halloumi, but you obviously don’t take it well

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, I’m just trying to make you feel better. It’s alright, baby, I promise I won’t be turning into cheese crisps anytime soon, heh.”

After you accuse him of not believing you, he finally realizes that you’re actually worried about him and you’re not trying to scare him

It’s….sweet. He can’t recall a time where anyone has looked out for him like this, but then again not everyone had the gift of foresight.

He corrals you into his lap and calls over his cat, who immediately starts to love all over you

“Don’t worry, okay? Risotto’s smart, he’ll know what to do about it.”

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[finelinevogue]

conversations with love

summary - you and harry lounge on the sofa having meaningless conversations

warnings: an abundance of tooth rotting fluff, Friday Night Dinner references, swearing

word count: -1k

Home; a place to most but a person for you and his name was Harry.

Your fiancé of 4 months, boyfriend of 3 years, was currently letting you lay against his back between his legs as you both watched re-runs of ‘Friday Night Dinner’.

It was a Friday night and miraculously Harry had the night completely off. After months of touring and recording another album, he’d decided he needed a break away from fame and to focus on you. Hence the blanket draped over you both as you played with each others ring fingers, not having moved for hours now.

“What time d’you want dinner, H?” You asked, watching as Jackie, on the TV, plated everyone’s lovely bit of squirrel.

“Um, whenever y’want love.”

“Well if I do the risotto it’ll only be half an hour.. or we can just get a takeaway?” Your voice went up at the end as you asked the question apprehensively. Harry wasn’t opposed to a takeaway, but if he could avoid them and eat your homemade food instead then he’d take that option.

Since he’s been back you both have only eaten home cooked dinners, enjoying the company of cooking together rather than the actual food itself.

“It goes against my love for your own food, love, but I am craving a takeaway now. Plus I get to cuddle y’for longer.” He said, which won you both over instantly.

Pulling you phone out from underneath the blankets you turned it on, grinning at the silly picture of you both as your lock-screen and opening up Deliveroo.

“What the hell was on your home screen?” He asked and you laughed because you knew what he had seen.

You blushed as you closed the app and your home screen came back into focus. You tilted your head back into his chest more as you giggled to yourself for being exposed.

“Are y’thirsting over me baby?” He asked, laughing at you and this picture of him on stage shirtless - his abs on full display and him just looking too handsome.

“How do you even know what that means?” You laughed even harder.

“Stop deflecting the question, love. I think you might love me, y’know?” He looked down at you and you unflatteringly looked up at him from below.

“Might I?”

“Mm.” He smiled in love.

“Well I guess I’ll have to change the picture then.” You joked and it earned a scoff out of Harry, him tickling your sides where you were most vulnerable. You couldn’t stop laughing until you managed to get him to stop.

You both continued watching the TV and passing small comments about funny moments during the show.

“Y’know Johnny used to be my crush growing up?” You said to him, referring to the youngest son, Johnny, from the programme.

“Really? I thought it was Lightning McQueen?”

“Oh yeah, obviously him too, but, like, an actual real life person it was Johnny.”

“It’s worrying that I don’t look like either of them, babe.”

You turned around slightly to face him more, softly stroking your hand over his cheek to show your affection for him.

“It’s ‘cause I found something better in you than I did them.” You smiled, working a smile on Harry’s face too.

“Nice save.” He rolled his eyes in pretence, which made you laugh. “Now give me a kiss as an apology.”

He pouted his lips and you didn’t hesitate to lean up and kiss him. His lips were as soft as petals and it made you linger for a bit longer than a simple peck. Your hand held his cheek a little harder as your lips pressed harder into his, letting out a little hum of appreciation for how perfect he was.

“Alright, alright. You’re sorry, I get it.” He joked, pulling your head back by the hairs at the back of your neck. You scrunched your eyebrows when he denied you a continual kiss, before caving and kissing you again.

You sat up suddenly, crushing Harry in the meantime and he groaned as you spoke on.

“We forgot to order our takeaway.” You gasped.

“Baby…”

“That’s your fault for distracting me.” You turned around and pointed at him with a stare, but it was hard to look annoyed at him when he was lounged so perfectly - and arm flexing behind his head whilst the other tailed beside his body and rested on the side of your hip.

“My fault? You were the one that kissed me.”

“Only because you asked me too.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh, so I have to ask you for kisses now do I? Y’can’t just be spontaneous?” He playfully challenged you.

“I ask kisses off you all the time. We both slack when it comes to spontaneity.” You shook your head at him.

“No we don’t.”

“We do, baby.” You patted his chest with a sympathetic smile.

“Well fuck it then. Let’s go to the chippy for tea.” He announced, sitting up too so he was closer to your body.

“Seriously?” You laughed, watching the twinkle in his eyes appear at the sound of your humour.

“You want spontaneity? Here’s me being spontaneous.” Instead of responding to him you simply kissed him. And kissed him for all he was worth.

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[bakugou-jpg]

JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE 42 SPOILER

Content warning: 18+, Jujutsu kaisen spoiler, ANGST, established relationship, character death.

Summary:

Perhaps in another life, Nanami Kento would not have gone to Shibuya. In another life he would be on that beach in Malaysia.

In another life, he would be with you at that restaurant.

A/n: This is to all my widowed babes out there, take these flowers if you will💐. Check in on your Nanami stan friends today, we are in MOURNING. Excuse the quality haven’t posted on three years and I’m a bit rusty y’all💔

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“Go, Kento I’ll be fine..”

Her voice was soft, hand sliding over his suit jacket towards his tie to adjust the way he tied it. He’d always manage to mess up the tie, causing the back to be longer than the front.

Truth be told, Nanami had been able to tie his tie ever since he was 15 years old, his old man taught him. He was a quick learner and could tie on in a matter of seconds if needed, especially with how many times he’d take it off during a fight.

But he couldn’t help but mess it up on purpose, because there was something so much more nicer about the way she would tie it. How her tongue peeked out of her lips as she focused on perfecting it, to make sure he looked presentable. How her eyebrows would knit together, much more gentle fingers compared to his sliding over the material.

His hands went up to her cheeks, thumbs caressing her skin as he guided her head to look up at him. Gods even after having known her for so long he still felt his chest warm up anytime she’d look at him with those doe eyes peering at him through her eyelashes.

“Call me if you need me, okay?”

She rolled her eyes, hands patting his chest before she nodded her head. Her heels lifted off the ground as she moved her weight to her toes, pushing herself a little higher so she could get closer to his face.

A smile adoring her features.

“I’ll be alright...”

To be gifted the ability to stop time was one many people dreamed off. Either to act on their perverted actions or wander around alone without a care in the world. To stop a tragedy from happening or to cause one. He hadn’t even given it much thought but in moments like these did he wish he could pause time for a moment. For the world around them to stop. No work, no responsibility or appointments to attend. Just them. He didn’t need too long, just enough time to completely lose himself in that very moment without the reality of the world pulling him back in.

He sighed into the kiss, fingers softly gripping at her shirt before she pulled away with a giggle.

“Go! You’ll be late, don’t leave those kids hanging.”

Said so gleefully as she pecked his cheek one more time before pushing him towards the door. It was her who grabbed his coat for him and pushed it into his arms.

“Remember, dinner reservation at 6.30. Meet you there?”

He smiled at her, standing in the doorway as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his coat. Their anniversary was coming up and although both of them were busy on the very day itself, they decided to celebrate a little early. Nothing too grand, just a small dinner reservation at the local Italian. The one on the corner of the street, adored by flowers hanging on the side of the building.

“Meet you there.”

He said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping out the door. Before he left, he looked back at her, sending a quick wave her way.

“Love you.”

She smiled, leaning against the front door as she watched him leave. Dressed in nothing but her long pyjama pants, one of his sweaters and a thick blanket wrapped around her.

“Love you too.”

That day he wasn’t planning on doing overtime. Nanami was gonna come home on time, take a shower to wash off whatever blood or muck was on his body, use his pricey cologne he only used for special occasions, grab a nice outfit and on his way he’d go.

They’d eat dinner, she’d probably pick the pasta and he’d settle for the seafood risotto. They’d enjoy a bottle of wine over a conversation reminiscing shared memories of back in the day. About how fast the last decade had passed and fantasize about all the many years to come.

She’d be ‘too full’ for dessert so he’d order a large tiramisu knowing she’d be pricking her fork into the corners and stealing bites here and there.

By the end of the night she’d link her arm with his as they take a walk home, enjoying the evening’s quiet as the only sound echoing between the walls of the houses being the clicking of her heels. Their warm breath leaving their nose as a small cloud before vaporizing into the cold November air.

They’d take enjoy a bath together at home, not exchanging very many words but the very comfort of holding each other whilst enjoying the warm water. Stolen kisses, lingering touches and soft giggles.

Spending the night together in their own bed in their own home. Hands sliding over her skin as if she was a braille book and by now he had completely memorized ever bump, freckle and crease. Yet even after all these years he could never grow tired of this.

Every little sound that left her mouth sounded like a siren’s melody drawing him in even further. He would more than gladly drown if it was by the hands of her, pulling him under into the feeling of ecstasy that was being with her. A thought that went straight to his dick as he completely lost himself in her.

Nanami Kento didn’t ever fuck and he would never refer to it as such. He didn’t ever see it as an act of getting his dick wet for a good 3 minutes and pounding into her mercilessly like some sort of animal.

Nanami Kento made love. For the intimacy of it all, to him, was one of the rawest forms of love. For two souls to connect in the most pure way possible, to feel each other in ways that the gods had intended.

He could easily spend his days kneeled on the ground arms wrapped around her thighs and head buried between her legs. To hear her soft pleas, gasps and feel her hands pulling at his hair. He didn’t need tiramisu to feast if mother nature’s blessed dessert was right there and then. Sadly, an unrealistic standard for the modern world where they had a job to attend to and a society to be apart of.

They’d end in each other’s arms. He liked when she held his head against her chest, fingers softly dancing through his hair for there was no feeling that made him feel so secure and comfortable than that. To hold her in his arms and trace her bare back with his finger, chuckling when she’d shiver when he’d reach a sensitive spot. To fall asleep in each other’s arms felt like a god’s sent gift.

To wake up to her face in the morning, a sight that he would never grow tired of. Never, not for many years to come..

..perhaps , in a different world god would’ve allowed Nanami Kento to stay by her side a little longer.

A world where he did in fact not have to work over time and did go on that date.

One where he’d be able to show her the ring that had sat inside of his pocket for the last few months. To marry her and grow old with her. Maybe have a kid, he probably would’ve made a pretty decent father. He did always like kids. Yeah, he’d make a pretty good father.

In a different world he gave her the ring. In a different world she had given him the test she took that morning.

He would’ve liked to live a little longer than 28. 50 wasn’t that big of a reach or so he thought. The world was cruel. Death was inevitable and it was quite rare for a sorcerer to grow old anyway.

…

Perhaps in a different world she wouldn’t be sitting alone at that little Italian restaurant on the corner of the street with flower adoring the walls, waiting.

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[chefkids]

What Syd's Scarves are Telling Us

The First One: Coming Together & Falling Apart

The first scarf she wears when they meet is the same one she wears when she gives him the short rib risotto that is basically both of their identities and family meals coming together in one meal, but it is also the catalyst of them falling apart and leading up to her leaving.

The Blue One: "You're Hired" & "I Quit"

The blue one is what she wears when he decides to hire her for real and what she has on when she quits and has had enough of him.

The Red One: Running the Restaurant Alone x2

The red scarf is first seen when Carmy is off making hot dogs at the kids party and Syd is left alone. Here is when Marcus makes his chocolate cakes and Ebra says she's giving him confidence, and by the end of the day Tina has finally started to warm up to her. Then again we see it when Syd is left alone because Carmy got locked up.

7 Fishes: Learning to Listen to Each Other & Family Trauma Dumping

The fishes, maybe they were a trigger for Carmy reminding him of 7 Fishes Christmas Dinner and that's why he was being a little bitch to her, but by the end she accidentally gets him to start opening up about his family and they start to understand how to talk to each other. Then Sydney wore it again when she was working on developing the 7 fishes dish.

Stripes: Inspiration

The striped scarf we've only seen once when she was praising Carmy's past jobs and talking about wanting to go to Noma to be inspired.

Blue & Green: Frustration

This is only a quick appearance but it's when we first really start to see cracks for in Sydney and she is frustrated with how Carmy and Richie are treating her.

Hands: "This is What Love is For"

They both needs hands, they need each other. But more importantly, they want each other. This is when he helps her strain the stock that eventually ends up being a part of the infamous risotto. This is when they really start to accept that they just enjoy each others company and she starts being vulnerable and opens up about her past failures.

Red People: Lonely

Carmy ditched her. She is basically always in red when he leaves her alone.

Polka Dots: Struggling

With the Polka Dots she was struggling to come up with dishes with Tina after Carmy's went MIA. Polka dots are also historically associated with illness dating back to medieval times, which is something that maybe hinted at that she might be going to struggle with in the future.

Curious to see which ones will repeat in Season 3.

#the bear #sydney adamu #the bear meta #sydcarmy

[angyalikira]

five dates with mike schmidt

pairing: gn!reader x mike schmidt

genre: fluff, light angst

warnings: none

part 2/5

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second date // cooking night

A few days later you went to the shopping mall again to find Mike. You didn’t have time before that and you already missed him greatly. What you didn’t know was that Mike hoped every day that you would walk inside the mall. You wouldn’t even have to see or greet him, he would have been fine just seeing you. So when the day arrived, his whole demeanor lit up. He stood up taller, a smile ghosted on his lips and he had this hopeful look in his eyes. It took you a while to find him in the crowd but when you did, you showed him a big smile and tried to casually walk over to him – but you were almost skipping. His heart fluttered at the sight of you being so excited to see him as well.

“Hey” he greeted you as he stared at your face, trying to remember it better. These last few days it felt like he didn’t memorize it enough and it kept him up at night.

“Hey, big guy. How’s your day been so far?” you can’t help but affectionately tilt your head as you ask him. This guy affects your whole body language and you can’t even complain about it. Being around him makes you feel good.

He slightly blushes at the nickname.

“Okay so far but you just made it a hundred times better.” he sheepishly smiles. Eye contact is a little hard for him right now, so he has to break it every now and then. I mean can you really blame him when he talks to such a stunning human being.

“Happy to hear that – hopefully I can make it even better with my suggestion. How would you like it if I popped by your place after your shift?” you look at him in high hopes. You hoped he would say yes but you understood it if he declined after a long day of work.

“I-I would like that very much! Uhm I don’t quite know what we could do since this is so sudden, maybe watch a movie?”

“I would’ve suggested cooking dinner together but we could also just watch a movie if you are too tired.” you are trying to sound as calm as possible, otherwise you would look like a fool being this excited over this evening.

“Oh that’s a lovely idea! We can definitely do that… Not quite sure what we have in the fridge so-”

“I can do the grocery shopping, especially since you get off work late. And the stores would be closed at that point. I don’t know what you like yet, other than salami pizza, but what do you think of Risotto? It’s one of my favorite dishes.” you admit with a chuckle. In your nervous state, you put your hair behind your ear and keep playing with your hair.

He notices all those small gestures and almost forgets to listen to you.

“I’m up for it. I’m sure Abby wouldn’t mind either but I must warn you she is a picky eater. Please don’t take it personal if she doesn’t eat it in the end.” he feels embarrassed about this but hopes you don’t misunderstand it.

“That’s totally fair, I get being a picky eater. I kinda am one myself… I also am looking forward to meeting your sister. From your stories it seems like she is as lovely as you are.”

The second time you made him blush in this short conversation.

“She is… thanks. So I'll see you later then? Outside the mall?”

“You better not keep me waiting.” you jokingly tease him.

“I won’t. I swear.” he seriously says.

You both take your separate ways, him working and you doing the grocery shopping. It’s not a big amount of groceries you have to buy, one bag is enough for you to carry it. As you stand outside you try to calm your nerves. It’s not even really a date – or is it? All that time waiting for him makes you overthink some things. Are you moving too fast? Are you unnecessarily excited? What if he didn’t like your suggestion of cooking after all? Just as you were starting to feel anxious he arrived. He seems a little out of breath but once he spots you he jogs to you. All your doubts fly away as you see a little smile on his face.

“Hey, I hope you didn’t wait long. And let me take this.” he takes the bag from you to carry it himself. Such a sweet and caring guy, you think. Your point from a few days ago still stands, he looks absolutely breathtaking in the moonlight.

The two of you walk to his house and you notice he doesn’t let you walk right next to the road. Your heart inside grows with more love as you spend more time with him. There’s a bit of smalltalk but also deep and genuine talk. He tells you about how he got into this living situation with his sister, why he took the job as a security guard and how his world basically revolves around his sister. Even though you notice that his situation is hard and he sometimes feels frustrated with Abby, you clearly see how much he cares for her. You fondly smile at him as he tells you about sweet and fun interactions he had with his sister in recent times. Your talk comes to an abrupt end as you both stand in front of his door. For some reason you feel nervous again. Entering someone’s home feels so personal and special.

“Hey Max.” he says, almost disinterested. He did mention that Abby had a babysitter and you thought you were chill with it but actually seeing Max in person gave you a ting of jealousy. You tried to stay rational though, she was only here to babysit. Max left very shortly after that so you didn’t have a lot of time to think about her anyway. As you took the groceries out of the bag and started to prepare to cook together, Mike came over to you.

“I’m gonna go get Abby real quick. I’ll be right back.” he tells you as he awkwardly points to a room in the direction of the hallway.

“Oh yeah do that, I’ll be… well right here.” you chuckle in embarrassment. Why were you so nervous?

He goes to get Abby and you take a moment to collect yourself but also let yourself feel your excitement. You do some little jumps to lower your energy but what you don't know is that Mike stopped in his tracks as he heard you. Silently he went back to watch you. He probably shouldn't have because he feels you're growing more and more important to him. At the same time he's scared. Does he really want to let someone else into his heart? He already has enough baggage and he doesn't know if he could give you enough. As he overthinks, he turns around again to go to Abby's room. Abby seems more positively excited than he is at the moment. Her energy seems to lighten his mood as well.

As both of them go to the kitchen – Abby is running there – he sees you looking at some pictures on the wall of him and Abby.

"Oh you must be Abby! It's lovely to meet you." a big smile crosses your face as you crouch down to Abby's eye level. She immediately takes a liking to you and starts questioning you about your whole life. As you answer all her questions in honesty you notice Mike leaning against the counter and watching your exchange lovingly. You make eye contact with him and he smiles at you.

"I'll look at your drawings after dinner, okay? Mike and I will cook something real good." you end the conversation with her as she nods in response. She rushes back to her room and you chuckle.

"She's a sweet kid. You raised her well." you look at Mike with a smile.

"I'm not sure if that's on me. She somehow manages to still stay so bright after all we've been through. I only kept us afloat. She’s too busy drawing to talk to me most of the time."

"I think you're undermining yourself. It's clear she loves and appreciates you in her own way." you lightly punch him in the arm. He chuckles in response but silently cherishes your words.

"Let's get to cooking should we?"

For the next 20 min you both work on the risotto. A few times your shoulders brush and you both awkwardly apologize and create some distance again. But both of you seem to seek each other's closeness so you never stand too far away from each other. You sneakily give him a few glances as you cannot keep your eyes off of him. He’s a pretty okayish cook, struggles with cutting some things but you can see that he is trying his best. As he catches you looking at him he gives you an embarrassed smile. Majority of the cooking is spent letting the risotto cook and stirring it every now and then.

“That was quick. Thought it would be more complex.” he admits as he leans against the counter. 

“The more you know. You can do all kinds of risotto, but the basic one is done pretty fast.” you stir the pot as you talk. “Do you have time to cook when you’re this busy with work?”

You hope the question didn’t offend him, you genuinely cared about his and Abby’s eating habits.

Mike however felt a little uncomfortable with the question since the truth is embarrassing to him.

“I cook whenever I can, which honestly doesn’t happen as often as it should. I usually make simple dishes like pasta or chicken nuggets. If Max is babysitting then she cooks for us sometimes.” he turns to the stove to avoid eye contact.

“You’re doing your best you can… Would you mind if I cooked you guys something every now and then? I would love to help you out and share the food I make.” you ask as you subconsciously get closer to him.

“What- You would do that? I don’t want to burden you with this.”

“You’re too kind. I don’t know how to thank you.” he is now fully turned to you. You’re face to face with each other and you haven’t felt more comfortable in your life. Standing in the kitchen from Mike, talking to him and just living your life. You smile at this thought.

“You aren’t. And I would feel better sharing the meals I make with someone. It gets lonely always eating alone.”

“I’m just happy to be around you.” a blush creeps up on your face. Before he could react, Abby walks into the kitchen and asks if dinner is ready. Both of you come back to reality and finish serving the risotto. As you all sit around the table, Abby is the one keeping the conversation going. Mike is a bit taken aback by your sudden confession and doesn’t know what to say to you. So it’s you and Abby talking for the majority of the dinner and he just watches you guys interact. You’re good for them, you’re good for Abby, you’re good for him. Maybe, just maybe, if he got his life under control a little more he would properly try to take his chance with you. But for now he doesn’t feel like he’s enough. And he stays quiet.

After dinner Abby basically dragged you into her room to show you all her drawings. You were in awe by her dedication but also the content of them. Most drawings had Mike included in some way and more often than not he was in the center of it. That was enough to fully convince you that he’s a great older brother. After a shortish chit-chat with Abby you say your goodbyes and head out of her room. Mike is in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes.

“Oh why didn’t you say anything? I could have helped you with them.” you exclaim in surprise. He seems a bit off and you’re trying to figure out why.

“It’s no big deal, it was the least I could do. It’s pretty late, shouldn’t you head home?

To you this felt like a stab in the chest. Did you read the whole situation wrong?

“Oh yeah it is kinda late… I gotta work tomorrow myself.” you head to the door and start getting dressed. No words are exchanged until you are ready to leave.

“It was… really nice. I hope we can do this again sometime.” you say in hopes you are currently misunderstanding him.

“Yeah. Get home safely.” and that’s all he says as you walk out and closes the door.

How could such a good day turn into such a horrible one? You’re crying on the way home.

Mike? He’s beating himself mentally up for acting like a dick and saying such stupid stuff. All he wanted to do was keep you close yet he pushed you away. Maybe that’s what he deserves. Maybe that’s karma. He doesn’t know but he’s sure he fucked things up today.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt/reader #first dates #fnaf #fluff #light angst #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson