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cupidscrule · 3 months

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BUNNY TRAP

Stepdad!Leon X Fem!Reader

Cw - p in v, daughter chasing after dad, stepcest, noncon(?) Unprotected

WRD- 1.5k

You always knew your dad was hot, total babe back in the 2000's ever since you were a kid your friends always gushed over him, and it was fair, always thought it was gross though. Like he's YOUR dad, stepdad yeah but he still raised you, sure he had a cute face, big arms, his pornstar tits were an add on. But he was Dad, nothin' more, But fuck the way he cups your cheek when your sad, hugs you, gives you that awkward Dad kiss. Just makes you yearn for him, which is wrong you know it's wrong but it's like that itch.

Your friends are always tellin' you how lucky you are, not only is Dad hot, he's nice y'know? Real good dad, picks you up everyday, gets you real nice things. Best guy honestly can see why Mom picked him!

"Hi kiddo, you wanted to check out that new place-?" Dad said opening your bedroom door, stupid fucken smile on his dumb hot face

'bury your face in my tits'

"Oh no -! It's okay- really I'm real tired"

'fuck me till I can't breathe'

"Huh- alright, come down soon dinners gonna be ready, and sorry Moms not home yet she said she'd be here in a few weeks 'k?"

'i wanna scream your name'

"Oh it's alright, and of course dad!"

With that he left, shutting the door halfway, dick move but it probably wasn't on purpose, the smell of his colone in the room, only imagining Dad stuff you up. God your disgusting, this is dad. Fourth something year old DAD, since when did you have these thoughts about him, as a kid sure you always thought he was cute 'ohhb I would totally date someone as big and strong as my Daddy!'

But it was LIKE, not actually him. But you can't stop thinkin' about him, wanting Dad to shove your face in the mattress pull on your hair, do the shit they do in pornos. Nasty thoughts, feeling gross and hot imagining all the shit you wanna do with the poor guy, as he just stood there not knowin' thinking your his innocent little daughter who could do no wrong! Oh no she would never have sex before marriage! Oh no my little girl doesn't even cuss!

Yeah right Dad, mhm. Actin' like in middle school my friends weren't blushing over you, whenever you walked in.

Fucken idiot, your little girls not pure, she's not good. She ain't innocent, hell she fantasizes about fucken you every day. It doesn't matter, nothings ever gonna come of this right? Just walk downstairs, eat dinner with dad and go back in your room and sleep it off.

"Sweetiee you finnaly came, how was your day?" Dad says sitting across from you, he didn't even cook. Fucken liar this was clearly some bullshit from a 4 star restaurant he just put on a plate. "Oh it's fine, nothin' much." You say staring at the table, trying to distract yourself from him, how he smells, how he sits, how he opens his mouth, the way he moves his bangs out of his dumb face, his breath. The intoxicating feeling of just bein' near him now.

"Are you okay?"

"Why'd you ask that? You know I'm always fine-" you say in response, playing with your fingers, avoiding his gaze. God feels like a crush in primary school, messin' up words and giggling to your friends about the fastest guy. "You just don't seem like yourselfer Hun, you can always talk to me you know that?" He says, feeling his eyes on you, not in a creepy way more an endearing way which somehow made your entire situation worse. "yeah- I know, don't worry it's fine!" You mumble, lookin' up at him, god he really was dreamy, just wanting him to- NO no more fantasy's.

You finish up, so does he. He just gives you that concerned Dad look before you get up and run back up the stairs like a bitch and lock yourself in your room, typing into Google

'how to stop liking your dad'

'is it normal to have a crush on your dad'

'is it illegal to fuck your step dad'

Jesus Christ your search history, just laying on your side in your bed. Thighs squeezed together tryna' stop thinking about dad, you've seen him shirtless before. Yeah you felt a little hot in your core before, anytime he hugged you you felt so- just so warm. Not the lovey Awee dad and daughter warm, more like if your boyfriend hugged you nice and tight! Feels good, feels warm and fuzzy, pit in your stomach that can only be filled by one thing.

Tossin' and turnin' it's only 6:00pm shit, Dad's still downstairs probobly watching some old movie, he really likes thoughs for some reason, and westerns it's kinda creepy but your the one who wants to fuck him so you really can't be judging. your thoughts are too much to bare, a girl can only last so long on the edge, panties soaked thinking about shit, and hell when you can actually recreate what you want, Nothing's stopping you. Other then ethics but who even cares anymore, walking downstairs to Dear ol' Daddy, bingo.

"Mm- Dad-? Can I talk to you?" You mutter walking up behind the sofa he's laying in, playing with your fingers, how do even address this like,

'Oh yeah dad! Can you just bend your daughter over and fuck her till she's blubbering nonsense, you raised her since she was seven but y'know !!'

No.

"Hm, yeah of course, what's the problem bunny?" He says sitting up, glancing behind him to your miserable face, little frown on your lips. He raises a brow seeing your face, you felt all fuzzy feeling your throat get dry, the hell were you supposed to do?

"Uh Dad, can- can you come upstairs" you mutter looking at him, feeling your chest get heavy. Of course dear Daddy doesn't wanna disappoint you so he gets up and walks over to ya

"What's wrong, Hun?" He says, so sweetly fuck. Looken' all concerned for you, just fall into his chest, even though Dad was in shape he had fatass boobs, real nice to put your face in whenever he hugged ya. Just like always as a concerted Daddy does he puts an arm around you, pulling you nice and tight, "Baby?" He says in that same voice, pullin' your face away from his body, looking down at you.

"Can- can we just sit down" you say grabbing his hand forcefully and leading him to the nice leather sofa, you didn't know much about Mom but she really liked expensive shit and this was the only thing at home she bought..

You push him onto his back, his head resting on the arm, he looked kinda confused, like a puppy! You crawl over on top on him, ass rested on his lower pelvis. "Hey Bunny this is a little- whats wrong?" Dad says trying to carefully lift you off of him, awe stupid Daddy actin' like you're just gonna listen to him

"Dad just let me do this- please, you love me right?" You say looking at him in the eyes, pout on your stupid lips, he just nods slowly as a response. Unzippin' his jeans, wow this really is a shitty porno plot.

'Cute stepdaughter seduces and fucks her Dad while Mom isn't home!'

Jesus Christ you fucking creep.

With his pants open pulling out is fat cock, he wasn't hard which kinda hurt, you were being all cute and all dad did was just sit and stare in shock. Like sure you were gropen him and stuff but he could put some effort in it? Whatever doesn't matter-? You sit on his thighs pulling off your night pants, your panties were already wet from earlier, sadly it seemed Dad didn't really wanna reinact your fantasy so you gotta do all the work, flicking your garments to the side, crawling back onto him. Placing your hips over his Dick, and taking it in, feeling his tip touch your cervix "Mm- fuck-" you murmer, taking a second before getting used to it, slowly moving your hips back and forth, feeling ever little movement. It was euphoric, hands on his chest, looking at his face he looked like he was trying to not enjoy it, but you could tell he was. You felt his breath get heavier anytime you went faster, such a good boy.

His fat dick bruising your womb, your walls squeezing against him, you could hear Dad muttering curse words under his breath, made you feel kinda better about this whole thing. Going to your high and getting that numbing feeling, stomach felt warm, brain all fuzzy and messy collapsing onto him, feeling that warm stuff leaking out of you, pulling yourself off Dad, laying on his chest, glancing up at him, seeing his flushed and disturbed face, awe it was so cute!

He probably felt horrible but you felt amazing, fuck best experience. Putting your arms aside his

"I love you Dad.." you spout into his shirt

"Your Mother can't hear about this B-bunny.." he replies, putting one of arms on your back, you could feel his chest go up and down so cute.

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97keanu · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day with the Keanuverse <3

John Wick: John would def start your day with breakfast in bed, and he is a wonderful cook, making everything you like and presenting it perfectly. He may take this time to give you a back massage while you enjoy your morning coffee, anything he can do to make you feel relaxed. Depending on the vibes of the day, he may have a lot planned out, like a surprise trip to your favorite destination, a spa day, dinner reservations, buying out a movie theatre just for the two of you(he loves if he can have you all to himself!). He may also opt for staying in, making you lunch, dinner, anything he can do to make your life perfect today(my boy’s love language is acts of service!). He will likely end the night with you in a bubble bath, enjoying each other’s company over an expensive glass of champagne, he’s not even afraid to do a face mask with you and really find some time to relax after everything. He is not letting ANYTHING come between you and him enjoying yourselves today. You end the night in bed with John lavishing your body with his hands, mouth, and whatever else he can to completely please you.

Types of presents include: Trips, cars, anything you want that he could ‘know a guy’ and make happen(remember that concert you really wanted that sold out?), spa day packages, handcrafted(but John is like, really good at it. Perhaps he tracks down one of your favorite childhood stories and restores the book for you!), shopping trips, homemade meals, anything you ask him for!

John Constantine: Let’s be honest, he probably forgot about Valentine’s Day, and is trying to work something out last minute. He’s running to the store to try to get flowers, but they’re already out, so he’s out doing something crazy like stealing from some poor soul’s grave. He’s trying to remember any hints you gave for what you wanted and barely remembering what your favorite candy is, which he luckily obtains. He calls up every restaurant in the city but all he gets is laughs when he tries. To make a reservation. Constantine is sooo disorganized for this, but the pressure hits him last minute because as much as he can be a callous asshole, he can’t have you thinking he thought you don’t deserve anything for Valentine’s Day. He finally finds somewhere that will let him buy takeout, and he takes home a bounty of last minute gifts and decor to his apartment where he quickly tries to plate the food and pass it off as his own.

In the end, after he picks you up and takes you back to his place, you enter to find his apartment set a glow with candles, soft music playing on his old busted CD player, and the smell of your favorite takeout. You are certain when you see the scene that he scrounged all this together, but at the same time, he looks at you with those dark puppy eyes, and you can’t help but be glad he remembered at all and tried. He gives you his slightly wilting bouquet of yellow and white flowers (claiming they were all out of red, but you suspect differently.) and you two have a lovely meal and a night in with some of your favorite feel good movies that Constantine would typically never sit down to watch with you. Even if it all seems small, you enjoy having some genuine time with him, and even getting to see him laugh and claim not to be teary eyed at some of the sappy scenes of the movie.

Types of presents include: Handmade, experience style gifts (perhaps taking you to his favorite secret spots!), flowers, all your favorite candies(that he could remember), maybe a chance to finally get to see his softer side.

Kevin Lomax: He’s going all out, he’s starting your day by sending breakfast to your door (all of your favorites of course!), sending dozens of flowers to your office just to make all the other girls jealous, sending a private car to pick you up too and from work, and leaving designer dress options and shoes in our bedroom for when you come home from work. You choose the dress you want to wear for the occasion, and your driver is taking you across town now to the fanciest restaurant in town. You meet him there, and Kevin looks absolutely dashing in his black suit and tie. He greets you with your first real gift for the night, a stunning piece of jewelry he knows you’ve been eyeing, then you two have a lovely dinner before going back to his apartment where you walk in to find the largest teddy bear you’ve ever seen holding more presents. He totally love bombs you for Valentine’s Day because giving gifts is on the top of his love languages, and you aren’t complaining. You two end the day in bed trying out some of the new toys he bought for the occasion.

Types of presents include: Perfumes, high end makeup, designer lingerie (for later of course), bondage gear (he loves making you his rope bunny <3), and anything you desire that money can buy. He may even surprise you with some heartfelt pillow talk when all is said and done.

Neo: Like Constantine, he is a bit forgetful of Valentine’s Day, but more in the sense of he has no idea what to get you and is absolutely horrible at deciding on a gift. He keeps trying to figure it out until it’s a week or two out and he’s found out he’s too late for reservations at all your favorite spots and on top of it there’s no way what he wanted to get you will ship in time, so he improvises. He sends flowers to your door and a note on where to meet him tonight. He doesn’t have much money so he hacks into wine and paint class via their online booking and you two end up having a great time trying to draw each other, despite his looking quite crude in form. He then takes you to a hotel reservation (that he also hacked his way into…) in the presidential suite, enjoying champagne and room service that is being charged to a card that doesn’t exist. You wonder how he got all this done, but you also know he has his ways, and don’t want to ruin the moment. You enjoy the room’s hot tub together while getting a little dirty trying to get clean. You have no idea how down to the wire he really was for making Valentine’s Day happen. He ends the night by gifting you a computer program that he made for you, and it’s awesome because it helps you with a daily task you’ve been irritated with. You two end up spending lovely quality time together, enjoying your time together and each other’s bodies no doubt!

Types of presents include: Handmade gifts, handcrafted technology (think: my boyfriend built me a computer!), hacked tech that would help in your everyday life, and he may even surprise you with something that you mentioned a long time ago(that he totally didn’t hack your search history to know about.)

Ted Logan: Ted is super sweet and caring for Valentine’s Day, surprisingly not forgetting that it exists in the first place. He ends up making you a handcrafted card and leaving it at your place of work with some hand picked daisies, all while saying it’s from a ‘secret admirer’ but Ted is the only person you know who would misspell ‘admirer’ in the first place. He doesn’t have a lot of money to get you anything fancy, but everything he does get you is heartfelt and well thought out. He picks you up after work and takes you to your favorite diner, then he finds the best spot in San Dimas to watch the stars together, tell jokes, and maybe even have a smoke sesh. You two end the night with munches being fulfilled by the nearby Circle K and a movie night at his apartment where he serenades you on his guitar between films. He buys all your favorite snacks for you and tries his best to make you feel really special. He is a words of affirmation guy so expect lots of sweet talk in your ear! He ends the night with his surprise gift, a locket with a picture of you two in it that he spent the last of his money on. He also gives you a handmade little notebook with all his favorite moments written in it with Polaroids of you two since you started dating!

Types of presents include: Handmade gifts(extremely arts and crafts, pink glitter glue ‘Will You Be My Valentine?’ Styled cards), your favorite candies, a small plush of some sort, picking wildflowers because he can’t afford the outrageous store prices, a song he wrote for you (performed alongside bill as his back up player), anything music related like making you a mixtape of your favorite tunes.

#john wick x reader #john Constantine x reader #neo x reader #Kevin lomax x reader #ted Logan x reader #my writing #my imagines

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sanjisboyfie · 4 months

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to help me sleep at night just random individual headcanons from various places of my brain (did it on my phone if typo ignore or u eill explode)

m!reader

if suguru is smoking and you come up to him:

option a: you smoke too, he lights your cigarette up w his lighter, cupping his hand over the flame to make sure it doesnt go out before your end is properly lit, OR he makes sure you have yours in your mouth, before leaning in towards you (his is in his mouth) and pressing the two ends together to make yours light off of his end, OR, he just insists on you two sharing the one hes already smoking, smirking as hes got infinite amount of indirect kisses lined up for him now

option b: you don't smoke, so he immediately stomps it out on the ground and blows the last hit he took into thr opposite direction of you so you dont ahve to smell it/smell like it.

satoru really loves embarassing you two in public, especially in his teen days. out of nowhere, really erotic noises would come from him - obviously unprompted and unprovoked - and he'd just start obnoxiously moaning your name...so fucking embarrassing. its like hes got the humor of a middle schooler. like youre in the arcade playing games w each other, he loses, and then he starts shaking the poor machine and jolting his hips back and forth AS IF hes getting railed when obviously hes FUCKING NOT and screaming "eugh!! uAgh!! HARDER [NAME]!! FUCK" and youre just trying very hard to get him to shut the fuck up

another satoru headcanon, loves gushing to u abt his lil nerd findings. when you were in highschool tgt, he would have you sit in front of him on his bed as he pointed to all the different mechanjcs his gundam figurine (bc he deffo collected them bye its ltr canon) has and going all nerdy by making silly noises like "pshhh! pfooo! baam!" as he makes them dance around in front of you. you just let him indulge you because hes honestly adorable whenever he does get rlly into it and not at all an annoying piece of shit, like he usually is. he might even rock ur bodies back and forth as hes doing all the sound effects too before setting the toy down and jus peppering kisses all over your face and neck. awww the little shit is being cute.

erm erm guys lemme cook w the one piece boys rq.

TRAFALGAR LAW...thats the headcanon.

ok obvs jk. but just imagine laws hands (gigglegiggle) and how theyre always in conract w u. mans cannottt keep his hands to himself. but nooo his hands needs to touch skin or else its not even worth it???? his fingers will slither beneath your shirt and grip onto your pelvis, or they'll go below your waistband and just run up and down your hipbone. if hes coming up from behind you his personal favorite is grabbing the back of your neck with his COLD ASS hands and watching you jump in genuine UNCOMFORTABLENESS and him jus laugh at u. then he kisses the spot he touched, covering the cold sensation w his warm lips. orrrr how about how he literally tugs you around w his hands. idk smth like pulling you inby yourbelt loops and forcing you to sit on his lap, no matter whos w u guys. or how hes always got his hand in yours so hes guiding you places/forcing you to stick near him

luffy gulp. luffy gulp gulp. the absolute sweetest sweetheart. probably loves kissing a lot. when u guys first started dating the only kisses hed accept were if u guys both looked like ducks and your lips were pursed to heaven and beyond. he thought it was rlly cute and liked how it felt. a very smiley teethy kisser if ykwim. 99.9% of ur kisses end up with him grinning ear to ear so youre basically kissing teeth stp but its ok hes babygirl it ok. luffy wants kissed for every single little thing. you gusy woke up? kiss. you guys r gonna eat breakfast? kiss. you guys r about to take a bath? kisses in the bath r fun!!!!! luffy is a kissing enthusiast. give him kisses wtfffff

tbh zoros a biter. like bro definitely bit kids when he was little. but MOVING ON FROM THAT. i mean: hes the type to bite as a form of affection. ABS IF U CANT SEE THE VISION IDC he definitely does. he sees your arms and thinks hmm i shd try eatin that in a very unserious way so he bites it when its in front of him and u genuinely look st him as if he has rabies. then he jus shrugs and ignores it??? which hello why is ur teeth imprinted in my skin rn ur jus gonna ignore it. if you guys r cuddling, he bites your bicep lightly to wake u up because hes too lazy to speak words. zoro rlly is "i no energy word bite yes" like dawg it does NOT work like that. bites your fingers sometimes when u hold hands....then licks it better when youre abiut to dcold him. the thing is this is all v nonchalantly done. like he rlly doesnt see how odd this is so he just does it and then cotninues on as if it isnt lowk v odd and abnormal. bites a lot. (he a freakazoid) dont let him rest his hesd between your legs for nap time he will definitely bite the inside of your thighs and that hurts like a bitch. next thing yk hes biting too close and taking off ur dick. do not risk it w this man.

#male reader #jjk headcanon #satoru headcanon #suguru headcanon #luffy headcanon #one piece headcanon #trafalgar law headcanons #satoru male reader #suguru male reader #trafalgar law male reader headcanons #luffy male reader #zoro headcanons #roronoa zoro x male reader #roronoa zoro headcanon #zoro male reader

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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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Hello! I love your writing! May I request some fluff with Kid, Killer, Mihawk, and Buggy where their s/o who has little cooking experience tries to surprise them by cooking something for them? Whether the food be good or bad is up to you! Thank you and have a good day!

Hi hi! Sure, always up for some fluff and I'm so happy to receive a request with Killer, I love this guy. ♡ Thank you so much for requesting. I hope the outcome will match your expectations. ☆

☆ Kid, Killer, Mihawk & Buggy with a s/o who has little cooking experience

CW :g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid has a filthy mouth

WC : 1,4k

Kid

"It looks like shit. I won't put that in my mouth."

Kid is a sassy brat because this man is able to burn the water. Spaghetti with garlic, oil, and red pepper flakes is probably the only thing he can cook. Yes, Killer's favorite food. But he won't ever admit that he learned that just for Killer, obviously. He needs to keep his jaggy-attitude, as the good angry punk he is.

Kid knows you have little cooking experience and had tried to eat what you cooked, but he ended up almost suffocating and dying on the ground. He made a promise to himself to only eat Killer's food. And we all know Kid is stubborn. He won't change his mind: you almost killed him, he will never eat your food again.

But then, he notices your sad face, wet puppy eyes and all the effort you put into the meal. And, it’s his favorite food: cabbage rolls. Okay, now his heart is melting, but of course, he won’t admit it.

"Well. It looks like shit but… it doesn't smell that bad." With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and sniffs the plate like a fearful dog.

He stares at you, suspicious, before planting his fingers on the cabbage rolls, watching if there are no bugs or whatever. Yes, he's been suspicious, petty, and he doesn't give a damn. "It looks… okay I guess."

Actually, he's confused. That food looks like it's comestible. Perhaps it's a trap. He should wait for Killer to taste it first. Or just stuff those cabbage rolls into your mouth: if you don't die or cough, maybe he'll try it.

"You know, if I die because of this food, I'll come back to life to avenge myself," before grabbing the cabbage rolls and eating an extremely small slice.

He's sweating, convinced that the nice appearance won't make up for the terrible taste. But… actually… it's… good. Like, he's not dying or suffocating on the ground. He doesn't even need to go to the nearest bathroom.

"Can I have some more?" After eating the whole plate and almost licking it like a starving person. He doesn't like to give compliments, but do you remember the scene at Udon camp where he was eating? Right now, it's him. So clearly, he likes what you cooked.

Kid is not a man many words and "thank you" doesn't exist in his dictionary. Although he would notice all the efforts you made and even the cuts on your fingers, the words are simply stuck in his throat. But, he would kiss your forehead and smear his lipstick on it. And later, he would leave a handmade metal gift of your favorite flower or animal, as a 'thank you'. Gifts are a way for Kid to show his love.

"You know what, I've changed my mind. Now I'll also eat your food." With his usual gruff voice and a flustered expression.

Killer

Killer is way nicer than his captain. Quality time is definitely his love language. So if you cook something for both of you, he's honored, truly happy and probably melting inside. The outcome doesn't matter that much. The intention already means a lot to him.

Let’s assume the outcome is not that good.

"Hm, Y/N, that seems… interesting. Really al dente." While observing the carbonized pasta.

Even without his mask, he's good at hiding his expressions. He's probably laughing because of the SMILE, but actually he wants to cry. He feels truly happy when you try your hardest just for him, but on the flipside, he knows it won't taste good.

Why him? Is dealing with a brat like Kid not enough for his poor soul?

If he gets sick from this food, who will keep an eye on Kid? He can't take a break with that hot-headed captain. Otherwise, the crew is doomed.

But he wants to please you, so he will taste it. And even finish the entire plate. Even if it was bad. You tried your best, just for him, all he can do is finish his food. However, he is not dishonest. "That wasn't very tasty, sweetie... But you tried your best to please me, thank you for your time. Maybe we can cook together the next time? I'll teach you some tips."

Finally, it's a win-win situation: thanks to your limited cooking experience, he has a good reason to spend more time with you. He’s already excited to teach you some recipe.

And as the educated guy he's, Killer will of course make the dishes himself, clean up the kitchen and thank you with a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. So now his purple lipstick is smeared on your face.

"I need to finish my work… I'll see you tonight. Thank you again for the meal, sweetie."

Casually walking through the door and once he's out of your view, he would run to the bathroom because he's getting sick.

"Ugh, you did that to yourself" (thank you for the support, Kid)

Mihawk

What a nice surprise to be welcomed with a beautiful table, his s/o well-dressed, red wine and some refined food. After dealing with Perona and Zoro all day, he only needs that.

Mihawk's high standards mean that if the food is looking great, it's a good sign. He would never approach anything that looks bad.

He knows that you may not have much cooking experience, but practice can help you make progress, right? Although the last time wasn't good, you can only improve yourself. Right? Right?

At least, if he dies from intoxication, the coffin will already be ready, thanks to his ship.

"Come share that wine with me, don't stay standing like this." While serving you a glass of red wine.

He's a bit suspicious about the food. Even though the meal may be nice, it doesn't guarantee it's good and tasty.

He's discreetly taking a sniff of the food. He has good manners, unlike those two brats, so he won’t make it obvious.

"Come sit with me and we can taste it together."

With his hawk eyes, he's looking at you and waiting for you to eat the food first. He's really observant, so he would notice all your expressions, even the most subtle ones. As your face shows no signs of disgust, then he would eat.

And its taste really good. Although it may not be the most refined, given his high-standard, it's tasty, comestible, and well-matched to the wine. The most important thing for him. You can't waste a good wine with a bad dinner.

"You really outdid yourself, that was perfect. I’m grateful."

Again, not a man of many words, but with his good manners, he would help you clean the dishes. Before returning to his duties (meaning: watching the kids), he would lend you his hat. This is a simple gift and a subtle way to say 'thank you'.

Buggy

"What, you did that for me? Why…? I mean, of course, you cook for me. What more normal? I'm the great Buggy after all."

He's feeling quite confused inside. Outside, he's acting as cocky and extravagant as he always has. After all, what’s more typical for the great Buggy to be served with a great meal? That's the minimum he deserves.

"Alright, let's eat it!" Before stuffing a huge amount of food in his mouth. And almost threw it back onto the plate. It's… foul.

"Y/N, WAS OUR RELATIONSHIP A LIE THE WHOLE TIME? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"

Really? What has he done wrong? Did he leave his makeup everywhere again? Or his clothes? Or maybe it's because he forgot to put down the toilet seat. Or... wait a second... there is red on the plate... red tomatoes… like his nose... are you making fun of him? How dare you? Yes, he's overthinking.

"That's a betrayal, I'm dying... I'm dead."

He's yelling and gesticulating wildly, and his face almost turns green due to the awful taste, but also red due to his anger.

He’s dramatically angry, of course.

"Listen everyone! y/n is trying to KILL me!"

The room is empty but okay Buggy.

He's exaggerating too much, it's not that bad. But here he is, rolling on the floor, holding his stomach, fainting. And as the drama queen, he is, of course, he’s using his devil fruit to fragment his bodies. "I'm so traumatized that I'm TORN apart."

When he notices your sadness, he shrugs.

"Ugh, Y/N, you know, maybe it was just the first slice…" he would say before giving one more chance to your plate. No, it's still bad.

"That's a masterpiece, Y/N. I'm in heaven." While trying to hide his tears. "So tasty!"Yes, he's trying to please you, because maybe he overreacted before and maybe he feels bad because you were sad.

But Buggy is way too loud and clumsy, he sucks with comedy. It's obvious that he's lying.

"That's fine, don't force yourself Buggy."

"Really? So our relationship wasn't a complete lie? Thank you Y/N, I love… I mean, what are you saying? I wasn't forcing myself, I'm the great Buggy, duh, no one can force me."

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gatitties · 1 year

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Hot water

─ Starwhats (separately) x fem!reader

─ Summary: you like hot showers and you decide to take a shower (or bath) with them

─ Warnings: none

Luffy

─ Does this guy even take showers?

─ No, that's why you're dragging him to take a shower with you.

─ You let the water run, after a couple of minutes it is to your liking and you get under the shower.

─ You have to pull Luffy to get him in and, oh boy, it's quite a show he won't stop stretching out his arm the more you pull him not to get in there.

─ At first he makes a grimace, not only because the water weakens him a bit, but because of how hot it is.

─ It doesn't bother him after a while, this guy has been exposed to so many things that he gets used to the temperature fast.

─ Get ready for a lot of chaos in the shower, he can't sit still for five minutes. "Luffy stops juggling the shampoo bottles!"

─ Which is partly an advantage, because to keep him entertained you ask him to rub your back applying the soap.

─ You decide it's time to stop when you turn around to see him trying to chew on the bar soap. "why can't I eat it? It looks edible and it smells good." "Yeah, no, I'll have Sanji cook you something."

Zoro

─ Zoro showers more than Luffy but still…

─ So you just drag him by the ear to take a shower with you.

─ He doesn't complain like Luffy and he doesn't make a big show, he just has that shitty face when you force him to do something he doesn't want, but since it's you he can't refuse.

─ This man has endured a lot of pain, be it from battles, from his captain, or from overdoing his training.

─ It was just very hot water, he could take it.

─ At least that's what he thought, the first drops made him tense his jaw. "My God Zoro you are more tense than your relationship with Sanji." "I'm not."

─ But he's still a strong man, so he bites his tongue until he gets used to it, which doesn't take long.

─ Now all that remains is to enjoy while you take a relaxing shower.

Nami

─ Quality time with this girl, finally.

─ You both liked to relax with a nice hot shower or bath, very hot.

─ It was always relaxing to be with her in these periods of time, especially after the stress that the guys in the crew cause you.

─ She has no problem with the temperature of the water, you two are used to it, the bath always ends as if it were a sauna!

─ Massages, skin care, you spend hours in the bathroom enjoying the sensation of tranquility "Do you want me to rub your back?" "Thanks Nami, I'll massage your scalp as soon as you're done."

─ It's routine after a long day, like a sacred moment for both of you that Robin joins in whenever she wants to spend hours in the 'sauna'.

Usopp

─ This poor boy...

─ Not that he was like his stinky companions a.k.a Luffy and Zoro, but he usually took his showers alone.

─ When he was confident enough with you, you dragged him into the shower because you just felt like relaxing with him.

─ All nerves and insecurities about nudity aside, it was pretty good.

─ Pretty good until a single drop touched his skin.

─ He jumped a meter above screaming like a scared cat "How are you so calm while you are doused with water from hell itself!?" You just looked at him with a blank face "Usopp, it's just hot water" "From hell..."

─ He couldn't handle the temperature, you had to change to warm water because this big baby couldn't stand it.

─ After that bath he thought you were immune to burns or something.

─ But that didn't stop you from having more baths together, you just couldn't enjoy a real hot shower.

Sanji

─ He is undoubtedly the cleanest man in the crew, you don't have to drag him to the bathroom.

─ And if you're the one who asks him to take a shower together, it won't take him a second to undress even before getting to the bathroom.

─ He probably has more than one nosebleed, it's okay, you know how to deal with this.

─ So while he was recovering from his latest nosebleed, you were already in the shower waiting for him to massage your hair.

─ When he joined you his whole body tensed, not expecting the water to be so hot. "Are you alright Sanji? I can change the temperature if you want." "N-no, It's the perfect temperature, just like you" "Okay...?"

─ This man wanted to scream for the mistreatment of his poor skin, but he is your man and he has to put up with this for you.

─ Being part of the monster trio he will get used to it although it will take him longer than the other two.

Chopper

─ My poor baby.

─ He is used to taking baths with the girls, separately or together, so he simply accepts your request to relax for a moment.

─ Normally you used to adapt to the taste of the girls, so the temperature was always mild on those occasions.

─ So you'd never taken a bath alone with Chopper and poor fellow didn't know how hot you liked water.

─ He was confident that the water would be as usual and he jumped into the bathroom without thinking…

─ This poor boy is not good with high temperatures, he grew up on a winter island, did you want to kill him? "CHOPPER!"

─ You freaked out when you saw him jump out of the tub just a second after touching the water. "BURN, THAT BURNS!" "I'm sorry Chopper I forgot you don't like high temperatures…"

─ You will change the temperature and this adorable boi will forgive you immediately.

Robin

─ Finally another girl to relax from the stupid fights between Zoro and Sanji or the games of Luffy and Usopp.

─ Taking hot baths with her is very common.

─ She supports the heat as well as Nami and you, but among the three of you, you are the one who enjoys that heat the most, however, she will not complain either, she always manages to put an intermediate point between both tastes.

─ A difference from Nami, Robin does not spend so many hours doing massage routines, skincare and stuff.

─ She prefers to enjoy the silence, maybe some occasional small talk, but at this point in the day you two prefer to keep quiet and enjoy each other's company.

─ It is something relatively quick that makes you get rid of bad energy, rejuvenating your mood.

Franky

─ He's a cyborg… at least a lot of him.

─ That doesn't mean he doesn't need a shower once in a while!

─ He still has some human parts and his hair, his precious hair has a completely special care.

─ When you walk into the bathroom there's a damn shelf full, completely full of shampoos just for his hair (while Luffy and Zoro use that 13 in 1 shampoo pls), he'll be more than happy if you tell him you want to take a shower with him.

─ You are lucky with this one, hot water does not affect him at all, the bad thing is that he will try to play some jokes on you "I could electrocute you now if my systems fail you know?" "Franky please, I'm trying to wash your hair, not right now."

─ He just behaves by the fact that your hands are miraculous and you make his hair look absolutely fabulous. "My hair looks SUUUUPEEEERRR good!"

Brook

─ He… he's a skeleton what do you expect? 🤨

─ You're not even the one asking, because the one time you did (and he answered genuinely) he told you that he doesn't allow other people to touch his precious afro.

─ And you were fine with that, after all he always told you "I don't need to take showers because I'm already dead! YOHOHOHOHO."

─ But anyway we know Brook and rest assured that he has tried to enter the bathroom while you take a hot shower.

─ As a defense you simply splashed him to scare him away "I don't feel pain but I could feel my bones burned YOHOHOHO" "BROOK GET OUT OF HERE!"

Jinbe

─ Fish man… strange as it may seem is your favorite.

─ Jinbe adapts to all kinds of waters, cold currents in the sea, warm currents, everything!

─ So he could put up with your habit of burning your skin while taking a good bath.

─ This man gives the best massages, just look at his hands, they can occupy your whole damn back and undo contractures in seconds.

─ Of course, in return, he also asks you for a massage, it will take you a while to get all the muscles on his back to relax, but it will be worth it!

─ You always chat while relaxing, more like Jinbe complaining about Luffy's recklessness and you listening to a worried uncle. "I swear, our captain is going to make me bald." "I accompany you in the feeling Jinbe, believe me"

#strawhats #op #one piece #one piece x reader #strawhats x reader #headcannons #sfw #Luffy #Zoro #Nami #Sanji #Usopp #Chopper #Robin #Franky #Brook #Jinbe

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glittter-vamp · 2 years

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Wax Strips | C.E

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT.

Warnings: Explicit Language. Mentions of Blood. Kissing. Pain Inducing (?) Mostly funny and fluff! Sorry for any grammatical errors.

Summary: Chris goes to reader for some help manscaping for a new role.

Word Count: 1,114

" Can you you come here and tell me if the pasta sauce is too sweet?" Scott asks me. I was writting a work email on my laptop in our shared apartment. " Yeah, give me a minute" I say finishing up the email and hitting send. I get up from the dining table and taste the sauce from the hot spoon. " It's perfect, don't add anything else" I shake my head. " And my mom says I can't cook" Scott says. " The only one who can't is Chris, remember the meatloaf he made when we went over for dinner' I say and he starts laughing. " It was like a brick, I almost chipped a tooth!" Scott says and I start laughing. " That shit was a health hazard, I wouldn't even let poor Dodger sniff it!" I giggle. I went back to the to the table but before I could sit there was a knock on the door. " Were you expecting anyone?"I ask Scott as I walk to the door. " Oh yeah, Chris texted me saying he was going to come over because he needs help with something" Scott says as I unlock the door and I was met with Chris.

" Hey Y/n" Chris says giving me a hug. " Hey Chris, come on in" I say letting him in the apartment. " Smells amazing in here!" Chris says taking off his coat, he had a brown paper bag in his hand. Chris goes to say hello to his brother and I go sit down where I was. " So what did you need help with?" Scott says and Chris nervously laughs. " So.. I kind of need Y/n's help with something.. personal" Chris says looking over to me. Scott and I give him a weird look. " I have a sex scene too shoot in two days and I have to manscape and every wax center near here is booked because of the holidays coming up. Apparently people love to be hairless to eat a damn turkey" Chris says and I bust out laughing. " Oh come on guys, please you're the only person I trust! You're a nurse!" He says. " You want me to wax you because I'm a nurse.." I laugh. " I'll do it, not like we didn't bathe together until we were 10 and have had to give you cold showers n your drunken nights" Scott says. " Thanks...but no thanks" Chris says and Scott rolls his eyes at his brother. " Wait, do I have too see like.. it.." I ask hesitantly and Scott laughs. " No! well just the top part maybe but that's it!" Chris reassures me. " Chris.."I whine. " Please! I'd do it myself but I'd probably stick things together that don't need to be stuck together" he says with pleading eyes and I sigh. " Fineee, shirt off, go lay on the floor' I say grabbing the bag which contained the strips. " Aw you sound like my date from Tuesday night" Scott says from the kitchen as he checks the food on the stove. Chris and I giving him a " WTF" look. I then read the instructions on the box and it says i needed to warm up the strips rubbing them against my hands.

Chris takes off his shirt and I can't help but admire his muscular chest and torso filled with tattoos. "I'm so recording this for my instagram" Scott says getting his phone out. " Don't you dare!" Chris says. " Too late!" Scott smiles. I shake my head at the two brothers that act like kids well into their late 30s and now early 40s. " Why can't you just shave?" I ask Chris as I kneel down on the carpet next to him. " They need to use make up to cover my tattoos and I get prickly fast so the hair's make it flake" he says. " Can't they just CGI these crappy tattoos?" I say and Chris scoffs. " Take that back" he says and I laugh. " Okay here we go first two strips. I peel the strips from each other and put the first one on his chest, on his very hard muscular chest. Come on Y/N snap out of it, this is just your roommates brother. Your very very hot actor brother of your roommate. " Are you ready?" I ask looking at his nervous face. " Do you have something to bite on?" Chris asks. " What a baby!" I say just ripping off the strip " Fuuuck!! Holy shit, yeah no I think we're done here... fuck that times 100" Chris says in pain and I cringe at the wax strip full of hair. "I got you good, look at that! It's like Chewbacca's baby spawn" I laugh showing Scott who had his phone out recording. " Oh my god you drew blood!" Scott says looking at his brothers chest with a whole chunk of hair missing and little bits of blood seeping through his skin. " Holy shit did that fucking hurt" Chris grimaces. " Well we need to take the other one off- NO! You're not doing that again" Chris says shaking his head. " Wait... why didn't you just Nair the hair off?" Scott says and Chris looks at him with annoyed face when he realizes the wax strips were a very dumb idea. " You know what... let me be a good brother and go to the pharmacy down the street and get you Nair" Scott says grabbing his keys. "Food is done and I'll be right back" Scott says leaving. " What are you going to do with the other one?" I ask. " Leave it on there for eternity" Chris says looking down at his chest. " Let's just do it really quick" I say reaching for it and he stops my hand. "I will cry" he says and I laugh. " Okay what do you think would help?" I ask. " A kiss" he smirks and I raise an eyebrow at him. " Give me a kiss and I'll let you rip it off" He says. I eye him suspiciously but give in leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. Once our lips touch it was hard to stop, his lips were the softest I had ever kissed. " Ow!! Shit!!" Chris hisses half way into the kiss. " I thought it would be a good time to rip it off, you were distracted" I smile pecking him on the lips and going to get my first aid kit to treat his little boo boos.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fic #cevans

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dckweed · 1 year

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well hidey ho, been a minute. I've had a rough few weeks and I'm not 100% sure I'm totally in love with this part for Sugar Sweet but it's okay because i know it's building up to something. How are yall doing? Also, my requests are OPEN for any top gun asks.

warnings: mentions of weight and poor body image, but that's about it. this whole part is literally just Jake and sugar being oddly domestic bc for some reason the thought of Jake being a domestic kinda guy just feels right.

summary: you and jake have breakfast on a rare day off for both of you.

word count: 2,512

SUGAR SWEET, part two.

"GOD DAMMIT, BECKY!"

Irritated as you were by the man showing up at your door, and even more irritated by Pete thinking you could get along, you knew that you didn't have a choice. You couldn't afford not to have a roommate, not with the giant stack of over due bills piling up on the desk in your living room. You trusted Maverick's judgement about his character, he seemed nice enough as annoying as you had a feeling he could be just off your last few interactions with him, he also seemed like a pretty straight shooter and you felt like that would be good company to have around your brother after what your last roommate had been doing behind your back.

The tour of your home was short, you lived in a small three bedroom cottage, just three houses over from Penny, and there wasn't much of it to see. You had shown him around the kitchen, to the shared bathroom and had let him look around the second biggest bedroom that had once been yours, but would now be his. After running over his shared portion of the bills, and letting him know that you didn't mind cooking for him as long as he chipped in on groceries, you two shook hands and called it a day.

A couple days has passed since he'd moved in, and honestly, you'd been working so late the past couple of days that you hadn't even noticed him. Your brother said that he liked him well enough, he thought his job was the coolest thing ever (which seemed to boost Jake's ego more than it needed to) and he seemed to enjoy having him around, something you couldn't be mad at.

You were up early on your fourth day of having Jake as a roommate, early enough that you assumed he was already on base, because he always seemed to leave in the dark, early hours of the morning, and definitely early enough that your brother was still asleep. It was Saturday, he wouldn't be up until well after ten in the morning. It also happened to be one of your rare days off, and you were planning to go use your free membership perk at the gym, but not before making breakfast.

The kitchen was probably your favorite place in the house, it wasn't the biggest or the nicest by any means, but it had always been somewhere that felt like home to you, especially when it held so many happy memories of your father. Knowing that your brother slept like a boulder, you didn't have any qualms about turning on your bluetooth speakers and letting your favorite playlist play through them, singing along happily to the lyrics as you cracked eggs and drizzled oil on the bottom of your biggest skillet to start some hashbrowns and peppers together.

The smell of food is what woke him up first, the aroma of the peppers roasting in the pan and some bacon frying hitting his senses like a god send. Jake hadn't had a proper home-cooked breakfast in a while, and just the thought of it drove him to swing his legs over the side of the king size mattress he had bought and shuffle over to his dresser, that had clearly been your own at point. He shoved his legs into a pair of gym shorts, he figured you would find it impolite of him to go wondering about in his underwear in your own and he was all about being a gentleman.

As he made his way down the hallway, the music is what perked his ears up. He grunted a little, running a hand through his surely messy hair as he made his way into the living room, he was too tall to look through the breakfast bar slot without needing to crouch so he rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks as his eyes found you. He had to admit, you were quite the sight dancing in an extremely oversized t-shirt with what looked like nothing but panties on underneath, your thighs on full display. He had to tear his eyes away for a moment, afraid he was going to pop a boner as he watched you bend over to grab something from one of the lower cabinets, singing along perfectly to whichever song was coming through the speakers. You looked relaxed, he dared to say that you even looked happy, like you thoroughly belonged right there in that moment and something about that was insanely breathtakingly beautiful to him.

He could have watched you like that for hours, but he knew that would be creepy and that you would probably catch him at any second. Jake clears his throat, leaning against the door way on his shoulder. "So, Sugar, do you do this often?" He asks, hiding a chuckle as you jump and turn, your eyes narrowed.

Jake had scared the absolute shit out of you, but you weren't about to show him that. "Make breakfast? Yeah, every morning." You say, rolling your eyes. "Do you always walk around without a shirt on?" You turned your head back to the stove, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping along your cheeks. He looked good standing there like that, his entire toned stomach on full display, biceps too as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a beautiful kind of man, and you could stare at him for hours.

"Do you always walk round with just your panties on?" He asks with a scoff, pushing off of the door frame to pour himself a cup of coffee as his eyes locked onto the pot that smelled like it was freshly brewed. You make a squeak of a noise and furiously make sure your shirt is covering your bottom. "How do you take your coffee, sugar?"

You glance over at him, watching him grab two mugs from the cabinet right above the coffee maker. You wondered how he knew the color changing star wars one was your favorite. "Black." You say, giving the potatoes and peppers one last stir before putting them onto a serving platter next to the eggs and bacon you had made. "And my name isn't Sugar."

"Woman after my own heart." Jake says, ignoring your annoyance to his pet name andbpouring himself a cup of coffee the same way before taking them both over to the kitchen table. "Also…star wars?" He opened up the curtains next to the table, he had a feeling that you liked the morning sunshine.

"Are you really about to bash me for star wars right now, hangman?" You ask, humming appreciatively as you set down the large serving platter before going to grab plates. You had made more than enough for the both of you. "Don't you usually go to work before the sun comes up?"

Jake makes a noise as he sips at his coffee. "Damn girl you make it strong.." He says, sitting down at the round table to your left 7side after subconsciously pulling out your chair for you before you came back with the plates. "I'm on standby most weekends, much to my annoyance. I'd rather spend my time on base or in my plane..but, i use the weekends for heavy work at the gym..don't you usually work every day?"

You set a plate in front of him with some silverware on top before sitting down in the seat he had pulled out for you. "I have a rare day off..but I'm working the Hard Deck tonight.." You say, scooping food onto your plate before sprinkling some hot sauce over your eggs. "So you're going to the gym today then?" You ask, rethinking your plans to go.

He nods, grabbing the bottle of hot sauce after you set it down to pour over his own plate, completely covering everything on it. You cringe at the sight. "That must be a guy thing." You mutter, shaking your head at the man. Jake only hums as he scoops up a fork full of egg and potato and shovels it in. You watch as you eat your own food, him already halfway through his plate in a matter of minutes. You take note of the way his forehead shines with sweat and his cheeks and nose tinge red. You want to laugh but it reminds you so much of your father and brother. "Spicy?"

Jake shakes his head. "Not spicy enough." You drop your jaw. With sweat dripping down his face and his skin red, how was it not spicy enough? He reaches an arm across the table and grabs the hot sauce bottle again, it was one you had made yourself, a recipe you had thought interesting. "This is good, did you get it at a farmers market? It's really fresh." He says, coating what's left of his eggs once more.

You can't help but to wonder if all that time spent in the thinner oxygen so far up in the atmosphere has somehow altered his brain. "I made it." You say simply, picking up your half eaten plate of food and heading towards the sink. You dump it down the garbage disposal and start gathering the rest of the dirtied breakfast dishes, washing your skillets by hand. Just as you're about to start loading the dishwasher you feel Jake next to you, setting his plate down on the counter for you to clear.

"You really made this?" He asks, clearing all the condiments and things off of the table. You felt awkward, not used to anyone helping you clean the kitchen, that had always been left up to you.

"Yeah, saw a recipe on pinterest and thought I'd try it out..Kai loves hot sauce, always complains the store stuff sucks." You didn't mention that your father had always made his own as well, which is why your brother complained about the store bought crap you had been recently putting in the fridge.

Jake hums while you finish washing up the mess you'd made, you don't say anything moreand neither does he until he thanks you for the food and leaves the room, you hear his feet travel down the hallway and the click of his bedroom door. You breathe out a sigh, wondering why you felt so tense and awkward around him.

You don't dwell on it though, and head to your room to get ready for your day. You figure you shouldn't avoid going to the gym just because he was going to be there, you missed working out and it's not like you didn't need it either. You're quick to change into a pair of spandex shorts and one of your fathers baggy old t-shirts, throwing your hair up into a claw clip before before heading towards the living room.

You're putting on your sneakers when you catch a peek9f of Jake through the breakfast nook window, he's got a giant tumbler bottle next to him, and a good five or so small tubs of something. He's humming to himself all as he mixes a bunch of it into the tumbler bottle. "Watermelon or Fruit Punch?" He questions to himself and you can't help but to giggle a little when he glances down at his white athletic shirt that clung to his upper body tightly. "Watermelon doesn't stain as bad as fruit punch."

"Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?" You ask, catching him jump in fright as you round the corner into the kitchen. You couldn't help but to think it was your own form of payback for earlier.

"Sugar, I am my own best friend, no one gives me better advice than myself." You felt like you lost braincells when he turned and winked at you. "Want a pre-workout shake? I have Blue Raspberry, orange, Watermelon.."

You cock your head at him. "Pre-workout?" You hated to sound dumb, especially because you worked in a gym, but you really had no clue what he was offering you.

"It gives you the extra boost to get through your workout, helps with recovery while you're working out..good for the muscles too if you buy the right ones, like me.." He said it so matter of fact that you didn't think he was punking you. "Caffeine, basically."

"...then why don't you just drink coffee?" You ask and it must have been a dumb question because he looks so bewildered. He slaps his hand down on the counter top and shakes his head, mouth open.

"Sugar, coffee and pre-workout are not the same thing." He says, almost offended by your question. "Has your brother taught you nothing?"

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "Okay, well, I'm headed out. I have to go to the grocery store after I'm done at the gym, text me if you want something specific..have fun with your Caffeine on steroids." You grab your purse and keys and head to your car.

It's already god awfully hot and you damn near cry when you remember the air conditioning in your car is broken as you slide into the already boiling interior. You toss your bag into the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, turning it. It makes a choking sound. Confused, you turn it again and it makes a wet cough type of sound. Hoping that maybe it's just because it's old and needs a few minuets sometimes, you turn the key for a third time and this time, there's not a single noise or sign of life.

"God dammit Becky you piece of crap!" You holler slamming the driver side door closed. You so could not afford this right now. You hoped it was easily fixable and were just on your way back inside to see if you could call Maverick to come help you out, or even wake up your brother and see if he could check it out, when Jake came walking down the driveway towards his truck parked on the curb.

"Who's becky?" He asks, glancing down at the car and then back to you before making the assumption. "..need a ride?" He unlocks his beefy GMC pick up and tosses his bag into the back seat. You're about to protest, not wanting to drag him off to the grocery store on his day off from work but he beats you to it. "Come on, it's not like i have anything better to do all day, I'll even look at your car when we're done at the grocery store.."

Honestly, you should have said no and turned right around and gone back inside, because this? This day was the start of your downfall, the beginning of your heart somehow totally belonging to Jake fucking Seresin without even so much as a warning and even more honestly? You would so do it all again if it meant you'd got to relive every moment of this day knowing full well what it was going to lead to.

@novagreen04 @t4medicroe @dempy @djs8891 @potato-girl99981

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invisiblewashboard · 2 months

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I usually have a book club to attend on Thursday nights, but tonight I did not. And so, I used that time to instead compile some more of Small Child’s Thoughts and present you with a Triple Feature! Now you are all caught up on his thoughts. Two more chapters of The Two Towers left, and then it’s on to The Return of the King!

Small Child’s Thoughts on “The Forbidden Pool”

I wish Faramir just wouldn’t have woken Frodo up. That guy needs sleep.

Ooh, that’s just Gollum. Sam will not be happy about that.

Why is Faramir asking if that’s a bird? He knows it’s not a bird. I don’t like when people ask questions when they already know the answer.

That’s gross. I don’t like eating fish. But I really wouldn’t like fish if they weren’t cooked.

Um, no, Frodo should not say they can shoot him because he has stuff to do.

Gollum is not listening. That’s not a good idea.

Well, that’s just going to make Gollum angry. I would be angry too. I don’t like it when people make me go where I don’t want to go.

He has a name! Why is he saying he doesn’t have a name?

I don’t know why they are saying they are going to kill Gollum.

Hey Mom? (Yes, Small Child?) I don’t really like Faramir. (Oh, that makes me sad! Why don’t you like him?) He just talks too much about things I think are not important.

“Journey to the Cross-Roads”

He had no thoughts about this chapter other than “too much scenery.”

“The Stairs of Cirith Ungol”

That Ring is so bad, so, so bad.

I know what “illuminated” means, and this book said something that doesn’t make sense. A light always illuminates something because that’s what light does!

I bet those flowers smell like the fish trees. You say those are bad trees.

Frodo should just not go there. That is a bad place.

Woah! That Ring is bad! I didn’t know it could move like that.

That is just one tired guy.

Aw, poor, poor Frodo. He’s just trying his very best even though he is so tired.

You are reading a lot of words about screaming and lights and thunder and I just do not know what any of this means.

The Black Riders are back and that’s bad. Is that guy going to stab Frodo again? Oh, I am really glad Frodo isn’t getting stabbed. He’s been stabbed a lot.

The book says “almost forgotten,” but it wasn’t almost for me. I did just really forget about that thing from Galadriel.

I think probably Faramir will just be dead soon.

Gollum needs to let them rest a long time, because their legs are tired and probably they are hurting really bad.

I know that tunnel they have to go through is not a train tunnel with track going through it. But I think that would be a good thing to put in this story. I like it when stories have trains and this one doesn’t have them.

I think Sam should not be so rude. I just think he knew they would have to be sneaky even if Gollum didn’t say it.

I don’t think people or hobbits or anything wants to go where Frodo and Sam are. I don’t want to. I like to stay at home and eat bread.

Is the silmaril from that book you have that is called “The Silmarillion?” Can you read me that one when we finish the last book? (I’d love to read it to you someday, Small Child, but you may need to be just a little older before you’ll like that one.) Is it an old people book? (Maybe.) You’re just very old, so I guess that’s why you like it, probably.

The great tales never end like the biggest story never ends, right? Like God’s story isn’t over yet.

This story is one of your favorite stories! (It is! Is it one of yours?) No.

Gollum is not good in this tale. He just wants to get the Ring back, right? Even though it is not good for him.

I just don’t know why Gollum is angry that Sam said he was sneaking. Because he was sneaking.

See? Gollum says he was sneaking, so he can’t be mad.

It can’t be tomorrow if they are talking about it. For them it is just today. Because it’s always just today if that’s the time you’re in. It is just NOT tomorrow. It’s today!

#small child's thoughts #lord of the rings #lotr #jrr tolkien #the two towers #read aloud #first read through #he doesn’t like Faramir #I have failed as a mother #too much scenery #it can’t be tomorrow if it’s today #triple feature #hat trick

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luffyvace · 4 months

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STRAW HAT HEADCANONS

YUP YUP

as a thx for being patient for me not posting all day-

you get the whole crew!! :)

(some of these are based off true stories i’ve heard of from my friends 😭🧍‍♀️)

Luffy

never a peaceful day goes by

hes the type of guy that has to make noise if it’s “too silent”

like bro can’t we get some peace and quiet??

thrives in chaos

his eye to hand coordination is on point bc this man doesn’t think before he does ANYTHING

steals things from his crew even

if he sees something he likes he just takes it

he goes into the bathroom, puts boogers on the tissue then leaves

doesn’t even take it off or flush it

the next person who has to use that bathroom is mortified

when nami finds out and holds a whole meeting to find out who did this terrible act of crime

they find out it’s him he just laughs

per usual

stop this madness.

(he doesn’t)

Zoro

also a menace

not as straightforward with it though

its more like if he gets water everywhere when washing his hands

or spills his drink when pouring it

or pee all over the toilet

he’s kinda like oh whoops

(for future reference- my apologies for who ever you simp for here bc these headcanons don’t hold back)

anyway

sometimes he doesn’t shower after he trains

and just walks in the kitchen full body REEKING 😭😭😭

seriously dude take a shower

”i’ll cool off eventually”

THAT AINT GONNA GET RID OF THE STENCH

it makes me doubt he changes his underwear often enough

he leaves empty water bottles everywhere

it’s worse in the crows nest trust

Nami

thankfully this poor victim isn’t nearly as much as a menace

as long as you pay your beli

is genuinely willing to wait as long as it takes to get that money

and if you die she’s taking your life insurance

if your a pirate and have none she probably just takes whatever money and belongings you own

if it’s gems she’ll keep them but otherwise

she sells your clothes and other stuff that’s not worth much

smells like flowers

yes i said it

every time she comes out the shower something chaotic has happened

ah what a refreshing shower..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUFFY UPSET ANOTHER GOD 😱

😡✊ 🤣 💥 😓 😑

you can guess what happened

Usopp

his luck heavily fluctuates

sometimes he can get away with stealing. from. nami.

wow.

to other times getting blamed for farting

by luffy

and no one likes that feeling

has a better fashion sense but just chooses to dress how he does

no reason really

he can do hair and paint nails

nail painting he learned from kaya

would love horse back riding if he tried

he would suck at first tho

likes little children but they always end up beating him up for some reason

‘his cooking isn’t that good!’

‘let’s jump him!’

‘yeah!!’

besides the usopp pirates—they just do

Sanji

he could pull if he just stopped simping so hard

opla sanji is proof

his favorite thing to cook is spicy foods

him and chopper bond over spices bc some are good for your health and all

chopper sometimes recommends new herbs to put in foods

and vice versa for medicine

he helps chopper shop for herbs and such

if zoro wasn’t his big brother it was def be sanji

i love this duo it need more screen time

Sanji is a natural with children

which is why i wanna know why he ain’t wifed up yet?!

still hasn’t had his first kiss

prob would’ve genuinely married pudding if she was regular girl or at least not a big mom pirate

Chopper

sweetest person ever

looks up to all the straw hats

so he picks up bad habits from them

and is influenced by them easily

they use him as a tie breaker for stuff

they all bribe him to picking they’re option

usually robin, nami, sanji or zoro wins

robin bc she uses her psychological knowledge

nami bc she offers to buy his doctor stuff (which is rare)

sanji bc they have a close bond and relate to each other

and zoro bc they’re bond too (and bc he scares him sometimes- like that time in water 7)

asks people to help him with his doctor research

everyone was willing until the time usopp had diarrhea

then he could only convince luffy to do it 😭

Robin♥︎

her stare scares the rest of the straw hats

if it’s not a genuine smile and more like a distant stare that is

shes always observing and watching

theres no hiding secrets from her

she’s knows all

she actually reminds me of a friend i had irl and idk how to feel abt it

she wasn’t a bad person

she was just

just like robin 🧍‍♀️

anyway

i wonder if robin would read stephen king?

she would prob big up the book

only for them to find out it’s pretty dark

she prefers tea over coffee any day

its healthier w more health benefits

it just suits her taste pallet more

plus it doesn’t stain your teeth yellow n stuff..

Franky

SO LOUD

the second he gets up-

SUPERRRRRRR

its kinda annoying

he doesn’t care much if you don’t like it

Luffy is louder ok

your fine

wants robin to think he’s cool

if you don’t get something he said he doesn’t feel like repeating himself

either leaves out more details the more he explains it

or stares at you until you get it

constantly requesting american food for dinner

he doesn’t mind noodles and other around the world dishes

but can he get some pizza??

is that too much??

actually such a kind and considerate person

can relate to sanji on his kindness and empathy being his superpower

♡♡BROOK♡♡

needs so much more attention

the only one who still laughs at his skull jokes are luffy and chopper

sometimes usopp if it was a good one

loves to exchange books with robin but..

sometimes they’re a bit scary

(dude your a skeleton…YOUR SCARY-)

robin listens to him well bc he has a wealth of knowledge

he is 90 after all

maybe brook gets his clothes tailored??( bc who makes clothes so skinny a skeleton could fit them?!)

can play instruments no ones ever even HEARD OF before

randomly re-realizes his generation of people is dead

like now he has to accommodate with the youngsters 😭

i mean people in one piece live pretty long

but still they’re not out here kickin it n allike they used to

like rayliegh-

except he’s younger-

way younger-

ok so maybe whitebeard

but he was still jukin-

IDK MAN

one piece people are weird..

JINBEI

idk much about him especially but imma try

he’s so cool

he can prob cook really well

has very good survival and leader skills

plus instincts

wait how old is he??

looked it up he’s 46

so he’s the 2nd oldest

technically would be first if brook wasn’t a moving pile of bones

yohohoho!

my apologies your right this is jinbei.

i feel like he can dance

like he knows traditional dances of all sorts

i mean he could travel under water pretty fast

he should be able to visit different places right?

besides, he was a warlord

of course he did!

i feel he wouldn’t be a simp

as in for boa specifically

like he’s like i got too much going on to simp over some youngster

ik he ain’t real old or anything

but my dude a grown man

bro ain’t got time

he’s too busy being himothy

i feel he’d like poems

jinbei’s was like the most serious one. and that was still all over the place itself-

i take it back probably chopper or robin

this was fun but it took so long. it’s ok u guys enjoy :). i’m off to watch some anime 🏃‍♀️

oh my GOODNESS. so many tags 🤓

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bl3ss3dbyt1amat · 3 months

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OC ASK THINGIE!! tagged by @tadpole-apocalypse

name: malas!! (formerly "of the bhaal temple", currently "of... my house?" he doesnt get it at all but hes got the spirit)

nickname(s): mal (astarion), arthax dus (by lae'zel, roughly translates to "utter moron" in draconic. theyre besties trust), evae (astarion, tranlsates to "love" in elvish), dragonbro (karlach), bhaalbud (wyll and karlach)

pronouns: he/him very loosely. sometimes he just drops shit like "i wish i were a girl" and everyone in the party has to deal with that for a second before moving on.

star sign: i would imagine capricorn with maybe something in cancer? hes a very responsible "big brother" quiet type but can absolutely be emotional. just like. in private. and then he immediately pretends like nothing happened. IM SORRY IM OVERTHINKING

height: 7'0 (okay last tangent but ironically i was actually working on a drawing of all the companions with my height and body type companions for them. so this was something i was very prepared for)

orientation: gay and asexual!! (he doesnt MIND sex and was totally chill with being intimate with astarion on the grave and shit, he just also doesnt really seek it out or desire it. ALSO i feel like he probably had a phase where he dated girls and kept trying to convince people/himself he wasnt gay)

race: white dragonborn! though in my head hes more of like. a hunk of bhaal's flesh in the vague shape of a white dragonborn. i think actual dragonborn might get an uncanny valley vibe from him if they look at him too long

romancing: astarion :DDDD

fave fruit: im really amused by the idea of this big hulking dragon guy very delicately picking some razzberries or blackberries to eat. so im gonna go with that (someone remind me to draw that later!!)

fave season: winter probably! i like to think that he absolutely thrives in the cold, being (sort of) a white dragonborn

fave flower: canada thistle! technically not a flower but a weed. i have a headcanon that poor malas just destroys every single plant he even considers going near. canada thistle is a very hard to get rid of weed, so i think he would be delighted to find a "flower" that could put up with his creepy death vibes

fave scent: this is gonna sound so weird but like? cooked meat? and rice and that sort of thing. the smell of a home cooked meal is the general vibe (i dont feel like the bhaal temple was super hospitable when it came to making nice food? malas loses his memory and is like "i dont know why but i feel like i prefer this curry so strongly to like. human fingers")

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: secret third thing called i think malas would be indecisive and slowly drink all of them. like back to back. over the span of an hour to try in avoid anyone catching on (astarion is so onto him)

average sleep hours: i think it really depends on the day. like 4-6 days out of the week hes too paranoid and restless to sleep at all/more than like 2 hours a night (concerning all of the elves in the party who can absolutely hear him). and then the other days of the week hes so stressed from questing and staying up the previous nights he just storms into camp and sleeps from then until he is forced out of bed

dogs or cats: dogs but more accurately worgs and owlbears. i feel like he just wants a pet thats also a bit of a feral sweetheart. also big fluffy guy you can ride!! whats not to love?? malas is probably one of those guys who inexplicably gets every cat ever to hate him within seconds of meeting them. and is also probably very upset by this

dream trip: LITERALLY ANYWHERE! malas just wants to see all the shit hes never seen before/doesnt remember. ideally after finding a way for astarion to walk in the sun.

amount of blankets: i think probably none to maybe one or a sheet? hes probably overheating for most of the game, being meant for colder climates and junk

random fact(s): - as bhaal's chosen, malas was much more into the preaching aspect of things. he would still probably be a good preacher if he worshipped any gods - malas can speak draconic as well as a bit of undercommon and deep speech. i feel like he had to like. hear people talk in these languages to even remember he spoke them post-amnesia though - that comic about malas having a giant journal full of everyones bullshit wasnt a joke. hes got a scrapbook full of quests, stickynotes, drawings, diary-type entries, and probably a good few mental breakdowns - this is more of a headcanon abt dragonborns in general but i think hes got a little hoard of pretty doo-dads.

(im so sorry if the images made this unreadable it looks fine to me on computer??? i dont know how to make them smaller either sob) IVE NEVER DONE A TAG THING SO I HOPE ITS NOT JUST SUPPOSED TO BE MUTUALS MOSTLY CAUSE I HAVE TWO ONE OF WHICH TAGGED ME ORIGINALLY tagging @venusmage @mooreaux @grandmother-goblin (i wish i had seen this tav when i did my tav appreciation post!! so cool!!) @ppilotco (AGAIN WISH I HAD SEEN THEM SOONER) @divorcedwife ANDD UUHH everyone else ever forever praying i did this right

#bg3 #bg3 oc #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 durge #dark urge bg3 #durge #tag game #malas posting

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sparkypantaloons · 2 years

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Grubs Up

Tim is no cook. He's not an idiot. He can make a meal. A decent one at that. But decent as in it will keep him alive. Not decent as in anyone would want to purposefully eat it.

He doesn't care. He learnt survival skills to survive. Not live. That was the whole point.

But after only two days of boiled ready-ramen, with sad flavour packs that expired at least nine months ago and some slightly tragic vitamin supplements crushed into the broth, he's wondering if his training has been sufficient. He'd kill for a cheeseburger right about now.

It's raining. He, Dick and Jason have been holed up in some awful cabin for two nights now. Waiting for an all clear on their extraction. The go ahead for their own rescue.

They're tired and irritable. And hungry.

They could leave. They could. They don't owe this mission anything. They've given up their own cases and their own commitments to be here. It's a long and boring story, but the crux of it is that Bruce asked. Bruce asked them to fight and then he asked them to stay, too. So here they are.

They could fight their way out. Easily enough probably. But Bruce asked them not to do that either. So instead they wait.

Each of them are dealing with the decision in their own way.

Dick is angry. Angry in that quiet, calm way he is. When he thinks he's let himself down. So quick to question his own judgement when it comes to Bruce. But still adamant the others are right in their choice.

Jason is playing at indifference. It's a poor show, if Tim is honest. The middle brother failing at nonchalance, as he sits hunched and irritated in the corner.

Tim made his decision long ago. His loyalty is to Bruce. Always. Since before Robin and long after. But damn is he hungry.

The three of them have just split their last protein bar. A grimly bland concoction of nuts and oats and little else.

Jason, of all people, is the one to put a positive spin on it. Unnaturally cheery and grateful for the meager nourishment.

Dick scowls, his eyes and mood dark, as Jason pretends the mouthful of beige is something worth remarking on.

Tim is... christ, he's just so hungry man. He'd eat just about anything right now.

Which is why, when the door opens, not moments later, and Duke stands there, dressed in his stealth black version of his uniform, with a giant tupperware of chilli con carne in his hands, Tim thinks he could kiss him.

"Sup losers?" Duke says cheerily.

Dick scowls as he rises, just as Jason fully body checks him, shoving the older man out of the way.

"Narrows!" Jason breathes, eyes widening at the large tupperware in Duke's hands.

"Alfred sent me." Duke says, pulling off his helmet.

"Ohmygodisthishischilli?" Jason slurs, almost salivating at the thought. He tries to pry the lid off the box in Duke's hands.

Duke scowls. "No, bro." He moves the tupperware out of Jason's reach. "I made this, you ungrateful swine."

"Did you bring forks?" Dick asks. He barely looks at the teenager, eyes fixed on the parcel of delicious food.

Duke rolls eyes. "Hi Dickie, how are you? Oh, hungry? Good job I brought forks."

"Gimme a fork." Tim says, crowding the youngest Bat.

"You guys are acting like you haven't eaten for weeks." Duke scowls, prying open the tupperware in his hand. He jerks away from the Red Hood, as the older man shoves his nose towards the smell of stewed and spiced meat. "Didn't Bruce ever teach you any manners?" Duke grumbles. He fishes some forks out of his utility belt.

Tim grabs them out of Duke's hand. Doesn't even bother to respond before he digs into the delicious, tender stew. Holds the spare forks out of Dick and Jason's reach as he shovels the food into his mouth.

"Replacement you frickin a hole" Jason growls, grabbing at Tim's spare hand and barging past Duke.

Dick scowls. "You're being douche bags! Tim!" He snaps.

Tim is giggling. Part hysteria, part pure joy at earing something that isn't survivalist gourmet. "Okay, okay." He laughs, half hysterical. "Forks you animals." He holds the cutlery out to his brothers.

Duke watches them frowning. "It's barely been two days guys. This is a bit sad, you can't be this hungry already?"

"You try living off Timmy's 'Bat-belt Ramen'" Jason mutters, through a mouthful of chilli.

Dick shoves him out the way. Shovels another mouthful of chilli into his mouth from the tupperware. "Sunny-D you're my favourite brother." He chomps.

Duke rolls his eyes. "Until Damian brings you breakfast in bed again." He mutters.

Tim snorts, chilli comes up through his sinuses, threatens to come out his nose.

Duke smirks, holds a hand to his ear. Listens for a moment. "Batman's two minutes out for extraction." He says. "Eat up."

#spbfic #ficlet #batfam #batfam fic #batfic #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #duke thomas #batfamily #wfa #red hood #nightwing #red robin #signal #wayne family adventures

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wheels-of-despair · 6 months

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 6: Not a Fucking Word Words: 3k

On Monday morning, the clang of a pan woke you up. You sat up and looked directly into the kitchen, where Tom was struggling with something on the stove.

You got out of bed as quietly as you could and crept toward him. He was so focused on whatever he was screwing up, he didn't notice you until you were next to him.

"What the hell is that?" you ask, peeking past his shoulder at a smoking lump of something that was not smelling great.

Tom jumps with a yelp, then brandishes the spatula at you.

"Don't do that."

"Good morning to you too," you laugh. "What is that?"

"…not a pancake?" he winces.

"Dump it, you poor boy, and let me show you how it's done."

Tom lifts the pan, takes it to the trash can, and flips it over. The lump remains stuck to it. You use your hand to hide your smile as he curses and scrapes it out with the spatula.

"Not a fucking word," he warns playfully as he returns to the stove.

"About what?" you wink, reaching for the pancake mix.

You walk him through it. Starting with the batter, which was both watery and lumpy. And properly greasing the pan. You reach for his wrist when he goes to flip the pancake before it's ready. "You've gotta wait for it to bubble," you tell him. He stares at the pan, and when you give him the go-ahead, he carefully slides the too-narrow spatula beneath the circle of flour, lifts it, twists his wrist, and slaps it back into the pan with a triumphant grin. He did it. He really did it. Tom Grant has made half of a respectable pancake.

You'll have to buy him a better spatula before you leave, you think to yourself… before the dread settles in your chest again. You'd probably hear from the mechanic today. Your car would probably fixed soon. Then you'd have a massive bill to pay and no reason to stay.

Why do you want to stay?

You shouldn't even be here now. If you hadn't wrecked your car trying to avoid the drunk dumbass in the middle of the road, you'd be back home, riding out your vacation in bed with a tub of ice cream. You might've even gone back to work early, just for something to do.

But instead, you're here, with a sweet guy who just had his heart broken, making pancakes in his tiny kitchen.

"What?" he asks, giving you a strange look.

"Nothing," you snap out of it. "Good job on your first decent pancake."

You supervise one more, to make sure he's got the hang of it, and then go get dressed. Nothing to do today, but you'd feel like a bum just sitting here in your PJs while Tom had to work.

Tom waits until you sit at the table, and proudly places his stack of slightly misshapen pancakes in front of you. He serves you first, just like yesterday. You both douse your pancakes in butter and syrup… and then hesitate.

"Ladies first," Tom grins. What a gentleman.

"You're the one who made them. Shouldn't you get the honor?"

He scrunches his nose. "Same time?"

"Coward," you snicker, picking up your fork. You each ready a bite, and Tom gives a countdown.

"Three, two, one… do it."

You take your bites at the same time. You chew thoughtfully, like you're a judge on a cooking show. "Hm."

"Hm?" Tom asks, eyes wide.

"I'm detecting… hints of butter? Flour?" Tom relaxes, realizing that you're only playing with him. "The syrup is quite cheap, and obviously not real maple. Pity. Docking points for that."

"You bought it," Tom reminds you before shoving another bite in his mouth.

"Damn," you pretend to look crushed, then go in for another bite. "They're really good, Tom. Better than yesterday's, I think."

He beams.

"What are you going to do today?" he asks through a mouthful.

You shrug.

"D'you want a job?"

"What kind of job?" you ask hesitantly.

"Just for today. Doug will probably call and at least give us an idea of what's wrong with your car, so I'm not lookin' to hook you up with anything long-term."

You swallow and try to hide your disappointment. Why the hell are you disappointed?

"Sure," you fake a smile. "What is it?"

"I take my neighbor grocery shopping every Monday. I thought if you went with her, I could work through the morning and maybe get off a little early so we can hang out tonight."

You smile, and Tom continues. "Her name's April, she's in her 80s, and she's very sweet. I think you'll like her. She does tend to wander off sometimes though, so you need to keep an eye on her. And her eyesight's not so good, so sometimes she needs help finding stuff or reading labels. Is that alright?"

"Of course," you nod. "I can't wait to meet her."

And so you spent the better part of the morning grocery shopping with an elderly lady you'd just met. Tom had introduced you as his friend, proposed your joint shopping trip, and she'd agreed happily. He'd left you to get to know each other while he brought one of the caravan park's vehicles down to you so April wouldn't have to walk far. He'd advised you not to hit anyone with the car when he handed you the keys, which earned him a smack on the shoulder. He walked away cackling.

April directed you into town to her favorite supermarket, and talked the whole way. She spoke very highly of Tom. You suspected that he might be her best friend too. She told you about the husband who'd passed 22 years ago, and her children, and her grandchildren who sometimes came to see her during the summer. It's why she'd chosen to retire at Sleepy Sunrise - so that visiting her would feel like a vacation, and not an obligation.

You took your time shopping, helping April read labels and find things on her list. You picked up a few easy meals for Tom, too. You figured you'd be gone in a day or two, but he could still use something other than spaghetti and cereal on his sad little menu. You also found a nice spatula, which would make his pancake-flipping easier.

When you returned to the caravan park, you helped April put her groceries away, dropped your things at Tom's, then drove the car back to the office to surrender the keys, as instructed.

Which is where you ran into Shirley.

You'd met her once, when you were here with Jade last spring. She was an odd woman. Eyes like a cat. Always calculating. Might pounce at any moment. The kind of person you'd go out of your way to avoid.

"Hello, just returning your keys from April's grocery run, thank you for letting us use the car." You placed the keys on the counter in front of her and returned to the door quickly, hoping you could slip back out before she suckered you into a conversation. But you were here, in Hell, so of course you weren't that lucky.

"You're with Tom." You stopped and turned to her with what you hoped was a neutral expression and not one of desperately wishing you were dead.

"Yes, ma'am. Just for a few days."

"You were with Jade last time."

You nodded, feeling your throat go dry.

"How's that happen?"

You froze, having no idea what to say. How does what happen? How did Jade break your heart? How did Ruth break Tom's? How did you two wind up together, even though you're not actually together?

While your brain was whirring, the phone rang. Shirley's eyes narrowed further, but she answered it. You gave her an apologetic smile and an awkward wave as you ducked out the door, as if you wanted to give her privacy, and then walked back to Tom's van as quickly as you could. You didn't dare look back.

That panicky feeling didn't subside until you were back at Tom's, where he was eating a bowl of cereal at the table.

"You know I just bought real food, right?" you smile as you sit across from him.

"This is fine," he crunches. "Everything go alright?"

You nod. "April said she's gonna take a nap, and that I should come back around three to start helping her make dinner. She wants us both over tonight." Tom nods and keeps eating.

"Do you get paid for taking her to the store every week?"

Tom shakes his head. "She pays me in Monday Dinner. Shirley lets me use the car because… well, it means she doesn't have to take her."

"How considerate of her," you deadpan.

"I like doing it," Tom shrugs. "I'd do it even if I didn't get a meal out of it.

"I know you would," you smile.

He drains the milk from his bowl and takes it to the sink.

"I've gotta get back. Don't wash that, I'll do it when I get home."

"Yes, dear," you say sarcastically.

He shoots you a playful glare, then steps through the beaded curtains to return to work. You wash his bowl, put away the groceries, and decide to take a nap of your own while you're waiting to go help April with dinner.

The water was rising.

It was rising out of the sea and swallowing the caravan park.

It was up to your knees.

You were going to die here. Why didn't you get out when you had the chance?

"Come on, dove."

You looked to your left and saw Jade extending a hand from a rooftop.

"Come to me."

You reached for her hand, then heard a cry from your right.

Tom was drowning.

Tom, the man who'd rescued you when you had no one else, who'd turned the most awful situation into a wonderfully unexpected friendship, was thrashing about in the waves.

What the hell were you supposed to do?

You looked to Jade.

Whose tongue was down a redhead's throat.

You turned toward Tom, scanning for him among the crashing waves.

But he was gone.

"Tom!" you called.

You woke with a pounding heart and his name on your tongue.

You look at the clock - 2:47 - and decide to lie there for a bit and catch your breath.

Thinking about the dream makes you feel sick.

At 2:50, you get out of bed, freshen up, and walk next door, desperate to leave your nightmares behind.

Cooking with April was a welcome distraction. She talked nonstop, happy to have someone new to tell stories to, and you happily listened. She told you about all the dishes her husband used to love, which she hadn't had a reason to make for years, until Tom. Cooking for one is no fun, she said. She'd love to have him over every night, but she knew that young men don't really want to pal around with old ladies, so she limits herself to Monday nights and holidays.

You didn't doubt that Tom would've come over every night, even just to keep her company, if she asked him to.

He knocked on the door at 5:14.

"Do I smell pasties?" he asks when he steps into the kitchen.

"I had to teach my new friend how to make proper Cornish food, didn't I?" April smiles from her place at the table, where you'd finally convinced her to take a rest.

"S'pose so. Need any help?"

"Sit," you direct him to the table while you give the skillet of veggies a final stir and turn off the stove. Tom ignores you and begins pulling out the dishes he needs to set the table.

"Here I am, asking you two to be my dinner guests, and you're doing all the work."

"We don't mind," you say in unison, smiling at each other from your places at the counter. You transfer the vegetables to a serving bowl and bring it to the table, where April gives you a sly smile. You feel your face flush, though you'd rather not analyze why. You duck your head and return for the pasties while Tom pours drinks.

You take your seats and hold hands around the table as April blesses the food and her 'sweet young friends'.

"Oh my goodness," you say after your first bite of the pasty you and April had made together. "This is the best thing I have ever eaten."

"They're Tommy's favorites too," April says affectionately. His ears go red. What the hell is going on here?

"How was work today, dearie?" she asks. Grateful for the subject change, you listen closely as Tom launches into the story of his thrilling day in maintenance. Then you and April take turns filling him in on your journey to the supermarket. Although you'd just met April, and still barely knew Tom, it feels like you've been coming to Monday Dinner with them all your life. Like you belong here. Your heart swells with the realization. Is this what normal people are like?

After April's leftovers are put away and her dishes are washed, courtesy of the dream team, you leave her to wind down for the night with a large print book and a cup of tea.

"Tommy, huh?" you tease after he closes the door of his van.

"Shut it," he grins, ears going pink again.

The two of you settle on the couch and look for a movie. You let Tom man the remote tonight, and he picks yet another dumb comedy with a man-child lead. But you don't mind. You've got a full belly and a nice companion. This isn't even the worst vacation you've ever been on.

"Oh!" You jump at Tom's sudden exclamation. "Doug called the office today. Said he had to order a part for your car, but it should be in Wednesday, and you should be back on the road by Thursday or Friday."

"Great," you said with fake enthusiasm, not feeling great about it at all. You stared blankly at the TV. "I'll be out of your hair soon."

"What if I like you in my hair?"

You hold your breath and slowly angle your head toward him. He's focused on the TV. His ears look like they're about to bleed. You return your gaze to the screen and say nothing. Luckily, you both choose the same moment to fake laugh at something in the movie that was probably supposed to be funny.

The exchange is forgotten by the next commercial break.

And then you start trolling the movie. You take turns supplying fake dialogue and making bad guesses as to what would happen next, and you laugh your asses off. After the end credits roll, you take your time getting ready for bed in the tiny bathroom, then join Tom on his lumpy mattress. It's getting a little less awkward every night.

"I saw them today."

Or so you thought.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?" you asked.

"Ducked into the workshop until they'd had time to pass."

You smiled at the thought of Tom hiding, but you felt queasy at the mention of them.

"We can't avoid them forever, Tom."

"We can try," he says stubbornly.

"If she were here right now," you ask slowly, not sure you really want to know the answer, "What would you say to her?"

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, that's helpful."

He chuckles.

"I'd want to know why, I guess."

You nod your head in understanding. You know why, but hearing it from you won't do him any good.

"What would you say to Jade?"

You think about it for a moment, and finally answer: "Goodbye."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Not 'see you in a few months'?" You reach out with the hand closest to him and smack whatever's in reach, which you think is his hip. He chuckles again. Bastard.

"I can't do this with her anymore."

"Are you really going to end it? Before you leave?"

"I think I have to," you breathe. "Every time, in the miserable week that follows, I tell myself it's the last time. If she doesn't want to keep me this time, I'm not coming back. And it's always a lie. I get one look at her, she gives me one 'I love you', and it all just…" You heave an aggravated sigh. "I'm sick of being weak."

"You're not weak," he says quietly. "You're in love."

"I wish I wasn't."

"So do I."

A mournful moment of silence follows.

"Could you ever forgive her?" you ask.

"No."

"You sound awfully confident for someone who just admitted he's still in love."

"If you love a person, they should be enough. You shouldn't want anyone else."

Your heart grows heavier. Is that why you were never enough for her? She just didn't love you? You can't take much more of this.

"You deserve better, Tom."

"So do you."

You swallow, wondering how you're going to gain the confidence to do what needs to be done, when Tom speaks again.

"What if we did it together? Before we lose our nerve?"

You turn your head to look at him in the orange glow of the lamps shining in from outside. After a moment of thought, and a suspicion that he could read your mind, you give him a smile and a nod. He reaches for your hand above the covers. When you take it, you resume staring at the ceiling.

"We gonna psych each other up over this, or just fucking do it?" you ask.

"Let's just fucking do it."

"Get it over with."

"Get it over with," he echoes.

You both inhale deeply and let out long breaths together. No problem. Just going on a little walk with the guy you almost hit with your car to visit the girls who broke both your hearts and tell them to fuck off forever. No big deal.

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader

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onboardsorasora · 5 months

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❄️Enchanted AU: Christmas Part 20❄️

We're still figuring out the name guys! Enchanted Mondays? idk idk idk

Part 1 | Christmas Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 20

“Hey Mama.” Daniel comfortably laid on his tummy and smiled fondly at his phone while he watched his mother cook. She was baking today, the house probably stunk of vanilla and sugar or the smell of warm bread. He sighed into the crook of his elbow. He was in his bed, Max was off collecting his family from the airport, so Daniel was alone with Sassy and Jimmy for a little while. He’d wanted to use the time to call home.

“Hello my baby, how are you?” Grace’s eyes squinted at him while she smiled. Her identical honey gaze swept over what she could of his face.

“I miss you.” Daniel mumbled, he knew it might be silly. But he missed her terribly. He missed home. He’d never been away like this.

“I miss you too, my love. Has everything been ok?” She eyed him with concern for a moment.

“I just miss home, I think. Max has been great.” He smiled a bit when he thought of Max and Grace raised a brow, catching the miniscule change with laser focus. She hummed a question and Daniel flushed with embarrassment.

“I– stop looking at me like that.” He ducked his head from his mother’s view again, pulling a pillow to rest his chin on. Grace tutted at him before proceeding to flour her countertop and drop a large blob of risen dough on it.

He continued to watch her work, kneading the dough and spreading it with her fingers. He bit his lip and then nibbled his cuticle whole watching her methodically work on her bread. He felt calmed by the purposeful movements.

“I think I like him.” Daniel mumbled, eyes focused on his mother's fingers as she worked olive oil into the flat pan of stretched dough. “But I can't– because like he's helping me. And he doesn't see me like that anyway. And it's fine. It's not going to like affect anything. And I…” he continued to ramble while his mother placed herbs onto her focaccia to look like a small garden.

Grace hummed periodically and let him work through his thoughts, exactly like how it would be if he were at home. He would sit by the breakfast bench and watch her cook while they gossiped or while he told her his problems.

“Are you sure you can't? Does he maybe feel the same?” Grace cut in, she wiped her hands on a tea towel and waited.

Daniel sputtered and eased up into a sitting position, he brought the phone close to his face. “Mama–” he glanced to his closed bedroom door to make sure it was closed and then to Jimmy who was lounging on his other pillow to make sure he wasn't listening to their private conversation. He totally was, Sassy too, but it wasn’t like they could tell anybody.

“Mama no. It-it's not like that.” Daniel stressed and Grace giggled. “I'm already like enough of a burde–”

“Daniel Joseph don't you ever call yourself that again!” Grace's face turned to stone, her eyes narrowed behind her fashionable glasses.

Daniel's mouth snapped closed at her tone and he whined a little. He hated when she was angry with him.

“You are not a burden and I don't want you to think that. Max doesn't think you are a burden either, honey.” She soothed, Daniel bit his lip sullenly. “Besides, if you truly think your presence is such a problem, why haven't you asked for an update on your passport? Hmm?” She grinned cheekily when Daniel sputtered in reply.

“I-I mean I was– I was trusting the process?” His excuse sounded poor even to him, so he said nothing when his mother tutted at him and rolled her eyes.

He watched as she placed her tray in the oven and started to wash up. She hummed to herself and Daniel listened silently, swaying to the song.

Before he knew it, there was noise coming from the living room, which meant that Max was back with everyone. Daniel felt torn, wanting to go outside and see them all but also to stay on the phone with his mother watching her putter around and finish up dinner.

“Mama I have to go.” He said finally, frowning sadly. She smiled and told him she loved him before sending him off.

Daniel opened the bedroom door and watched as the cats darted out excitedly. The noise grew in volume now that the door was open and he heard Luka and Lio cheer in happiness to see Sassy and Jimmy. Daniel made his way into the den of Dutchies and smiled widely, hugging everyone in greeting.

Max watched Daniel carefully, he seemed a bit tired, drawn maybe. “Daniel, is everything alright?” Max asked when Daniel settled back into the kitchen between himself and Sophie. He ignored the quick (and pointed) look Vic gave him.

“Oh! Yeah! Uhm I was on the phone with Mama. I miss her, is all.” Daniel smiled with a shrug and tucked into Sophie's side when she put her arm around his shoulder.

“Max said you decorated for us, it's all so beautiful. Thank you “ Sophie gushed, she understood that sometimes a distraction was the best medicine.

Daniel blushed thinking of all the effort he put in. He was still super proud of himself for the level of magic he was able to produce to clean everything. He'd never cast an enchantment so powerful without a conductor before. But it was all for good, because the aura of the flat was pure, only positive vibrancy remained.

“Thank you.” Daniel bit his lip and smiled. “Are you guys tired? The guest rooms are also all ready.” He offered and Sophie fanned off his concern, she instead went into full mother mode.

Max and Victoria watched from their vantage, Vic leaning over to brush their shoulders. “He'll be ok.” She mumbled and Max nodded.

“So what do you have planned for our first Monaco Christmas?” She teased, snorting a laugh when Max shushed her quickly and quickly checked to see if Daniel had heard. He had already told them in the car not to bring the topic up, but he should have known that Vic would tease him dangerously.

“Daniel wanted to go to the Christmas night market and I was looking up Australian Christmas stuff and we can go to the beach maybe. Oh shoot I forgot to order the pavlova.”

“What's a pavlova?” Vic's brow furrowed. Daniel leaned back from whatever he and Sophie were focused on.

“It's– uhm, like a cake made of meringue. With like fruits and stuff on top” Daniel explained with wide eyes. “We don't– we don't have to. It's fine– really.”

“No, it's your first Christmas away from home. We should incorporate some of your traditions from home too.” Sophie shushed and Daniel blinked watery brown eyes and nodded. He didn't offer up any further opposition.

Max went to go sit with the boys, while they played with their toys under Sassy’s supervision. Luka was colouring quietly and Lio was driving a toy car around a track shaped like the outline of Jimmy flopped on his side, complete with engine noises.

“Are you guys ready for Christmas?” Max asked, stroking Jimmy who swiped his tail to change the ‘track’ that Lio’s car drove on.

“Yeah we already got our first gift!” Luka said, not looking up from his coloring. Max knew he was talking about the early present that Sinterklaas left them at the start of the month.

“Oh yeah? What was it?” Max looked between the two boys.

“A sister! She's in Mommy's belly.” Lio piped up and Max's eyes widened comically before his head whipped to his sister and brother in law who sat talking quietly by the kitchen.

“Vic?! You're pregnant?” Max scrambled up, calling out in Dutch. Sophie looked up with a smile and Vic nodded happily. Max scooped her up in a tight hug. Daniel watched with wide eyes, he looked to Sophie while Max and Victoria babbled excitedly to each other. Max was almost crying with happiness, his face scrunched so achingly tender and adoring. And Daniel staunchly ignored any little feeling in his chest that this all created.

Sophie laughed happily and repeated the good news for Daniel's benefit. His mouth dropped open in surprise and he hugged Sophie before going to hug and congratulate Tom and Vic. Max was watching his sister with awe in his eyes and he clung to her happily.

Part 21

#🥰🥰🥰🥰#I think the Christmas chapter will actually land ON Christmas. I'm amazing #max/daniel #maxiel #enchanted au #enchanted au: christmas #disney princess dan

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hybeboyenthusisast · 1 year

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Surprise! Happy Birthday, I love you!

BIRTHDAY PARTY PLANNER EXTRAORDINAIRE BEOMGYU, AT YOUR SERVICE.

THIS WAS WRITTEN TO CELEBRATE @ashxxkook ‘s BIRTHDAY YAYYYY I’m 3 days late though, oops! Happy birthday Ash, I adore you, and hope this next year is your best one yet! Cheers to another year older, probably wiser, and just as much fun!

Beomgyu has made special (not so secret) plans for your birthday! Your goofball boyfriend sucks at keeping secrets, but he’s good at distracting you. For you, his love, the best birthday celebration awaits.

boyfriend!beomgyu x afab!girlfriend!reader

rated 18+ for sexual suggestions, probably language too???

warnings: umm i dont think there are any, just gyu being the sweetest.

wc:2.1k

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There are plenty of things Beomgyu loves, but at the top of his list, stands you. Further down this list is parties, and further up is making you happy. I'm sure you can see where this is going. Beomgyu was planning you a birthday party! A total surprise, of course, so he can laugh when you shriek in fear at the sudden yelling in your face. He genuinely believed he was doing a good job keeping your surprise party a secret-- too bad the poor guy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. What was probably meant to be a hushed conversation over the phone with someone else, was actually loud enough to be overheard by you one day when you came home early from work.

You weren’t gonna take the fun from Beomgyu, especially as he had been even smilier and happier than normal as he excitedly counted down the days until your birthday. You did your best to not overhear any more conversations Beomgyu had regarding your birthday party, as you wanted the surprise to be real. Your boyfriend of 2 years knew you too well, and he would know if you weren’t genuinely surprised at your party. You sure as hell did not want to ruin this for him.

Beomgyu got more and more giddy as the weeks drew closer, and he began disappearing more and being as secretive as he possibly could. Obviously, he didn’t realize you knew him just as well as he knew you; if you hadn’t overheard that one conversation, you would have figured it out anyway. Instead of pulling away from you to keep his plans secret, he was more loving and attentive than normal, easily distracting you with kisses and cuddles. And it worked pretty well, perhaps too well. Who were you to rip Beomgyu’s happiness from him?

The morning of your birthday, Beomgyu had woken up way earlier than normal, so he could cook you your favorite breakfast to eat in bed. The adoring smile on his face as he gently woke you up had you melting, but so did the delicious smell of the food he prepared. A beautiful, yummy, cozy morning in bed with your love was the absolute perfect way to start your birthday, especially since you unfortunately had work to go too.

You and Beomgyu were a mess of giggles, wrapped up in each other's arms, crumbs uncomfortably scratching your bodies as you lay in bed after breakfast. “I don’t wanna go to work,” you pouted, tracing lines along Beomgyu’s arm as you snuggled into his chest.

“I don’t want you to go either, baby. But I promise you’re going to have a wonderful rest of your birthday after work. I have something really special planned for you,” Beomgyu kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer into his body. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew Beomgyu had the biggest smile on his face as he thought about his plans.

You hummed, breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. His smooth skin under your fingertips, the feeling of his hands caressing your skin; he was delicious and you were still hungry. “Maybe I can be late to work today,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, but you knew Beomgyu had heard you. You placed small kisses along his collar bone, hands working their way down his soft stomach..

Beomgyu groaned as he realized what you were trying to do. Well, what you were succeeding in doing. “Baby, you gotta go to work... I’ll fuck you well and good tonight.” A whine left your lips as his words, wanting to have him now, not later. You were certain you could get him to change his mind, especially with the way he was breathing heavily under your touch.

“I want you now, though, Gyu..” You leaned upwards and nibbled on his ear lobe, planting sloppy kisses down his neck. Your hands were gently touching right above where Beomgyu was desperate to be touched, teasing the hell out of him.

Beomgyu dipped his head down to capture your lips with his own, grabbing your wrists and moving to pin them above your head, while rolling the two of you over so he was on top of you. “I have very, very special plans for tonight. Trust me, you want to wait.” And with that, Beomgyu kissed your forehead before rolling off of you and off the bed.

You groaned in response, missing the warmth of his body against yours. You knew Beomgyu was right about you having to go to work, even if you wish he wasn’t. As you got ready for work, doing your morning routine in the bathroom, you could hear Beomgyu not-so-subtly (or quietly) talk with someone on the phone. You did your best not to listen in, not wanting to ruin his surprise, but you did catch a few words here and there. The word “flowers” was tossed around a bit, as well as “lights” and “perfect”. Whatever Beomgyu had planned with these flowers and lights, you were sure it really would be perfect.

Some days at work go by quickly, while others (most of them) seem to go on forever. The days where minutes seem like hours, and every time you check the clock, it’s like time is mocking you. This was your day at work, where time felt as if it stopped, and you would never be free from the shackles of your employment for the day. Of course, time didn’t actually stop, and eventually you found yourself clocking out of work with the biggest smile on your face.

The whole drive home you were absolutely giddy, so excited to spend the rest of your birthday with your boyfriend and whoever else would be around. Given you had no idea what Beomgyu had actually planned, you weren’t sure what to change into when you got home. It didn’t help that when you finally arrived at your apartment, Beomgyu was out, so you couldn’t even ask him in person. You shot him a quick text as you began combing through your closet to find something that would be perfect for something fancy or for something casual. This really limited your options, and you hoped Beomgyu would text back or come home soon to help you.

You had been going through all your clothes, waiting for Beomgyu, for maybe half an hour before he arrived home. Usually, he arrived home from work earlier than you, but you knew he must have been busy with all the final preparations for whatever he had planned.

“Hi baby! I’m ho- oh,” Beomgyu cheerfully greeted you as he entered your shared bedroom, pausing as he saw the absolute chaos you had unleashed. Shirts, pants, dresses, skirts, all different articles of clothing were scattered along the floor and atop the bed, as well as numerous pairs of heels thrown haphazardly throughout the mess. “What happened in here?”

You giggled as Beomgyu delicately stepped throughout the mess, trying not to step on any of your clothes or trip over some heels. When he was close enough to your crouching position in front of the dresser, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, darling. I don’t know what I should wear for your special plans tonight, since you’ve kept everything a secret. I was trying to find the perfect outfit for something fancy or something casual,” you pouted, nuzzling your head into Beomgyu’s thigh as he remained standing.

He patted your head gently, biting his lip to keep from cooing over how cute he found you. “Sorry honey, I should have thought about that. You made such a mess, baby,” Beomgyu tutted at you, ruffling your hair. “Why don’t you let me pick out an outfit for you, and you just relax?”

Sighing in defeat, mostly exhaustion from creating such a mess with your clothes, you moved to begin putting everything back where it goes. “I’ll trust you.. but how are you gonna find anything when everything is.. everywhere?” You giggled at the look on Beomgyu’s face as he thought of how to answer your question.

As you began gathering all the pairs of heels littering the floor, Beomgyu groaned. “This is such a mess...babe, I’m sorry, but we don’t have the time to put everything away neatly.”

You waved your hand in dismissal, “That’s fine, I’ll fold everything tomorrow. I’m so excited to spend my birthday with you, Gyu!” A sweet kiss on the lips and you began pretty much throwing everything either on the closet floor or in the dresser, no organization at all. “Now everything is out of the way, so I’m gonna do my makeup.”

“Hey,” Beomgyu catches you by the waist as you walk past him to go to the bathroom. He gently pulls you backwards into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I love you. Happy birthday, again.” With a kiss on your neck and a slap on your ass, the two of you set out on your tasks.

With your makeup done, heels on, and dressed in Beomgyu’s favorite of your dresses, you felt hot. Beomgyu definitely thought the same thing, with the way his eyes darkened every time he scanned your body and his lingering touches on your thigh while he drove.

You recognized the route as he drove, though you didn’t say anything or ask where you were headed, instead idly chatting with Beomgyu about your day at work and his. Typical conversation stuff, though you knew neither of you particularly cared as much for this conversation as you normally did.

It was when Beomgyu had finally parked the car outside your favorite restaurant, that the incredibly excited man could no longer contain himself. Opening your door for you and pulling you with him to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

The small restaurant was dark when the two of you entered, and immediately you knew what awaited you. “Surprise!” The lights flickered on, and familiar voices shouted at you, each voice’ respective owner popping up from hiding.

Decorated simply with twinkling lights, balloons, and small sparkly streamers, the entire restaurant looked just like a scene from your favorite movie. A grin broke out on your face as you observed the whole scene in front of you.

Your sister, your two closest co-workers, your childhood friend, and Beomgyu’s best friends stood before you, cheesy party hats on and big smiles on their faces. You didn’t really like parties, but Beomgyu certainly did. If this had been a party for him, there would have been way more people, but as it was a party for you, Beomgyu gathered the people you cherished most.

The birthday celebration he had been preparing for weeks was far greater than you could have imagined, with even the smallest details being deliberately and purposefully chosen to suit your tastes. From the food, to the drinks, to the small floral arrangements, everything was well thought out and showed how much work Beomgyu had put into this.

Having rented out the small restaurant for the night, your group was free to do whatever they wanted. The privacy of the party was something you really appreciated, as you’d be so embarrassed and uncomfortable with your large and loud group taking up the majority of the restaurant space while other patrons tried to enjoy their meals.

The majority of the party seemed to be moving as though in fast-forward, as you continued drinking with your friends throughout the night. The laughter, the gifts, and especially the cake, you had enjoyed the party way more than you usually did.

Having said goodnight to the final friends to leave, you and a very sober Beomgyu made your way back to your car.

“Hey,” you poked Beomgyu’s cheek, turning towards him in front of the car. Beomgyu raised his eyebrows in response, humming quietly in response, amused at your tipsy state. “This was the best birthday ever. You put in so much work, and it all turned out amazing. It was perfect. Thank you, Gyu.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, giving him a squeeze.

Beomgyu kissed the top of your head and wrapped his own arms around you, grinning to himself. “The best for the best. I love you so much. Happy birthday, my love.”

Giggling as you pulled away from the embrace, you looked up at your loving boyfriend and stood on your tip toes so you could place your lips on his.

Beomgyu may not be good at keeping secrets or staying quiet, but he was the very best at loving you.

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lunarsilkscreen · 2 months

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Food Wars! - Transforming Furikake Rice

Why did Erina fail Sohma outright, and Why did her Grandfather overturn that ruling?

The show portrays this as simply being "so unfathomably delicious, there was no choice.

...And Erina is just a stuck-up lying b*".

The characters in the show are being portrayed as being chefs with cooking experience equivalent to their character's age. So we must understand that each one has the ability to differentiate exactly how a dish was prepared, and what ingredients were used.

So why did Nakiri fail Yukihira on the spot?

First; we must remember that she went into the test as an agent to fail every potential transfer student with absolutely no way of changing her mind. Second; we must understand that she was so used to tasting some of the best dishes the world has to offer, that her standards may have been too high to proctor this test. That's not her fault; it's a product of her upbringing. And her parents didn't exactly work to help teach her that, just sort of figuring she would learn it herself. (Which she eventually does.)

Third, she literally spent the duration of the test before Yukihira showed up eating dishes that she described as Tasting "like being hit in the head with a jukebox." And "like bathing with a Westland Gorilla". Remember she had been doing this all day, and the students just now arriving also know that their entire career may be over if somebody with her clout cancels them.

And up comes this random a* chef with no clout, the first person to not recognize her in as long as she can remember. And what she feels is pity; she's worried for *him* because she's probably ruined many chef's careers and family owned diners and businesses.

She's probably seen it happen. What she doesn't want; is to keep doing that. But her she is; forced to protect her image and Tohtski Academy's image. And she has no choice but to ruin this man's whole career.

Poor guy.

And after all that, he prepared a rudimentary dish of Scrambled Eggs over Rice. He could've taken all the time in the world, and prepared *any* dish he wanted. *PLUS* IT'S NOT EVEN MORNING. WHO MAKES BREAKFAST THIS LATE IN THE DAY!?

To her; he wasn't even taking the entrance exam seriously. This demeanor told her what she needed to know; if he can't muster up enough enthusiasm to take *this* seriously, why would he take an education at Tohtski seriously?

And then she tasted his dish after being stuck in that negative mindset, and the dish Yukihira assaulted her senses exactly like the aforementioned dishes. But with that "Yukihira Signature Flair".

There wasn't even time for her to take in the smells of the food being prepared; he was so fast at preparing this dish, she didn't even see the amount of work he had put into it.

It takes gelatin 2-4 hours to set. This a*h* prepared a flavorful bone broth and turned it into jello in less than 30 minutes? As far as she knew; he pulled some random shit out of his back pocket.

In her mind; this was a defense mechanism. There's literally*NO WAY* that she knew of to prepare such a flavorful dish in such a short period of time. ESPECIALLY NOT A UMAMI SAVORY GELATO FROM SCRATCH.

He must've cheated. There's no other way. It was good, but this kid's demeanor, the time spent, everything didn't quite add up in a way that, even her experience could understand.

Remember; she literally knows thousands of dishes and preparation methods she had been training since she was born. AND THIS F* DID SOMETHING SO FAR OFF-META SHE COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS HAPPENING.

He did cheat; by the way. But in a legal way. This is why Erina's Grandfather was watching the test take place. Just for something, anything that she could have overlooked.

Her grading and analysis were spot on by ANY STANDARD SHE OR THE ACADEMY KNEW OF.

But her Grandfather was watching Soma from behind, and watched exactly what he did and how he prepared everything. And seeing that, he tasted the dish and understood two things;

Why Erina failed him, AND why Soma deserved entry into Tohtski Academy.

The dish literally defied logic.

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