#can you hear the snark bc yes

[honeybeefae]

can i request a newly mated highlord!rhys x highlady!reader fic with them going to the illyrian camps bc they have business to take care of, they still don’t like rhysand bc of his fae side and while walking through the camps she hears some illyrians insult him. Since they’re newly-mated reader can’t stop herself from destroying them. PROTECTIVE READER😍😍😍

um yes 100% this is AWESOME.

Touched Nerves (Rhysand x Reader)

The sound of men grunting and rain pouring was the only greeting you got as you strolled through the camps with your mate, the High Lord of the Night Court.

Now that you were an official High Lady you saw it as your duty to go along to these meetings with Rhys even if he insisted you stayed home. He had been nervous the week leading up, knowing how brute Illyrian men were and how new the bond still was.

Rhysand had told you he was worried that he would end up slitting someone's throat if they even dared to look in your direction but no one could have predicted you'd be the one who was hot-tempered.

"There's the High Lord," A sarcastic male voice chortled as you passed them by, your mate more focused on his conversation with the generals than whatever anyone was saying. You, however, were all ears. "Walking with his newest lay. Did you hear he made her High Lady?

"It's cause Rhysand is too much of a bitch to rule himself." Another male snarked, missing your glare as you glanced at them. "I'm sure she rules over him in the court and bedroom. He always was one to hide behind his mother's skirts."

Your fists clenched in anger as you tried to control yourself. You were always protective of Rhysand's reputation, hating that people didn't know the real him, but with this mating bond, it seemed that that protectiveness had grown tenfold.

"His mother, his sister, and now his mate too. He ain't no real Illyrian." The first one sneered. "He's nothing but a trait-"

You had the Illyrian male in your grasp before he could finish his sentence, your nails digging into the skin of his neck as he desperately clawed at your hand.

"He is everything you wish you were. He's got more Illyrian fight and blood in him than you have in your toes." You emphasized as you dug your heel down into his foot, a sadistic side of you enjoying the way he whimpered and wriggled. "You'll be good to remember that next time you come face to face with someone who could easily wipe you off the face of the Earth, someone like me."

Your nails dug further into his neck and the animalistic side of you wanted to rip out his larynx for even daring to speak ill of your mate. The two men beside him watched on in horror and awe as you easily lifted the mail into the air.

"I suggest you find your dignity that is now in the dirt and apologize to your High Lord, to your leader." You said before throwing him backward, straightening your spine and brushing off your clothes. "Now."

A rush of cool night air blew next to you and you immediately relaxed when you looked to see Rhys smirking, his eyes dancing with amusement as he took in the scene before him.

"Well," Rhys waved a hand to the man, cocking an eyebrow. "I'm waiting."

"I'm-" The man began, red blood marred all over his neck as if he had just been mauled. "I'm sorry, High Lord." He said through gritted teeth, his stare colder than death as he turned and took off into the sky.

The other men followed but not before sending nasty looks your way, one of them mumbling something under their breath. You took a step forward as if to follow but stopped when you felt Rhys's hand wrap around your wrist.

"Shhh, darling. It's alright. Let them go." He murmured into your ear, pulling you close to wrap his arms around your midriff. "You protected my honor courageously. I would hate for you to stew in this."

"But they were rude to you, rude to me as if you had done nothing for them." You argued, turning to face him with a pouted lip. "I just wanted to protect your name. I don't like it when other people speak of you like they know you. Like they know what you've been through."

"I care what no one thinks but you." He assured, tilting your head up so that he could gaze adoringly into your eyes. "You are all I care about, darling. No one else."

You blushed and he smiled, kissing your forehead softly before turning to start back down the path. He held his hand in yours, keeping your body close, as he snickered and said, "Though it was nice to see you kick his ass."

[eddiesguitarpic]

the eddie and cheerleader concept u posted is giving me maddy perez typa beat. she’d slam a girl’s head against the wall after hearing her call him a freak and be like ‘sorry I didn’t hear you bitch, what?!’ bc same. I’d break bones for eddie

oh totally! she's soo protective and we love her <3

warnings: bullying, violence, food, threats

part two

Ever since you and Eddie started dating, people knew not to mess with him. Too many ignorant souls had crossed you, and never again.

But every once in awhile, someone got brave.

You normally sat with Eddie during lunch, but being apart of the cheer squad mean you occasionally had to grace them with your presence, even though it was the last thing you wanted.

All you could think about was him. His smile, his pretty doe eyes.. His chiseled jaw, the way it clenches when he's mad. His perfect nose, how it curves and brushes against your clit-

"Y/n!" Stacy snaps her fingers in your face. "Pay attention."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead plastering on a fake, overly cheerful smile as you tune-in to their conversation.

"What's got you so distracted?" Chrissy questions from your side, her tone gentle and kind. She was one of the ones you actually liked.

"I know, it's Eddie." Jamie teases playfully.

"Ugh, him? I don't know what you see in that freak." One of the newer cheerleaders, Amelia, snarks.

"Excuse me?" Your smile drops, any semblance of kindness that once resided in your body now long gone.

She chuckles nervously. "I mean.. he is like.. a Satanist, you know that, right?"

You're up and out of your seat in seconds, circling the table to grab a fistful of her blonde hair, ignoring the collective gasps from her and the other cheerleaders as you lean in close.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, bitch. Mind repeating that?" You hiss lowly in her ear.

"I said, he's a-"

Her face is smashed in her lunch before she can utter that word, mashed potato's and steamed green-beans smeared across her face when you pull her back up.

"Don't you ever speak about my boyfriend like that." You grit.

"Let me go!" She cries, struggling against your grip.

"Do you understand?" You tug harder.

"Yes! Fuck- I-I understand!" She whimpers.

"Good." You sigh. "Because if you do, I will fucking kill you."

[bazthefirstborn]

SUB NANAMI FIC !!!!!

yes hello today I am here in accordance to the (respectful) demands of @saelipse to write a sub nanami fic <333333 ty for the ideas sae :)

househusband nanami bc yeah

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banner: it's u/cutieheaders :D

MDNI READ AT YOUR OWN RISK <3

tags: sub nanami, (obviously) dom reader, a lot of plot before the smut (I wanted to make it fluffy too hehehe)

Nanami was tired. Tired of working in a field that he didn't get joy out of, and tired of working overtime time and time again. That's when you came along. Your presence was refreshing. You weren't overly polite because he was in a position of power, but you weren't at all deterred by his work. You supported him through all of his trials and tribulations, and for that, he was immensely thankful.

So, naturally, when he brought up the idea of retiring, you were all for it.

"I'm so happy I get to have a little househusband to come home to." You purred, making Nanami shiver. Even though you both had made jokes about him staying at home, he knew it would be better for both of you.

Fast forward a few months, you and Nanami have settled into a good routine, considering your rather grueling schedule. There was one important thing you had recently had to factor into your home time with Nanami. Overtime. The dreaded "O word" was like a swear in your house.

You had worked overtime every day this week, and it was finally Friday, and you had already taken the next week off to make it up to Nanami. You had a plan to propose to him that weekend, so you were uncharacteristically nervous when you got home. Nanami had been packing your suitcases for the trip, so when you got home, you could leave. You drove the 40-minute commute home, and, the second you got home, you were bombarded by a very affectionate (and beet red in the face) Nanami.

"Well hello to you too, darling." You said, laughing and shaking him off. "What's got you so worked up tonight?"

"Just missed you is all." He grumbled quietly, burying his head in your neck. "You've been working late all week. We've hardly spent any time together."

You kissed his head before replying, "I know love, I'm so sorry. I hate working late just as much as you do." He let go of you, and put his forehead against yours.

"No more work this weekend."

"Promise?"

"I promise, my love. Pinky promise."

So, here we are now. A small cabin in Yuzawa, with a little private hot spring for the two of you. It was luxurious, but simple enough for Nanami to feel less guilty about spending your money.

"I could have helped pay for this, you know." He said, clearly grumpy.

"I know, but this is a treat for you too, baby. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you." You replied, pulling him into a quick hug.

"Yeah, yeah, you love me, yadda yadda yadda, it's fucking cold. Can we go in now?" He snarked, ducking out of your hug.

"Damn. Touchy, touchy. What did I do you, Kento? Did I love on you too hard?" You said lightheartedly, giggling at his face.

"Whatever. Can we go inside please? I'm actually freezing out here."

"Of course, love. Let the vacation begin!"

Fast forward to that night, you two were watching a movie on the couch, with Nanami sitting in between your legs. He had been touchy all day, sitting on your lap, kissing you all over, and touching you a lot more than usual. So, when you suggested a movie, he was quick to oblige and sit so he was practically on top of you, with your chin on his shoulder.

About 30 minutes into the movie, he began to shift around in his seat. Since he was in your lap, you noticed pretty much immediately. At first, it was a little twitch, then it became... more. By the time the credits were rolling, he was grinding his ass on your cock.

"Kento?"

He gulped, breathing heavily. "Yes Y/N?"

You smirked, before playing dumb, "Are you feeling okay? Do you need something?"

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Nanami could practically hear the shit-eating grin in your voice. Fuck. I hoped they wouldn't notice.

"No... I want..."

"What baby? Use your words." You said. turning him to face you. Now that you could see his face, he was flushed and his pupils were dilated. Following his eyes to his crotch, you could see a very evident tent in his pants. You smirked and grabbed his chin to force him to look at you. He whimpered. "You want what, love? You know I only accept verbal answers." You smiled, and cupped his bulge with your hand. He moaned, loud and needy.

"Fuck- I need- Anh! I need you Y/N! Please!"

"You have me. I'm right here." You said, teasing him.

"I nee- shit- I need your cock sir! I need it! Please! I've been so good all week!"

How could you deny him when he asks so nicely?

"Of course, my good boy. This is your reward, after all."

end note: to be continued lolz

IM SORRY ILL HAVE THE FILTHY PART OUT SOON

[lunawish]

✨ general portrayal notes for god's favourite princess and the most interesting girl ✨

in act i, she'll behave mostly like her early access self aka all the snark, all the sass, the brusqueness, and the dark humor. the released version dialed it down and whilst i do adore her in the released version, i love her early edge a lot more.

generally "good" aligned play through. i put good in quotes because sometimes you don't intentionally save the grove, sometimes it's just a byproduct of a selfish need for knowledge on how to get the damn tadpole outta your brain. i am also more than willing to explore "evil" playthrough dynamics (again, it's in quotes bc sometimes you don't slaughter the grove ... the grove slaughters itself bc kagha psionically tells people that you attacked her for idk executing a child???)

act i and early- act ii can be summed up by the words cognitive dissonance

i am much more partial towards her exile path versus her dark justiciar path — which means she frees aylin from the soul cage, defies shar, has a mental breakdown hair cut etc

i lean towards the theory of her hair being white after the shadowfell as a result of the pain and torture she endured. so in short : marie antoinette syndrome.

that being said, if i were to play her as dark justiciar the ending is still going to be her betraying shar. she'll free her parents and take them far away from the cities. it's due to personal discomfort that i can't fully commit to the route of her becoming mother superior.

i understand her canonical model and general consensus is that she's a white woman. however, on this blog she's portrayed as mixed race ( white and asian - wasian ) if a modern verse should arise. that being said, this will influence how i adapt her post-game and her finding her roots as a person.

my preferred ending is her saving her parents and then moving into a cottage. i don't believe the curse is entirely incurable and it'll bind her and her parents' fate to shar forever even into the afterlife but that'll be a whole post on its own because forgotten realms lore is messy.

though i also do very much adore the moonbathed adventurer ending as well! that's something i like more if she was romantically (or ever queerplatonically) involved with someone just so she's not lonely on the road.

also on the topic of religiosity: her powers are blessed by selune, yes. she's a "moonbathed" cleric, yes. but she's not gonna be a devout selunite. at least not for a while. for my default portrayal, in early act iii she will begin to dip into a few levels of ranger as she still understands the importance of her being the group's healer and because she needs to adapt to using a bow more frequently than she has in the past. after defeating the netherbrain she will fully transition into the ranger class, taking up the subclass of gloomstalker which allows her to use the skills she's learned as a sharran and reclaim them for herself.

introspection. so much introspection. she's having a crisis of faith every goddamn minute but she's trying to talk herself outta that crisis as well. so her internal dialogue is a whole mess (what it means is if i write you six paragraphs of her thoughts it's fine if you don't match length in fact if it's not natural for you to please don't ahaha)

body dysmorphia. it'll be a common topic relating to her whether about her wound/curse or her in act 3 about her scars, her body, her feeling unclean etc. plus, due to a lack of a coherent identity (her memories being literal chop suey at this point), she has a messy relationship with gender that she can't quite articulate but know it's There.

i'll be treating her like she's never had sex or kissed before because she's voluntarily wiped her memories, so she's gonna be a little cautious and nervous about it. the innuendos and sly remarks you hear her make is a front to keep the vulnerability of her lack of experience behind a hidden achievement (plus the body remembers traumas!).

there will be flareups where she isn't crying out or is noticeable to others. this is inspired by the fact in her origin, she doesn't always cry out and her companions don't notice her in pain. the moments where her wound flares and others know mean 1) it's excruciating and/or 2) she trusts the other person enough to express herself.

[incarnateirony]

Ah, good morning world. So now that fandom has had a bit of a wake-up about 2p0 and his violent sources and their real motivations,

While I say everything on his blog is as dumb and wrong as it gets, finally in all of this, he said one true thing people should listen to: People can lie about M&Gs. Easily. Especially people with biases, such as the regulars he uses for sources. All the time.

All Pat ever HAS is M&Gs. It's his whole schtick. Him unironically admitting they can be lied about and manipulated is the only true thing he has ever said, because it's all he and they do.

A huge section of Profound Bond fell for this child fucker's nonsense. They've let him rot dialogue, try to control people using their basic eyeballs on The Winchesters, stomped down people observing what the show is doing to try to save his throne, and it's not gonna work.

I can tell you right now. I didn't lie about the M&G and on site, 2p0's sources didn't either, because they were raging about it. They snarked sarcastically back about questions. They asked to try to identify who the girl was that knew the song, or asked the question, and then the threats started, then they're going "how do people know what was said?" because your drunk asses (already a CE violation) were ranting in the lobby about cutting people.

It's time to pay real, real close attention to 2p0. His actual patterns. His actual agendas. Not just what he says or claims, but what he does and who he engages with for what purpose.

That nonnie "well he can be out there but I prefer your (pat) level-headed-" fuck your comfortable civility culture. The truth is the truth, what about that are you jackasses not getting? No rebel ever accomplished anything by making sure to keep their voice down and saying yes maam yes sir, I'll eat and consider your bullshit.

It's bullshit. You guys know it's bullshit. It was convenient to attach to, to continue to nurse rather than address your own trauma like this show is designed to even walk you through. And people latched on. And now you're realizing it's bullshit and going WELL HE'S MEAN.

No, I'm fuckin mad. Because this fandom is liable for dragging queer creatives, representation movements and more all in its own petty personal wants, and they don't fucking like hearing that. But we're in new Orleans. Get your shit together and learn how we do, here.

half the sunday crowd is a hair's breadth from getting blackballed as a start. I take after my big bro, alright. the one you deny exists, because you think reality can work like that.

2p0 has been lying and controlling PB's narrative for years manipulating M&Gs, occasionally scrambling to look like he has actual sources by pulling ancient scripts. He denied the market testing, berens intent, the confession, the roadhouse, the omissions, and the winchesters pilot script itself along with the direction the show itself is shaped into. He denied it all. bc of his super itk M&Gs he reads badly.

Look past finding crumbs of old scripts he buys. Look how his sources failed him repeatedly on The Winchesters, even on payroll, even if he waves her around a LOT. Remember my warnings about low grade coffee runners not knowing their place like Manchin and the market testing. See the entire little clout game they're playing.

It's a bubble for wincels and bronlies and multishippers to try to pretend this is gonna be another decade they can pretend shit is relative in rather than like, a season. It's talking and being loud and turning you against your content and faves. That's why it's this cobbling of wincels and samstielers and salty megstielers all sticking on an I Ship Destiel pin to fuck around in PB. Like, Quickreaver? Are you guys fucking insane?

You wanna know why servers like mine exist to house PB refugees? It's this insufferable rot. Hundreds of people just wanting the fuck away from the fake noise and hysteria these people intentionally inspire that clutters up and makes your server just outright unenjoyable. The amount of people that outright blame 2p0 for chasing them out because he won't let them have eyes and watch the show is astounding.

Pay. Attention. All he's ever had is M&Gs. Stop trusting this incestuous son of a bitch with whispers from a god awful, physical harm threatening, j2 tinhatted friend ring and y'all been letting him and these people yank your chain for years because they're salty it isn't their ship, literally. Look at 2p0's post that like. Fic Must Be Appropriately Only Subtextual, As I Enjoy Platonic Friendships, But I Ship Destiel. Let Me Dogwhistle By Manipulating Queerplat Terms.

All that asshole ever does. Pay. attention. The one time he has ever told the truth is that people can lie during M&Gs, and that's his entire grifting fandom career.

His pet spnscripthunt project others sold out to work him with has one script left, so fire away, fire away dude. From here anyone is as fair game as the next there too, and well, your wiki script source seems to have an 8 month concept delay and frankly, the fandom isn't gonna need the scripts for the near future so whatever dude.

Fandom's realizing your M&Gs are years of nonsense, your script queue old is empty and new is just you playing games with shit they coulda enjoyed back in February, lmfao fuck off. Anyway people can enjoy my film hunt tags framing out the episodes or flights in for the guys if they want.

[canarymemories]

passing papers

rating: general audiences archive warning: no archive warnings apply relationship: sena izumi/tsukinaga leo additional tags: pre-canon, set during their first year, pining, but like the very early stages of pining, fluff, do u ever think about first year izuleo bc i do :) words: 1,399 published: 2023-03-14

summary: or the first time leo writes him a song.

here on ao3

tsukinaga leo is weird. this is something izumi learns early on.

they haven’t known each other for long — what had started as begrudgingly accepted voice lessons turned into leo seeking him out during any break during the school day to talk about some masterpiece he’d written on his assignment or an exam paper just for it to be returned with a bright red zero on it — yet leo’s slid into his life so easily that izumi isn’t sure what to make of it. 

he’s not used to people who aren’t put off by his attitude much less used to ones that consider him a friend. most simply turn away and leave when izumi snarks at them, but that seems like it’s only drawn leo in closer. so yes, in short, leo is weird.

or maybe izumi is the weird one for not minding leo’s presence all that much, but in his defense, it’s nice to have someone else who’s also serious about the whole idol thing. especially in a place like yumenosaki where most of the student body is content to skip class, spending their time loitering around, driven by nothing in particular, instead creating messes in the practice rooms or other areas on campus that they claim as their own.

still, none of that prepares izumi for leo to present him with a thin stack of papers, music notes strewn across them, in the abandoned classroom that once was only izumi’s space. “for you,” he says with a needless bit of flourish once izumi takes them.

he can help but stare at the papers. he’s never been gifted music before.

everything izumi’s parents had gifted him throughout the years, toys and clothes and books and whatever else a kid would want, nothing they’d given him had ever made him feel much of anything. none of it had ever truly felt genuine to him, even as a child. yet, these papers, scribbled on and slightly crinkled at the edges, make something inside of him flutter.

leo looks expectant in front of him, eyes shining bright just as they had that morning when he’d ambushed izumi at the shoe lockers with the promise of a surprise. “so,” he says, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “what do you think?”

“you wrote it for me?” izumi asks despite knowing the answer. they may not have known each other long, but it would be hard for him to not see how much music and composing means for leo.

“mmhm!” leo leans forward into his space, peering down at the notes from overhead. when he looks up at izumi again, he grins. “you’re my muse, y’know? you’re just so pretty that whenever i look at you, all sorts of music starts in my head.” leo spins away from him as if dancing to a silent song that only he can hear. that seems to be the case as a triumphant little laugh bubbles from him, hand coming up to write in the air.

izumi’s breath catches in his throat. “oh.” as much as he might call leo an idiot, izumi knows full well that he’s a genius when it comes to music. and now he’s written him a whole song and called izumi his muse.

if izumi wasn’t unsure what to do about this all before, then he certainly has no idea now.

leo returns to stand in front of him once more when their eyes meet. “well, do you like it?” he shakes izumi’s hands. “tell me, sena, tell me! i’ll die from the suspense if you don’t tell me now.”

he rolls his eyes, pulling his hands from leo’s. “don’t be so dramatic.” leo pouts.

izumi looks back at the music, notes hastily written, an idea needing to be put to paper before it would be forgotten. even with his years in ballet and time spent with leo who finds sheet music as easy as breathing, who can fix izumi’s pitch by ear alone, izumi still can’t quite hear the right notes in his head. “play it for me and then i’ll tell you what i think.”

leo looks pleased enough with that response. “let’s go then!” 

he doesn’t get a chance to ask where they’re going as leo grabs his hand, pulling him out the door and down the hall, leaving their classroom behind in favor of heading in the direction of the practice rooms. he doesn’t bother telling leo to not run when pulling him along; izumi knows from experience that he simply won’t listen. who knew someone so small could pull so hard.

finding the first practice room that’s not littered with people skipping out on unit practice or other responsibilities, leo steps in and leads the two of them to the piano that’s set off to the side of the room.

“sit with me,” leo says, dropping izumi’s hand to pull out the bench. 

seeing no reason not to, izumi sits next to him. the bench isn’t exactly meant for two people, so their legs touch, pressing against one another as leo moves. the papers find their way to the stand in front of them.

just as every time leo comes into contact with an instrument, his demeanor shifts. while he’s still just as energetic and noisy at times, it’s more subdued as he focuses on playing whatever it is to his heart’s content. izumi’s seen it plenty of times by this point; the way leo brightens whenever he gets inspiration from the most random of things, how animated he gets when composing even if it’s on the wall or floor.

it’s admirable, izumi thinks, if not a little endearing.

leo’s hands move to rest on the keys, silently counting himself in if the vague bob of his head means anything. and with that, he begins.

within only the first few notes, izumi thinks it’s beautiful. it’s a ballad, slow moving as leo’s fingers press the keys with practiced ease. the melody sounds inquisitive as if searching for something, embarking on a self guided journey. the bass line meets it occasionally, supporting it in an obvious harmony, before they break apart once more, a promise to meet again the longer the song continues.

there’s something about it, izumi isn’t quite sure what, that reminds him of spring, of a gradual rebirth and the calm it brings with it. 

the steady give and take leads to a crescendo, music swelling and leo moves along with it, their arms brushing briefly as he plays. then, for a measure or two, there’s silence as he rests before the notes begin again, far quieter in their quest, a little more cautious yet still confident, a melody from the beginning repeating itself as it grows stronger.

it’s at that point that izumi realizes, finally, having been too caught up in watching him play, that leo isn’t even looking at the music. he knows he shouldn’t be surprised with how many other songs leo is able to recreate without issue, yet there’s something that feels different this time.

as leo reaches the end, a soft but clear final chord lingering in the room, izumi feels a little breathless. this song is for you echoes in his mind.

leo removes his hands from the keys as he turns to face izumi. “what do you think?” he asks again, buzzing from the excitement of a performance for one. he’s clearly restraining himself from not reaching out and grabbing at izumi again.

“it’s beautiful,” izumi answers quietly. it would be a lie to call it anything else, a crime to ignore the swirl of emotions it’s left him with. he glances over at the music then over to leo, finding his mouth curling into a soft smile all on its own. “thank you, leo-kun.”

leo’s eyes widen slightly. “ah, sena! keep smiling like that, i just got an idea!” he then flings himself from the piano bench and onto the floor, pulling the mark he keeps stowed away in his pockets for moments just like these out.

izumi sighs, knowing he’ll have to stop leo before the marker actually touches the floor. yumenosaki might not be the most upstanding place, but he’d prefer it to not get any dirtier than it already is.

leo may definitely be strange, but, as izumi watches him mutter things to himself on the ground, he doesn’t think he minds.

end notes: hi, i have so many thoughts about first year izuleo and just. them being each other's first friends and learning what it means to be friends and navigating that with the utter mess yumenosaki was back then. (please talk to me about them) good luck to everyone pulling for fs leo on engstars <33 title is from egg's passing papers

[melmac78]

Football snarks, sass and observation…

10. No air horns in stands… nice, because the little one that the person liked to chirp, chirp I feel cost the team the last home game victory making referees mad.

Plus… it didn’t have me hoping the weather didn’t freeze it so they’d not use it for a Toot concerto. (Let’s say chirp, chirp is nice… as is toot when they used it as they did)

9. Folks think it’s freezing at 50*F here and thinking it’s odd I wear a sweatshirt and jacket.

I said “this is nothing - try covering soccer games in the winter.”

No seriously - I nearly got hypothermia at one match bundled up. In East Texas.

This was nothing.

8. The goal of the game is to run down the field and score.

It is not try to set a record for weeks you bowl over the chain gang. (The folks who hold the orange markers for 10 yards and the sign numbering downs).

Two weeks in a row so far for bc a full out take down.

7. Yes… I want to give you $8 for nachos and a drink that is $6.

You’re the band, you need money, and I like helping the school.

I get you may get playoff games for other teams, but you can’t guarantee that beyond maybe a 6-man one because our stadium, while needing adjustment for that type of field*, is seen as a step up.

Plus, unless I am stringing for a sister paper, I usually help you in the stands if I’m not busy.

6. It’s good to see the contest I helped create to help boosters sell more programs to help fund students is working.

But seriously - the paracord keyrings are staying. No muss, fuss or thinking of 8 different designs. (I heard a comment about the change this year from a repeat winner. If they had to build the paper the past 3 weeks, he’d understand why this is better.)

5. Hornets and Yellowjacket mascots are too similar. I keep getting the schools that use the same mixed up.

At least only two schools in our class this area have insects, and is not the 7 different forms of sandstorm West Texas high schools use.

Where Texas is fortunate that Winters is more central Texas or they’d have to add the Blizzards to Whirlwinds, Sandies, Golden Tors… etc.

Yes, there’s a team called the Winters Blizzards. There’s also the Brazosport Exporters and Lubbock Westerners, Atlanta Rabbits, Cuero Gobblers and Waco Robinson Rockets that are super unique (redundancy intentional).

4. To the announcer - some of us our go to snack is Nori (seaweed), so the “nutritious snack” joke for concessions does get a bit old.

Plus, there are substantial foods there that fill and you don’t get hungry again like burgers.

(FTR, I got the nachos because the burgers sold out and I needed fuel on top of getting warm).

3. Sound system works… I think they hear you in the next town. The volume can change based on attendance.

(I’ll concede after fixing the pink lights with proper LED ones the sound system needed fixing, but still)…

2. Yes, 26/24 years later I still know my mascot dance steps. Yes, I will on occasion react like a mascot to announcements. (Years reflect both times I’ve been a mascot).

Finally..

1. WHY are you playing the theme to “Die Another Day” when your team hasn’t won a single game all season?

Seriously… It Was the most baffling. Surely the band director KNEW the song’s use.

I guess I concede that at least no one was injured when they played it.

And this wraps up another of Mel’s snarky football recaps.

•••••

*(6-man football is played on a field that’s 20 yards shorter and about the same on width. The extra points system after a touchdown is reversed, 2 for kicking it and 1 running in.

They also have a mercy rule system - about 50 points ahead at half.

11-man doesn’t have this as of yet, but coaches can agree before the game if a score goes beyond x point the clock runs down UNLESS official time out or an injury.

If you’re confused - good. I cover it too and still am).

[silentxxsoul]

the 'flu recovery is kicking my ass but at least there's fruity firefighters' reaction dump':

get your flu shot's yall - i did and this is the worst, i cant imagine the flu with no shot

Ooooooh a bobby voice over ???? !!!!!!!!

Oh no, a bobby voice over 😭

Maddie, you worked in a hospital you know better lmao

... Isn't that the inside of maddies first apartment ?

I mean, she brought you her prize

it wouldn't be 911 if there wasn't an over the top ick /fond

the soundtrack this season has been top notch lmao

Poor buck is freezing out here

Did he really just nose goes a foot chase hahahahaa

"this just keep on getting weirder grosser" ftfy buck

oh Denny 😔😭

shes spooked bc trauma karen, trauma with a capital Eva

It sounds like the sponsor is making his goodbyes, and not the 'see you later' kind...

Josh double fisting coffee thermos' is giving me life - someone gif it pleaseee

I'm on team ghost - they owe us after last years tom foolery

ngl that got me jumping too

i mean it was pretty convincing tbh

I can see the look on Chimney's face - he wants that house

Eddie and Hen parent bonding my hearttt

Buck - I'm gonna need to hear more about those dreams. For science.

Girl I'd be moving across the country so fucking fast

Buck maybe don't ask that

Eddie is so done lmao

It's not even her fucking car 🤣💀

i mean s/o to them for being respectful in that situation. i know that irl they would be, but to see it actually portrayed on tv is really nice to see. i mean you had buck stepping further back to let her pass and making a show of putting his hands behind his back so there wasn't a chance she'd perceive him making a move towards her. i dont know if im just reading too much into it, or if it was a conscious decision made by oliver, but i really appreciate it.

The snark between the team is so good this season

Please don't tell me that's --

Oh sweet mother of

Thats freaking tragic holy christ

like I had a feeling after the cross opening but still

that man does not need any more pain

give him a good story line please

It's so great that he has Athena for this, the wisdom and love for Bobby that she has ♥

me too josh, me too

I freaking knew it, Chim is obsessed

but im betting not for buying, but solving that mystery

oh nevermind he's really going for it

does he know that the popularity means people will be at the house constantly

A WHOLE PHONE CONVERSATION WITH MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

???????!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congrats to Buck, I guess?

WAIT

That couple totally killed him

did they do dna yet? what if it wasn't his sponsor but someone that stole his watch in rehab and then crossed the owners and they killed that person? i mean all we have is the watch...

I can't believe we got Eddie playing video games on a phone conference like where's my technophobe bby?

this doesn't feel like a midseason break, tbh

OHHHHHHH Maddie jinxed it on purpose???

The sass with Maddie's eye roll hahahahaahaa

Hen and Karen are the best moms 😭😭😭

I can't stand Chimney lmao 💀

although tbf he did go through all the effort so like, i admire it

I knew this wasn't the end of Denny looking for his parents

pls dont end badly

pleaseeeeee

Eddie crashed on the couch snoring is canon YES

THEN CUT TO BUCK LIKE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO READ INTO THIS

BABY ONESIE ?

MADNEY CLUTCHING THE PAPERS ?!

HENREN SNOOZING LIKE LITTLE CUTIES

Bobby get your wife if you're going to sleuth damnit

WAS THAT BUCK ?!

WTF YOU DROP THAT AND I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MARCH

I can't wait for the fanfics to carry me through this hiatus

[lvlpin]

so uh, here's my interpretation of Six and Sar actually talking to each other without Mark and Cesar.

They also went to Lee's sandwich bc that's my childhood restaurant and also I think they'll like some vietnamese food. it's good though everything has a little bit of jelly or is just milk.

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"So that's a number eleven for Six and three for you?" Cesar asks, doubling checking the orders, Sar nodded. "Alright and the avocado drink with the rolls for you Mark?"

"Yep, we always order the same thing." Mark confirmed from his corner seat across from Cesar. "Also no buns."

"But you steal my buns even though you could add that to your order." Cesar whined playfully. Mark just gave finger guns, not denying the accusations. Cesar gave him a look.

"Hey I let you take my rolls as well." Mark defended himself.

"True true." Cesar sighed. "Anything else?" He questioned the group, who shook their heads.

"Me and Mark can go order the food. It's been a while so we really need to catch up." He said, jumping up from where the group was seated while pulling a very reluctant and protesting Mark along to the cashier, leaving the brothers alone, together.

Sar and Six would give subtle looks at each other and quickly looking away before the other looked back. Neither wanting to start the inevitable conversation and negotiations.

"Wasn't he supposed to be one of your victims?" Six started, in the hush whispers language incomprehensible to people so that the other patrons wouldn't hear their conversation. "Why didn't you y'know?" He made a twisting gesture with his hands.

"Unless." Six took a second to think. "Unless you're getting soft."

"Shut up, what about that Mark guy?" Sar hissed back, as he played with a napkin. "Was he the reason why you were sneaking out? You weren't that subtle, you know that?"

"Yes yes, but he was trying to call me." Six answered, not missing the way the nails scratched through the paper, leaving claw-like tear marks. "It wasn't even me taking him! He just took me as an uncle."

"Wow, imagine you being adopted by a kid." Sar said sarcastically, "At last, the kidnaper has been adopted. By a kid no less."

"Well it seems like you've been adopted yourself by that Cesar." Six snarked back. "Now tell me why you didn't just replaced him?"

Sar didn't say anything, instead choosing adamantly to ignore Six. After a minute, he finally answered.

"He made me food." Cesar mumbled, the words so quiet that Six could barely make it out.

"What?! " Six said, this time out loud. Causing a few heads to turn their direction. He lowered his voice to a whisper again. "What do you mean Sar?"

"He found me going through their fridge and made me toast and eggs." Sar hissed out, faint hints of red in his face from embarrassment. "Then I just came back to get more food and now I'm his brother, okay?"

Six couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Which made his brother glare at him.

"He really fed you and you didnt kill him?!" Six asks incredulously.

Sar refused to answer, the napkin now just shreds of paper being fumbled around. Luckily Mark and Cesar came back with food, saving him from any more of Six's questioning

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Sassy brothers, sassy brothers, sassy brothers-

-sunglasses anon

SASSY BROTHERS SASSY BROTHERS

and this just proves Food is the thing to achieve peace. Food unites all. sar just needed eggs to be shoved in his mouth and then he's all good. no more murder. you're not you when you're hungry

[crazychicke]

Halliwell Sisters Appreciation Week - Tuesday August 4th - favourite trio

piper x chris x phoebe

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hiii wendy I've been going through a sof baji brainrot and so from the fruit of my thoughts (which ain't much) can i request a falling in love with baji. Like he goes on and studies business in college with kazu and chifuyu and opens a pet shop and he rooms with them and oc takes like her nephew or neice (am i spelling that right? im tripping over here) or younger cousin to their pet shop and baji just falls in love right there and its a cute journey of their life together bc im not emotionally prepared for the next few epis,, i mean i am but i dont wanna be prepared ya feel 😢

Worth It : Keisuke Bjai x Fem!Reader

wc:866

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"Your hair is tangled."

The brush works its way through the long strands of raven black hair, tresses landing on your lap like little ribbons of ink.

"Yeah?" Baji looks over his shoulder at you, eyes saying 'so what?' in his usual way of examining things.

"You need to stop putting that damned hair tie in it. You're going to cause breakage."

Baji opens his mouth to send snark your way, but when he hears the timid "Uncle Baji?" from your niece, he instantly turns his head toward the small girl holding her kitten close - as always.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Hammy wants to play. Can I get the fish stick out of the bucket?" The fish stick is simply a fish on the end of a stick, a dangly toy for the kitten to swat at.

"Of course. Make sure you put it back when you're done." The girl skips off, leaving you and him alone again. You continue to brush his hair, thinking about the reason you met in the first place - Hammy - and how you two had hit it off right then and there at the checkout counter.

"You might want to consider some supplements," Baji had suggested. "Might make it easier for Hammy to get what he needs instead of buying more food." Your niece stared up at the long-haired fellow, her eyes wide as she held her kitten to her chest.

"Can we get Hammy a sweater, too?"

"Oh," you began. "I don't think I have enough money for the sweater and the supplements, lovebug." Your comment was directed at the child, but Baji walked around the counter, squatting down low to look at your niece in her eyes.

"Don't worry; I'll help you find something. On the house."

The memory is firmly implanted in your head like it was yesterday. In truth, it was two years ago, but you still treasure that moment.

"What are you thinking about?" Gentle fingers cradle your cheek, and you come back to the present, looking at Baji's soft gaze while leaning into his touch.

"Just..." You chuckle a little, then smile. "Just the store."

"Mmmm..." Baji leans forward for a kiss, prying the brush from your hands and letting it drop to the ground. His free hand grabs one of yours, lacing it around his neck along with the other one. "Is that all?"

He bites at your bottom lip gently, tugging at it, then letting it pop free from his mouth.

"Yeah," you whisper, feeling your entire body melt in his grasp.

And despite the reasons you two met playing around in the room right beside you, you find yourself sinking deeper into a haze with Baji, kissing and touching silently in the glow of the lamps in the room. After a while, Baji runs his nose over your neck then pulls back, smiling lazily.

"Think it's time to call your sister," he teases. "I'm about to remind you of all the things I love about you."

"But it's only ten o'clock," you hiss back, eyes still hooded with lust.

"Sounds like bedtime to me."

_____________________________________________________________

Waking up with Baji protectively curled around you is a regular occurrence.

It's normal to feel his chest against your back and his warm breath tickling your neck. You don't know what you'd do without these sensations; you don't know how you survived this long without someone like Baji by your side.

Even when you rise out of bed and walk into the bathroom, he sleepily follows you - hair in disarray - nuzzling your neck with tired kisses and fingers that smooth up your waist while you brush your teeth.

"Baji..." you moan, wiping your mouth.

"Uh-uh," he replies, reaching under your shirt to peel your underwear off. "Didn't get mine last night. I need you right now."

You part your legs willingly, stepping out of the flimsy cloth as Baji fishes out his cock from his boxers, the red tip already dotted with pre-cum. He bends you over the sink, hair draped across his shoulders as he watches himself disappear into your cunt with slow, purposeful strokes.

You both gasp in pleasure when he bottoms out, then you shift your hips back, raising up on your tiptoes.

"B-Baji."

You can barely think as he fucks into you with a deliberate lethargy that you can only describe as painfully pleasurable.

"Stretching you out always feels so good," he whines, holding your shoulder. "Fuck..."

Before long, you're rocking back and forth on his cock, exhaling deeply each time he sinks into you and his balls touch your pussy lips.

"Gonna be late for... w--"

"Who gives a fuck?" he pants, eyeing you in the mirror. "You've been late before. Just tell them I made sure to take care of you before you left this morning."

And it's stupid, but as you cream all over Baji's cock, you think about all the positions you could get him to fuck you in before you just had to stay home. You raise your leg onto the counter and Baji grunts in surprise, almost slipping out of you completely.

"If you're going to make me late, make it worth it."

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Your sirius and remus smut is so 🥵🥵 can I request a Remus x reader x Sirius smut where y/n is acting bratty and bosses them around so Remus and Sirius have to show her who’s in charge

thank you for this request baby! i hope you enjoy

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Threesome, established d/s relationship, rough sex, face slapping, degradation, orgasm denial, brat taming. Spitting bc why not.

“Come on, we can be quick!” You insist firmly, tugging at Remus’s sleeve.

“Don’t whine.” The boy reprimands, not looking up from his textbook. “Classes are ending in fifteen minutes bunny, people will be starting to come in. Besides, we have homework to do.” He explains, and it’s clear from his tone that he has no intention of backing down. You roll your eyes, turning instead to address the shorter boy sitting on the floor, back against the couch you’re currently atop.

“Sirius, come on, let’s fuck.” You demand.

“Excuse me? That’s not how you ask. I wouldn’t say yes to that even if Remus hadn’t just told you no.” He responds, giving you a hard glare. You heave a heavy sigh, eyes making another exasperated rotation in their sockets.

“Come on, you two couldn’t shut up about my pussy yesterday! No one will be here for ten minutes, if we’re quick-“

“I think you forget you aren’t the one who makes the decisions around here, puppy.” Sirius cuts in, a low warning in his tone. You narrow your eyes.

“I can do whatever the hell-“ before you have time to finish your defiant retort, Remus is on his feet, long finger extended towards the staircase to the dormitories.

“Upstairs.” The word is clipped, and he’s fixing you with a stern gaze that makes it clear he isn’t ordering you up there to fulfil your desperate desires.

“No.”

“I’m not fucking asking again. Get your ass up there before I drag you there myself.” The boy growls, fury burning in his chestnut irises. You swallow, pausing briefly, contemplating further snark, but as he towers over you and he slowly lifts a menacing brow, all retaliations die on your tongue.

Turning on your heel with a huff you start up the stairs, making a point to stomp the whole way and slam the door to your boyfriends’ dormitory once you’re there.

You’re only left stewing in your frustration for a few minutes before the door is swinging open once more, and Sirius and Remus are entering, both very clearly displeased.

“The fuck was that all about, hm? Since when do you get to order us around?” Sirius questions darkly, stalking towards you.

“I tried asking nicely, and-“ you’re cut off by Remus now, who’s still standing back, arms crossed over his chest.

“And we said no. You know better than to try and tell us otherwise. We taught you better.” He scolds, voice hard and angry. You shudder, his tone sending small jolts of arousal tingling through your body, all the way down to your dampening core.

“But-“ again, Remus doesn’t allow you to finish.

“No. Skirt and panties off, bend over the bed.”

“But-!”

“Now.” He growls, clearly losing his patience. You quickly pull down the aforementioned garments, turning swiftly and bending over so your ass is pressed high, exposed to the two men. Heat rushes to your cheeks at your compromising position.

You hear the telltale sound of a belt buckle and crane your head to look behind you, eyes wide and hopeful. Are they actually going to fuck me?

“Don’t get too excited, slut. Just cause Pads wants to use your little pussy doesn’t mean you’re getting what you want.” Remus sneers as he steps around the bed. It dips as his knees move onto it, and you look up at him where kneels before you, still looking stern.

“I’m gonna fuck your slutty cunt while Remus punishes you, and you’re not gonna cum.” Sirius growls from behind you. A pale hand comes into your gaze above your head, cupped upwards. You watch with wide eyes as Remus gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting into Sirius’s waiting palm. You whine at the erotic display. He retracts his hand then, and you can hear the wet sound of him spreading the fluid over his length, jerking himself, readying his cock for your pussy.

You shift your gaze up to Remus, eyes pleading, and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Lust floods his brown eyes at your silent request. Without second thought he cups the underside of your jaw and spits a mouthful of saliva onto the presented muscle. You pull your tongue into your mouth, moaning as you swallow his intoxicating flavor.

“Dirty fucking slut.” He sneers, looking down at you with reproach. Without warning, his hand comes down on your left cheek in a firm slap. You gasp as his fingers make contact with the heated skin, the jerk of your head getting stopped by his tightened grip on your jaw.

“Ow, Remus!” You gripe, bringing a hand up to rub at your stinging cheek as if the smack didn’t send a wave of wetness straight to your core.

“Told you he was gonna punish you, puppy.” Sirius points out, hands groping at the globes of your ass, pulling them apart to better his view of your glistening folds. “Don’t fuckin’ whine about it, just take it.” His sharp words have your lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Without so much as a teasing swipe through your folds Sirius’s cock is swiftly shoving into your slick entrance, caressing your walls as he fully sheathes himself inside you in one foul swoop. You cry out at the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure, jolting forward as much as you can before Sirius stops you, pulling you back with a firm grip on your hips.

“Fuck, Sirius, could give me some fucking warning” you grit out, unable to look back at the boy thanks to Remus’s fingers digging into your jaw. At your petulent complaint another slap is ringing out in the quiet room, pain blossoming on the still seering skin of your left cheek.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth you brat. Can’t even behave yourself long enough for us to punish you.” Remus scoffs, as if in disbelief of your ability to be so unruly. You whimper softly, looking up at Remus, wide eyes trying to convey a silent apology.

Sirius begins moving then, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy. You moan, the only thing keeping you from collapsing to your elbows from the sheer pleasure being Remus’s grip on your jaw. Giving you no time to adjust to the sensation, the freckled man is landing another harsh slap on your opposite cheek, pulling a strangled cry from your lips.

“Fuck, her fuckin’ pussy sucks in my cock when you slap her pretty face, Moons.” Sirius croons, one hand leaving its spot on your hip to caress your back. The soothing movement leaves you completely unprepared for the rough spank he brings down on your ass with the other, and you yelp.

“Yeah? Glad she’s makin’ ya feel good. Least she’s good for something” Remus sneers, canines flashing as his upper lip curls up in disgust. The pads of his fingers are surely brusing the supple skin of your jaw as he holds you in place, forcing your gaze up and on his mocking face.

“What do you have to say for yourself, slut? What do good girls say when they’re being punished?” Sirius questions, voice tight as he works to maintain his rough pace. You whimper, eyes trained on Remus’s, who’s looking at you expectantly.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was a brat. P-please-“ then, the head of Sirius’s cock is prodding at your g-spot, and the jolt of pleasure is redirecting your words. “fuck- please let me cum!” You moan out, eyes squeezing shut as you tremble with the desire to be driven to your peak.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Remus sneers, hand delivering four harsh pats to your cheek in rapid succession. “Try again.”

“P-please teach me my lesson!” You correct, wrenching your eyes open to meet Remus’s stern gaze.

“There you go. Only took you two fucking tries.” Sirius scorns. You can only whine as his cock continuously sponges against your g-spot and his balls slap tauntingly against your clit.

“Fuck, can feel your walls clenching puppy. You’re so desperate to cum, aren’t you? Here we are, fuckin’ you like a common whore, slappin’ you around, and you’re still desperate to cum.” The raven haired man grits out, voice strained. You can tell by such, and the increasingly sloppy nature of his thrusts, that he’s nearing release.

“Y-yes! Please” you sob out, wetness gathering in your eyes as you work to stave off the orgasm threatening to take over your body.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you fucking dare cum. If you do you won’t be able to sit for weeks, I promise you that.” Remus growls out, landing another blow on your tingling cheek. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, using all your willpower to hold back, your desire for your punishment to be over winning out over your desire to cum.

Finally, Sirius’s strained voice pipes up, his words a major relief to your tense form. “Ready for my cum, puppy? Gonna fill you up- fuck” then his hips are stuttering, and you feel a warmth shoot into you, painting your walls. He groans as his orgasm washes over him, hands gripping your hips, keeping his cock buried deep inside you. You moan at the sensation as it threatens to throw you over the edge.

“Hold it, that’s it, good girl.” Remus praises, though he sounds more bored than proud. He pats your head as if you’re an obedient pet as Sirius pants behind you, slipping his softening cock from your hole.

Remus releases his grip on your face, allowing you to collapse on the mattress, breathless. Your body is crying out for release, skin tingling and pussy throbbing with need.

“Please. I’m sorry I was bad, just- please let me cum.” You beg unabashedly. You let out a pained yelp when Sirius smacks your ass.

“Quit fucking begging, you sound pathetic.” He sneers, spreading your heated cheeks to watch his cum drip from your pulsing cunt. Then Remus is tangling a hand in your hair, yanking your head up to to meet his gaze.

“Maybe once you learn who’s in charge you’ll get what you want.”

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[hard-technology-rock]

im planning on writing a fic off of these ideas but i just really really really want to share them because there is a solid like 90% i won't actually finish/post the fic. So.

misc. emmet and melli interactions from my warden emmet au :) if you fall under basic dni material Do Not Touch

the Insult Battle tradition was started on the first night emmet was warden!! he was playing the flute for sneasler and melli waited until he was done to start insulting emmet and be his general melli self. emmet cut him off midspeech by saying "is everyone from the diamond clan as annoying as you?" which threw melli off his groove so bad he snarked "at least my flute is pleasant on my noble's ears" and then stalked off to sulk. and you know emmet was like Electrodes don't have ears warden melli!!!! melli vehemently denies hearing this (he did)

the next time they meet its daytime so they can actually see each other. melli ""won"" this interaction mostly by just calling emmet old

when melli found out emmet couldn't read hisuian* his first reaction was to make fun of him his second was to be like That's kind of sad ill teach you. thankfully what he outwardly displayed was more like shocked disbelief > silence > do you.. want to learn ?

so for at least several months emmet and melli would have extremely awkward daily sessions where melli would teach emmet written hisuian as well as some spoken hisuian he still didn't know. they do not speak of these sessions. as far as melli is concerned emmet could Always read hisuian

these sessions were really good for their Not Hating Each Other!

one day emmet was just having A Day. you know the kind. and melli was like Oh my sinnoh you're pathetic do you want to talk about your feelings or no. and emmet was like No on instinct but then he decided actually yeah i do. tjis was the first and definitely not the last time they just sat down and vented and aired secrets to each other

emmet (once he got his memory on his native language jogged) returned the favour by teaching melli some unovan. starting off with insults, of course.

imagining that emmet has a different team than ingo, and that emmet's had his roserade since it was a budew, please close your eyes and imagine for me emmet tossing his budew directly at melli "woe budew be upon ye" style

You All Are Cowards rei AND akari are arceus' chosen one. he did not want either one to be lonely :)

anways i say that bc the first time they saw melli and emmet get into an insult battle again they were so ready to throw down with melli and then all of a sudden the two wardens just Stopped and were civil with another again

i like to imagine they do this in front of their clan leaders at some point (maybe post game?) and they kinda just go o_o because damn they wish they had that kind of civil beef

when melli is like Lord electrode is FINE the frenzy is a GIFT from ALLMIGHTY SINNOH emmet confronts him later with a Fat "you were scared for your lord and yet you lied and said he was fine and resisted help. Why?" and melli just responds i am not having this conversation while there is a weird ass storm brewing Goodbye

a summary of their friendship:

emmet, showing up randomly outside melli's house: Uhmmm i just heard from rei and akari that kamado just kicked them out of jubilife for falling from the sky

melli: OK?? How is that my problem

emmet: while unreasonable i am nervous about him sending Goons after me

melli: you ? did not fall from the sky ? dumbass

emmet: but i am not from hisui

melli: ok listen how the fuck is he gonna know that. you've been a warden for a good while and it took you saying that you weren't from hisui for me to realize you weren't just some amnesiac grandpa the pearl clan took pity on

emmet, leaving: i am not a grandpa !! but yeah i believe you thanks

melli, definitely projecting: Dude you can't be alone in the middle of a weird storm... what if you slip and fall and die... you're staying here

emmet: what if Lady sneasler needs me ??

melli: just tell her to get her ass over here. Lol

* I Have So Many Headcanons Involving Langauges In The Pokemon Universe They Could Be Their Own Post. but basically emmet could speak decent enough sinnoh and hisuian is kind of just an archaic slightly more formal version of sinnoh? so while there were words he had to context clue together he wasn't Completly lost. also he was writing in unovan but he 1. does not know what language he was writing in just that was Not the one he was speaking and 2. his handwriting was So Bad it is almost unrecognizable as unovan

there's more but that's all for now :》 saving some for that highly hypothetical fic

[mooniefics]

little cockwarming blurb for eren bc,, im a sucker for the thought of him getting jealous n punishing u like that (also lowkey size kink ??? mayb)

full.

that’s what you felt—that’s how you always felt when eren was inside of you, hips and thighs pressed flush against your ass as his hands kept you seated in his lap. you couldn’t recall a time where he’d ever left you truly unsatisfied, whether it was something brief and lazy on the mornings you slept over at his place before work, or something rough and drawn out when his roommate wasn’t home, the kind of fucking that made it difficult for you to remember your own name by the end of it. but for as amazing as he was in bed, the most giving, attentive partner you’d ever had the pleasure of calling your own, his greatest flaw was his jealousy.

you didn’t think you’d been doing anything wrong when you wandered out of his room that morning, only dressed in one of his large shirts, not bothering to put on any underwear because of how it fell long enough to keep you modest. you’d woken up alone in bed that morning to a text that he’d gone out on a quick grocery run, deciding to get yourself a cup of coffee to pep yourself up before he arrived home. though you hadn’t expected to see his roommate in the kitchen, you didn’t mind the extra company as you ran the coffee maker, making friendly conversation like you usually did.

it wasn’t often that you got to see jean, and you didn’t quite understand why eren could be so adamantly irritated at the man he shared an apartment with at certain times. he was polite, charming, a bit eclectic in his own right, but still someone you could see yourself being friends with if given the chance by your boyfriend. you had relaxed yourself, bending forward to rest your elbows on the counter and your head in your hands as you chatted, laughing at something you couldn’t quite recall when eren reentered the apartment.

you’d greeted him with your usual smile and a kiss on the cheek, leaning into him when he slid an arm around your waist to set his grocery bags on the counter.

“you should let me chat with your girlfriend more often, jaeger. she’s much nicer to be around than you are.” jean had snarked, nodding to address you directly, “you have more fun with me than you do with him, right?”

“definitely.” you replied, giggling, obviously not being serious but wanting to keep whatever joke he’d started going, “you always appreciate what i have to say, jean.”

“if you’re gonna talk like that behind my back, you can get your own fucking groceries next time.” eren muttered to his roommate across the kitchen island, the previous delight of seeing you having completed soured in a matter of seconds, hauling you along to his room and slamming the door shut before you could even get a word in.

“p-please eren— ‘m sorry— didn’t mean t-to..!” you begged, stifling a whimper as he sucked roughly at your neck, fingers squeezing at your breasts and pinching at your already too-sensitive nipples.

his shirt that he’d torn off of you as soon as he’d gotten you alone lay strewn across the floor before the bed, his jeans and belt not even entirely off of his legs before he’d pulled you down onto his cock, forcing your arms behind your back, ignoring your mewls and pleas to start moving, nails digging into your hips each time you tried to rock yourself down onto him.

“fucking slut, going out into the kitchen with no fucking underwear on,” he growled into your bruised skin, heavy breaths fanning across the wet flesh, “you think he could fuck you better than i could? is that what it is??”

“n-no, not that,” you arched into his skillful fingers, eyes screwing shut as you tried to focus on how each tug and pinch send another wave of heat rolling through your body, “nobody f-fills me up like you do..!”

he chuckled, humming against your shoulder, one large hand sliding down your torso to press down over your stomach. you shuddered, feeling how you ached at just the slight pressure of his fingers prodding your naval, feeling the bulge of his cock nestled so deeply inside you.

“no matter how many times i fuck you, you always feel so tight..” he murmured into your ear, arrogant grin evident in his voice, “you want me to fuck you, baby?” you nodded ardently. “then beg.”

swallowing the sliver of pride you clung to, you let out a small pant at his thumb rubbing tortuously slow circles over your clit, even as he still denied you any movement on his end. “p-please eren, i promise i’ll be better, i p-promise i won’t do it again—”

“louder.”

“b-but jean’s still—”

“i said louder.”

you could feel your face growing hot with impending shame, letting out muted whimpers as he returned to marking up your neck, not bothering to leave any place unscathed just for the sake of showing that you belonged to him. it wouldn’t be just jean that would hear you, but most likely any tenants in the adjacent apartments, people who’d most likely heard the two of you before.

“please eren, please let me c-cum.” you began again, louder, volume spiking when he bit at the skin just under your jaw.

“you squeeze so good around me every time you say ‘please’.” he said, rewarding you with a messy line of kisses across the fresh set of teeth prints he’d probably just left, “you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“yes.. i’m good, i’ll be good, i p-promise!” you could already feel that winding pressure in your stomach approaching a breaking point, just from the way he was rubbing over you, the stray thought of jean being able to hear how he was praising you sending a spark of heat up your spine.

“i haven’t even fucked you and you’re already gonna cum for me.” he stifled a groan when you clenched around him, the low sound overtaken by your own heavy breaths, feeling eternally grateful that he hadn’t stopped you when you began to rock yourself back into his cock, making it press just right over that spot that always made you feel as if you were bursting at the seams.

“don’t stop, don’t stop—f-fuck, don’t stop..!”

you were approaching that familiar peak, trembling under the power of his knowing touch, nearly whining as you finally came, picking up on his own moans from how your cunt squeezed around him. he let you ride out that momentary bliss, fingers pulling away to allow you to catch your breath. you could feel yourself dripping down onto the sheets below you and across his thighs, more than ready to receive what he’d made you beg for.

“you’re so good,” he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, kissing at your cheek and jaw, “turn around for me.”

you slowly stood, shivering at the sudden emptiness that you felt without him buried deep inside of you, turning to face him and straddle his thighs. his cock was visibly hard, slick with your arousal and just begging to attending to. it was hard to not whimper as you sat yourself back down on him, hands firmly grasping his shoulder for stability, moans spilling from your parted lips as he began to guiding you up and down in his lap.

“hope you don’t have anything planned for the rest of today,” he breathed between kisses, brilliantly green eyes gazing at you through dark lashes, “‘m gonna make sure you can’t walk right, you’re gonna stay right here. with me..”

ok gn i love u all ♡(｡- ω -)

[phantaloon-books]

I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)

in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.

so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)

It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.

Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.

Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.

But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.

Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?

"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.

"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."

And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.

"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."

"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."

"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.

"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"

Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.

So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.

"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-

"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."

Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."

What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.

"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.

"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."

At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows he’s in pain. He’s pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesn’t regret it. He can’t be sure the guy’s men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesn’t regret coming here to make sure the others don’t suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didn’t leave proof that he didn’t want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?

It doesn’t really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isn’t like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows he’s been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.

Maybe it’s better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe they’ll be hurt, but haven’t they been expecting him to run? They won’t make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe he’ll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to. It’s better this way. No one will find him, but that’s fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesn’t want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He can’t tell if it’s water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.

[spicyizuku]

mha boys & cooking headcanons

hi ❤️ heres my thoughts on the boys and if they'd cook for u!! enjoy -🌶

Includes: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, & Iida Tenya

warnings: mentions of food

genre: general, fluff, opinion piece

01.04.21

Todoroki Shoto

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

hmm he does sometimes!! he usually makes lunch for you when he has time off, but it's mostly stuff you can make without using an oven. he makes a GREAT sandwich

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

yes! and by yes i mean he watches as you cook. he'll probably prep the kitchen for you- he cleans up the kitchen and helps chop vegetables so you dont take extra prep time

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm i think he'd like baking more! he's not much of a sweet tooth but its easier to mess up when you cook rather than just sticking something in the oven and waiting for it to rise

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

he's decent!! he doesnt like handling hot liquids for reasons (except soba duh) but anything other than that hes fine! it might take two tries to get a recipe right. he doesnt really make anything fancy

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

absolutely!! he loves finally being able to sit down with you after a long day. the first words that come out of his mouth is usually "how was your day?" nd you two easily fall into a pattern. he almost NEVER misses dinner

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

you already know!! baby loves his cold soba!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

if you had a claim on a room in his house it would be the kitchen. yea he lives there but thats YOUR kitchen.

Bakugou Katsuki

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Everyday!! He strongly believes providing and cooking for you is one of the easiest ways to show you how much he loves you. his food speaks for him. He loves trying out new recipes for u!! nd theres no snark if you ever request something for dinner. When you two first got together he'd make breakfast and then say he "accidentally made too much" so you can have some. It gradually evolved to "What do you want to eat?"

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

rarely. he doesnt want u anywhere near the kitchen. On rare occasions when he's done cooking u make desert, but usually you bake in advance bc he doesn't want anything in his way when he's ready to make something

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hes the cook and ur the baker!! He doesnt see the joy in baking and thinks it's useless to him since he doesnt really enjoy sweets. that is- until you make KILLER Shu kurimu. he cant get enough of the cream puffs you make and does not know when to stop. u usually only make them once a month. he gets mad if you make them more bc he knows hes going to ignore his meal plan and inhale them lol

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

You already know Bakugou is Gordon Ramsey 2.0!! man can make anything. every time you see him head to the kitchen you get excited. you KNOW he's abt to go hard and make the best food you've probably ever tasted

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

hmm not much- You know bakugou is an overachieving perfectionist. He works and works and works until he drops. He doesn't have time to sit down and eat, he's always on patrol. That doesn't mean he leaves you with nothing to eat, though! He'll get up early to make you both bentos and makes sure to prep for dinner if he isnt cooking in advance. On off days (rare) he'll make you American styled breakfast in bed 🥰

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tantanmen! its the japanese take on Sichuan Dan Dan noodles. u know baby loves his spices

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

HIS. dont even THINK about trying to get in that kitchen while he's cooking. he needs his space and cooking is his time to shine!! he'll get irritated if ur in the way. he likes when you sit at the bar top of his kitchen and talk to him while he cooks. even distracted he cooks perfectly. he doesnt add much to the conversation since he's still focused, but he loves hearing ur voice and knowing you enjoy being around him enough to just sit and watch

Midoriya Izuku

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

ummm- he tries?? He makes you two a lot of no-cook dinners since hes not good with cooking yet. But babyboy definitely tries!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

all the time!! izuku is usually watching you cook. whenever you're in the kitchen, hes there. He watches and takes notes so he can get better. He helps with all the non cooking parts- chops up everything and preheats the oven. He'll help clean up your mess as you go!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm both! he's a decent baker but he wants to learn more about both. baby never gives up on learning something new

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

hh at first? NO. You're surprised he's survived this long. You have no idea how he follows meal plans to stay in shape for hero work when the man barely knows how to boil water. He's admitted he used to go to Bakugous and annoy him until he was kicked out with a full stomach. but!! Once a week, you'll give him a lesson and watch over as he cooks, you know he'd rather die than give up trying to perfect something. He's a really fast learner and is actually starting to get good!! Next thing you know you'll be coming home from work and finding that dinner was already made- maybe a bit dry, okay. But its not that bad!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

He tries- he really really tries. He loves eating dinner with you, but being the #1 hero takes sacrifice and dinner with his loved ones is exactly that. He's too busy for his own good; completing patrols and missions, attending events, making appearances, writing reports??? Its all a LOT. He'll probably come home to eat dinner with you once (twice, if hes lucky) a month.

You know how hard it is on him. He would always sit down and eat dinner with his mom when he was younger and not being able to sit down and relax was stressful. One day you decided to surprise him! You two share your locations so you made dinner and went out to bring him food. You two ate on this agency's fire escape- He was so happy!! You remember that scene when spiderman ate a churro while sitting on the ledge of a building? thats yall. After that, he makes sure these midnight picnics are a daily thing- he wouldnt miss patrol dinners for the world

he always wraps an arm around you when you two eat during a patrol. He gets grumpy because you never bring a jacket and he doesn't have one on him to give you since hes in his hero suit ): you sit side by side, arms brushing against eachother as you two eat whatever you made

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tonkatsu!! its one of his favorite foods and it doesn't take that mich effort or time to make

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

Yours!! you're usually in charge of food- he's too busy and if he rushes cooking the food will turn out inedible. He doesnt have time to clean up after you- so he hires someone to clean the kitchen daily. A hero's salary has its perks!

Tenya Iida

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

not usually- its not because he doesnt want to. It just doesn't cross his mind. Cooking for him is more of a chore- He'd rather take you out someplace nice

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

All the time!! You two work around the kitchen with eachother effortlessly- never getting in eachothers way. He'll stop to watch you work your magic sometimes. Cooking with you is such a mundane yet enjoyable experience

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

baker!! he mostly makes rolls and baked goods that arent too sweet. I strongly believe Iida likes to bake bread

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

He's decent- he follows all recipes to a T so if its a bad recipe the food will turn out a little bland. u know when you see a recipe and it has little to no spices so you add some? Iida doesn't do that- a recipe is made to be followed

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

Yes!! You two try to eat together at least three times a week. On fridays his brother comes over for dinner- its always a grand time! The dining room booms with laughter and chatter

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

beef stew!! thats one of the meals he makes thats really really good!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

shared! you both cook and bake equally and u never kick eachother out the kitchen. He loves being in the kitchen with you!! He'll press up against your back, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist as he watches you cook

he's tried being romantic and dance with you in the kitchen. poor baby just doesnt know how to dance. but humor him!! he loves dancing with you! Theres a speaker in the kitchen just for when you want to hold eachother in the kitchen and listen to music

Thanks for reading 🥺 If you wanna leave constructive criticism i'd really appreciate that ❤️ I take requests btw! lemme know if i should do a pt 2 w the other boys & shinsou! hope u enjoy ur day

- chili 🌶