#crap i forgot to save the sauce help

[aeon-uriel]

2.1 but only that funky whatever-the-hell-actually-happened aventio scene guess which one (jk yall know which one)

[jobean12-blog]

Top Shelf: Chapter 10- Recipe for Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Bookshop/Bartender AU)

Word Count: 2,064

Summary: You and Bucky decide to host dinner for your friends and afterwards you get the best idea ever...

Author’s Note: Thank you all so very much for sticking with me and continuing to read! This has really been such an escape for me and I can never thank you enough for reading and being so kind and supportive. Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: sweet fluff, soft smut, fluffersmut, fun with friends :) 

Previous Chapters 

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers 

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Soul Finds

Chapter 8: Drunk in Love

Chapter 9: Pour in onto the Page

The rest of the night goes on in a blur of soft touches, heated kisses and whispered, “I love yous.” Now that the words are out it’s as if neither of you have anything else to say. The uber ride back to Manhattan is as sugary sweet as the cotton candy you’re licking off your fingers. “Oh my god, Bucky! I forgot how good this stuff is!” you exclaim as you pull off another chunk of the spun sugar. “I know!” Bucky replies, kissing some melting pink sugar off your lips.

You giggle, trying to refrain from poking him with your sticky fingers. “Sweetheart, if you get that sticky crap stuck in my hair, we’re gonna have a problem.” Your fingers reach toward him as you hold back laughter. Bucky quickly grabs your wrist and brings your hand to his mouth, slowly sucking the sugar off the tip of each finger. “I wish we were home already,” you breathe out.

When you finally fall through the door of your apartment, you’re surprised you’re still dressed, Bucky’s hands groping you from the moment you got out of the uber. He walks you backward until you bump the small island in your kitchen, his arms lifting you up and sitting you on the countertop. Your hands card through his hair as he kneels between your legs, pushing up the skirt of your dress.

His eyes watch you as he trails kisses up your thigh, his soft hair slipping through your fingers as you try to find a hold on something. With the languid movements of his tongue he takes you apart, your body completely sated as he stands to unzip his jeans. You waste no time, helping him get them to the floor.

He enters you slowly and you feel every inch, his forehead pressed to yours while you relish in the feeling of each other. The lights from the city cast a soft glow on your skin as Bucky’s hands and mouth explore every inch with a newfound reverence.  It isn’t long before you come undone, his name a quiet plea falling from your lips.  

The next morning you find the other side of the bed empty, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air. With a satisfied hum you throw off the covers, covering your nakedness with Bucky’s shirt. “Do you always walk around shirtless?” you ask as you enter the kitchen, Bucky’s back to you as he stands over the coffee pot.

“Are you complaining,” he croons, throwing you a look over his shoulder. “Not at all,” you say, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. “That smells so good! I’m so glad someone is finally using the coffee pot. I usually just get it from the café down the street.” He turns and hands you a steaming cup, asking, “you mean the little spot on West 22nd and 9th Ave?” You nod as you take your first sip, moaning at the taste.

“It’s going out of business!” You nearly spit out the delicious coffee, “WHAT?” Bucky frowns, holding you against his chest, “yeah, the new Starbucks that opened nearby is killing them.” Now it’s your turn to frown, the realization you may have to start brewing your own coffee or paying way too much for one making you angry. You take another sip, eyeing Bucky over the mug, “that’s awful. I really liked that place!”

Kissing the top of your head he says assuredly, “you have me and since you seem to approve of my coffee making skills, I think you’ll manage.” With a contented smile you reach behind him for your cookie tin, picking it up and noticing it feels way too light. “Bucky. Did you eat the last of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies?”

Hanging his head, he doesn’t answer but it’s all the confirmation you need. “I can’t believe you didn’t even leave me one!” He tries to look sheepish but fails terribly as he checks for crumbs along his mouth. “Well, they were amazing! And I was hungry this morning!” he says in defense. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that” you say. He takes your unfinished coffee from your hands and places in on the counter. “Actually, I’m the lucky one and I love you too,” he says, before stopping any further conversation with his lips on yours.

You spend Sunday afternoon at the bookshop with Bucky, organizing some shelves and just enjoying each other’s company. As per her usual Sunday visit, Grandma Betty strolls in shortly after lunch, her smile bright at the sight of you both. “Look at you two. You’re practically glowing today! I knew a night out would be good for my boy. Was it as fun as you remembered?”

Bucky sends a heart stopping smile your way before launching into a full recap of your night and how perfect it was. Grandma leaves with a smile that matches yours and a promise of some of your now famous peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.

After the visit you can tell that Bucky’s mood has dampened slightly, his teeth working over his bottom lip and his forehead creased in thought. “Hey baby, you think Steve, Peggy, Nat and Sam would want to come over for dinner next weekend? Maybe we can do it early before you guys have to be at the bar?” His spirits seem to lift at the idea, and he sends out a text to see if everyone is available.

Once your plans are made and you all settle on a time you ask him, “what do I make for dessert?” He laughs, raising his brow before he speaks. You cut him off, “I’m not making you any more of those cookies. In fact, I’m going to make a whole batch, give them all to your grandma and you can’t have any!” He pretends to pout which makes you laugh, his antics hard to resist. “I’ll bake something new! A surprise!” you exclaim, winking his way.

You spend almost every weeknight at Bucky’s apartment, except for Wednesday night because Nat insists she needs some girl time. “So. Does it feel different now that you guys said I love you?” she asks, sitting on the couch with her legs stretched out over yours while sipping her wine. “It just feels right. I can’t really explain it. It all seems so cliché when I really think about it, but I’ve also not felt surer about anything before.”

Nat tilts her head in understanding, her hand reaching over to squeeze yours. “I get it. I’m so happy for you.” With another sip of your wine you reply, “thanks, I love you. Now stop stalling and tell me about your weekend with Sam!” She giggles and you squeal when you see a light blush creep over her cheeks. “OH MY GOD! WELL??” She kicks you with her foot, scowling before she says, “it’s the wine! I swear!” You laugh, knowing full well she’s full of shit. “Yea right. You can’t fool me. SPILL IT!”

Saturday morning rolls around and you and Bucky leave his apartment together, you’re heading out for baking supplies and Bucky heading to the bookshop to open and prepare for his early departure. “If you need me to pick anything up on my way back just let me know, doll. I can easily make a stop.” You pepper his cheek with kisses, saying thank you in between before planting a good one on his lips. “I love you,” he murmurs, watching you walk down the street until you’re out of his sight.

You decide on making a coconut cream pie for dessert, checking beforehand that everyone is a fan of the fruit. It’s the first time you’re making it and you’re both excited and nervous. Once you have everything you need you head back to Bucky’s and start preparing, making sure to send him plenty of silly texts as you bake. Thankfully the two of you had made a sauce and breaded chicken cutlets the night before so all that had to be done other than the pie was frying up the cutlets and cooking the pasta.

Bucky arrives home right on time. “Wow. It smells amazing in here baby.” He gives you a tight hug, picking you up off your feet and kissing you soundly before running off to take a quick shower. Once he’s clean and ready you finish up the cooking and put the pie in the oven. Bucky sets the table and you prepare some small appetizers.

Steve and Peggy arrive first, and Peggy joins you in the kitchen for some gossiping and wine. You look over her shoulder to see Bucky and Steve on the couch plowing through the snacks. “Hey boys! Can you please try to save some for Nat and Sam??” They both look up guiltily, trying to hide their mouthfuls of food. “Sorry,” they mumble simultaneously.

Luckily, Sam and Nat show up only moments later and Sam can snag a few bites. Dinner goes off without a hitch and everyone sits with their glass of wine while they wait for dessert. “Nat has been going on and on about y/n’s baking all week! I can’t wait to eat this pie!” Sam shouts. “I know, Bucky said her cookies are better than my mom’s!” Steve chimes in, raising his eyebrows.

Everyone looks at Steve in shock, their mouths hanging open. “What the heck guys?” you say as you walk to the table holding the pie. “What happened?” Steve quickly speaks up, “nothing y/n! We were just talking about how good your baking is. That looks amazing!” You throw them a knowing smirk and put the pie on the table, serving a slice to everyone.

Sam shovels in a giant bite, moaning around the fork. “Holy cow, this is incredible y/n!” Steve follows suit, closing his eyes and mumbling something about heaven while he chews. Bucky looks up and gives you a wide smile, his eyes twinkling as he mouths “I love you.”

Before you can answer him Sam snorts, pulling your attention away as you watch him point and laugh. “Jeez, you two are sweeter than this pie.” You scowl at him and try to hold back your laughter but fail miserably when Nat chimes in and says, “that’s the best you could do. Really?” Everyone starts laughing and Bucky pulls you into his lap, feeding you a piece of the pie. “Wow. It really did come good,” you say, only loud enough for him to hear.

While everyone continues to eat Bucky makes some coffee, the smell drifting through the small apartment and perking everyone up. The rest of the evening goes by fast and before you know it, Bucky and Sam must leave for the bar. Bucky tries to help you clean up, but you shoo him out, looking forward to a little alone time with Peggy and Nat. “It’s fine Buck, don’t worry! We can definitely handle this!”

It doesn’t take the three of you long to clean up, afterwards getting comfy on the couch with a glass of wine. You hang out for another couple of hours before the yawning starts, the wine and good food catching up to all of you. “Thank you so much for coming, this was so fun!” They enthusiastically agree, telling you for the hundredth time how delicious the pie was.

An hour later you’re in the bath, relaxing under the bubbles and teasing Bucky by sending him sexy pictures. ‘Doll, this is so unfair…I know what’s under those bubbles and I want some.’ You giggle, placing your phone safely on the towel next to the tub. Grabbing the plate of pie you brought into the bath you take a bite, savoring every flavor as it swirls over your tongue. You mentally give yourself props, loving how much everyone praised your baking abilities.

Finishing the last bite, your eyes suddenly go wide, and you blurt out, “that’s it!!!” You drop the empty dish to the floor and grab your phone, trying to text Bucky as quickly as possible. “Shit, shit, shit!” you curse at your slippery fingers, wiping them off on the towel. ‘BUCKY! I KNOW HOW TO SAVE THE BOOKSHOP!’ The text goes through and you smile to yourself, excitement coursing through you while you wait for his reply.

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[justkending]

Are you stupid or stupid? (Drabble)

Summary: Maybe having kids do your makeup wasn’t the best for a tired babysitter.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: Just a ton of fluff that you may or may not be able to handle... :)

A/N: This is for @itsunclebucky​‘s challenge! I had the prompts: “Are you stupid or stupid?” & “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look ugly. And that makes me kind of happy.” - Bridesmaids Thank you for letting me do this challenge my dear, and congrats on your milestone! Here to more milestones in the future!! xoxox

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You usually had to say no when your sister asked if you could babysit considering your job. At any moment you could get a call saying the world was ending, and you needed to jump on a Quinjet to go save it.

But after what had to have been the 10th time canceling with your sister, Tony told you not to worry. It had been a tough argument between both of your iron hard heads. One with you saying you would find time later and wanted to stay at the compound just in case. 

But after Tony had Morgan, he always made sure you could escape to your family when you needed. He knew the right thing to say every time too to get you to leave your job behind, and put your family first. 

“You don’t know the next time you’ll get to see them. So if the world isn’t ending this instant, get your fine ass out of here.”

So with a heavy roll of your eyes, you nodded knowing he was right. You did love seeing and spending time with your family, but could easily be blinded by the needs of your job.

However, tonight you told your sister that you would babysit, and her and her wife could go out on a date night. You don’t remember the last time you hung out with your nieces, and they were always such a hoot. 

Tonight consisted of loads of movies, princess play, staying up way past bedtime, and some intense makeovers. 

By the time you did get the girls to bed, you were too tired to mess with the heavy amounts of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick smeared all over your face. Mainly in places it was not made to be put. 

You looked like Abby from that show Broad City on the episode where she gets her wisdom teeth out, and her friend does her makeup like a drag queen. It was that bad.

But again, you were too tired to care.

So when your sister came home to relieve you of your job, she couldn’t hold back her laughter and neither could her wife. 

“I know. I know it’s bad. I’ll take it off when I get home though.” you yawned as you sat up from the couch and stretched. 

“You could just stay the night here,” she offered, fluffing the pillow you were leaning on.

“I would, but I have training early in the morning. Gotta show some of the new agents how to kick Bucky’s ass,” you chuckled, grabbing your things and crossing your arms. “Thanks for letting me hang out with the girls. I miss them and I really needed this.”

“Thank you for letting us get out of the house for once without the little rascals,” your sister smiled.

“You’re more than welcome to have some sleep overs here whenever you need a healthy dose of birth control,” her wife Sarah said nodding at the girls bedroom. 

“Noted, and I will for sure cash that in at some point,” you chuckled tiredly. 

“You sure you’re good to drive?” your concerned sister asked walking you to the door.

“I’m good. It’s only a 10 minute drive. I’ll wake up once I get in the car.” 

“Ok, drive safe. Thanks again sis.” 

“Anything for you and Sarah. And the girls of course!” you waved walking out to the driveway.

“Text me when you’re home!” she shouted.

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You made it back to the compound in one piece, but you were exhausted. 

When you got back to your room, you saw your boyfriend was still up at the late hour, and was reading a book in the corner of your balcony. Bucky always waited up for you if you were coming home late. You knew it was so that he had a peace of mind of you being safe, and also that he couldn’t sleep well without you. 

He never told you those things, but it wasn’t hard to catch on. 

As soon as the door shut behind you, you saw him turn in his seat and smile before coming back in the room. 

But just a few steps in he froze, and tilted his head. 

“What, uh, whatcha got going on there?” he said with a small chuckle escaping. 

“What?” you asked confused. 

He pointed at his own face making a circle with his index finger showing he was talking about you. 

“Wh-” you started, but then your brain caught up and you remembered that you had makeup done by a 4 and 6 year old still on. “Oh, crap I forgot.” you moaned slumping over and walking to the bathroom in a drained way.

All you could hear was full on laughing from the other room, as Bucky slowly collected himself enough to come into the bathroom with you. 

You were looking for your makeup wipes, but must have moved them because you couldn’t find them fast enough. 

When you looked up in the mirror looking at Bucky behind you, he had his arms crossed and one hand covering his mouth. He was trying SO hard not to laugh, but when you made eye contact with him again, he folded over laughing more. 

“What is so funny about this?” you chuckled at his reaction. You don’t remember the last time he was this giggly. It’s not like you guys don’t laugh when you're together, but this giggle fest was so much stronger than most. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” he said trying to hold it in, but failing. You send him a serious look not having the energy for this like you normally would. “Ok, ok.” he said, seeing you were too tired to understand. “It’s just that...It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look ugly. And that makes me kind of happy.”

“What?!” you shouted, turning to look at him. 

“Wait-” he said, getting defensive but still laughing. 

“You can’t just tell a girl she’s ugly Buck!” you shouted playfully running up and shoving his chest. You would be offended, but you know he didn’t mean it that way. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to let him off with his slip up. 

“Let me restate what I meant,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender as you kept smacking him. “I didn’t mean ugly, I meant...” He was in a bind and didn’t know how to fix it, and once again the giggles came back out. 

“Are you stupid or stupid?” you said straight faced crossing your arms over your chest tightly. 

“Stupid. Very, very stupid.” he answered still laughing as he pulled your elbows to him, and held you in an embrace. His chin resting on the top of your head. 

“At least you got one thing right.” you mumbled into his chest. 

“I’m guessing the little munchkins did this amazing transformation.”

“How’d you know?” you said in a sarcastic tone. 

“Wild guess.” he chuckled. Then he pulled you back holding your shoulders as he looked at you. “I’m just not used to seeing you with makeup up of any sort, and this... Well, this is not the kind of makeup I ever thought I would see you in.” he smiled. “I hate to tell you, but you have lipstick in your eyebrows I think.” he said running his thumb over the red smear. 

“Yeah, I noticed,” you giggled. 

“You gonna keep it on to show the crew in the morning, or do you need help washing it off? I’ll support whatever,” he grinned, turning you around and putting his hand on the lower part of your back as you both looked in the mirror. 

“You know, I think Steve would appreciate seeing how makeup has changed over the years. It’s a nice form of art,” you said tilting your head as you examined the fine artwork done by the youngins. 

“That or give the old man a heart attack,” he said, mocking your tilt of the head. 

“I didn’t give you a heart attack,” you smiled up at him. 

“That’s because I’m very used to your dorkiness.” he kissed your cheek. 

“Awe, trying to suck up after your slip up. How cute...”

“I’m not going to live this down for a while, am I?” he sighed resting his chin on your shoulder now and embracing you from behind. 

“No. No you’re not.” you smiled, but behind it was a deadly promise. “But, like you, I’m not sure this is the right style for me. Doesn’t really fit.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really scream Y/N.” he nodded. 

“Ok. I’m going to wash this off and then I’ll be ready for bed. If you can’t tell by this alone, it was a very tiring and eventful night.” you sighed warming up the water. 

“Sounds like a plan doll.” he said, giving you one more kiss on the head before heading to the door. “And Y/N/N,” he said before you turned to look at him. “You look gorgeous 25/8. It’s nice to know some of us have a chance with you when you get done up like this.” he grinned.

You let out a single loud laugh before throwing a wash cloth at him as he ran out laughing himself. 

“Punk,” you mumbled, grinning wide as you went back to riding your face of the clown paste.

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[narcissasdaffodil]

Flufftober 2020

Day 10: Cooking

Writing this one from the same uni verse as two of these are currently.

“Hi, I was wondering if you would want to come over for food? It’s fine if you’re busy, but most of my flatmates are out so pretty much got the kitchen to myself.” Alecto read aloud the text in front of her, checking it through before she sent it off to Marisol, and sent it. She sat on the sofa, trying to find something to watch and ultimately failing. Why is there absolutely nothing on certain days of the week, anyway?

“Thank you, you’ve saved me from dealing with the state the kitchen is currently. Abby and I are the only people who clean up after ourselves, the rest of my flatmates are animals. I’ll be over in 10 ish minutes and let you know when I’m outside.” Marisol sent her a text back very quickly, which caused Alecto to laugh slightly. Wow. Both her and Abby have definitely drawn the short straw in terms of flatmates. You’re lucky, you mostly get along with everyone in your flat.

The kitchen was pretty quiet, meaning that Alecto jumped when she heard voices coming down the hallway. The door opened and someone flopped down next to her. She looked up to spot her flatmate Olivia.

“Still nothing on, then? Maybe try Netflix or watching a film? Also I bumped into Marisol as I was coming back, as you can probably tell.” Olivia grinned, curling up her long limbs into a ball and resting her chin on her knees. “Wait, did I make you jump? Oops.” She tapped the sofa, looking up at Marisol, who was still standing and moving from foot to foot, looking uneasy. “You can sit down if you want, we don’t bite or anything.”

Alecto put the remote down on the coffee table and put her other stuff in a neat stack on it, making her way to her feet and struggling slightly to get out of the low brown sofa. “Maybe you’ll have a bit more luck than me? Also you made me jump, but everyone does! It’s not just you doing that. Is pasta fine? Got pasta sauce I need to finish somehow. Also, Marisol, you can sit down, just relax. You’re a guest here,and guests don’t have to do the cooking. I don’t mind doing the cooking, I’ve been very bored the entire day so I need to do something to save me going crazy.” She retrieved pasta sauce from the fridge, setting it on the counter and putting the kettle on to boil for pasta. She found herself humming slightly as she waited, eventually retrieving her phone and a speaker and putting music on low, putting her playlist on shuffle. She went to her room to retrieve her pasta, making Olivia laugh when she came back with the massive bag.

“There’s still a pasta thief hanging about, then? How much food do you have stored in your room, anyway?” Olivia teased her slightly, flashing her a bright grin.

“Hmm, that would be telling. You’ll forever live in suspense regarding the amount of food in my room. As for the pasta thief, definitely. Keep your pasta in your room, otherwise don’t come complaining to me if it goes on a walk!” She smiled back, her grin reaching her eyes. She tapped her nose and promptly winked, pouring the water into a saucepan with 3 portions of pasta. Wait, Marisol’s a little quiet. Which is a bit off, she’s not usually this quiet.

She finishes sorting out the pasta and jumps out of her skin when Marisol appears beside her. She felt her feet leave the floor for a little bit, literally making herself jump, and she placed a hand to her heart, which was racing. “Wow, you scared me! Are you okay, you seem a bit quieter than usual.” Her tone turned serious, and she rested her arm around Marisol’s shoulders.

“It’s nothing much, just flatmate stuff. If I wasn’t with Abby, I’d ask for a room move, but I don’t want to leave her, that wouldn’t be nice. They keep having late night parties and I have the bad luck of the room right next to the kitchen, so it’s hard to sleep, which isn’t helpful when I have a 9am lecture. I hear them gossiping about me and Abby a lot, and it’s wrong. It’s not like any of them even tried to get to know either of us before they judged us. I don’t understand how partying this often is enjoyable and how they can attend lectures after drinking the night before. On top of that, they leave the kitchen in a state after parties and they don’t listen when we ask them to clean up. It keeps getting worse also.” Her voice was soft and she stared at the floor in front of her.

“Hang on. Liv, is there still two free rooms next to you? As we had people move rooms in the first two weeks. If so, we could try asking if both of you could switch floors. That might solve the issue.” Alecto’s eyes lit up as she had a brain wave, and called over to Olivia.

“You...you’d do that? Why? We don’t even know each other that well.” Marisol looked back at her, looking a little confused.

“Abby’s my best friend. And she’s very picky with people she chooses to befriend and I like you. I do see you as a friend, Abby has definitely talked to me about you a lot. I do accidentally scare people off with the way I am naturally and it does take a lot for me to befriend people too, but I like you. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it, anyway.” She turned to the pasta, stirring it with a fork to stop it sticking, then transferred the sauce to a bowl and warming it up in the microwave.

“Yep, there’s definitely two free rooms. It would be nice to have an even number of girls and guys to be honest, 5 guys to 3 girls can get a bit overwhelming at times. We do all get on, mostly anyway, which is a slight miracle.” Olivia called back from her position in front of the TV.

“Liv, could you get all of your crap off the table please? We kind of need that to eat.” Alecto called over. Marisol nearly went to help, until Alecto grabbed her hand gently.

“You’re a guest. Guests don’t have to do anything. All I want you to do is just stay with me here. Even if some of it is yours, Livia is very much capable of moving it herself.” Alecto said, her voice gentle and she smiled at Marisol, her heart fluttering slightly when the other girl returned the smile for the first time this evening.

She drained the pasta and served it into bowls, topping it with sauce, and putting cutlery neatly in each. She tried to balance all 3 bowls, but Marisol grabbed one before she could.

“Dont overload yourself, you’ve only got two hands. Let me help just this much.” Marisol said. To Alecto’s surprise, Marisol’s cheeks were slightly flushed. She ignored it, moving towards the table and setting down the bowls. Hang on! Drinks! Oh dear, can’t believe you forgot those. She stood up again, just as Olivia retrieved a giant Coke bottle and 3 glasses from behind the sofa, and opened the fizzy drink, pouring it into glasses. Alecto found herself staring at the bottle.

“How did you know that was there?” She was more than a little bit confused.

“That’s where I left it after my lecture. I was planning to move it when I got back, but forgot. I don’t know why I thought behind the sofa would be a good spot for it, but oh well. It doesn’t really matter, right?” Olivia laughed and nudged her gently to sit down again. Okaayy. That’s definitely odd, but don’t comment further on it. “I can practically see the cogs in your brain turning around. Don’t overthink it, it’s only a bottle behind the sofa.” Olivia laughed again.

To prevent further comments, Alecto readied a spoonful of the pasta, hoping she wasn’t blushing too much about the situation. She blew on it, and tried it. It was great, especially after accidentally skipping lunch. Everyone around the table fell silent, transfixed by the food in front of them. There was no sound apart from music.

“This is amazing! It’s obvious why I didn’t put up a fight about you taking over.” Olivia winked.

“Well...you’re the one who messed up while cooking popcorn in the microwave at 2am, and caused the fire alarm to go off. And you’ve nearly blew it up twice! So it’s not hard to be a better cook than you.” Alecto teased her slightly. It was no secret how hopeless Olivia was in the kitchen.

“That was you? That night was one of the only nights there was no party on my floor, but after the fire alarm went off I couldn’t sleep, which was hard considering the fact I had a 9am class that day! I had to survive off 2 hours of sleep, 5 cups of coffee and 2 naps, that wasn’t fun at all.” Marisol gasped, promptly glaring at Olivia.

“Oops. I’m hopeless, what can I say. I can offer you a free room, if that makes things better. We can talk with the accommodation people and ask Abby too, so you can have better flatmates and can sleep better. I’m definitely super serious about that, by the way.” Olivia reached out and squeezed Marisol’s hand gently.

Alecto looked out of the window, feeling herself zone out slightly. She was happy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she wanted more.

[thevintagebluebird]

Unpinned - Seared Fish with Creamed Kale and Leeks

Hello everyone - it’s been a minute. And Allan has been frequently playing NPR podcasts out loud. So hey! Welcome to the end of the longest winter ever to exist! We made it! I lost my energy to cook for a while there but I’m slowly getting back into it, usually sans instructions - I also subscribed to the NY Times and so now y’all are getting a newspaper recipe. We’re full adulting now. Buckle up.

Seared Fish with Creamed Kale and Leeks! Ah crap, I’ve just realize this is two NY Times recipes in a row. I promise the next one will be a handwritten recipe straight from my grandma. She just bought me a new safety mandolin and things are about to get LIT in my kitchen as a result. Safely. Anyway.

Verdict: Is the Pintrest photo complete bullshit? Yes. But to be fair, this was a complete struggle meal for me that I did not adequately prepare for and I used freakin’ frozen cod so like what did I expect.

Is it crazy expensive/time consuming/confusing? I classify the NY Times recipes as ‘intermediate’; I found this to have what felt like more steps than necessary, and took a while. It wasn’t too expensive except that kale and leeks are on my shopping list maybe once every five years, and non-frozen fish would’ve been well worth the money.

Does it taste good? YEAH. Way better than it had any right to taste. You’ll understand why later.

Seared Fish with Creamed Kale and Leeks

INGREDIENTS

4 (5- to 6-ounce) Arctic char or other mild fish fillets, such as salmon

Kosher salt and black pepper

1 ½ pounds curly kale

3 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 large leek (about 1/2 pound), trimmed, white and pale greens quartered lengthwise then thinly sliced

6 large fresh thyme sprigs

3 garlic cloves, minced

1 cup heavy cream

1 ½ teaspoons Dijon mustard

1 teaspoon chicken or vegetable stock concentrate, like Better Than Bouillion

Cooked white rice or pearl couscous, warmed, for serving

2 tablespoons olive oil

Prepare your fish: Pat the fish dry, then salt the skin side to help draw out moisture. Set on a plate and refrigerate, uncovered.

Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil over high. Prepare your kale: Pull the leaves off the stems and tear leaves into bite-size pieces. Wash vigorously, drain, then set aside.

In a medium saucepan, melt the butter over medium. Add the leek, thyme and garlic, season with salt and pepper, and cook, stirring frequently, until soft, about 7 minutes.

Stir in the cream and bring to a boil over high. Continue to cook on high until thickened, about 5 minutes. Using a fine-mesh sieve set over a liquid measuring cup or small bowl, strain the sauce, pressing to extract as much liquid as possible. (You should have about 1/2 cup sauce.) Set aside the solids and return the sauce to the saucepan. Whisk in the mustard and stock concentrate, and season with salt and pepper. Cover and set aside.

Discard the thyme sprigs and stir the cooked leek mixture into cooked rice, if desired. Season to taste with salt and pepper.

Once the sauce is done, blanch the kale in the boiling water until just wilted, about 2 minutes. Transfer to a colander to drain and rinse under cold water. Once cool enough to handle, squeeze out the excess liquid. Add to the strained cream, then season with salt and pepper. Cover, and warm over low, stirring occasionally.

Cook the fish: Heat the oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high. Pat the fish dry a second time, then season the skin with pepper, and the flesh with salt and pepper. Add to the hot oil, skin-side down, and cook until the skin is crispy and golden, about 3 to 4 minutes. Carefully flip the fish and cook until the outside starts to turn golden, but the thickest part of the fish is still slightly translucent, about 3 minutes.

Divide the rice (if using), creamed kale and fish among plates and serve immediately.

So here’s what you need! Sort of! You’ll notice I have store brand yellow mustard instead of dijon, coconut milk instead of cream, frozen cod instead of fresh char, no fresh thyme, and I forgot to photograph my (brown not white) rice. Like I said, this one was an unprepared-for struggle.

Our beloved, trusty, 15 year old CVS rice cooker. Hasn’t failed me yet. 

My sous chef rushing to help get the dishes unloaded so I can have some space in our new kitchen! It has counters mounted facing each other with just enough room for a Rew and an Allan to get precisely in each other’s way.

Do the ‘ol cold water dethaw on your bland fish. You couldn’t even remember to thaw the fish properly. You probably don’t deserve to be attempting a NY Times recipe. What were you thinking.

Pretend you have any idea how to make kale edible. The stem seems hard so shred the leafy bits off? The smug smile is a lie.

This kale will be edible right?! Definitely not curly, definitely not as much as the recipe called for.

Leeks! I actually LOVE leeks, I just never interacted with them growing up and don’t really understand which parts you’re supposed to chop/cook/eat and which are meant to be tossed. It’s easy with a carrot - cut off the green and eat the orange. But leeks are just ombre gradients of green then suddenly white? We eat it all? Are some parts better than others? How much is TOO much leek? Special appearance in the background by fancy chocolates from Salem.

Pardon my blurry photos, it is way past time for a new phone. They look like veggie clipped toenails. Delicious.

Ok now it’s time to share my real shame: my coconut milk had spoiled. I did not have any cream. I did not have any real milk. I frantically googled different cream replacements, NONE of which I had the ingredients for. So I made this absolute abomination. It is (forgive me): vanilla greek low-fat yogurt whipped into plain almond milk with a little bit of melted butter stirred in. It smelled like frosting gone bad.

OH WELL IN IT GOES. Things got vaguely...creamy. <eyebrow waggle>

Then it tells you to squeeze all the cream out of your beautiful leeks. Easier said than done. This process was messy and resulted in WAY less liquid than I had hoped - if I’d used real cream I would’ve just...added more. Instead I had leek-flavored vanilla greek yogurt almond juice. DO definitely save the leek bits for your rice!

Pour your pathetic amount of leek yogurt juice back into the pan and desecrate it with flippin’ yellow mustard and boullion. Push down the despair. Make sure to do this while hangry at like 9pm.

“Blanche” your kale, aka give it a day at the sauna. Boiling water for just two minutes then squeeze the ever loving heck out of it. Everything you’re cooking for this recipe ends up with tiny portions WHY.

YUM! Go mix your leek leftovers into your rice. Next time maybe just make leek leftovers and rice and skip everything else? At least this time you started the rice first, good job!

Mix the mustard yogurt juice with your wet leaves. How did all those ingredients shrink so damn much? You are so hungry.

Cook your fish. Remember at the very end you were supposed to, y’know, SEASON it. Absolute amatur hour over here.

Your warm wet leaf goo! It actually smells very good. This is my smallest saucepan, if that gives you any sense of what a tiny portion this made. Thank goodness for leeky rice.

Aaaaaaaaand plated! I told you it didn’t look anything like the Pintrest photo. It was promptly inhaled and while I know hunger is the best seasoning, Allan also agreed it was tasty despite him not liking any of the individual ingredients!

Final final verdict: I don’t have a ton of fish/seafood recipes in my repertoire, so I’m keeping this one around for now but would tackle it again with more kale and double the sauce ingredients, as well as, y’know CREAM and FRESH FISH. But for what a Frankenstein’s monster I made of it, it was pretty good! 

[doyouever-daydream]

Since we’re alone

A/N Hello lovely humans, this is my attempt to write what I wish would have happened in s13ep12, I’ve had this idea in my mind for a while and at the end it turned out to be more, uhm, cheesier? intense? Something like that, and I blame this song because I was in the middle of writing it when it came on my Spotify and boy, did it change the direction of this fic lmao. But seriously tho, I love the song and it’s beautiful and if any of you already know it, I love you too. Anywho, let me know what you think and enjoy! GIF is not mine.

This is another oneshot for my BAU does blind dates series for the blind date prompt for my @cmbingo​ card

Summary: When blind dates go wrong and the universe conspires Penelope and Luke end up spending their evening together, bonding over french fries and burgers.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez 

Warnings: Language (Luke says fuck once lmao)

Word count: 2801

Masterlist

“Since we’re alone, show me all that you are and if you get lost in the light, it’s ok, I can see in the dark”

“Everything happens for a reason”

Penelope stood outside the restaurant repeating those words to herself and feeling different things at once: disappointment, annoyment, sadness and hunger. She never even got to have dinner. She took a deep breath and started walking towards Esther, thanking God she had decided to meet her date here and not having him to pick her up. 

Despite what everyone might think, she had other friendships at work, not only the BAU, and one of those friends, Betty,  had offered to set her up in a blind date. Penelope was unsure if she wanted to be set up but her friend insisted she could find someone good for her but oh, what a mistake that had been. The guy was not only super late but incredibly rude to her. She held back the tears, but with her blurry vision she bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying atten- “ She couldn’t finish her sentence when she saw who was standing in front of her.

“Penelope? Hi, uh, what are you doing here?” Luke asked surprised but glad to see her.

“Uh, I was supposed to have dinner, what are you doing here?” For a moment she forgot the date gone wrong and was having mixed feelings about Luke Alvez being there wearing a black sweater and looking extremely handsome.

“I had a blind date” He replied with a blank expression on his face.

“Funny coincidence so did I” She looked less excited than him and he wasn’t that much excited.

“Was it bad?” He asked with a sympathetic look.

“Bad is an understatement, he was almost an hour late for starters” Her voice was full with frustration, she reminded herself to keep calm or she would end up crying in front of Luke and that wasn’t what she needed right now “Then when he arrived, he made it clear I wasn’t what he expected, he criticized my outfit, I won’t go in to many details but he made me feel like crap, now here I am, having wasted my Friday night with a guy who was not worth not even a minute of my time” Penelope closed her eyes and sighed, feeling less frustrated now that she had said everything out loud, maybe Luke wasn’t the ideal person to vent, but she was glad he was there.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? You should’ve left before he even arrived, he kept you waiting” He felt angry at the man who had done that to Penelope, she was so sweet to everyone she, out of all the people, didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.

“I know, I sat there longer being alone than with him and I am so mad at myself for not leaving before he got here it’s just…” She suddenly stopped, Penelope didn’t want to vent her insecurities in front of him.

“Just what?” He placed a hand in her shoulder, while searching for her eyes. “You need someone to talk and I happen to be here, please, tell me”

“It’s just I don’t date much, I’m not like, well other people, who have dates every weekend, I don’t get asked out a lot and I foolishly set my expectations too high and this clown, he was awful, he made fun of the way I dressed and…” She couldn’t keep the tears inside anymore and they silently fell on her cheeks, the whole scene had Luke feeling like finding the asshole and telling him off, but also he wanted to reassure Penelope that she was beautiful and deserved the world.

Suddenly Luke’s mind went somewhere he had been trying to avoid. Ever since he met Penelope, he knew she was special. As much as she tried to give him a hard time about being the new guy, she was really sweet. She cared so much for her friends, tried to see the silver lining in every situation and did anything she could to help others. Not to mention she was incredibly beautiful, more than once he had to force himself to stop staring at her, her eyes, her smile, her curves, her lips. Her lips were always a huge distraction for him whenever she was close, the times she presented a case, he focused on the casefiles rather than her.

But he was almost certain Penelope couldn’t see him in that way. She only saw him as a friend and he wanted to treasure that, it was the most he would have. 

“Penelope, don’t pay attention to whatever he said about you, none of what he could have said is true, I’m sure” He wanted to lift her chin so she could see in his eyes he meant it.

“How could you know? You weren’t there” She tried to smirk, while dried her cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter, I just know, now, you said you left, did you have dinner?” Penelope looked at him with soft eyes and Luke just wanted to take her in his arms and wash away the sadness.

“No, but it’s ok, I have food in my apartment” Penelope held her bag and started to feel self conscious about being too sensitive in front of Luke.

“I’m not about to leave you like that, what would you like to have for dinner? We’re gonna get it” He stood in front of her with both of his hands in her shoulders.

“I honestly don’t know” She said in a small voice.

“Come on, there’s something you must want to eat right now” Luke was trying to cheer her up.

“I don’t know, you choose” Knowing Penelope was willing to spend some time with him made his smile grow bigger.

“French fries? I love french fries” Luke had already eaten but he was always willing to make space for french fries.

“Sounds good, yeah, comfort food to makeup for the awful date, I’m in” The mood was lighter between them now.

Penelope agreed to follow Luke so he could take her to the “best diner in town” according to him. When she got there, she was unsure if the feeling in her stomach was because she was hungry or she was about to spend one on one time with Luke Alvez and his brown eyes and killer smile.

“Here we are” He opened the door for her and guided her to his favorite booth, close the window and far from the people, not that there were many people but he wanted to have a nice conversation and didn’t want the fuzz to get in the way of it.

“There’s a burger I think you should try” Penelope cut him off.

“I’m vegetarian, Luke”

“I know, this is a vegan burger, I’ve tried it before, it’s really good” His expression made him look like an excited kid, she was unsure why he seemed to be that happy but she brushed it off.

“Ok, I’ll try it”

The waiter took their orders and he went off to tell her how he knew this place and why he liked it so much.

“You sound like a food blogger, Alvez, are you sure you’re not one?” She asked while taking a french frie into her mouth.

“No, I’m not, but I really love it here, besides it’s open 24 hours so sometimes after a case, this place saves me from starving to death” He took a sip of his soda.

“So dramatic, Luke, now tell me how was your date?” She was genuinely curious to listen about her friend’s night.

“Phil set us up, she’s really nice and beautiful but there wasn’t a spark, you know?” He stared at Penelope thinking how this felt more right than the date he just had.

“Maybe you should give it another try, have a second date” There it was again, her kind heart, Luke thought.

“I don’t think I’ll do it, I mean I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her and Phil but just that, nothing else” He spoke as if he was trying not to get into trouble.

“Ok, but don’t miss out on someone just because you’re afraid or something”

“What are you trying to say, Penelope?” 

“It’s just, sometimes people prefer to run away before trying to see if there’s a future there, you know? You said she is really nice and beautiful, that sounds like a catch” He almost fell as if she was scolding him, which put a playful smirk on his face.

“Oh, come on, now I have to marry her just because of what I said?” He joked.

“No, listen what I’m saying, I say it out of experience, don’t give up on something that could be good just because you’re feel unsure at first”

“I’m not gonna argue with you, I’ll try to call her and see if she wants to go out some other day, alright?” He lied just so she would stop insisting.

“Alright, if you end up marrying her and having children, I want to be godmother” She winked.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, now let me show you how french fries should be eaten” Her eyebrows shot up in amusement at the sudden change of subject.

“What are you gonna do? You have a reputation that precedes you, you know?

Luke gasped feigning hurt. While he put barbecue sauce and caesar salad dressing on the side of the plate of fries they were sharing.

“That doesn’t look good” She admitted while scrunching her nose.

“Maybe, but it tastes really good, come on, try one” He put up the plate with one hand and with the other he took some fries dipped them in the mix and the ate them.

“Ok, just because you’ve been a great company tonight” She tried them and was pleasantly surprised it tasted good.

“See? I was right” He had a cocky smirk and Penelope rolled her eyes.

They ate the rest of their food in a comfortable silence, that was until Luke noticed Penelope was too deep in thought and the look on her eyes gave away she was still thinking about the earlier encounter she had.

“Watcha thinking about, chica?” He carefully watched her getting out of her thoughts.

“Should I be less… Uh, colorful? Wear less patterns?” She said in a serious voice.

“Not if you don’t want to” He replied with the same tone.

“I know I say I’m eternally young but does the way I dress or talk makes me look or sound, I don’t know, ridiculous?” She looked at him pleading honesty.

“No, no” He replied within a second she had finished speaking “Penelope, you are… I don’t even know how to describe it, you’re you, and that’s beautiful, you are beautiful and whoever doesn’t see that or tries to change the way you see yourself is an absolute moron, I cannot begin to explain how wrong they are” He licked his lips, knowing he was about to come out and say much more than he intended to.

“I am not lying when I say you are everything that is good in this world, and in my world, you are the light at the end of the tunnel, the color that brings my days to life, and I know I sound incredibly cheesy but it’s true, the whole reason why Phil set me up tonight was because I told him I had feelings for you and I needed to get over them because I know you won’t feel the same way, and seeing you beat yourself up over what some dickhead said is not ok with me, you are your own person, with your clothes and the way you talk and you’re million different glasses and your optimism, your way of loving people, your intelligence, I could go on and on if you wanted me to just so I can prove to you, how incredible you are, Penelope Garcia.”

Penelope was speechless and very touched by what Luke had said, never in a million years she would’ve thought he thought that much of her. He felt that way towards her.

Luke was also surprised that he had said all of that out loud, after trying to lock it in the back of his head for the past few months. He held her hand across the table and squeezed it.

“I-I-I don’t know what to- what…” Penelope was unable to speak coherent sentences. She wasn’t sure if she was dreaming, so she just stared at him wide eyed and open mouthed. Luke had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t going to be turned down so he continued pouring his heart out now that he had finally dared to do so.

“Ok, since you’re not going to talk just yet, would it be crazy of me to ask you for a chance? A chance to see if something can go from here? Please” He pleaded with his eyes, not letting go of her hand.

She swore he could feel her heart beating faster and faster, for the second time in her life, she felt it was going to come out of her chest.

“Luke, it’s me you’re talking about” He looked at her trying to make sense of her words “I can be me, with all my quirks and my-” He cut her off.

“Didn’t you listen to me? That’s what I want, you, all of you, if you feel the slightest willing to try, let’s do it, I’ll do everything I can to not break your heart” She was still at loss of words and Luke’s confidence was wearing off but he had one more thing to say “A friend told me I shouldn’t give up on something that could be good just because I’m afraid” 

“I told you I said it out of experience and that’s because I’m good at running, running away from relationships and commitment”

“It’s ok, I like the chase” And with that he leaned over the table and kissed her. If any of them needed proof that there was electricity between them, that was it. The feeling that went down their spines when their lips touched could not be compared to anything they’ve ever felt before.

When they pulled apart, it was Penelope’s turn to squeeze his hand.

“Alright, let’s try it then” Her smile and her eyes made him almost feel dizzy.

A month later, Penelope and Luke were feeling more than happy with the way things were, it had been a month of getting to know each other even more over date nights whenever they weren’t on a case. The team was ecstatic learning.they were together, everyone had a feeling they were good for each other.

“Penelope!” Betty, her work friend, called out to her and Penelope regretted coming down at that time.

“Hey Betty” She tried to be nice, it wasn’t her fault that her friend was an asshole.

“How are you, little liar?” Betty said with furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” She was surprised at the accusation.

“You stood up my friend, that wasn’t very nice, Pen” Her friend’s face softened.

“I didn’t stood him up, he was an idiot, I’m sorry but he was” She felt bad saying that about Betty’s friend but it was true.

“How could you know that if you never showed up?” Betty’s confused look mirrored Penelope’s. 

“I did show up and your friend Ben was not only late but rude to me”

“He told me you didn’t show up, that he waited almost an hour for you” Betty knew something wasn’t right, neither of them lied “Are you sure it was Ben? The Ben I sent you the picture of?” Penelope hadn’t seen any picture.

“What? I didn’t see a picture, you told me his name was Ben” Penelope unlocked her phone and there it was, below the text that read Remember his name is Ben, was a picture of a man that wasn’t the one she had the misfortune to meet.

“Oh, Penelope, who the hell did you have dinner then?” Betty was now laughing, unaware that the first date she had that night went terribly wrong.

In that moment Luke walked  by and saw Penelope, she also looked at him and smiled.

“It doesn’t matter, say sorry to Ben for me, ok? I have to go” She never took her eyes off Luke while he looked curious as to what she was saying.

She approached him and her smile grew bigger.

“What is making you smile so big this morning, Penelope?” He asked with his own smile adorning his face.

“Everything happens for a reason, Luke, everything happens for a reason”

[kuroko26]

Kagaminette fic part 2

This is basically a whimsical, somewhat silly sequel of a kagaminette fic in an "Oni-chan AU" created by @gale-of-the-nomads that I wrote.

Had this on the making since May but I was a tad stuck....

Anyway, I hope you enjoy

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Part 2: let's get some ice cream

Another day started for Kagami Tsurugi. Just yesterday, she made the resolution of winning the love of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a classmate of her fencing partner and fellow student, Adrien Agreste. At first, she didn't have a positive opinion of the younger girl because she appeared to be stringing Adrien along but it was all a misunderstanding and once that was cleared and they actually interacted one on one, Kagami was completely stricken by Cupid's arrow. She fell in love with Marinette!

That being said, she was not blind to the blue haired girl's infatuation to her rival. After all, they knew each other for a considerable period of time and she could understand what Marinette sees in him...at least until recent events.

When it seemed an opportunity has arisen, it all ended with her getting akumatized once more out of anger for the sadness her hime was feeling thanks to that liar's machinations.

Ladybug saved her once more and even listened to her venting about the circumstances that led to her akumatization.

She wasn't sure if she actually told the superheroine about her crush on the blue eyed girl and she hoped she didn't as it was something to be known on her own terms…

The decision was made: she would invite Marinette to eat ice cream with her and start to bond with her as the first step to winning her heart.

'what if she doesn't return your feelings?' an ugly voice in her head asked prompting the fencer to reply with certain force:

"Then I'll accept it and be the pillar she needs in the present. Also, don't think you can deter me from trying you unexpected insecure unconscious!"

Along that "voice", came those weird dreams revolving around her desire to ask Marinette out for ice cream. Scenarios like but not limited to: being in her Oni-Chan form and carrying Marinette on her shoulder to eat ice cream, her dueling Adrien and stabbing him (non fatally of course) and carrying Marinette on her shoulder off to eat ice cream and last but not least bizarre, Kagami arriving to the school entrance in a motorcycle (which she wanted to have in the future), dressed in a tokofukku and asking Marinette on a date while Korpiklaani (one of her secret guilty pleasures) played on the background.

"Why in the world would I, of all people, go to school dressed as some lowly bousouzoku!?"

This last thought crossed as she tried to meditate to calm her mind and prepare for today's school day before she was called for breakfast, which just happened as soon as she finished that train of thought.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Breakfast went okay without a problem as Kagami ate quietly while putting all her thoughts into accomplishing today's mission.

"Mother I'm finished so I'll be going to school. Will I see you for lunch?"

"Of course. I'll tell you if some eventuality occurs; now be safe and have a productive day"

Tomoe sensed something was a bit off with her daughter and while she expected for daughter to be able to sort whatever issue she was dealing with if possible but if not, she also expected, more like hoped, that Kagami would come to her.

Xxxxxxx

Morning went without problems of any kind in Kagami's class and went lunch time finally came, two things happened before she could even reach Marinette:

1) Marinette wasn't at the cafeteria when she got there

2) She received a message saying the driver, Takeo, was already here to take her to have lunch with her mother and she knew better than making her wait

Lunch was mainly peaceful and amicable though inside the fencer's mind all she could think of is to fulfill her little quest even if things were starting to look a tad difficult.

"Kagami is something the matter? You seem rather hiperfocused today"

"It's nothing I can't handle mother. I'm returning to school now. I'll see you at home at night"

As Kagami was about to cross the door, Tomoe said the words that would make her usually cool demeanor falter.

"Good luck with that "Hime" person by the way"

"D'oh!" Kagami reflexively said while recoiling her body a bit. She thought it was all kept in her mind but she didn't realize she was muttering it all and her mother picked it up.

"Do not "D'oh!" Young lady, it's unbecoming of a Tsurugi now go before your Hime gets away" finished the Tsurugi matriarch with a hint of a teasing smirk.

Kagami opted for a quick exit before she would feel even more embarrassment.

"I told you she could swing both ways mistress" said the butler that was picking things up from the table.

"And I don't mind provided is someone worthy of my daughter and our lineage"

Xxxxxxxxxx

School was done for the day and she didn't have fencing practice. Nothing was going to stop her this time.

Not even a conniving person standing outside the door of Marinette's classroom.

"Kagami! Is good to see you! Are you looking for someone? Adrien had to go to a photoshoot with his father if that's who you are looking for"

"Rossi... I'm not looking for Adrien on this occasion and about who I'm looking for... I'd rather keep it to myself" said the fencer promptly while entering the classroom in search of her person of interest, who sadly, wasn't in the classroom anymore and unfortunately; a pest that didn't want to go apparently.

"You know, since I've started to bond more with Adrien and Mr. Agreste, I thought we could do the same. For example, I could help you avoid the wrong people to associate with like Ma-"

"I'm stopping you right here. Gossip and badmouthing will not get you anywhere with me. Regardless of my friendship with Agreste, unless you actually stop perpetuating a stereotype, I'd rather keep my distance" the fencer interrupted Lila and left her behind and angry that her scheme hadn't worked.

Of course she was going to slander Marinette and she would be damned of she fell for such petty tactic, not when she had important things to do.

She didn't have to look further because Marinette was a few steps before her and it seems that she was looking for her as well.

"Hi Kagami. Aurore told you were looking for me...is something the matter?"

"There's nothing wrong Marinette" Kagami didn't like how tired and defensive the younger girl sounded and looked. She definitely had to do something about it.

"I've been wondering if you would like to eat ice cream with me this afternoon? I wanted to know how were you feeling after the last time we talked...if you're actually busy then there's no problem, we can do it on another occasion"

"Actually, I'm free this afternoon so I accept your invitation Kagami. Do you know Andre?"

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Since Kagami hadn't visited Andre's ice cream stand before, Marinette guided them both said place. They didn't said a word to each other, neither knowing how to start a conversation at the moment but both had to admit the silence was comfortable enough in their mutual company.

One look at them and Andre managed to make a special ice cream for the two of them. It had blueberry, blackberry and cranberry with a bit of chocolate sauce and a cherry on top; a ladybug themed ice cream? Kagami inferred and Marinette had the same opinion until a few scoops later she had this little revelation:

"Is this ice cream Kagami themed!?"

She had heard many stories about how Andre had a good eye for potential couples as her parents loved to claim in their engagement story and it's true that Kagami cared about her more than she thought possible but still, love was a bit of a sore issue given the one person she was fully in love with, had let her down many times in the past weeks. She honestly didn't know what to think or feel.

"So after the last incident, how have you been? Have you gotten enough sleep? Are you eating well?" Marinette inquired, making Kagami swoon internally but she was more interested in how the blue eyed girl was doing.

"I have been fine thanks for asking. But I'm more interested in how have you been. I heard you're having a hard time as of late"

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, the blunette started retelling how her problems with Lila started from the Tinnitus to a moment during a class intermission where Lila bragged about how one of her family members owned a successful chain of bakeries and while she had heard so many good about my family's business, she couldn't help but to think that they were lacking in quality.

"Lacking! And then she goes and talks big about the supposed pastries she can make while low key insulting my family's business and ability and when I understandably get mad, let it know and I get labeled as the bad guy because I supposedly attacked poor Lila when she was just trying to give me "constructive criticism"!

I'm starting to think that so many akumatizations are starting to affect their IQ… *takes a deep breath* then, I get another sermon from Adrien about the high road and all of that crap…. I shouldn't have said that about him but his advice is not helping me at all... it's like everyone but me gets their feelings protected and well, is making me reconsider a lot of things in my life"

Pausing for a moment, Marinette realized that Kagami was holding her closer while rubbing her back tenderly. She hadn't feel the warmth of another person aside from her owns parents in a long time that she almost forgot what it felt like and she was enjoying every moment of it, even putting her head on the fencer's shoulder.

"Thank you. I've been on my own during this for a long time that it's always good to have someone in my corner if you get what I mean"

"I completely understand. Marinette, I know we didn't start on the best terms thanks to my assumptions but I now know that I was wrong; I admire not only the way you put all you've got into your passions but your integrity even if you can be impulsive and a bit insecure so I would like to be there for you if you'll let me”

Kagami put as much as sincerity in her words to convey her feelings and good intentions to her love interested and actually succeeded because Marinette's face lightened so to speak.

"Thank you Kagami. This means a lot to me...would you like to exchange phone numbers and e-mails? I would love to keep contact with you, maybe hang out together in the future...but it's okay if you-"

"I would be honored, Marinette. Of course you can have my number and e-mail" the fencer replied while internally celebrating she had made considerable progress in a day with Marinette.

After finishing the ice cream, Kagami followed Marinette to the bakery to wait for the chauffeur to pick the fencer up. They spent the time in idle chatting and when the time came for Kagami to go back home, the blunette have her a packet of cookies as thanks for the nice time they just had.

She treasured the gesture and present so much that she kept the little box, taking good care of it  and using it to store pencils, pens, erasers and such.

Perhaps next time they could have lunch together.

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And that's it! Hope you liked it or at least entertained you. I made a lot of references to some post about Kagami carrying Marinette to eat ice cream from other blogs like @nobodyfamousposts , @gale-of-the-nomads or @lenoreofraven (I think)

@beebeebombam , I used your fanart to create a scene so to speak; just to let you know

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Affinity - Ch. 18 (10.18)

McDanno, A03, 10.18

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas.  Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be?   (The answer is yes).

 And a note:  It’s my opinion that Steve was clearly joking with Danny about having a date with the “cute vet.”  Emma told Steve just a few weeks ago that she was seeing someone else; Steve is just being a little shit and teasing Danny.  And of course, no date actually happens - instead, they end up at Rick’s bar, bickering over how Steve hasn’t brought his wallet with him for ten years...  (But I didn’t watch next week’s trailer and I don’t want to... who knows...)

Chapter 18

Steve sits in his truck, putting off the inevitable.  Usually he’s happy to pull into his driveway, especially when he knows Danny is in his house, probably getting dinner ready or checking out what’s new on his favorite delivery app.  But not right now.

It’s not like Steve can put it off much longer.  As soon as Danny sees his face, Danny’s going to know something’s wrong.  He might as well man up and get it over with.

Inside, he can smell tomato sauce bubbling on the stove – they’re eating in tonight, then.  Steve’s not sure if this is better or worse.  Danny will be in a good mood, but that just means he has further to fall.

Of course, this assumes Danny will be upset about Steve’s news.  He might actually be relieved, but that thought just makes Steve ache even more, so he pushes it aside.

“Hey, dinner will be ready soon, but I forgot to get salad stuff – if you really want it, you have time for a quick trip to the store.”  Danny comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.  “Personally I’m fine without it, but I know how you feel…” Danny’s voice trails off as he sees Steve.   “What’s wrong?”

 Steve slumps over to the couch. That was fast even for Danny. “Why does something have to be wrong?”

 Danny just gives Steve a look and sits down in the chair next to Steve, tossing the dish towel on the coffee table. His white t-shirt is a little damp, and he’s wearing his most comfy shorts, the ones that look like he hacked off an old pair of sweatpants.  It’s Danny at his cuddliest, and Steve wants to grab him and never let go.  But now, sadly, is not the time.

 “You met with the governor this afternoon, right?  So tell me what happened?  Did your grenade budget get cut again?”  Danny’s trying to keep his voice light, but he’s caught on to Steve’s mood, and he knows there’s more to it than the annual argument over Five-0’s outrageous expenses.

 “No, nothing like that.”

 “So what, then?”  Danny scoots forward.  “Tell me, come on.”

 Steve sighs.  “It was the most incredibly awkward meeting of my life. Possibly of anyone’s life.”

 Danny perks up.  “Really?”

 “Don’t get so excited.”

 “Come on, such drama - it’s got to be good.”

 “Not so much.”  

 Danny waits, and when Steve doesn’t elaborate, he hits him on the arm.  Kind of hard.

 “Ow.”

 “Spill.”

 “Fine.  We talked about Junior and Tani.”

 Danny’s posture immediately changes, his shoulders tightening.  “What about Junior and Tani?”

 “Their relationship.  Apparently the powers that be are not pleased.”

 Danny springs out of his chair and starts pacing.  “What the hell?  There’s nothing wrong with them being together – it’s no one’s business – it’s certainly not the Governor’s business-”

 “It is, really,” Steve says. “One, there’s a no fraternization rule-”

 “Since when do you care about rules?”

 “Two, it could create a legal problem. Three, it could create a morale problem.”  He’s counting off on his fingers, trying to remember what the Governor – and the Governor’s lawyers – said.  “Oh yeah, four, appearance of impropriety.”

 “Appearance of – how is that any different than a morale problem?”  Danny’s trying not to shout, Steve can tell, but he wouldn’t blame him if he did. Steve got all his shouting out back at City Hall.

 “Morale among the team, versus appearance to the public,” Steve recites.

 Danny’s waving his arms, practically vibrating with anger.  “That’s not going to happen, morale on the team is fine, we’re all happy for them, they’re adorable, they’re just kids, what the hell kind of rule is this-”

 “Danny, come on.  This isn’t news.  We always knew it could be a problem.”

 “They don’t even report to each other,” Danny protests.

 “And that’s the only thing that saved them from being transferred off Five-0.  But the Governor still isn’t happy – if either one of them becomes, what was the word, disgruntled, they could sue.”

 “For what?  What would they sue for?”

 Steve rubs his face.  “Sexual harassment, or retaliation.  Say they break up, and then Junior gets pissed because he thinks Tani is getting better assignments, and he accuses someone on the team of being mad at him because they blame him for the break-up.  Or they’re on the rocks, and one of them pushes too hard, and the advance is unwelcome.”

 “That’s not going to happen, not with them.”

 “What if they’re together, and their judgement is affected, and someone gets hurt on a case?”

 Danny frowns, and Steve imagines he’s running through all the times they did crazy-ass things for each other, taking arguably unwarranted risks with people’s lives.  “You really think two people have to be bumping uglies for that to happen?”

 “No, but making that point really wasn’t going to help their case.”

 Danny deflates.  “What happens now?  Can they still work together?”

 “If they sign a love contract.”

 “A what?”  

 “A love contract,” Steve repeats. “A statement acknowledging that the relationship is voluntary and consensual, that they’re free to end it, they will abide by the sexual harassment policy, and a bunch of other legal crap.”

 “That sounds ridiculous.”

 “And I have to bring them in to the City lawyer’s office tomorrow and sit there while they say the same thing.”

 There’s a long pause, and then Danny gets up and goes back into the kitchen.  “Gotta make sure nothing’s burning,” he says, tossing the towel over his shoulder.

 Long minutes go by, and Danny doesn’t come back out into the living room.  Steve has a hunch as to why.  He pulls out his phone and checks his email, giving Danny a few more minutes to process, and then follows him into the kitchen.

 Danny’s chopping basil by the sink, and Steve grabs a leaf and pops it in his mouth.

 “Hey, cut it out, you’ll lose a finger,” Danny says tensely, his eyes firmly fixed on his task.

 “Penny for your thoughts?”

 “Fuck off,” Danny says, “you know what I’m thinking.”

 “Yeah, but it’s easier to respond if you actually say something.”

 Danny puts the knife down and turns towards Steve, leaning on the counter behind him.  “I report to you,” he says.

 “Technically, yes.”

 “So even with a love contract, that wouldn’t be enough.  We can’t date.”

 “The topic didn’t come up, obviously. But… yeah, I get the feeling that it might be a harder sell than Tani and Junior.”

 Danny doesn’t respond, but he digs his phone out of his shorts and swipes around for a few seconds, then hands it to Steve.

 It’s showing a reservation for dinner tomorrow night.  For two.   For the briefest of moments, Steve wonders if Danny has met someone.  Then he sees the name of the restaurant, one his favorites, the Beach House in Haleiwa.

 Steve can’t do anything but stare at Danny, who takes his phone back and shoves it into his pocket.  “We both have off tomorrow.  Figured we’d do something together.  Go for a hike, maybe.  Have dinner.  You wouldn’t even have to iron a shirt.”

 “Danny… is this…?”  Steve doesn’t want to ask, can’t quite form the words. It’s been weeks of limbo, weeks of Steve trying so hard to wait patiently, telling himself that he’ll be okay no matter what Danny decides, that they’ll both be okay, that their friendship can handle whatever comes next.  Joking about pretend dates with other people that Danny knows will never happen, just to try to take the pressure off Danny.  Being the very best friend he can be, always.  It’s been hard, but Steve hasn’t stopped hoping, hasn’t stopped wanting.  He’s not sure he can.  

 “Yeah, it’s a date,”  Danny says, and Steve feels his heart skip a beat.  “Anyway, it was supposed to be.  I wanted to take you out.  Tell you I’m ready, if you still want… this.”  Danny looks up at Steve, his eyes imploring.  “I’m ready, I want to - but now – how can we…?”

 Steve presses his lips together, his mind racing to come up with anything convincing, any way to persuade Danny that the Governor’s new-found interest in Five-0’s interpersonal relationships isn’t going to be the fatal blow to their reunion.  It’s hard to think straight, though, over the pounding of his heart.

 “You really want us to be together?”  Steve asks, his hands trembling at his sides.  “You’re sure?”

 “Yeah, I’m sure, but-”

 That’s all Steve needs.  With a sharp inhale, the rest of the world disappears, and all he can see is Danny.   “Forget about the Governor,” Steve says firmly, stepping into Danny’s space, crowding him up against the counter.  “Do you trust me?”

 Something shifts in Danny’s expression, and when he speaks, his voice is tender.  “I do, Steve.”

 “Then kiss me.”

 Danny tilts his head, then brings his hand to the back of Steve’s head and pulls him close.  Danny’s lips are soft, and his mouth is warm, and Steve feels almost mesmerized by his touch.  He slides his hands around Danny’s shoulders, feeling the strength of his muscles bunching under his t-shirt, and ends the kiss with a sigh.

 Danny pulls back just enough to look at Steve, his eyes sparkling.  “So we’re gonna do this again, are we?”

 “Yeah.  I won’t fuck it up this time, I-”

 Danny cuts him off with another kiss, and Steve laughs against his mouth.  “No more apologies,” Danny says into the air between them.  “We’re good.”  Danny moves closer and kisses him again, and this time he presses harder, opening his mouth and finding his way into Steve’s.  Danny’s got one hand on his waist, and Steve’s gripping Danny’s t-shirt, and they kiss until they have to pause for breath, panting and grinning and generally feeling altogether wonderful.

 Steve’s still not sure how they’re going to avoid getting fired, but right now, he simply doesn’t care.  He’s got Danny back in his arms, and that’s what’s important.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Hold on, we’re coming (The Borderlands Series, Part 10.)

Series description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert would have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?

Part Summary: Teaming up can be a good thing - unless your teammated are barely a useful piece of crap and more than half of them is not mentally in the best state

Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They’re badass and don’t give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @notaliteraltoad​

Series master list:  H E R E

You haven't seen, hear, or noticed Janey and Scooter the whole afternoon - which was the best thing that had happened to you over the last few weeks. As far as Hammerlock and Wainwright's hospitality went, they let you eat as much as you could, have a cup of a really strong coffee, and to have some sleep. It was painfully obvious that no-one won't have even a fucking nap during your time on Pandora and Athenas.

Wainwright was so nice that he gave each of some fresh clothes - but no matter how hard everyone tried, you were persistent with keeping the old, baggy sweatpants Rayray has decorated with the spraypaint earlier. You didn't know why, but you got a feeling of safety when you wore them. They were somehow familiar to you with their scent and everything.

Later that day, just minutes before you were about to take off from Eden-6 after picking Hammerlock, Wainwright did as he promised. A small package wrapped in what seemed like a tapestry torn off from a wall was put in front of you. And dearest Lord, weren't you just excited? Heart-eyes could be seen in your face as you sighed, thanking him with a smile. You barely smiled, but this... This was worthy of a smile.

When you opened it up, there was a fairly new silver revolver, ugh, the cravings of flowers on it were adorable. You sighed, having a total heart-eyes for the Jakobs man, touching the gun from all the angles you could. Yeah, you maybe couldn't shoot from revolvers for the deepest shit, but you weren't planning on telling Mr. Jakobs. This gun was too perfect.

"I call it the Wild Rose of Pandora. It's not that old, so it should be firing just good, miss." - Wainwright smiled and you got to the other item. To your surprise, it was an old Tediore shield. But it seemed to be working just fine. That made you look on Wainwright with a question. - "As I was informed, you're the only one who hadn't packed one, so I've searched a few of my wardrobes to find you one."

You opened your lips with surprise. Then you opened your eyes just as Scooter usually as you thought about your excuse. - "I was living in a pretty... Deep... Shithole... On Pandora. These were my neighbors, so you had the idea. We don't use shields there." - You smiled and attached the shield to some belt you were given as well because that shield would probably drag your sweatpants to your ankles.

It was a funny sight to look at the almost invisible glow that appeared on your skin. You didn't feel more protected or better in any way - that was when Athena took the revolver and shot at you, making you scream. You opened up your lips into a big O as you took the gun back and got her into your sight.

"Is everyone here fucking crazy? Am I the only fucking one reasonable?" - You yelled at Athena, making Ray and Blindy look at you. It seemed fun because you had Athena at your gunpoint, but the story couldn't be different.

"LOOK AT ALL THOSE CHICKEN!" - Ray shouted and jumped into the air with happiness. You looked at them, seeing how Blindy is chuckling at the view he was given. - "Ray! No! I'm not going to kill anyone! Why the fuck are you so keen on killing people?" - You asked and but the gun to a holder.

"If I might say, you seem to be the only one with an actual psychosis. I was just trying if its working and look at you, you're still standing and being a bitch to everyone." - Athena grinned, leaving you with Wainwright. For a moment, you just watched her back leaving before you noticed that Blindy and Ray still watching you as the second incarnation of Christ.

"What are you waiting for, fuckers? Should I start crying or... What?" - You asked coldly, making the boys leave you alone with Wainwright. That was when you got some proper heart-eyes again. - "Thank you for the gun and shield, it means much to me. I hope it's going to help in any way."

"Sure thing, miss. I hope that you will keep an eye on Hammerlock while I won't be there." - Wainwright smiled back at you and you simply nodded, making the promise sealed. You hoped that you won't have your ass blew or neck cut as soon as you get somewhere.

"Everyone ready?" - Athena asked the rest of the party, preparing to initiate the fast travel process. Everyone shut up when you walked to the machine first. Athena's hand on your arm stopped you from putting your palm there. - "Step aside and don't act like you know everything."

"What have I done to you? First, you shoot at me, then you tell me I'm acting like an asshole, let's just get done. I'm going to go first, you come after me. I can manage the jackasses on the other side." - You mumbled and pushed the palm off of you. Athena kept her eyes on you, but she stepped aside just as you looked on the others.

"Whatever happens on the other side, keep this asshole alive, because I'm not willing to have my head blown off my fucking body because hed die. Are we on the same wave here?" - You asked and when everyone nodded, you put your palm into the device. You didn't have too many chances to try Fast travel either - but boy oh boy, you preferred it when all the next travel devices you had were actual rockets.

You kinda forgot about the pull the machine had and about the small needles that the machinery stuck into your palm and forearm. You put your fingers together while the other looked at the machine pulling you in. Or that was how the others were seeing it - in reality, the machine was taking your DNA material from one place while it started recreating your body on the other side. It felt like proper tearing you apart.

When you gained consciousness in the final destination, you fell flat on your back; onto your whole fucking shotgun in its glory. You couldn't see for a fucking a step away from you, you didn't know what was happening - you only heard yourself screaming. - "Motherfucker! Is everyone on this fucking planet a psycho bitch?"

"Tina! Had you moved the Fast travel on the roof again?" - A tired, drunk voice asked someone. You heard a chuckle next to your head and someone had bowed down to you. It was a girl, who gripped your t-shirt and dragged you away since another of your friends started Fast travel.

"Because it's fun, Mordy! You should see this one! It was so cute when she fell on her back, I almost felt the spinal cords crackin', blood rushin', and bones flyin' out of her body!" - The lady yelled victoriously, having on a big smile. Without realizing, you scaredly pushed the gun into her face. The only thing she did was that she kicked it out of your palms.

"This one's reaaaally funny, Mordy, you should see her! She just pushed a revolver up ma face like she thinks that momma Tina is afraid of these child toys!" - She yelled at Mordy, which had probably saved your ass, because otherwise, Tina would've tied you up to a bomb, watching how high can your ass fly up into the sky. The man with the alcohol bottle came to you and put Tina's foot off of you. She was obviously offended by what he has done, but she chose just to put her forearms in front of her chest and to look at both of you with a furrow.

"That's the gal from Scooter, you psychotic ass." - Mordecai said to defend you, but that was all he could say before something just assaulted your face. You've had enough at that point. You were on the verge of completely shutting down mentally... And that wasn't flattering at all. Youve learned seconds after that the the thing was Talon, some birdy pet that obviously belonged to Mordecai.

You were saved - because at that moment both Janey and Athena fell flat on their backs too. - "See? That's what I mean, Mordy. They are little cutesy things just fallin' down from the motherhumpin' sky waitin' for me to grill them with some great sauce and eat them!" - Tina exclaimed and then she stopped, putting her hands on her hips. - "Why do I wanna eat cute stuff?"

"Fallin' from ten meters isn't cute at all!" - Janey huffed angrily, helping you on your feet. - "Yo guys need to better up your safety conditions or one day, there might die someone!" - She looked at both of them, checking up if you're alive - so, naturally, you shushed her off. You might have been out of breath, but you weren't dying. So far, so good.

"Okay, okay, miss rude temper problems, I'll put it somewhere on the ground so you people who can't handle a bit of fun won't die out of spine crack." - Tina rolled her eyes while Mordecai slowly approached you, both Janey and you, having a sorry look on his face. - "Since Brick left Boomtown to handle some other stuff, she's been like that. I swear that normally, she doesn't tell people she'll eat them the first time she sees them."

"Is fine, ma name's Janey and this gal is Y/N! Scooter has a thingy for her so she's kinda in the family business now!" - Janey explained happily and that was when Tina joined your conversation. She gripped your shoulders as both bandit boys fell down on their back, following each of you with being out of breath and almost dying. Before Tina could say something else, Ray was too quick with his word.

"THIS BITCH EMPTY. YEET!" - He yelled and from literal nowhere, Tina pulled of some kind of crazy Maliwan gun, pointing directly onto his freaking forehead. You furrowed, put your palms in front of yourself to clam her down a bit. - "He's with us and he cool, I swear, girl." - You mumbled, not realizing that you're standing directly under the Fast travel station spawning point. Tina rose her chin a bit, watching you standing there, then she smiled and put the Maliwan gun away.

"'ight, I believe you, Scooter's soon-to-be wedded wife. I love weddings! Mordy, tell her I love weddings! I love how everyone seems to be soooo happy until you show the bomb you got them for a present before it all blows up!" - She yelled maniacally. You wanted to defend yourself but at that moment, Scooters butt fell on you. You grunted, thinking something about killing someone, shooting in the air, or booming the whole fucking Boomtown. - "Look! Ya boyfriend is here! Oh, am I softenin' or is this extremely romantic?" - She bit her lip, leaning to look at you both. As soon as you were sure that Scooter is too alive, you basically threw him off your thighs.

This whole adventure was fucking you up mentally, not even speaking about your physical side. You wanted to sit down into the corner and cry. Once even Hammerlock made it there, you moved the Fast Travel station and started another part of your totally flawless plan - making your way to Athenas.

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e5 Live blog

“The Martial Arts Tournament”

Alright I’m back to the regular live blog schedule and theres 2 things before we get started. 1) OH MY GOD DO-S IS THE EPISODE THUMBNAIL WE GET TO SEE ALL THE MONSTERS POPPING UP and 2) DOES THAT MEAN WE’LL SEE ZOMBIEMAN TRAILING MARTIAL GORILLA BECAUSE IF SO I sincerely apologize in advance yall must be aware by now how that’s going to go down on this blog. Anyway, as always I’m watching this from the perspective of someone who is caught up on both the manga and web comic. Los geht’s!

Yup the centipede movement is still creepy as hell. I saw people saying it was cgi last week which I didn’t catch right away, but regardless it’s done so well because it looks unnatural.

EYYYYY ok actually I kind don’t care about Metal Knight. What this episode is actually going to be is me screaming about all the monsters liKE RHINO WRESTLER AND PHOENIX MAN GUYS I LOVE THIS STUPID BIRD SO MUCH HECKING HECK. I’m gonna vomit like him and Do-S PLUS Garou vs Bat PLUS the other S Class heroes (Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash??) I am not physically mentally or emotionally prepared.

Yo this seems to be a trend with the monsters and me, I am evidently never prepared for the garish color schemes they get. Not mad just surprised every time?

hhhhhhhhhhhhh Ok the fight! I’m… I’m gonna try really hard to not pause every 2 seconds because I will inevitably have many words to say and screen grabs to take but that would be more than excessive sooooo ok here I go

Lol I failed immediately. I love that they’re going shot for shot with the fight. I’ve said it before, but I really think Murata captures movement and action sequences so well in the manga that if the anime were to try and deviate, it just wouldn’t be as good (especially with all the flack JC staff has been catching). Also I ADORE Metal Bat’s theme music when his fighting spirit comes out??? It’s so corny and triumphant and bad ass at once it fits him so well?? Ok wait a second I thought that after metal bat hit the manhole cover it ricocheted and came back at Garou what the heck??? That was such a cool move on Bat’s part and demonstrates he’s not just brute force, but tactical too. Why’d they leave that out??OH COME ON THEY DID WHAT THE HELL WHERE IS THIS??

This is actually my least favorite thing about season 2 biggest complaint what the fuck they did my boy dirty here. Oh thank god Zenko is here to quell my anger. Also Bat’s glowing eyes of murderous intent. Look at her. A legend.

Garou: “...haa?” Yup still love his voice actor. Perfection. Also Zenko. Just. Metal Bat and Zenko. Moshi moooshi? Just. This whole thing was almost perfect. So close. The fight felt so short, and it was because they cut out some good stuff. So close to perfection uhg

AH MY STUPID BIRD MAN he sounds exactly like what I wanted him to I’m so glad and HAH the fuckin hand I forgot about that. Side note, Anyone else play Arkham Asylum? The monster association logo looks like Scarecrow’s symbol in that game…. ANYWAY I need to take a moment to appreciate that little Phoenixman chuckle it was hella cute ok

Rh-Rhino Wrestler basically just said “Then Perish”

Oh Fuck

Oh God

Martial Gorilla  

Oh fuck

O H F UK

oh false alarm im ok my heart rate skyrocketed for nix Oh Maiko Plasma!! I love her voice wtf its cute? Phew ok the tournament. Wait that’s not giving me a break either because MAX AND SNEK M A X AND SN EK

I love him and his stupid hair omg. I’m REALLY hoping that the anime branching out and giving other characters more spotlight will help them grow in popularity a bit. Every single character in this series is underrated imo. Even the popular ones like geNOS LOOKIT HIM clapping for his sensei. Genos is baby boy I lov

“Dark Corporeal Fist?” Isn’t Void Fist just easier to say? really now. Oh My God Sourface chanting “I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok” is literally my daily Mood™. Damn look at Bang taking out some frustration I’d hate to be that monster. Me too my dude Smile Man.

WHOA I was NOT expecting that transition!! Heart! Hard! HIT! It’s the Monster Wife!! And She definitely looks more monstrous in color oof those eyes ❤❤

OH FUCK OH GOD WAIT MARTIAL GORILLA AGAIN DAMN IT I WISH I REMEMBERED EXACTLY WHEN Z SHOWS UP MY BLOOD PRESSURE CANT TAKE THIS ofuck ok false alarm again but I’m low key freaking out as they pan through all the monsters because the S Class is so close like we’re about to get Child Emperor, Flashy Flash, Pig God, Drive Knight, Darkshine and so on who got next to no screen time in season 1 its giving me anxiety im so pumped??

OH FUCK GUYS PUREBLOOD OH SHIT FUCK I FORGOT WE SEE HIM THIS EARLY CAUSE HIS DESIGN KEPT CHANGING he looks stupid with his hair behind his ears and his voice is NOT what I imagined and that manga panel redraw I did was way off with the color scheme but I don’t care I have read and re-read that fight countless times this monster just grew on me by default oh no UHG and look at Super S again it looks like they’re going panel for panel here with her and I’m not complaining

They keep hopping to the tournament but I don’t have much to say about it until the shit starts going down….. and like I’m so excited for that Snek and Max moment (you know the one) but until then I’m just so overwhelmed by all the other plotlines happening I don’t have much in the way of comments for it

I lied ok that eye twitch got me. But see then it cuts away too quickly and the episode is over. I get that there’s a lot happening at once but the tournament feels dragged out a bit. It’s different when you read the manga at your own pace but cmonnnnnnnnnnnnn gimme moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

HAH THANK YOU POST CREDIT STINGER YOU DELIVERED MY WISHES AND ZAKKOS IS SOME WEAK SAUCE.

NEXT WEEK GUYS ITS HAPPENING

Final thoughts. Um. I wish the Garou vs. Metal Bat was a tad longer just for that ONE moment. I’m still heartbroken over it. But otherwise? I’m so excited for next week, I can’t convey my excitement without being excessively obnoxious? this episode was pure hype. There are no buts about it- we are getting the S Class next week. I… think I’m going to leave work at noon to catch the episode right when it airs. I was saving that for an episode with Z but I don’t think I’ll be able to function at work if I stay. At this point every character is a fave and now we’re getting all of them, I feel so overloaded and we haven’t even seen anything yet. I don’t know what to even say about the future of these crap ass live blogs- they have no structure as it stands right now, but like they are going to devolve into just me screaming. Not even real words. just something like keyboard smashing and tears, probably. I’m so sorry, but anyway, as always thanks for reading, see yall next week assuming I survive

[couragethedogfan]

Fast Foodies

Rom-Com

Photo by Alora Griffiths on Unsplash

I’m in the break room when Jack enters.

Jack: So what’s for lunch?

I hide my burger in my handbag.

Jack can’t know I eat fast food!

He’s senior editor at Fancy Foodies, the biggest food mag in the country!

Karen: Oh. I already ate.

Unlike Jack, I’m hardly a foodie.

To be honest, I’m a fast food junkie.

But food is this man’s life!

When he talks about duck confit, it’s like a serenade.

Jack: What’d you eat?

Don’t say cheeseburger.

Karen: Uh…Duck?

Crap! I had duck confit on the brain.

And I don’t even know what that is!

Jack: Yum. What dish?

Think of something, darn it!

Karen: Can’t you guess?

I bat my eyelashes a bit.

I hope it’s flirty since I feel terrified.

Jack studies me a moment.

Jack: Smoked on a salad?

Ew.

Karen: Exactly.

We’re actually talking!

But Jack shakes his head.

Jack: I prefer confit.

Him and his confit.

He could read recipes in my dreams.

Jack: I hope you saved room. I’m making ribs.

My mind jumps to Jack flipping ribs on a grill.

Shirtless.

Karen: Awesome!

Jack: I’m using a spicy blackberry glaze with ginger and cayenne.

I nod, eagerly.

Karen: Sounds great.

We’re actually conversing!

Keep talking, Karen.

Karen: My…My dad made it like that…

Oh God. What am I saying?

My dad could barely free TV dinners from the box.

Karen: It was, like, his thing.

Jack: Awesome!

Karen: Right? Sometimes, I’d help with the sauce.

I went too far.

But Jack’s smile sends my heart soaring.

Jack: I’m glad we ran into each other. While I make the dry rub, can you do the sauce?

“Do the sauce?!”

I’m in way too deep.

Karen: I hope I remember how…

Jack: Don’t worry. Recipes are muscle memory. It’ll come back.

If only he knew.

Jack pulls ingredients from the fridge.

They make me dizzy.

He rolls up his sleeves and washes his hands.

The water glistens off his yummy arms.

Focus, Karen.

I take a deep breath and fill the blender.

Jack massages the dry rub into the ribs.

I wish those were my ribs.

Jack: How’s it going?

My sauce bubbles at me like a mad science creation.

Karen: Almost done.

I hit blend.

But I forgot the lid.

Karen: AH.

Jack: COVER IT.

Purple sauce splashes everywhere.

It hits the counter. Our shirts. Our faces.

Jack shuts the blender off, but it’s too late.

We’re both coated.

Karen: I…I’m so sorry…

Jack pulls ginger from his mouth.

Jack: You didn’t peel the ginger?

Oops.

Karen: I lied. There is no family recipe. And the truth is...I’m no foodie.

I hang my head.

Karen: I shouldn’t even be here. There was an opening and I needed it.

Jack thinks.

Jack: There was no salad, was there?

I pull my burger from my bag.

It’s still greasy in its wrapping.

Karen: This is my lunch.

As Jack eyes it, my face burns red.

You could roast a rib on it.

Jack: But why lie? It’s just a burger.

I sputter a reply.

Karen: Because you like gourmet shit!

I twirl my hair in my fingers.

Jack: Why care what I like?

Karen: You’re Jack Simmons! I wanted you to find me cool.

Jack laughs and I hide my face.

This is it.

“You’re awful, Karen. Get lost.”

Jack: Honestly, I knew.

Karen: You did?

Jack: Why do you think I asked for help?

Karen: Four hands are better than two?

Jack: And I wanted to spend time with you.

My cheeks are on fire.

Karen: I totally failed.

Jack: So you’re not a foodie. I still think you’re cool, cheeseburger and all.

He rests a hand on my back.

And I glow like a stovetop burner.

Now Jack, too, turns red.

Jack: And besides…

He pulls a TV Dinner from the freezer.

And flashes a sheepish grin.

Jack: We all succumb now and then.

Karen: Frozen Lasagna?!

Jack: We all have our vices.

We laugh.

And Jack rips us paper towels.

Jack: So let’s clean up and try again.

The End.

[solei28]

Coffee, Pie, You- Chapter 1

Here is a new fic I’m working on. I’d love to know what you guys think. 

James was walking down Clarkson Avenue in Brooklyn. He had just left Kings County Hospital after stopping an armed robbery in progress. It had happened a few blocks away and he made it there just in the nick of the time. The man being mugged had been hit in the face with the gun robber had before aiming it at the man’s head.

For once, James thanked his nightmares. Had it not been for them tonight, that poor man would’ve been killed for a few measly bucks and a watch.

He had started going for long walks at night knowing he wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. Tonight, his walk saved a life.

After beating the crap out of the thug and calling the cops, he took the ride in the ambulance with the victim. This way he could make sure the man was going to be alright and let the officer who went with them know what had happened. Both the man and the office were surprised when they found out who he was.

“Thank you so much, Sergeant,” the man said tears in his eyes. “How can I ever repay you?”

James shook his head quickly. “There’s no need to. It’s what my job.”

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s an honor to meet you, sir,” the officer said shaking his hand. “I’m Riley Fitzgerald.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” James said. “Do you need anything else from?” He asked as they pulled into the emergency room parking lot.

Riley shook his head. “No, Sir. That’s all.”

James gave a curt nod. “Well, have a good night.” He looked at the man. “You’re in good hands from here. Please, be careful in the future.” And, with that, he jumped out of the ambulance and continued his walk.

He was starting to feel hungry and wondered if there was anything open this late. To his delight and surprise, he found a food kiosk. The sign above it read Curious Delights. As he approached, the aroma of coffee and bacon made his mouth water. Then, he saw the woman behind the counter, back to him, flipping a pancake over.

He watched for a moment as she swayed her hips to a song playing from her phone. She grabbed an aluminum plate and began to stack the food from the grill in it. She was humming as she turned around and finally saw him standing there.

“Oh, hello,” you say sweetly, hiding the fact that the man startled you a bit. “What can I get for ya?”

James smiled shyly. You were so pretty and had the softest eyes he’s ever seen. “Um, a coffee, cream, and 2 sugars, please.”  

“Small, medium or large?” You ask putting the plate to the side.

James thought about it for a moment. “Medium is fine, thanks.”

“Sure thing.” You turn and grab a medium cup to his coffee. You look at him over your shoulder. “Would you like something to go with it? Maybe, a hot sandwich or a slice of pie?”

James bit his lip. He was hungry, but he didn’t know what he was in the mood for. Apparently, you read it on his face.

You handed him his coffee and then a menu. “Here, take a look. While you pick something out, I’m going to have breakfast.” You grabbed the plate of food.

James chuckled. “You know what? I’ll have what you’re having if it’s not too much trouble?”

“It would never be too much trouble, Sergeant,” you said with a wink. You laughed at the expression on his face. He looked like an adorable confused puppy. “Yes, I know who you are. Kinda hard not to. You are an Avenger.”

Smiling sheepishly, he said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took a sip of his coffee and his eyebrows went up. “I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

Your cheeks went pink at the genuine compliment. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” You quickly turned to the grill and began making his food.

James looked around at the empty streets and then at his watch. It was 1:37 am. “So, are you always out here so late?”

“Only 4 nights a week. I do the graveyard shift. I’m here from 11 at night to 9 in the morning,” you tell him grabbing 2 eggs. “How do you want your eggs?”

“However you like them,” James answered and took another sip of coffee. It really was delicious. He couldn’t wait to try your food. “You’ve got guts being out here all night alone. These streets are dangerous.”

“Over easy, it is, then.” You turn and smile at him. His heart flutters. “Ah, it’s not so bad. Since I’m so close to Kings County, my main customers are hospital staff, EMTs and officers. They keep me safe and I keep them fueled.”

James huffed out a laugh at that. “Sounds like a good deal. Which nights are you here?”

You flipped the pancakes and reached for another aluminum plate. “Thursday to Sunday. Business seems to boom on the weekends.” You turned with the plate in hand and showed him what you made.

His eyes widened. There were 4 pancakes stacked up next to 2 eggs and a mountain of bacon. “This looks great, doll.”

You were caught off guard by the pet name. “Oh,” you said abruptly snapping his eyes to you. “I almost forgot the best part!” You reached to your right and took the lid off a small stockpot with a ladle in it. You mixed the contents a bit and then poured it over the pancakes. “There. Now, it's ready.”

James looked took the plate from you and looked at what you put on the pancakes. There were strawberries and bananas in some kind of sauce on them. He looked up at you curiously and saw you adding some to your own plate.

You frowned for a moment at his wary expression. “It’s just strawberries and bananas cooked in some honey. It’s really good. Try it,” you urged handing him a plastic pack with a fork, knife, spoon, and napkin in it.

You watched him eagerly as he took it and opened it, taking out the fork. While he cut into the pancakes, you had a chance to admire just how handsome he was. His blue-grey eyes were intense and focused, but you could see softness in them. His jaw was strong and chiseled. Your mind wandered to how it must feel to kiss those full lips.

James had to bite back the moan that wanted to burst out of him when he tried it. He couldn’t believe how good it was. The pancakes were fluffy, the fruit concoction was the perfect compliment for them. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with pride. You always loved when people enjoyed your food. Especially, when it was something that wasn’t traditional. It was the perfect motivation to keep at it.

“Yes! I would never have thought to pair pancakes with this. Way better than boring old maple syrup.”

That made you throw your head back and laugh. James couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. You had the cutest laugh. He found himself wanting to be the reason for you to laugh like that all the time. You were breathtakingly beautiful.

“Well, I’m glad I was able to introduce to something new,” you said after catching your breath. “Um, would you like to sit down? There’s a seat on the side here.” You pointed to the left side of the kiosk.

“Oh, thanks. Can I put this here for a moment?” he asked gesturing to the plate of food and then the counter. When you nodded, he put the plate down and retrieved the folding chair. He set it up far enough to side that he wasn’t in the way of any customers, but could still see you.

You both ate in comfortable silence. The night was slow, and you were able to finish your meal without any interruptions. You felt at ease with him there. Almost, as if he belonged there.

James got up when he was finished. “Hey, do you have garbage back there?”

“Yeah,” you took the plate from him and disposed of it.

“So, how much do I owe you…” James realized that he didn’t know your name.

You smiled at him and stretched out your hand. “I’m Y/N, Buchanan.”

His jaw dropped when you called him by his middle name. When was the last time anyone ever called him that? He was so stunned by it, he didn’t notice how long he was shaking your hand.

You giggled and bit your lip. He was adorable when he was shocked. “Is it alright if I call you that?”

James was pulled back to reality and finally let go of your hand. He felt the heat on his face and looked down with a bashful smile. “Yeah, doll. You can call me that.”

You gave him a toothy smile. “Great. And, that will be 6.75.”

James looked at you bewildered. “That’s it? A meal like this runs me 13 bucks at the local diner and it ain’t half as good.”

You were in stitches when he said that. “That is another reason for my popularity with my usual customers. I offer better prices and better food.”

James shook his head with a crooked smile. He reached into his pocket and handed you a 10. “Keep the change, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Buchanan, but you don’t have to do that,” you told him sincerely. “I don't do this for the money. It’s a way to give back to the men and women who dedicate their lives to save others.”

So, you’re beautiful, an amazing cook and you have a heart of gold. James could see himself falling for you hard. “You’re really something, Y/N. You know that?”

You cursed yourself for blushing as hard as you did. You couldn’t look him the eye when he said that. God, how you wanted to kiss him at this very moment. He chuckled at how red you had become.

“Where are you from?” He asked trying to ease your embarrassment a bit.  

You looked up at him after regaining some courage. “I’m from the Bronx, but I’ve been living here in Brooklyn for a few years now.”

James nodded his head and smiled. He heard voices coming down the block. There were a handful of people in scrubs walking towards the kiosk. Looking back at you he smiled. “Looks like you have some customers.”

“Looks that way, indeed,” You smiled handing him his change. You were ready for him to insist you keep the change, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t. “You like pie?”

“Um, yeah,” James said raising an eyebrow.

You ducked down and grabbed a slice of pie in a plastic container from the glass display under the counter. You plopped it down on the counter, then turned and began making a cup of coffee. You put them into a brown paper bag and handed them to him.

“But, I-” you didn’t let him finish.

“Its a thank you for keeping me company. It gets a little lonely out here sometimes.” You looked at him with hopeful eyes and he took the bag from you.

“Thank you, Y/N. You were great company to be with,” James said. “The food wasn’t bad, either.” He winked at you and preened when you blushed again.

The Scrubs were almost upon you both. “Hopefully, good enough to visit again?”

Now, it was his turn to blush. “I will definitely be back again soon, Y/N. Have a good night.”

“You too, Buchanan. I’ll see you soon.”

[roxydrawskhstuffs]

CHAPTER 2

“Shoutout to KingOfGamesYohgiMotto. Thank you for the donation, man. This means a lot to me and to my channel.” Riku says at the his microphone, punching buttons on his PS4 after seeing a notification that one of his subscriber just donated $10 in his Paypal account. Making sure he pronounced the the username properly or as much as possible got it right.

He also sneered a grin, remembering the name of the protagonist in that same card game he and Vanitas had played when they were playing “Strip and Drunk Duel” on Saturday dubbed as “Drunkterday”, This was their only leisure time aside from streaming their gameplays or casting official ESports games tournament.

They sometimes stream their drunk games where they only open an invitation link on  their private Discord channel for the first 200 people who wants to watch them lose their dignities. The last time they did stream their drunkard gameplay, half of their subscribers dared them that whoever loses should kiss the winner. The match was intense but in the end, Vanitas won making Riku lose his virgin lips as he kissed Vanitas for the first time.

His raven roommate laughed, his cheeks red from all the martini he dranked (both have different tastes. Their subscribers even asked if where do they buy their alcohol. The two said in unison that it was “classified information” and would never tell where they got it), he joked the camera asking their subscribers if he should wear lipstick so that the evidence of them kissing will be visible and fans would have proof that Riku whacked the raven’s for suggesting such embarrassing thought.  

“Come on, Reeks, hun, we homos. We’ve already seen each others dicks since high school.”

Another whack in the head, but this time, Vanitas was actually whimpering in his drunkard state telling that it hurts. “Fuck you, Vani. Don’t even give them more fanservices we’ve already doing.”  Riku grabbed a glass of homemade margarita. Drinking all of its contents as liquid courage for he was about to be doing. “You fuckers better not be recording this or so help me God I’ll delete my channel. Goodluck finding me on the internet!” Warning at the camera.

The kissed came and lots of the people in their discord channel died from their fanservice.

In behalf of the 200 subscribers who died after seeing VanReeks doing a torrid “Kissing Booth” kiss scene.

You will forever be in the hearts of the  VanReeks Pornsite Discord channel.

Riku’s phone pinged notifying him about that his pay from the gaming company have finally been transferred from his PayPal. Thank God, he can finally pay Vanitas for the rent of his room. He didn’t question why he was the last of the two of them who receives his pay from the XIII Organization Gaming Authority. Riku has two hunches: 1) The gaming company likes Vanitas or 2) The gaming company just hates Riku. The raven assured his silver-haired friend that they get the same amount from the company. Why Riku was always late, he had no idea.

Onwards to his gaming stream, he was so focused on the game he almost missed the stream’s chat.

daisu777: omg bruh the verum rex was totally awesomesauce! If it wasn’t for u, i never would encounter this beautiful gem of a game! More power to your channel

gamergurlhoe2k19: Reeks! You are so beautiful! I became a gamer bc of your channel. Pls notice me senpai ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

zoeeeeeV9: luv ur channel bruh, just wanna ask if what other games you going to stream? Would like you to see horror games like Fatal Frame and Silent Hill. TIA

delicsnakekuu: how’s it goin bro? Thanks again for the recommendation about Verum Rex. Game was overkill! If you want, I can get you a copy of Devil May Cry series. Just send your PSN account deets so I can prep ‘em.

More power to your channel, bro! Peace out.

GayForMastahTenebrae1234: Riku! OH my god finally caught up and joined one of your livestreams. You are such an adorable and cool streamer. I always watch your contents and your stream casting together with Vanitas.

I live for VanReeks so much I ship you with each other. Ajksdhasjkhdjaks plssforgivdisfujohoe

I got a source from one of your fellow followers that Verum Rex will be having its own anime adaptation and there was a fan gathering for it. Will u and Vani be coming in the event?

bitchachosnachoZ: WHAT?!

DAFUQC?!

AXEwithanL: STFU!!!

S T A  H P

natsuckiss: bitch where did u get that info?!

dAth0EGAMING:  qsgywcsknwnshs fam.

LINKKKKKK!!!!

LINK!!!

AXEwithanL: LINK!

bitchachosnachoZ: for the love of Riku my King, give me the link!!!

The entire chatbox was in chaos, spamming chats about sauce, link, and some info that it was real that Riku almost totally forgot about the said event.

“Oh crap. I forgot about the event,” he mumbled in his mic but his voice was heard and his fans speed-typing chats like “omfg”, “Riku did you mean…”, “omg shut up”. Riku really do loved his circle of fans and their creative language that sometimes, he adopt the words and expressions into his everyday life. Looking at the camera, he grabbed a white envelope showing it to his fans. A wax seal was present with a sigil of the The XIII Organization Gaming Authority visible. “Yeap, me and Vani are definitely invited in the press conference of the game.

It’s going to be hold on tomorrow at Radiant Garden Hotels & Casinos,” his channel’s chatbox went wild. Incoherent fangirling, fanboying chats spam him. Congratulating the game streamer how successful and worth playing Verum Rex. They even praised him for not giving up in playing the game that half of the gaming community went wild, quickly buying the game. Every gamers was hooked into the storyline spreading it like a virus.

He also added that no additional information was enclosed in his invitation aside from the trailer reveal, casts, animation studio, etc. “But hey guys, they might dropped the second installment of Verum Rex pretty soon seeing after that cliffhanger ending. I’ll inform you guys about it. I wouldn’t put that in my channel but you can follow me on Twitter @tenebraeriku for anything. I also have an upcoming giveaway raffle if I reached 300k followers. The prize would be a Platinum Edition of Verum Rex. Me and Vani will be signing the CD case itself so goodluck. Mechanics will be posted soon.” Riku gazed at his wall clock, it was almost dinner time and he hadn’t cooked anything yet. Hovering his character, Riku moved his game persona towards the nearest save point, calling it a night and rest. He also assumed that Vanitas is almost done with his cram school. Riku had no idea what he was studying but he supported Vanitas in whatever plans he does.

Saying goodbye to his followers, Riku shut down his desktop, camera and PS4. Stretching his arms, the silver-haired walked towards the kitchen to make dinner. Vanitas would likely want something that will make him be awake since he streams at midnight.

“Fried rice and chicken curry then.” Riku says, gathering the ingredients needed in the fridge. All necessary ingredients gathered, the silver-haired started chopping everything.

A few minutes passed by, the entrance door flew open announcing Vanitas’ presence. “God, I’m beat. What’s for dinner, Mom?” Vanitas jokingly says flopping his body on the couch, face buried in the throw pillows. Riku laughed at the Mom joke saying that it was fried rice and curry. With a speed like lightning, Vanitas was already at the table, utensils in his hand waiting for Riku to put his food on the table. Clasping his hands likes a prayer, Vanitas uttered a Japanese word “itadakimasu” before digging into his food. Vanitas was a pureblood Japanese while Riku was half-Italian, the two of them just clicked when they were put together as roommates when they were still in college and now successful and professional adults, the two still share the same rent space as they did, saying that it was their memento to each other but they were still plan to find a penthouse that the two of them will share, hence their shared bank accounts.

“Speaking of events,” Says Vanitas stopping his eating. A sauce dripping in the corner of his mouth. “Reeks, do you have anything to wear for the upcoming gathering?” Shaking his head, still have no idea on what to wear. There was nothing fancy in his fashion wardrobe aside from the suit and tie he wore on graduation and it was the remembered that fit the fancy category.

It was so outdated, Riku would never wear the same clothes for a gathering full of rich people. “No.” He replied, digging on his own plate of food. Confessing that he needs to buy clothes for the event. His raven roommate propositioned that to come with with him to go shopping along with Vanitas’s “Venty Wenty”.

“Ah. The mysterious boyfriend I presume?” said Riku with one eyebrow raised. Vanitas pointed the stabbed chicken skin in the fork at Riku, defending the accusation. “He’s real alright. The idiot’s already pestering me to meet you. God,” remembering the way Ventus (‘that was his full, I just gave him a dumb nickname which in turn he actually liked it and the name got stuck’ the raven explained) had asked him so many times about Riku and when will he met him. “I’m his boyfriend and he’s more interested in meeting you. Talk about a stab in heart.” Riku laughed assuring him that there was no way he will take Venty Wenty away from him.

“But if he is, what you call, adorable, then I can’t promise anything.” jokingly retorted and the raven scowled. The raven gasped saying “Bitch, that idiot is mine.” to Riku but knew that it was only a joke. After dinner, Vanitas offered to wash the dishes ushering to go to sleep already. It was almost time for the raven to do his livestream gameplays and his followers requested NieR: Automata. Riku hadn’t played the game but will definitely add into his list to play/stream.

The giveaway!

“Oh.” Riku exclaimed, he told Vanitas that he was going to give away about the signed copy of the platinum copy of Verum Rex. Vanitas nodded. “Just give it to me a week before prior.” and Riku went towards his room. Scratching the back of his head, the silver-haired yawned, he grabbed first his phone to check onto his twitter page and turns out the followers he’d received just went tripled!

From five hundred followers to four thousands making him smile. “Seriously, these fans.” Riku then messaged Axel, the company’s Marketing head.

Friday morning came and Riku got up. Preparing for his daily routine: wash up, bathe, do a run around the neighborhood, make breakfast and stream. Since it was the day of the gathering Riku announced to all his social media accounts that he could not go online and stream games. Leaving his room, he heard noises coming from Vanitas room, probably still streaming.

Creeping up inside, his raven roommate was in his pjs, D.Va headset and controller on hand. His room was almost as neat as Riku’s but more chaotic when it comes to designs: there were a lot of rock band posters pin up in his wall, a glass case full of saberfaces servants figurines from that series called Fate, his video-game console cabinet was also present on the view, there was also a corkboard beside his bed where a photo of two children with different hair color. He couldn’t make out due to its small size. On view, Vanitas looked up to Riku and nodded focusing on his game. Riku crossed his arms waiting for the raven to scold him to leave his room. “‘Vani, any thoughts if you’re going to put a tattoo on your shoulder blades like Eve does in NieR:Automata?’ Yeah no. I do think the tatts are rad but that is not my style, either I’ll choose something more tribal-ish or vintage.”

A chat question?, he presume. Riku mimed about the clothes shopping and Vanitas nodded. “Alright, this concludes today’s stream because,” ushering his silver-haired friend to come closer towards the camera. Riku obliged and could see his and Vanitas face on the monitor. The chat started going wild again. “Me and Reeks have a date with the mall for buying fancy clothes. Say hi to my followers Reeks,”

Annoyed, Riku decided to humour Vanitas and did what was told. “Yeah, so hello and good morning everyone. Sorry I had to take Vani away from you guys. We actually going to have a date.” and kissed the cheeks of Vanitas. The chatbox, went wild. Again. “Gross! Do not do fanservice stuff outside the porn discord channel”

3m0_k1d: wat?!

roxie31: reeeeeeeeeeeee

internal screaming

HokageSasukinks: Σ(||ﾟДﾟ)ﾋｨｨｨｨ

g a y

Korabendings: dude

//drips holy water to screen and eyes

awsawadsd: jwbsohjdhskndooh

sum1 hold me  

VANREEKSIZHREAL: I SHIP!!!

VANREEKS IS CANON YOU ASS

GamingGeekarooo: jesus my eyes.

Stop this im gonna unsubscribe you if you do that

VANREEKSIZHREAL: OMG YOU SAID NO FANSERVICE OUTSIDE OF THE DISCORD CHANNEL.

MAY I KNOW THE LINK?

“You are so so so dead, Tenebrae.” Vanitas says with death reflecting in his golden orbs. His silver-haired friend just grinned, amused at whatever he did that triggered Vanitas to show his other side.

“Bring it on, Vani.”

Vanitas was the first one who spotted place where they would meet Ventus. Riku just shrugged following him towards the center when a loud “Vaniiii!!!” screeched and looked for the owner of the voice. Vanitas wasn’t kidding about Ventus being adorable. The person in questioned had a very brunette-blonde hair with spikes with spikes much more ridiculous to Vanitas, he wore faded green tank top combined with a dirty-white trench coat, ripped jeans and black converse. The only accessory he had was a heart-shaped with four points on the lower part in his left ear.

Vanitas waved his hand as the boyfriend wrapped his hands on Vanitas’s waist and kissed his cheek. Riku’s inner thoughts were already laughing or maybe screaming for how cheesy the two were. The brunette boyfriend apologized for being late (not really but Vanitas likes to make Ventus feel bad about himself) saying that there was an old lady that needed help into getting to the bus station when she was carrying a large paper bag full of groceries.

The raven just rolled his eyes. “You never do say no to a help, aren’t you?” Ventus laughed  saying it was in his nature to help those in need. Ventus just realized Riku’s presence. “Oh! Sorry for leaving you out. I presume your Riku Tenebrae?”

Riku nodded. “And you must the famous Ventus Wayward aka ‘Venty Wenty’.” At the pronounced of the nickname, Ventus face reddened covering his face with his hands. Too cute. Embarrassed that Vanitas told him about the nickname. Vanitas raised his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. We don’t keep secrets from each other tho.” He put his hand on Ventus bottom lip, pleasing and cooing him the brunette that he shouldn’t make it a big deal.

Seeing the two of them being lovey-dovey was too much annoying the hell out of Riku. “Hey, if you two lovebirds done with your public display of affection. Can we go to the actual task at hand? You know, shopping? For clothes?”

Guilty at hand, Ventus apologized nudging his boyfriend to do the same thing. “Sorry for having a lovelife, Reeks. Never knew you were such a jealous type.”

“For once, Vanitas. Just shut up.”

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day 2 - canon lavrise (abt act 3)

me, literally a day after saying i’d probably forget to write something canon: write something canon

enjoy this very self-indulgent lavrise fic. self-indulgent as in i too dream of moving into an apartment one day with a girlfriend

also idk the specific timeframe for this but i think it’s some time after act 3

(crossposted on toyhouse which i almost forgot about)

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“And that,” Lavender announces, teetering on the tips of her toes as she passes Cerise the box. “Is that.”

Cerise’s shoulders jerk uncomfortably at the sudden weight in her hands. She pushes herself up, a bit at a time, bending her knees. She sets the box down at the base of the fortress they’ve created from its fellow cubes and straightens up properly to admire their handiwork.

“I give it a month and a half before Gran tries to auction this shit off on eBay,” she comments, smacking her hands together to dispel some of the dust.

Lavender shrugs. “She’s not going to get anything for that. How many copies of The Breakfast Club does one girl need?”

She reaches out a hand and helps Cerise to descend the ladder. The old thing wobbles at the slightest pressure, and so her other keeps it stable.

“Well,” Cerise says. “Three of them are different re-releases with interviews and bonus- you know what, you’re right. It’s not even that good a film anyway.”

Lavender hits her with a knowing smile. “Your Netflix history says you think otherwise.”

“Hush up, Nari.”

Back on safer grounds, Cerise casts one last glance back through the open door to her former room. The bed, shoved now into the corner, has been stripped of its sheets. Vibrant rectangles where her posters and the like had been peel through the faded orange. They’ve dismantled much of the furniture either to take it with them to the new place, or to sell it on. The room looks bare, now, almost unrecognisable. It’s relieving and sobering all at once.

She’s moving out for good. Not just to some crappy university accommodation for a couple of years. No, this time, she and Lavender will finally have somewhere just for them.

Alright, so it’s another apartment, but at least this one will have functional central heating.

“The landlord just texted,” Lavender says, and she tears her gaze away. Lav’s looking at her phone screen, bouncing on the heels of her feet. “It’s ready. We can head over now if you want?”

Cerise nods. “Yeah. You got your stuff?”

“Mmhmm. We’re really doing this, huh.”

“Yep.”

Lavender beams. She takes Cerise’s hand and squeezes it. Cerise returns her smile and tries to swallow her reservations. They’re on a streak of good luck. There’s not a lot that can go wrong here.

Damn it, now she’s said it, she’s probably jinxed it. Good thing Lavender’s her go-to for dispelling hexes and bad karma.

“Right,” she says, with a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

The tram ride is quick enough. It seems to last an age, and Lavender ends up bouncing from foot to foot to try and keep herself centered. Cerise keeps to staring out the window, watching familiar streets and faces go by. About halfway there she sees a plume of bright pink light shoot up to the sky. Two seconds later, her phone starts buzzing furiously.

“God damn it,” she finds herself saying in perfect sync with Lavender.

She goes to look at the message, but Lavender reaches out a hand.

“Whatever it is,” she says. “The others will sort it out.”

“But-”

“One hour, and then we can go check it out. Pleeease just let us get to the apartment.”

Cerise reluctantly slides her phone back into her jacket pocket. “Fine. But if, I don’t know, glittery pink zombies start crawling round the streets, we’re leaving stat.”

“Gotcha.”

They just don’t get a damn break these days. Cerise doesn’t think she’s stopped working between Hero and Aether. Taking a few days off with Lavender feels like a crime, in some ways, considering the state Taitale’s in, but it wasn’t until they were sat in the back of Café Dawn that she realised just how little time she’d been spending with her girlfriend. They need this. She needs this. So it’s just plain unfair that even now she’s worrying about the whole ‘saving the world’ crap when she should be excited about getting her first proper home with her first serious partner.

That’s just life, though. No point in whining about it.

She reaches back up to the handrail as the tram jerks to another stop. And when her phone won’t quit buzzing, she finally has the gall to put it on silent. Just for now.

The lock jams for a moment. It takes a bit of jiggling of the key, and then the door pops open.

“Alright,” Lavender says. “Here we go.”

Her voice wavers a little. She claps her hands.

“Aw, I just…” Her eyes water. She flicks away a tear.

“Hey,” Cerise wraps an arm around her. “Hey. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

“Yeah. Just… seeing it…”

Cerise isn’t really the super emotional type herself, but even she’s choking up at the sight of their apartment. It’s wide and empty save for the kitchenette and the chipped dining table with its mismatching chairs. Some of their boxes are piled up in the corner by the sliding doors. The blinds are pulled to, and the room is a cool dark save for slivers of light peeking through the gaps. The walls are plain white, the floor plain wood, and it’s nothing special, sure, but it’s perfect.

Because it’s not the stuffy, childish peach room she lived in at Francette’s. Because it’s not the mazelike suite of purple rooms pulled out of a Hot Topic catalogue Lavender stayed in. Because it’s not a tiny apartment shared with three other flatmates that constantly smells of pasta sauce. And because it’s not a pile of cushions stacked haphazardly in a goddamn laboratory.

Of course they’ve already seen it, when they were viewing it, but now it’s actually theirs. Their home. Maybe not forever. At the rate this is going the fourth sentinel might chase them all out of Taitale before they’ve even had time to settle in. Right now, she cares little for that.

There is a lot to do before this place will truly feel like she and Lavender are the ones who are living here. She pictures stacks of paper and notebooks all over the dining table; a sofa in the far corner, maybe; and undoubtedly enough throws and cushions to keep an army warm.

“The real question,” Lavender says. “Is how we’re going to get the coffee table up the stairs.”

Oh, yeah. The lift is tiny. It barely fit the two of them in, never mind their rucksacks. Every silver cloud… has its grey lining. Something like that. She’s not the writer in this relationship.

“I told you we should have dismantled it,” Cerise replies.

“We can’t. It’s an antique. It doesn’t dismantle.”

“Then… we need a new coffee table.”

Lavender gasps in mock offence. “Are you shunning the gift my parents bestowed on us?”

“Look, Lav, I love your parents to death and you know I’d never want to incur their wrath- but there is no flipping way that table is making it up these stairs.”

“With a little bit of elbow grease and a can-do attitude…”

“Nope. It’s not happening. It’s too narrow.”

“Oh, man,” Lavender mutters, closing her eyes. “Don’t tell me. Our future is full of flatpack furniture.”

“Yep. Looks like we’ll be heading to IKEA sometime this week.”

“We can’t afford IKEA.”

“...sometime this year, then.”

They fall silent, looking into the rooms that are theirs. It’s as if they’re about to step into a new world. The tips of Cerise’s feet just peek over the edge between the hallway carpet and the apartment’s hardwood flooring. They have faced monsters and magic and alternate timelines, but somehow, it’s this that’s got Cerise hesitating.

“Well,” Lavender says. “I guess we can’t stand here all night.”

“No,” Cerise says. “I guess we can’t.”

She takes her girlfriend’s hand, and they step over the threshold. Nothing mystical or bizarre happens, but it feels like a shift in the way of their world.

[the-firebird69]

It's such a pain in the ass it takes five hundred things to get something to him as opposed to one use one of your family members since you're the greatest you do you're all spent since they're threatening you you just wanted at all so won't help him survive it takes too much time makes it was our guy all the time you almost get him into the fihhts constantly you get nothing he gets nothing.

I'm voting for you to go out and he's waiting for you to go out thrym and Loki. Doesn't want anybody there and was threatening him so he could get rid of you Twiztid fat f****** a****** return then it's a whole bunch of you jackasses we supposed to do it takes like 20 things instead of two where comes along guess who something takes off the rest of you threatened you 50,000 times to almost get me something to sit here and say s*** and I didn't protect you at all your f****** useless you do an assessment Thor behavioral assessment out this is what these idiots are doing. I did the assessment and it comes out like this you people don't want to live at all because of what you're doing and say to us this is not an active role anymore your overtly trying to put them on trial they are overtly trying to harm him for stuff like a kid on the streets of Calcutta your spent you're all done you got to get out.

Thor states.

Zues Hera

Understand something you people are spent and you ruin my life you just sat here gobbling up stupid stuff so you can say things so you can ruin things through you back I don't know what the hell is wrong with you I had one of these retards and still do attached to me and I'm not a complete moron like you people are some women can't handle it either someone can. But I'll tell you what people care they don't want these retards attached to them I'm trying to find the torsos he says BJ it was really are all the time is the source of information for it the only one you really need a far as I know he's the effort doesn't he's the effort as a surgeries is one who has the storage places for him you want your body back to go see you get out my face stop asking where they are don't ask me don't threaten me to find them he's got him he's a b**** that deshawn he's a f****** a****** but hasn't. Put it out there to the globe he's the guy to talk to you about your body what it's missing 90% of the time he'll know where it is cuz he takes it and puts it on and he acts like you came in like a wrecking ball that's who has it case closed no more questions on it if you want it back that's who to go to

And that was brief no he say it over and over and over this assholes started we has it they were helping him threaten him in the bunch of morons and now I know why it's absurd what are the ground heads cut off like chickens where is it where is it all day long say the same thing for this piece of crap right cuz you can mutate a little he said it's not much my right should have done it at all we can do better without him by far with the end of June I've done it myself without mutagen turned into a Chinese guy I use soy sauce that tighten the skin and they're you know I look Chinese my hair is almost there a little black bring a little China I was a Chinaman is it your people are struggling to survive one day because you have an idiot attached to you you decide to stick your dick in a grinder and it's in there it's cuz I got to drive it faster if you're not going to get it fast enough I have completely stupid

So I'm out of this I can't stand this anymore the fight that little b**** into my body back and kill every single one of them stupid retards I don't want to be like you I don't want to slide into it I don't know nothing just threaten him is this f****** huge idiot ghw faget be so f***** f****** s*** massive massive faget just like a f****** nobody from the streets of Calcutta or a three-year-old child b**** you know how to do stuff not going to kick your f****** head off like you're nothing to me you piece of s*** and I'm going to you're going to list of corky fumigate it all possible instances and putting it to the Olympics now all this guy wants to do is live off our blood and tell everybody just like this s*** heads Conte this I don't have to tell them and the orders got out 35 this piece of poop except around his up and destroy them is a piece of poop now so sticky back of the pyramid ASAP that roundabout I don't need him out will do that and forgot to save some of the thing for me

Zues Hera

[loveistrueblue]

Some Misc. Prompts From My Old Blog

(Most of these were thanks to @m4rloe5 coming into my inbox and feeding my addiction of writing prompts instead of actually writing bdfhdvhgdfh)

Superhero-ish;

“You’re telling me we’ve been friends for SEVENTEEN YEARS and you just forgot to mention you’re the towns masked hero???” // “It… never came up.” // “Gee, I WONDER WHY!”

“Okay, Kallia’s been missing for two weeks now; something’s up.” // “Sweetheart… There’s something we need to tell you about Kallia…”

“You can fly?” // “Yes.” // “Like, up in the sky, flying?” // “…Yes.” // “So, if, let’s just say, a special girl wanted to, you know, fly with you-” // “No.”

“You crashed in my window at three in the morning when I was crying in my underwear with a tub of ice-cream and don’t you dare try to fly off and save the world or some crap; I need someone to RANT TO!” Au

“I did NOT mean to light your pants on fire, oh my goodness, I am so sorry, wait- why are you laughing? THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Au

“If you ask me to beat your boy/girlfriend up ONE MORE TIME, I will strangle you!” // “But you’re a superhero! You beat up the bad guys for a living! And I think you need practice!” // “…”

“Hey, Jake! I was wondering if- Oh shoot, sorry, you’re not Jake. Why are you wearing a mask? Is there some ball going on?” Au

Fantasy/Fairytale;

“So, I’m starting to wish I wouldn’t have argued with the witch because now she turned me into a rock instead of a frog and oh Lord, this is so much worse!” AU

“Whenever we kiss your stupid dragon gets jealous and needy and last time he burned my favourite dress so NO MORE KISSING!” AU

“I’m cursed to be ugly forever, but you called me handsome??? And I just???? What???” AU

“THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” // “WE WERE NEARLY KILLED!” // “…THAT WAS SO AWESOME!”

Werewolf;

“I’m supposed to be a werewolf but my transformation occurs at the last sunrise of the month and I’m just so scared, what is happening?” AU

“I can’t believe I bit my best friend. They keep telling me they forgive me, but I see it in their eyes. They don’t.” AU

“I’ve been hunting for werewolves for years now and I finally have proof. I just need to take the thing in, but it looks like it’s gonna get me before I get it.” AU

“My friends swore they’d meet me in the woods at nine, but now it’s ten and there’s freaking footsteps and I think i’m gonna die, shoot.” AU

Vampire;

“I was a vegan before I got bit and this is JUST LOVELY. Do vegan vampires exist???? How does it WORK? SOMEBODY HELP ME!” AU

“What are you doing?” // “Dipping you in garlic sauce.” // “Aren’t vampires like- isn’t that gonna kill you? Not that I’d mind” // “Oh shoot, it’d kill me? Crap, I’m new at this… I just love garlic sauce.”

“I AM NOT A KILLER!” // “Look, kiddo, either you kill or you’ll starve to death.”

“Where’d this super strength bull come from? Because I was weak before I was bitten and I think I only got weaker.” AU

Magic;

“Is that a dragon?” // “Uhm… no, it’s my dog.” // “That’s a freaking dragon.” // “Dang it, how the heck can you see that? Nobody’s supposed to be able to see!”

“I have zero control over my magic and I just completely destroyed your living room. Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” AU

“What’s his name again?” // “Kary Likewood. He’s the only guy in the world that can teach me how to control my magic…” // “I’m sorry… He’s dead.”

“You have magic! You can cure her! Please! I’m begging you!” // “…I am so sorry. I cannot.” 

“You set me on fire with your stupid uncontrolled magic twelve years ago and left me forever ugly with all these horrible scars; how dare you show your face to me now?” AU

“My best friend has magic, but I don’t and I kind of feel really annoying for being a boring old human and I feel like I always get in the way with my wheelchair.” AU

“Every time somebody touches me, my skin leaves a permanent print from the touch so when I say don’t touch me, I mean don’t freaking touch me.”