#this type of shit makes me never want to cook for my family ever again

[i-will-steal-your-intestines]

one of the worst feelings is when u prepare food for everyone and then serve it to them, and it’s so clear that no one likes the food. it’s like a slap to the face, it’s just the worst.

[starkwlkr]

Hey cutie patootie!! 💗 can you please do SFW alphabet for Wolverine???🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

wolverine sfw alphabet

an: this is my first time doing the sfw alphabet so if it’s bad so sorry!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

PDA? Not so much but he’ll sneak in kisses every now and then but privately? This man worships the ground you walk on of course he’s gonna make you feel loved

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

He cares about you and quite protective (unless you’re Scott)

Very caring and always remembers little details about you

I’m imagining the friendship would start when Scott said something about Logan (damn Scott 🤨) and you defended him <3

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hugh jackman says he’s a big cuddler so it’s canon to me that Logan is too I SAID WHAT I SAID

Obviously he would never admit it to anyone but he LOVES to cuddle

He loves when you lay your head on his chest and he’s stroking your hair… I’m sobbing I need this man so bad

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Plot twist: Logan 2017 ended differently and it actually ended with you, logan and laura being a family and living in a cute little house away from everyone 😍 someone get marvel on the phone I HAVE AN IDEA

You and Logan have a deal, you cook and he cleans because this man cannot cook to save his life

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would the do it?)

oh!😄

he seems like the type to just pack up his things, leave a note and leave lol idk I’m trying to keep this happy

F = Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to marry?)

He would marry you in a second he loves you too much or you could be like one of those couple that stay together for so many years without getting married because they don’t care 🫶🏻

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

LOGAN IS SO GENTLE WITH YOU

I don’t write smut but I read this one fic years ago where he didn’t want to hurt the reader during sex and it had me blushing and kicking my feet 😭

emotionally, he respects your boundaries and listen to what you have to say.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Doesn’t hug anyone but you <3

Old man logan loves them!! (fuck i should’ve done this with old man logan lol maybe in the future)

Currently picturing old man logan coming home from work and you’re like doing the dishes or something and you don’t hear him come in and he hugs you from behind 😭

I = I Love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

again I don’t write smut BUT what if I said that the first time Logan said I love you was either when one of you had a near death experience or your first time having sex

THERE IS NO INBETWEEN

Doesn’t say it right away until y’all fuck or one of you almost dies lol ladies he is the ideal man

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I’m going to take this opportunity to thank anyone who has ever written jealous logan fics, you are the reason for my happiness and I hope you get everything you e ever wanted <3

This man is protective of you, if he sees some guy in a bar bothering you bitch the claws are coming out

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Logan’s kisses give you much comfort like if you’re stressed because of some stupid shit scott did (🤨) (dw i love scott) he’ll give you kisses <3

He loves kissing your lips obviously but a simple forehead kiss is his go to

old man logan giving you hand kisses!!

And what if I said that logan loves to be kissed on his neck?🤨🤨

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

When Laura comes into your lives, he’s trying to be a good father obviously but before Laura, he ok

Like if we’re talking toddlers then he wouldn’t know how to act around them. Confused 100% when they give him a toy phone

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

If he wakes up before you then he’ll definitely let you sleep in

He loves a good morning cuddle and kiss.

If neither of you have class to teach in the morning then yes you’ll sleep in but if you do then you’ll wake up earlier than him and do your morning routine

N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

movie nights if you aren’t too tired or you’ll just talk about random things in bed and eventually drift off to sleep

You’ve admitted to Logan that his voice helps you fall asleep <3

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things?)

So in the beginning of your relationship, logan didn’t open up right away but as time went on he trusted you more and more so you helped him talk about his past

He doesn’t reveal everything all at once more like when you’re in bed or taking a bath together and you’re laying against him and he starts talking about his life

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

By Scott? So easy

it doesn’t take a lot to anger him, but he’s trying to be a calmer person especially if Laura is there

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. He has a good memory when it comes to you. He knows your likes and dislikes, even if you mentioned it like years ago, favorite foods, movies, songs.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is when you met for the first time. It’s when he also met charles too. He walked into charles’s office and that’s when he saw you, standing next to charles. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you completely changed his mind.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would the like to be protected?)

Like I mentioned before, he’s protective of you. Hates seeing you get hurt during missions. He knows you can handle it, but still he doesn’t like it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I see him actually putting in effort like if he decides to one day have a picnic with you in the schools garden, he’ll ask storm to make sure it doesn’t rain and find the prettiest flowers to give you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He pushes people away. He has a tendency to do that so he isolates himself. You give him so space then try to work things out

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn’t too concerned until he starts looking like old man logan. That’s when he thinks you won’t like how wrinkled and grey he looks but you shower him with love and affection because that’s what he deserves <3

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You and Laura are his whole world. (now I’m imagining rogue joining the fam and meeting Laura and it’s so cute omg)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He kisses you so much that if you change your chapstick flavor he will notice. Like I imagine you changed it from cherry to coconut and he’ll be talking to storm or charles and you pass by and give him a quick kiss and he’s like “hold up☝🏻🤨” and kisses you again just to make sure he wasn’t making it up and tells you “you changed the flavor? But Cherry was my favorite😔😒”

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Scott summers

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Naps after missions are a must

His sleep schedule is totally messed up lol

[kyletogaz]

the fall: part one cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of sex summary: your situationship? with kyle leaves you suffering part two

your day was going just fine until kyle showed up on your doorstep. you don’t know how long you stood at the door, unmoving, with your hand on the doorknob, while you try to decide if you should answer him or not.

go away, go away, go away, go the fuck away.

he doesn’t leave though. he knows you’re there, he always knows where you are. he could sniff you out like a goddamn dog if he wanted to. “open the door, sweetheart.” it’s the way he says it that makes you tense up. you know exactly what kyle means. open the door or i’ll open it for you.

with a scowl on your face, you unlock the door and yank it open. you’re surprised the shit doesn’t fly off the hinges with the amount of force you’ve used. “what the fuck do you want, kyle?”

kyle raises an eyebrow at your tone, before flashing you a smile that you wish to wipe from his face. “you don’t sound happy to see me, love.” the look of annoyance on your face doesn’t seem to bother him at all, he’s used to it by now.

you’re not happy to see him. he’s got you so worked up already, you have to supress the urge to slam the door in his face. and maybe you should have done just that, because before you can even get a word out, kyle is letting himself into your home. he brushes past you without a word, duffle on his shoulder, immediately making you regret opening the door for him in the first place.

“kyle, you can’t just—i don’t remember offering you an invitation to walk into my home,” you hiss at him angrily, before closing the door and locking it. when you turn to him, he’s standing there in your foyer with that stupid pretty face of his. “i’m gonna ask you again, and this time, i expect an answer. what do you want?”

as if you don’t already know what he wants.

kyle eyes the bare foot you tap impatiently against the floor for a second, before his eyes meets yours. “i needed to see you. i know you asked for space, but i’ve missed you, sweetheart,” he explains, while tugging his boots off and shedding his jacket, revealing those arms that have held you down while you got fucked six ways to sunday.

did you miss me or my pussy?

kyle’s words are as soft as his pretty brown eyes. it’s bullshit. you almost give in like you usually do, and that’s the problem. every time he tells you he misses you, you rip your chest open and carve out a piece of your heart for him to take. that’s all kyle ever does, is take. and you let him, because you love him, even when you know you deserve better than what he gives you.

“don’t call me that!” a deep frown settles on his face at your words, the harshness of your tone surprising him. you’ve never been this way with him before.

good, you think to yourself. he could act like everything was okay between the both of you if he wanted to. but you? you were done pretending. this arrangement was hurting you more than you cared to admit out loud. no labels. it was something you both agreed on. it was easy at first, with both of you coming and going as you please. and then it wasn’t. kyle started occupying your space longer than he should have, longer than you should have let him. it never bothered you, because you really enjoyed his company.

kyle was funny, pretty, sweet, a good soldier, and an amazing cook. whenever he was on leave, he would take you anywhere you wanted to go. he’d even introduced you to his sisters and the men he worked with. kyle was the type of man you’d take home to meet your family, with no hesitation. how could you not fall in love with someone like that?

but now, you really wish you hadn’t. you were almost at your breaking point, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

when kyle asks you what’s wrong, the words you should have spoken gets lodged in your throat. you just shake your head and shrug.

i can’t do this anymore. i’m in love with you and i want more than you’re willing to give. if i offer you another piece of my heart, i will be left with nothing.

“come here, darling.” your eyes fall shut at the sound of his voice because you can’t resist. you feel like a puppet on a fucking string when your body moves in his direction.

when you’re finally in kyle’s arms, your face buried in his chest, as you will the ache in your heart to go away, he strikes. kyle tips your head up and pulls you into a bruising kiss. you clutch at his forearms to keep yourself grounded while you moan into his mouth. he has every intention on making you forget why you’re mad at him. it isn’t until he’s got his tongue in your mouth, and his hands are gently squeezing your ass, that you jerk away from him with a shake of your head.

“i can’t—we need to talk about this, kyle.”

“i promise we’ll talk later. i need you right now,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between you two. you open your mouth to argue, but it’s no use. he tilts his head to the side as he studies you. “did you miss me?”

kyle’s been gone for almost a month and the calls between you two had been limited. anytime you tried to approach the subject of your relationship, or lack of one, you never accomplished anything. derailment was kyle’s favorite tactic. and when you couldn’t take it anymore, you gave him an excuse to get him off the phone, so he couldn’t hear you cry.

“no.” you hate how the lie spills from your lips and travels to kyle’s ears, because you wish it were true. you hate the way he laughs, low and soft, because he knows it’s a lie.

you hate the way his eyes darken as he drinks you in. “lying? i thought we promised each other we would always tell the truth.”

you’re glaring at kyle before you can even stop yourself. you’re about to open your mouth to tell him where he could shove his promises, when you see him turn away and head straight down the hallway. you stand there, helplessly, as kyle waits for you to follow. you should stand your ground. you’re better than that. but it feels like he’s tugging on an invisible cord that connects the both of you, so whether you want to or not, you follow him anyway.

and when you wake up the next morning, to kyle’s absence and an apology text, you come to the realization that you only have yourself to blame. kyle wasn’t yours to keep. you should have kept your word. you never should have broken the promise you made to yourself. and it’s too late, you can’t take anything back. you can’t erase the way kyle had you pressed into the mattress the night before, with your legs over his shoulders while he buried his tongue between your slick folds. or the way he drove his cock in and out of your pussy while your pleasure filled cries bounced off the walls of your bedroom.

the only thing you can do is weep as you sit on the edge of your bed, with your head bowed and shoulders slumped.

you should have known better.

-

a/n: i’m so sorry. also that line in the beginning about him always knowing where you are….yeah :)

thanks for reading! comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

masterlist

[astrobiscuits]

Astro observations part 8

[LONG EDITION] - taken from my phone's notes (also, i was too lazy to edit it so here's a nice chunk of info)

🍂 Sun conjunct Saturn individuals inherit mindsets from the father, grandparents or great-grandparents. They might never fully act like their Sun sign (aka "shine"), since they've been conditioned from a young age to listen to parents, teachers, and later on bosses. They are the type to never divorce, no matter how toxic their marriage is. If these peeps deal well with their Saturn Return, they might become "THE BOSS" (aka the person everyone looks up to due to how accomplished, disciplined and rich they are, they've literally got their shit together and deserve a round of applause, "it wasn't easy to get to the top, but it was worth it" - you might hear them say this). They are also more prone to ingrain stoic principles in their lifestyle

🍂 Mars square Neptune gives off major cult leader vibes. They're the type to fool you with false promises until you sign up for their "camp" but then you realize it's actually an evil cult where all they wanna do is put you to work (and maybe later even kill you lol). These individuals become very scary when angry (you don't wanna see them angry, trust me). If they ever commit suicide, it'll be by drowning, alcohol or drugs

🍂 Mars trine Neptune is one of the best aspects for those who make a living off their talents. The talent depends on the element the trine is in:

If it's in Earth signs - ideal for those who work in the "money handling sector" in advertising, becoming an entrepeneur, holistic care (if Virgo is involved), cooks, those who work in interior design, seamstresses, embroidery/lace makers, models, event planners If it's in Air signs - ideal for those who work in sales (their negotiation skills are ✨chef's kiss👌🏻✨), becoming a spiritual/religious teacher or an art/music/any other creative pursuit teacher (lmao, i can't even speak💀💀), writers, musicians, magicians and astrologers (for the last two - if Aquarius is involved) If it's in Fire signs - ideal for dancers, theater/movie actors, hairstylists, circus performers, photographers (only if Leo is involved) If it's in Water signs - ideal for make-up artists, painters, tarot readers

🍂 Moon sextile Uranus individuals have got the ability to create a positive parasocial relationship with their followers. Since these people often use their devices to validate their emotions, i wouldn't be surprised if most of y'all also have atleast one active profile where you post quite frequently

PRO TIP: Whenever Transit Jupiter is trining/conjuncting your Natal Uranus (to a less extent also the sextile), you'll get a sudden boost in your followers count

🍂 This is a theory of mine that i've come up with and i'd love to hear your thoughts on it. When it comes to intergenerational astrology, i do believe that we inherit all of our personal planets placements from our parents and ancestors. But then you might say "But i don't act like my mother at all! This is bullshit!". I'm not saying we're all carbon copies of our family members. What makes us unique and distinguishes us from our parents and grandparents (or even great-grandparents) are the way the planets aspect each other in our birth charts and the planetary configurations between them. Basically we start from the same ground, but we all use our traits differently, whether for the better or the worst expression of them. Let's not forget that we also tend to go through different life experiences than our parents and grandparents; we might be blessed with different opportunities that might enhance our best traits and help us achieve what our ancestors always wanted to but weren't able to

Hope you enjoyed today's post, loves!💗💗💗 I've been wanting to post for a while now but my inspiration has been wandering alone in the Sahara Desert I can't promise that i'll start posting again more frequently (the new uni year is starting soon for me + i enrolled in a local astrology school 2 weeks ago🥳🥳 ya girl can't wait to officially become an astrologer) but my inbox will be open again for further questions! I must also thank you for helping me hit 500 followers!!! I'm probably gonna do another ask game once i hit 600 followers, as i'm too busy right now. As always, don't forget to drink water and take care of yourselves! Hope to see you soon! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[the-anime-enthusiast]

today is Iida's birthday !!!! maybe some drabbles/headcannons about what it would be like to celebrate with him :3?

TENYAS BDAY‼️‼️

headcannons and drabbles 😜

for everyone else who has requested stuff and I haven't replied, I'm so sorry 😭 I just moved 4 states away from home by myself and I've been busy ASFFF but I'm finally starting to get some free time again so pls be patient with me, I appreciate it 🙏

GIFT IDEAS 🎁

Okay so this first one is oddly specific, but every time I go on my own personal Tenya Iida bend, I alwaaayyyss think of this. My fav "perfect gift for him" idea is a pair of glasses (stick with my now), but not just any pair, a pair with his hero name

"Ingenium"

engraved in the side‼️ It may seem kinda dumb cause hes got like, idk a bagillion pairs of glasses, but these are perfect for special occasions and we all know he prefers the finer things in life so I think he's love this 😌😌 (possibly sheds tears bc he loves his brother like it's nobody's business and he feels the weight of this gift in his soul, ong)

My favorite gag gift ideas all come down to one thing, oranges. (ifykyk but de I will still explain) So, as a lot of Tenya fans know, his quirk uses oranges/orange juice as the fuel for his engines (no I'm not lying, it's random ik, his family has so many random traditions and small details thrown into the show, I love them sm 💞)

Like many people, I love gag gifts, and I would have a field day with this. I'm talking sunglasses shaped like oranges, bottles upon bottles of assorted orange juice, Sunny D merch, the whole nine yards. While this HC is made to be a gag gift, I think he would actually lose his shit over this, like best gift he's ever received type shit. He'd keep a specific shelf on his bookshelf for all things orange you get him (like a shrine or sm shi 💀) It def weirds ppl out when they don't know the story behind the shelf, but he loves it 😌👍

Another gag gift idea I love 😋 (okay so rq)

fun fact Abt me: I'm in mechanics and I js know bro would eat up auto mechanics related gag gifts Soo much 😭😭

Like cleaner for his mufflers, car oil (strictly for shits and giggles) js dumb shit like that 😭 Again, definitely has a stash/shrine for all this stuff, everytime you tell him he can get rid of it

"it was just a joke tenya, you know you don't have to keep it right?"

"well dear, it could come in handy one day! You never know ☺️"

Spending the Day Together 💞

Bros prim and proper, if your lucky, you wake up before him. It's no secret that appreciates the finer things in life (and the small things, atp he appreciates literally everything. Tenya is an angel sent from heaven and don't you forget it ✋) But if you decide to wake this man up to some bomb ass breakfast, I'm talking bacon, eggs, possibly pancakes, and ofc a big ass glass of orange juice he WILL tear up. I know deep in my soul he's an emotional (or at least dramatic) gift reciever.

I feel like his birthday would actually be a pretty average day, other than the morning and night. He ofc wants to have breakfast with you, whether it's cooking or the two of you going out, but he makes a NIIGHT out of his birthday. Y'all are doing it all don't even play ✋ Anything he could think of that you would also enjoy, is going on the list. (ofc there's a list, this is Teny Iida were talking Abt 🙄🙄)

There happens to be a festival near by? ✅

Oh your in a town known for it's street foods? Take a wild guess where your going. ✅

Open Business Shack street strip? You're walking that thing about 50 times. ✅

Art Museums. Movies. Live Music. Wining and Dining. Walks in a Park. Walks on the beach. Hero conventions. Literally any event near or on his birthday y'all are going to. You can try to plan all you want for him but he's got things mapped out before you ever thought possible. Something to be grateful for though, he doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind planning all of these things for HIS birthday because making you happy in the process is more than enough for him to get by (selfless baddie).

At the End of the Day 🌆

As much as I'd like to think, and we'd all like to think, that Tenya gets in a good amount of alone time with you at the end of his birthday, it just doesn't happen (ikik trust the process 😔)

After a long day of walking around the town, eating great food, spending way to much money on entrance fees to museums, gift shops, and that great food I mentioned, bros pooped (sry guys I'm js a girl and idk how else to word that with equal humor to that phrase 😔)

The second you walk through that door bags are crashing into the ground, shoes are being thrown across the room (not rly tho cuz u leave ur shoes by the front door 👍), clothes are being scattered across the living and bedroom. All bro wants to do is crash into his bed. He barely has time to out his night cap on 😔😔

It's slightly mundane but sweet because trust me ✋ After a day like the one he has planned y'all's bed sounds like heaven. I mean you can swear you hear the angels themselves singing to you once y'all slink into bed together, and honestly he wouldn't have it any other way. Spending an amazing day with his amazing partner, then getting into an even more amazing bed with said partner at the end of his lil adventure 💞

this is kinda on the short side, but it's late ash where I'm at and I'm tired asff BUT I FINALLY WROTE SMT AGAIN 😍😍 (praise God life was getting so boring) I hope y'all enjoy! I haven't been an iida girlie for awhile now but y'all are bringing it back 😜 (not to mention that one scene from the anime where it's class 1-A vs Deku and bros looking extra yummy) (slay) (pls don't come for me I'm 18 and have been watching this show since I was 12)(I'm also asexual so I'm not being weird I swear)(ik some of my reposts say otherwise but guys good writing is good writing what can I say 😭🙏)

Hope y'all have a wonderful night!

Lots of love 💞

BYYYEE ‼️‼️

[hantengus-fuckass-clones]

Hi there my bbg (big black guy 🥰🥰)‼️‼️‼️ I have a teeny weeny request to make. How about f!child reader x Hantengu(s)?

Here's plot:

So, basically, Hantengu is getting chased by slayers, right, and it's also bright out. So, he runs and runs, but bumps into a child who somehow catches the speedy lil fuck and takes him home, thinking he's cute and y'know "you're my friend now :D" type shit. But then, here's the thing, child reader is an orphan and the brothers and sisters and the caretaker aren't very nice to the lil baby ): (Hantengu is gone btw). So, she runs away and goes into the forest Hantengu came out of when boom bam, she's attacked by demons and faints out of literal fear. The next thing she knows, little friend is on top of her with four big scary men (and soon two more friends) who then vow to take care of her as a thanks for saving Hantengu (let's be realistic here tho she's gonna get turned into a demon if that's the case)

That's is all 😊😊😊😊

Here you go. This was very fun to write. I love writing Zoha as someone who is soft with children

Readers POV:

Yet again I had been shut out the house and left to fend for myself so I had taken to wandering the forest in hopes of finding something to keep me occupied. Off in the distance I hear the screeching of metal and thunderous footsteps which put little old me on edge as I back up into a tree in fear, my little ears picking up the tiny patter of fast little feet on the forest floor and out of instinct my hands shoot out and catch whatever was rushing at me and hiding behind the tree as many a armed men rush past us angrily shouting. I wait until they are long gone before opening my hands to be met with the sight of the smallest person I think i’ve ever seen, he trembles in my hands begging over and over again to not hurt him but the only thought running through my mind is ‘TINY FRIEND!!!’

I bring him up to my face and nuzzle my cheek against him gently which stops his crying, albeit probably out of confusion more then anything else, as I ramble on and on about how small he is and how i’ll protect him from the horrors of this world. When both of our heads swivel around at the sound of the angry men coming back our way, my hands feel a tab bit lighter as I look back down to see the little friend is gone and the angry men turn the tree to find me standing there. “Hey hey little one it’s alright, can you tell us if you’ve seen a demon around here?” One of the men crouch down to my level, asking if i’ve seen a…. demon? what the hell is a demon? I shake my head, not wanting to speak to the men that were running around screaming their heads off and slowly inching away from them and running off back ‘home’ as the sun peaks over the horizon.

I open the sliding doors to the house and am greeted to screaming from my adopted mother as she drags me to the stove to help her cook as I am still too small to cook properly (much to her chagrin). She shoves a knife in my hands and instructs me to start cutting the fruit and for 20 minutes, that’s all we do in silence. The silence is broken by a pair of running feet as my adopted family’s actual children round the corner, pushing and shoving each other playfully. My ‘mother’ turning around with a smile on her face, a smile that would never be aimed at me, and gently scolded them for roughhousing before turning back to me and demanding that I serve her children breakfast. I do as i’m told before scurrying off to my ‘room’ (the closet) so that i’m not yelled at for being seen.

I think back to the tiny friend I made the previous night, how cruel it seemed to be chasing him and if he was doing alright. I sat in that room until nightfall where the house fell into silence which is when I decided to run away. These people didn’t care for me and I could probably do better in the wild then here, at least that’s what my eight year old brain was telling me. So I packed my little bag and ran out the house into the forest to try and find my tiny friend. It had been about 20 minutes and no sign of my tiny friend but growls in the distance had me on edge for the second time in this forest, suddenly a creature of disproportionate size lunges out of the bushes at me and I scream as it lands its claws into my chest. Not enough to kill me but enough to hurt and the next thing I know, I faint out of a mix of fear and pain.

I groan in pain and manage to open my eyes to see…. tiny friend?! Whimpering and crying as he covers me with his body, from the peaks of his kimono I can see four other people beating the daylights out of the creature that attacked me. Looking up at my tiny friend as his tears drip down on my face, I reach up and with the sleeve of my tattered kimono I wipe his tears away and he stops his hysterical sobbing, quietening down to hiccups. “Don’t cry tiny friend i’m alright see?” I point to my chest, only now realising that the wound was gone, not even a scar remained as I gasp and pat at the area. “oh hey, where’d it go?” My intrigue turned back to tiny friend as if he knew. “I-I-I couldn’t help ittt, not my fault. I made you swallow some of my blood.” His explanation isn’t the best, especially when I don’t know what demon blood did to humans. Nevertheless, I cheer and throw my arms around tiny friend thanking him for saving me. By this time, the four men hand finished and were gathered around us, tiny friend shrunk to be picked up as the one wearing a kimono matching his, picks him up, eyeing me carefully. The winged one has no concerns, picking me up playfully, being careful of his claws as he lifts me up to his face and examines me. “This the one Hantengu?” He asks tiny friend who I now know the name of, Hantengu nodding his head and the four of them started walking further into the forest.

After a while, we come across a run down shack an we enter, it smells of blood and dust. A larger version of Hantengu turns the corner and takes tiny friend out of the red mans hands, eyeing me carefully. We all move into the living room (I don’t know if they had these but they do now) where I see yet another person, this one looked younger, although not as young as he. his brows furrowed as he sets an intense glare upon me. “Is this the one that protected Hantengu?” I am shocked, his voice sounds so much deeper then I would have expected it to sound. The one holding me nodded, throwing me up and catching me a couple of times. “Don’t do that, you’ll drop her and that’ll be upsetting” The blue man with a sad frown spoke up yet made no move to take me out the winged mans hands. The green one with no shirt on laughs out loud at this statement. “Oh Aizetsu you do say the funniest things! Urogi won’t drop her she means too much to the old man” I had learnt two more names as the largest one snatched me out of Urogi’s arms and settling me in his lap with Hantengu, who pinned himself to my side as the red one growled at the antics of the others. “God you lot are insufferable!” He snaps to which the youngest one nods in agreement, the furrow in his brow becoming deeper as he finally takes his intense gaze off me.

“Awwwah Sekido! You always ruin all the fun, you as well Urami” The green one whines although he doesn’t look too upset at the yelling like Aizetsu does. Yet another two names are learnt, the red man is Sekido and the one holding me and tiny friend is called Urami. The only two nameless men left are the green one and younger one. Sekido growls again. “Karaku…” His voice is threatening as I now learn the green mans name. “Enough both of you!” Urami growls from above me and Hantengu grips my kimono in his little hands which I awe at, he’s so small which I find cute. What I haven’t realised yet is the small horns and purple discolouring that decorated my face like the men in the room. Karaku keeps his giggling, poking fun at Sekido and Urami as Urogi joins in, Aizetsu having left the room, sensing the incoming shit storm. Urami’s grip on his arms tightens as he stands up and shoves me and Hantengu into the younger mans arms, storming up to Karaku and Urogi, grabbing them both and draggin them outside with Sekido following.

All three pairs of eyes follow them as they leave, a moment of silence passes over us as the younger one keeps a tight grasp on us and I risk looking up at him only to be met by an intense stare. “You saved Hantengu from those villians and for that you have our gratitude small one.” He raises a finger to prod my forehead and horns, which I now realise I have. “To show our thanks, we have made you just like us and we will take care of you from now on. Oh where are my manners, My name is Zohakuten” My head nods in acknowledgement as my hands reach up to touch my horns, they are short, stubby and very firm. I look back down at tiny friend and point to my horns. “Look! Now i’m just like you tiny friend.” I am ecstatic, not realising what demon life would mean for me. Hantengu nods about as cheerfully as he could. I yawn, regeneration having taken a toll on my weak demon body as I snuggle into Zohakuten, holding Hantengu in my arms. Drifting off into a dreamless sleep, I swear I felt a small kiss being placed on the top of my head.

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Fukuzawa dad headcanons 1/? (Ft. Ranpo and Kyoka a little)

Reader is whatever you identify as 👍 I won’t be using specific pronouns

Warning this is really long.

Note: I’m writing these cause I want him to adopt me; these are also in no specific order, I just got to excited about writing dad headcanons about him. Also as mentioned in an older post I often call Ranpo Purin.

Let’s get into it

- Purin probably would not like you at first let’s be honest. I don’t know what would win him over but let’s just say at first you were probably seen as a threat but I think eventually he would like you.

- The fear in Fukuzawa-san’s eyes though when you an Ranpo decide to gang up on him and speed run trying to give him a stroke by acting like little gremlins

- In my culture, and I know it’s the same for a lot of cultures, you typically call someone that is a lot older than you auntie/aunt or uncle so if you ever call him uncle he’ll be like “🥹”

- That being said, even though Fukuzawa-san has a stoic personality, I think the first time you call him Dad, he’ll collapse

- That scene in BSD Wan where he switched bodies with the cat and he’s crying is definitely his reaction

You: my fucking dad is here 🥳

Him:

- That being said if you never call him dad, he might be a little sad but understands that it’s entirely your decision if you’re comfortable enough to

- I have 3c/4a hair, so if you have those hair types or and type 3/4 hair type, he would definitely take the time to learn how to take care of your hair (likewise if you don’t have those hair types he’ll still help you look after your hair)

- If you have a very rough day or just really going through it, he’ll probably let you sit in his office and brush your hair to calm you down

- If you need to just cry he’s good at just sitting there and letting you let your feelings out

- I don’t see him as the “hey hungry I’m dad/dad jokes” type of dad but there are probably days where he’s a bit more playful

You: Can you pass me the flour?

Him: *passes an actual flower*

You, probably: 😀🔪

- If you jokingly refer to him as old man, he won’t get mad but he’s definitely gonna give you the “😠” look

- He’s not a big hugger but if you really need it he’ll give one. But, if you don’t like hugs or being touched he’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with

- If you are in school and get a bad grade, he’s not going to yell at you or be disappointed. You tried (or maybe you didn’t but there will be other tests/assignments, maybe that day just wasn’t your day)

- Will probably let you steal his hoari

- I 100% picture Purin kicking down his door and just start talking about whatever interests him so if you ever want to rant about your current obsession, go for it—he’s just glad you’re comfortable enough to make such bold moves around him

- I know everyone jokes about all of Fukuzawa-sans kids being queer but I genuinely think if you were to come out to him he’d be like “👴👍”

- It may seem like I’m just writing the safe option but considering how chill his I don’t think he’d have a problem

- Will 100% have little family lunch dates with you, purin, yosano and Kyoka

- Definitely has one on one lunch dates

- This is more about Kyoka but one day she randomly call you her brother/sister/sibling/etc and it’s like 🥹✊

Back to Fukuzawa-san

- If you need something to fidget with, he lets you fiddle with his haori or his hand

- If you’re both terrible cooks than you guys will try the food while trying to trick yourselves into thinking it tastes good

- Personally, I think Fukuzawa-san is a good cook (I have no proof but read it and weep) so again, if you’re feeling sad he will put something together for you

- If you’re dating someone from an opposing company he’s probably like “why 😀 out of all the options”

- Reaction to you saying the most out-of-pocket shit: maybe a blank stare of the slow head turn. but remember he’s been dealing with the ADA members for awhile so there is probably nothing you can say that will truly earn you the shocked look.

- same thing if you just randomly say things. I don’t know if anyone else does this but just speaking into the wind and maybe getting an answer but it’s so random that people look at you like “😃”

You: this acnh character is definitely a government spy

Him:

- Overall, he may seem intimidating at first, but i don’t know he just naturally gives of good dad energy so 👍

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I’m going to write more specific ones these are just random ones that I came up with because please adopt me sir.

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What do you think would happen if Yandere rivals or team for Yandere romantic Leo who’s trying to keep the reader to himself only for Yandere platonic. Mikey who won’t let Leo keep the reader all to himself , will their make a deal or keep on fighting ? 🌹( (Rottmnt request )

Another analysis. Lovely. My favorite type of requests.

So if I understood this correctly, how would a rivalry go for romantic yandere Leo and platonic yandere Mikey? Specifically where Leo wants to keep MC to himself and Mikey would rather not have a sole person keep them.

First of all, considering that Leo is a manipulative type (based off of many canon details) he might even try to manipulate Mikey. Leo loves his brother dearly but if he's crazy then he'll be driven to try to convince Mikey to let him keep MC for himself.

You could interpret this in numerous ways but I personally think he might try to almost guilt-trip Mikey. Leo knows that Mikey has a soft spot for the family and his passions (art + cooking) and will try to do anything to keep them happy so Leo will definitely use that as an advantage. Saying things like, "Mikey, don't you want your big brother happy? Nothing in life has stood out to me more than them, you know that."

It could work, especially after the course of the movie, but Mikey still has his own psychological strengths as well. Meaning he can see through Leo's mind games. His ability to read emotions and thoughts is up there, maybe not as refined as Leo's but more advanced than Donnie and Raph for sure. This can lead to a long, long conflict between the two.

Now, moving on to some background information for Mikey before we go into the conflict shit; I view him as the obsessive/worshipping type. There isn't much to go off of honestly but I personally feel this way since his idolizing of Meat Sweats can go the same way for MC as well.

If Meat Sweats is his idol for cooking, then I would say MC could be an idol for him for art, personality, and anything really. So if he were to initiate action before Leo, he'll gather his small but surprisingly strong cult to spread the word of MC while having them stand beside him. This way he can gather strength in numbers and try to defy Leo's possessiveness.

"Hey, do you guys feel bored some days and feel like nothing is exciting in life? Then try checking out a pass time of trying to learn and spread the way of our deity, MC!"

Moving on, the chaos of their conflict.

It's really pushing back and forth until someone takes final action.

What are these final actions you may ask?

Mikey will have gathered a group of believers enough to overpower Leo (even with his portal ability). Meanwhile, Leo successfully breaks down Mikey and can keep MC all to himself.

It's really chaotic and doesn't have a straightforward plan, even for Leo.

But we have one more possibility to think about here.

Would they ever make a deal?

Mikey is willing to, but it again would take some heavy convincing on Leo's side. He would see it as a way to keep MC and Leo happy, not because he's ok with Leo taking MC for himself. So, in other words, Leo can be together with MC but the cult has to be able to worship MC.

Leo, I feel like would never even consider such a thing. Leo may be more responsible/mature after the movie but his want for something to have for himself holds him down strong. The only way he would make a deal is by following Mikey's terms, then finding a dimension/world that Mikey would take forever to. He'll send letters tho <3.

This is my analysis. There is a lot more that could be dissected from these two but for now, I think you get the point.

Oh and hi 🌹anon

- Celina

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Sir pentious x reader

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I was just doing my casual shift at the Happy Hotel, when I saw on the news there was a turf war and angel dust was in it.

'Vaggie is gonna be up his ass about that especially with the news report' And just like I had thought 15 minutes later Vaggie, Angel, and Charlie walked through the door with Vaggie going on about something and then leaving with Angel who tried and failed terribly to make Charlie feel better.

About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door and I heard the door open, close, then open again, and just to be slammed again. I was confused so I peeked around the corner of the kitchen since I was making dinner before they barged in, to see a nervous Charlie

"U-uh Vaggie" Charlie asked, and Vaggie let out a groan "ughh what?" She asked annoyed.

"T-the radio demons at the- at the door" Charlie said making very awkward hand motions, but this got Vaggies attention. "WHAT?! Well don't let him in." Vaggie said but ignoring her girlfriends advice ( Yes I ship Vaggie and Charlie get over it )

      -Cue Alastors singing to the explosion-

By then I'd walked back into the kitchen and didn't really care about Alastors presence as long as he doesn't disrupt me. But when I heard an explosion that grabbed my attention and I walked out.

"What the hell is going on? I heard singing and now this?" I then see a balloon in the sky and Sir. Pentious out of everyone was sitting in it. ( You know him from one day you went to the bar drunk and tried flirting with him and he seemed interested but turned you down saying he had to conquer hell first. )

"Ah, Alastor and y/n we meet again" I recognized him but didn't want to but before I could say anything I heard Alastor say "Do I know you?" And I had to hide a slight laugh.

          -Cue Alastor using his magic and dad jokes and walking back into the hotel and changing the name-

I went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner when I started hearing static and when I turned around I saw Alastor staring over my shoulder at what I was cooking.

"Ah- holy shit. Don't do that personal space man" I said gently pushing him back and going back to cooking.

"My apologies my dear.... What are you making?" He asked. "F/f ( favorite food )"

"Good dish. Have you ever made jambalaya?" He asked, "No but I've thought about making it I just can never find a good recipe"

"Well I could teach you my recipe if you'd like?" He asked.  "Hm sure... tomorrow?" "That works perfectly see you then." He said.

       -Cue more conversation because I can't think and I really don't want my family to see my phone screen right now-

After dinner was ready, I started telling people it was ready. 'Hm I'm not very hungry today.. I think I'll go on a walk'

I put on a small jacket shoes ( whatever type you want ) and walked out.

As soon as I'd started the walk I felt like I was being followed but brushed it off since that's a pretty normal feeling for hell. I mean people having a staring issue down here.

Once I'd walked pretty far I decided to turn around and head back but took a short cut through an alley since it was a quicker way back.

When I was about to exit the alley I was grabbed and pushed against the wall. "Hay- what the he-" the person cut me off by putting a hand over my mouth.

"Our encounter was cut short earlier but I wanted to invite you to my place." 'Wait I recognize that voice it can't be-' Once my vision came back from being slammed against the wall I realized my suspicions were correct and it was Sir. Pentious.

I tried to speak but he still had his hand over my mouth and he sighed. "If I let you cant scream okay?"

I nodded my head and he let go. "So why now all of a sudden are you seeking me out?" I asked. "Well ever since you... flirted? I think that's correct ( Yes you get wholesome snake Boi ) I have been feeling an odd way and you have been running through my mind like crazy!" He said sounding confused and annoyed.

'Okay this is new' "So you want me to go to your place so we can...?" I asked confused. "Ah well I was hoping we could talk about this... feeling over maybe tea?"

"Hm fine." I said still confused. "Great!" He responded overly excited.

       -Cue being at his house because I suck at writing in convos-

Once we were at his house he said make yourself comfortable while he went and got the tea.

I was amazed by the place to say the least it looked like it came straight from the 60s and I loved that Era. I saw a record player and decided to see what kind of music he listened to and put the needle on the record that was already in.

When I put the needle down 'Can't help falling in love by Elvis presley started playing ( Listen on youtube if you don't know it )

I knew the song and even started singing a bit till I felt I was being watched and turned around to see Sir. Pentious standing at the door way with his eyes closed as he seemed to be enjoying the music and my singing.

But he also appeared to be zoned out so I took this as a chance and kept singing as I made my way to him until I was close enough to whisper in his ear "Falling in love there Pentious?" I said and his eyes shot open and his hood flared.

"I-i maybe- I mean no! What gave you that impression?!" He asked clearly embarrassed.

"Aw and now your flustered" His hood went to hide his face and I just let out a chuckle.

"Cmon now I wanna see my snakes fa-" but before I could finish the sentence he had pressed his lips into mine still managing to hold the tea with his tail. Which oddly enough his lips tasted of the tea which sort of tasted like peppermint.

"Well that's a quick way to shut me up, do it more often" I said grabbing the tea and walking over to couch and putting the tea on the table.

He blushed a little but walked over and grabbed his cup and began drinking it. "So.. that feeling was... love?" He asked seeming confused.

"Yea I would definitely think so considering what you've told me." I responded.

"Hm. Well in that case would you want to live here so we can figure how to make this.. love thing work?" He asked slightly flustered. "I would love to." I responded.

     That was 4 months ago now me and Pentious have things figured out and I'm living with him full time and even helping with inventions his little egg bois call me different names and Charlie seemed to be supportive, as I expected but Alastor did not seem happy since him and Pentious don't really like each other. Me and Alastor still talk but not as much. But I'm okay with that I'm happy with Pentious and I'm hoping things don't change.

           1243 words ( not including intro with the tag and little key. It's only the words for the story ) Hope you enjoy though and glad I got it done and my family didn't ask what I was doing.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Roses, pencil, caress for alpha steve and little one, even though, I kinda wanna know with curtis and honey too, only if you wanna 🥰

I did answer Roses and Caress for Alpha Steve and Little One here

And Roses for Curtis and Honey here.

So I will pick a random one to replace.

Pencil- Do you own a journal?

Steve: "Yes, I have some from when I was with the Howling Commando's team. Looking back on it now, it was how I coped with our missions. I haven't looked at them in many years, but I know that my entries would have shown another side of the Alpha and me that I don't wish to be again."

Little One: "No, I have never tried journaling but I would like to, I think it might help me sort through some thoughts and feelings that confuse and overwhelm me sometimes.

Cupcake- Are you a good cook?

Little One: "I think so! I love to bake and create dishes. Sometimes when I am all alone at the cabin, I will blast the radio and just let myself go in the kitchen. Never know what I am going to make. Some of them have been really good."

Steve: "More than good. You can smell whatever she is cooking all the way at the garage and I can just see everyone wanting to go pay my mate a visit. Sometimes they do and they get lucky cause she always makes extra. Myself, well I can do breakfast pretty good. I make a mean egg scramble that is my usual feed a crowd meal."

Pencil- Do you own a journal?

Honey: "Yes, ever since I was a kid I have had one. I try to write in it every day, but you know how life is. I feel like if I didn't have a journal stashed on my nightstand, I would be a little lost. It's really eye-opening to see all the different stages of my life I have gone through."

Curtis: "I mean I should but nope, maybe it's a habit I will pick up later. I can already see the wheels in Honey's head turning to get me one. I do have some that were my mom's given to me by that side of the family, it was a way for me to know a bit about her when I got older. They are very special to me."

Caress- Do you like to snuggle?

Curtis: "Absolutely! I love holding my partner and touching her. It is my way of saying 'I'm here' without having to say anything. If Honey really didn't like it, I would of course respect her and stop, but for me, it's important in the relationship. I want to be able to hold her and show her love and affection. Some of my favorite times are when we are watching tv together and she is curled up against me."

Honey: "Curtis is very touch affectionate, and I never realized how much I enjoyed it till I got to experience that feeling. With the right person, it isn't suffocating or uncomfortable at all. Many times he pulls me back to bed for five more minutes just before we start our day. Getting to experience that type of commitment has been incredibly monumental for me and I appreciate getting to have it."

Cupcake- Are you a good cook?

Honey: "I can get by with the basics. Nothing gourmet though, I took some classes but never could get the delicate fanciness of some of it. If you want some chocolate chip cookies, a thirty minute meal or something from the crockpot though, I'm your girl."

Curtis: "Don't let her fool you, everything she makes I have enjoyed. I'm good, living as a bachelor I was quick to learn. I don't mind takeout but that shit gets old fast. I prefer cooking on a campfire or grill but I can make you some pretty good stew or chicken and biscuits. Those are my cold weather go to's."

Honey: "Okay, not to brag but I will say I do make the best pancakes."

Curtis: "Fuck yes she does. It's not bragging if it is the truth."

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Light My Soul on Fire pt 7

~*~

Izuku was still on cloud nine days later. That was hands down, the best first date he’d ever gone on. He needed to make sure their next date was just as good. Izuku had dried the flowers and was in the process of pressing them flat, but he hadn’t decided what to do with them afterwards. He just wanted something to remember their first date.

Katsuki was amazing. At first glance he was brash and aggressive, but that was clearly just on the surface. The Katsuki that Izuku was getting to know was generous, funny and quietly kind. Best of all, he’d seemed interested in getting to know Izuku, which shouldn’t be surprising and yet…

Most guys he’d gone on dates with had just been interested in the omega. They wanted slick and submission, not Izuku. Part of him wondered if Katsuki was different because he was an enigma; whether because of his nature or because of how enigmas were treated.

Ultimately it didn’t really matter what made Katsuki different, he just was, and Izuku was glad for it.

“I’ll be back, Izuku,” Shouto said, startling Izuku out of his daydreaming. He turned on the couch to look at his roommate, who already had his keys in hand.

“Where are you going Shou?”

“Fuyumi’s. Father hired someone to give me cooking lessons.”

Izuku sat up straighter. “Oh! Is this your first lesson?”

Shouto nodded and slipped his shoes on.

“You’ll have to let me know how it goes.”

“Sure,” Shouto said with a tiny smile. “Will you be home later?”

“As far as I know, yeah.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”

As soon as the door closed, Izuku whipped his phone out.

>>omg my roommate is taking cooking lessons 😳

<< that’s good right?

>>it’s surprising!

>>& hopefully it’ll go well, yeah

>>it’s mostly surprising that his dad paid for the lessons and he’s still going

<<Haaah?? Why’s that more surprising? Why’s it surprising that your kitchen disaster roomie is taking lessons anyway?

Izuku giggled, almost able to hear Katsuki’s gruff voice with the question.

>>Shouto has a

>>let’s say a weird family dynamic

>>he won’t take anything his dad buys or do anything he pays for

>>and hes been adamant about learning on his own

<<That’s a shit way to learn.

>>right?!?!?!

Izuku bit his lip and twirled his thumbs as he contemplated how to best go about asking what he wanted to know.

He typed slowly, thinking hard about every word, and when he finished, he reread the message twice before sending it.

>>so, I have an idea for our next date

>>when are you free?

The reply took longer than the others had, and Izuku started to worry he’d been too bold. To distract himself, Izuku got up and started cleaning. He’d managed to clean the entire kitchen and vacuum the living room before his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He was grateful he was alone and nobody saw the way he literally dropped the vacuum cord to check his texts.

<<I have Tuesday and Wednesday off. If that doesn’t work let me know when is better. I’ll make time for you.

Izuku squeaked in flustered delight and covered his burning face with his hands. He did a little dance on his toes before shaking his hands and bending to pick up the vacuum cord.

~*~

Katsuki was glad Izuku wanted to see him again so soon, and he couldn’t get the smile off of his face. He did hope that his scheduled days off would work, because if he used his PTO he was pretty sure his coworkers would actually faint. He could hear the idiots talking on the other side of the kitchen and did his best to ignore them.

“He’s doing it again,” Eijirou muttered.

“I know, I see him,” Yo replied.

“Fam, that’s actually terrifying,” Camie said.

“Do you think he was swapped with a pod person?” Yo asked.

“Maybe a changeling,” Eijirou suggested.

Katsuki had thought right when he’d thought he’d scare the shit out of them the next time he worked. He never smiled this much, but the little omega he’d taken out was just so goddamn cute. Even the morons he had to deal with on a daily basis couldn’t take him out of his happy place.

They were all in the kitchen now as Katsuki piled fruit and ice into the blender.

“Poke him with something made of iron,” Camie said. “If it burns, we’ll know he got swapped.”

“Poke me at all and you die,” Katsuki said absently as his phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see that Izuku had responded to his (admittedly sappy) text with a ton of flustered emojis. He smiled and heard Eijirou whine.

<<I think Wed is good

<<Want me to meet you at the firestation?

Yeah, absolutely fucking not. The excited, well meaning idiots would bombard the poor nerd with questions and probably freak him out.

>>Nah, I’ll come to you. What time?

<<I’ll let you know.

Katuski put his phone away and poured his smoothie into a protein shaker bottle. As he turned to leave the kitchen, Eijirou blocked his way, shoulders almost hitched up to his ears, wringing his hands.

“I know you’re ignoring us on purpose but you’re good, right?”

Katsuki sighed, unwilling affection for his merry band of morons swelling in his chest.

“Yeah, Shitty Hair, I’m good. Something’s just going really fucking well and I don’t wanna jinx it by talking about it too early.”

Eijirou’s shoulders relax a bit and he steps aside with a nod.

“Do you think he’s getting laid?” Yo asked loudly, sounding scandalized.

Eijirou and Camie both hushed him and Katsuki couldn’t help but snort as he pulled his phone out again.

>>What should I wear?

<<It’s business casual

<<so slacks and a button up?

Katsuki almost choked on his smoothie. Where was the nerd taking him?He hadn’t worn slacks in years.

Did he even still have a pair that fit?

He really hoped he wouldn’t have to call the damn hag to get fitted for new slacks.

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JACOBIN FICTION CONVENTION MEETING 34: DÉLICIEUX (2021)

1. The Introduction

Hello, dear Citizens, and welcome back to Jacobin Fiction Convention. I’m not feeling too great today so please forgive me if this review seems shorter and a little half assed. But I didn’t want to cancel the promised review yet again so here we are.

So, this movie came to my attention completely by accident during a flight from Moscow to Istanbul a while ago. The synopsis included the year 1789 and the setting is France, so you can BET that I was immediately curious and watched the entire thing in one sitting.

(Btw, it’s available on Amazon prime in French and English, but can be watched for free online in the Russian dub.)

That being said, this movie is far from flawless and still warrants a full review, so let’s begin today’s meeting in earnest, shall we?

2. The Summary

This movie tells the story about Pierre Manceron, a former chef who decides to leave his position when his noble employer and said employer’s friends mock Manceron’s new dish and generally impede his creativity.

After the scandal, Manceron and his son move in with a family friend and open up a small tavern, but the former chef decides not to create new dishes ever again. Little does he know, a mysterious woman named Louise is about to cross paths with him.

Eager to become Manceron’s apprentice in cooking and to make sure he begins to cook again like he used to, Louise nevertheless seems to have an agenda of her own and the secrets she keeps might just ruin everything.

3. The Plot

Overall, it’s a good story with nice pacing and structure. Of course, this story of the first restaurant in France is pure fiction but it is a fictional movie that doesn’t pretend to be a documentary, which is awesome.

Also, while Frev isn’t at the center of the story, it is mentioned quite a lot and is, in fact, part of the reason why the main villain, the former employer, gets his comeuppance in the end. It also overlaps with the storyline of opening a completely new type of eatery, since gone are the days of dingy inns and lavish feasts of nobility.

Aside from all that, I loved the found family trope used in the story, as over its course Louise bonds with Manceron and his son, thus finding a new family and a new purpose in life. I could’ve been fine without Manceron and Louise falling in love though, but that’s just me.

4. The Characters

At first, Pierre Manceron came off as a cliché reluctant cynical mentor so I was prepared not to care about him much. I was pleasantly surprised though, since he gets some nice development later on and he is realistically flawed. He is a womanizer, he can be a stubborn mule and he does attempt to hit on Louise after finding out she used to be a sex worker (read: kiss her). Luckily, his behavior is never romanticized by the narrative.

To his credit, Manceron quickly realizes that Louise isn’t okay with this treatment and never attempts to pull those stunts ever again and grows out of his time period-accurate views on women. For example, while initially correctly stating that most apprentices are young men, he does eventually begin to teach Louise and really begins to respect her, even helping her humiliate the shit out of the villain in the end.

Louise herself is my favorite character though.

I think making her a middle aged woman instead of a young ingenue is quite a bold choice. She too is flawed and at first only needs this apprenticeship to seek revenge on the noble who used to employ Manceron. Her past is troubled and includes becoming a widow and losing all of her children, for example.

However, she later genuinely becomes attached to her mentor and to his son and gets her revenge not in the way she originally wanted, but in a way that is far more harmless and doesn’t put her loved ones at risk.

Louise is also the proverbial brains behind the establishment she and Manceron open up and comes up with the majority of the innovations they use in the restaurant, like menus and specials of the day.

Benjamin, Manceron’s son, is a young adult interested in the works of the philosophers of the Enlightenment and in the upcoming revolution. He’s an idealist, sometimes to a fault, but he’s a genuinely nice guy who accepts Louise even before Manceron himself does, this avoiding the “jealous kid” trope.

Jacob, Manceron’s friend who takes him and Benjamin in, is a fairly minor character but I did like him. He’s a bit of a drunk, but a very caring man.

Duc de Chamfort, the main villain, is an ass. A typical pompous noble believing only nobility should have access to tasty food since only they can “appreciate it”. He is also a metaphorical thread connecting Louise (the woman he wronged in the past) and Manceron (his former chef whom he claims to respect but treats like shit), thus becoming a catalyst for the entire storyline. Fortunately, he does get a satisfying humiliation when the heroes trick him into eating at their restaurant while surrounded by people of lower class and confronting him about his crimes.

These are the most noteworthy characters in my opinion.

5. The Setting

I liked the setting, even though some female costumes aren’t accurate due to lack of shawls (fichu) that would usually cover up the cleavage.

Other than that, it’s pretty good in terms of scenery and costumes. I especially liked the changes in the color scheme and the lighting as the shabby inn is transformed into a much more welcoming restaurant.

As for the food, it looked just amazing!!!

I also loved details like confusion about how to spell Manceron’s name (fixed spelling didn’t exist).

6. The Acting

Isabel Carré (Louise) is my favorite here, but most actors did an amazing job. I found the duke a bit hammy, but I think it’s probably the screenwriter and director who are to blame. Or maybe it’s because creating a somewhat comical villain was the whole point.

7. The Soundtrack

Not exactly a masterpiece, but quite good.

8. The Conclusion

To sum up, this movie is a pretty good fictional story about found family, changes in the food industry and the French Revolution.

Not a perfect movie by any means, but I found it pretty enjoyable so you can check it out if you want.

With that, today’s meeting has officially come to an end.

Stay tuned for updates, everyone!

Love,

Citizen Green Pixel

[paisholotus]

𝓒𝓱. 7

Narrative

Today the Quileutes was coming over, to have dinner with the Wilton family. To say Nae and Lea was nervous about having them over was an over statement. They hoped that their family would make a good impression.

"Okay, everybody, please be on your best behavior. Please keep your etiquette in mind." Their mother said, focusing her attention on Aaron and Lea, the family troublemakers. Knowing Nae don't speak unless she is spoken to.

Aaron and Lea mumbled an ok, and their mom rolled her eyes. Aaron carried the plates and sliver ware to the table. While Nae and Lea placed down the dishes.

Jacob's pov

Everyone was getting ready to go over to Nae's house, to have have dinner with her family. And I was anxious, but I pushed my emotions aside and told myself that I wouldn't screw this up. In the mirror, I checked out my clothes, which consisted of a long black sweater and black jeans. I grabbed the carved wolf bracelet I made for Nae. I hope she likes it, I hope I'm not going to fast with her. Considering I haven't been interested with another woman since Bella. I grimaced at the thought of her, and them blood suckers have put me through alot of shit. Me and Nae have been on three dates, since our first one. She genuinely makes me happy.

Before leaving my room, I took one last look at myself and walked downstairs to see Emily and Leah cooking for them.

"Do you think they'll like it, Jake" I looked at glass baking dish that she placed on the counter, and the tablet screen, which read roasted strawberry crumble. "I think they'll like it, Em." I hugged her on the side, and carried the dish to the car.

"He should stop moping around like a lost puppy now that he's found a girlfriend." Paul said, laughing with Jared. I gave him a irritated glare. "Paul, Jared, please stop teasing Jacob. You should be happy for him. Not everybody is able to find someone to make them happy." Emily said, with a smile.

Paul muffled an sorry. Which shocked me because he never apologizes. "Don't get used to it." he said, quickly when he saw my smirk.

Seth burst out laughing and hugged him from the side. "Well, Embry and I are both proud of you, bro." Quil said.  With Embry nodding eagerly. We finished getting ready, and carried everything to the car. Emily smiled at me, giving me a hug. "okay, we'll be leaving shortly. Go tell Embry to come down, Jake."

She turned to Sam and said to him, "I hope everything goes well." He nodded, saying a quiet "me too."

Embry's pov

I was finishing my hair in the shower. I wanted to make an good impression when I saw Lea again. Even though we only been on two dates, I felt overwhelmed by everything happening too quickly.

I realized she was no girl I ever met before. I mean I've had plenty of crushes on girls at school, but I was never the out going type, to ask someone out. To me I thought she was one of those pretty girls that wouldn't give me the time of day, but once I got to know her, we have so much in common. She's sweet, outgoing, funny, smart, she has the cutest laugh I've ever heard. She's the complete opposite of me, but that's why I like her.

That's when my mood sank, what if I mess up? What if she realizes I'm no good for her. I mean out of all the pack, I don't really think I'm the best looking one. I-i don't know I just want things to work between us. I asked Jake if I should bring her something, and he said he made Nae a carved wolf bracelet. It took me a couple hours beforehand to think of what to get Lea, and I remembered she told me she loved flowers. So I got her favorite, blue hibiscus flowers. Emily and Leah grow them out back, Emily likes planting Vegetables and flowers. She's notorious for her green thumb, lord knows Sam can't keep something alive to save his life.

I took a deep breath to try to calm my nerves, so I can think positive. I can't think negative all the time, maybe Lea actually likes me for me. It's her chocolate brown eyes, that stare into to mine that makes me feel all giddy. My thoughts were disturbed when Jake knocked on my door.

"We're ready to go. You should come on, so we don't be late." I signed and shut the door behind me before following him down the stairs. Everyone was outside waiting for me and Jake, then all of sudden that nervousness came back. Jake noticed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "chill out, Embry. You'll do just fine." He said, giving a reassuring nod.

I nodded and got into Sam's truck. Which had me, Jake, Emily, and, Quil. While Billy's truck had Jared, Paul, Leah and Seth. I looked at Lea's flowers as we pulled off leaving, heading to their house.

Narrative

Nae and Lea checked themselves in the mirror one last time, before looking at each other and chuckled. "Damn, didn't think I'll be here. Actually having the boys we're seeing have dinner with our family. Has Jacob even asked you to be his girlfriend yet?" Lea asked, Nae.

Nae sat beside Lea on the couch and shook her head, smiling a little bit. "Has Embry asked you yet?" She asked, Lea. Lea shook her head and held her hands in her lap. They sat in comfortable silence before Lea spoke again. "You and Jacob look good together. " She told, Nae. Nae blushed, looking at at her younger sister. "Really?" Lea nodded, sitting closer to Nae, grabbing one of her hands. "I really like him, he ain't like any of the other boys I've dated. He's sweet, kind, funny. We have the same music taste, that man listens to R&B." Nae hit Lea's leg with a big smile on her face, but it fell a little bit. When she realized something.

"But he's been hurt before. And I just wanna be good enough for him." Nae said, sadly. Lea leaned over and kissed Nae's cheek, "You are good enough. Anyone would be lucky to have you." Lea said, proudly. Nae smiled and mumbled a small thanks.

"You and Embry look good too." Nae said. Lea confidently crossed her arms and said, "yeah, I know." Nae smacked her teeth, and playfully shoved Lea.

"THEY'RE HERE!" Aaron yelled. Nae and Lea looked at each other and signed. "Welp, let's get this over with." Walking out the living to go greet their dinner guest.

[poetryoncoffee]

AN: this is original since i don't know where to start with fanfics lol, this i think will be the start of the first draft I'm writing for my first attempt at an actual novel! any feedback is really, really appreciated

The Busy Life

I loved the simple life, my cottage, my little routine, the books i read, the shows i watch, the simple life. So how did i end up in the middle of the big city, looking as out of place as a sewer rat in a suit? having never visited London and always hating cities i just stood at the side of the road, watching some big ass red bus drive up the busy road, incredulous that people could stand to live here, do they not hate the constant bustling? the smell? the people everywhere? i guess not. It had never been the life for me, even when I got the chance to go to a good university i rejected, I was happy with my life of peace i didn't need higher education. I attended college in a city and that was enough. The day i passed my course i told my parents i wanted to move back to the countryside. "Marissa, why do you want to move back?" Mother questioned "Marissa, don't you prefer it here?" Father asked, my answers? "i want to move back because i like it there, it isn't loud and overcrowded and it smells like organic animal shite instead of gas and fumes" I said to her "no i don't prefer it here" I told him, i wanted to go home. Against their preferences i went back to our family home alone, believing that living alone with no money would be better then living in the city, i started farming my own food, keeping my own animals and took a job in the nearest village a few miles away. I made my living stocking shelves and mopping floors in a small, local shop a short bikes ride away from my cottage. I worked there for years, years that I spent alone in that cottage, happy with the amount of social interaction i got at the shop while stocking the shelves and mopping everyone's muddy footprints at the end of the day. i was happy to have that be the rest of my life until she walked in that day, that day that she stopped to talk to me, that day that I gave up on everything i ever knew.

I never thought i would feel this way about anyone, definitely not a woman, all my life i believed i was asexual, i had never felt any attraction, sexual or otherwise, to anyone. no personal or celebrity crushes. I realised soon after meeting her that it may have been the fact I never leave the countryside and don't see anyone but upon thinking on my school and college days i realised it still didn't make any damn sense. My sexuality could be anything, all I knew then was that i felt a new type of way towards the girl in front of me, I wanted to talk to her for hours, I wanted to get to know her. We talked in the aisles of the shop until she finally checked out and left, we agreed to meet in the field near my farm after dinner, it was all i could think about the rest of my shift, all i wanted was for it to hurry up and end so i could see her again. i biked home, barely looking where I'm going, too excited at the prospect of seeing her again in only two short hours. Short was what I thought at the time but I remember that they felt like the slowest two hours of my life like the universe slowed time down just to point and laugh at me as i paced my cottage, distractedly snacking on crisps and carrots. A pretty rubbish combination but i was too giddy to cook. I remember being so excited that i ran to that field a good 40 minutes early and setting up snacks and a blanket, trying to make it look fancy even though it was the most basic shit, i just wanted to impress her. We talked into the middle of the night, she told me her name was Olivia and she was visiting her sister who lived in the village, Olivia lived in London. I will never forget the feeling in my chest when she said that, my heart sunk and I immediately gave up on any form of relationship with her, still naively believing that i would never move to the city, how wrong i clearly was.

[goldkirk]

my goals for august:

• buy a mattress for the first time!!

• pick a bed if I have enough money this month

• get new legal documents

• report the problems from my psych admission in 2020 to the hospital even though it’s super late, so they just actually know. doesn’t matter if any of them care or change anything, just want to do it for me.

• listen to 8 new music artists on my catch-up list (1 is already done, Pearl Jam. Listening to Pink Floyd next)

• have someone forcibly go with me to the endodontist to get the over a year old root canal done and make them not tell me anything else about other teeth until that’s done so I don’t straight up leave and never come back

• learn what annual physicals are and find out if my new primary thinks if I actually should do them

• get a lot more post it notes and whiteboard stickers for notes to myself and just go ahead and put them everywhere for the moment

• get more than 38 hours of sleep every week for at least 3/4 weeks

• make a poster board that’s just the daily flow chart for work so I can stop trying to hold onto the three remaining shreds of that memory and just give up and use the external instructions for a while

• bake a congratulations for escaping a cult cake for myself and put sprinkles on it

• go to ONE group social event (or something like a museum group I guess) before it’s the end of the month. Have you considered a support group or hobby group ever in your life future me??? bc you should

• figure out strategies for food hoarding fixes and sort that shit out fast before it compounds too much in the new place

• avoid any and all thought pathways or questions about anything triggering during work hours like the plague, so I don’t pile on unnecessary spirals or flashbacks

• KEEP TAKING ALL THE MEDS EACH DAY JFC THEYRE EVEN IN A PILL BOX IT CANNOT POSSIBLY BE EASIER AND YET THERE ARE STILL SOME LEFT EVERY WEEK. PLEASE EXPLAIN, ME.

• stop. eating. so. many. brownies. stop. it’s not fun treating yo self anymore. it’s alarming. there WILL be brownies in the future the world will not stop having cosmic brownies for you to access I s2g me. i can see you have something to prove to yourself by compulsively buying and eating this very specific food that was like The snack food echoing through childhood. but like. Christ, dude. lay off the brownies. please for the love of everything. there is no way this is helping. there is no way you should be eating pre packaged processed snack desserts as often as this. i am literally begging you to make one pan of beans again. why in the world are you tired of beans they’re the only healthy thing you know how to cook HURRY UP AND GET UN-SICK OF THE BLACK BEANS AND STOP EATING COSMIC BROWNIES THIS IS JUST EMBARASSING, ME 😭

• try to do some beginner art tutorials from YouTube in sketchbook and on dollar store mini canvases

• get thank you letters sent that have been simmering in a sauce pan in the back of your head for months

• get pooh bear and the old glass lamp n stuff from the storage unit and finally put them in your apartment

• I have no idea how many things are in this list, sorry people, I’m on mobile and can’t put a read more so I’ll keep it short

• write a one sided index card explanation of why I’m not ready to talk to therapist for now that I can just hand someone if it’s suggested

• start making a poster board chart for various flavors of dissociation so I can pinpoint the right type faster and then just see the instruction for what’ll help and hopefully save time

• somehow make a physical copy and two more digital copies of the family event and situation records I’ve started keeping so I don’t just lose them someday if I get hacked or forget a password. consider sending a copy of what I have so far in a folder or mini binder and sending it to a safe relative for one more layer of protection

• talk to actual financial counselor about debts and about the right rate I should fill the safe-place-to-land money account for the niblings if I’ve only got 3-5 years max

• write a small script to tell the boss and my daily coworker a bare bones but honest short explanation of what I’m coming from and how it might affect my work for this coming year and to please let me know early if they start feeling like I’m slacking off or if I’m not as responsive and on top of things as I’m supposed to be, so we can all avoid frustration and repeated cycles of increasing boom-bust stress because of my current natural tendencies

• log things more often

• get physical sunlight on actual skin at least once every two days

• go outside for an Aoife walk at least twice a day even if it’s an ongoing fear response the whole time. No excuses. It shouldn’t matter if other people will think you’re weird, your dog needs walks. Also you need walks. Also you need people. You are like five days away from full agoraphobia and that’s gonna be a no from me dog. Sincerely, not quite agoraphobic but definitely never wanting to leave the building again past you

• Say nicer things to myself. I’ve gotten really, really mean, I haven’t been this cruel to myself in a few years and it needs to stop. If I catch a thought consciously, I’m going to attempt to build a habit of immediately having to say one nice statement too, related OR unrelated, that’s compassionate instead.

• catch up on four people or groups I’ve completely not responded to in ages without explanation and apologize before August is over. Four is better than 0, which it’ll be if I don’t ever actually just start somewhere and let myself keep being tired and afraid

• get a second tally clicker to track how many times this month I’m actually not scared or on edge

• test the phenomenon about my light sensitivity being shockingly super different on that one drug and jot some notes or a little log to bring up with doctor later if it’s helpful or if I have questions

• talk to someone to see a physical therapist for my left knee BEFORE it gets actually injured. Make this the first time you ever listen to the signs before something is actually wrong-wrong, figure me! come one you worked really hard to learn to start recognizing what sensations are supposed to mean “pain” rather than just “sensation type 16374” and you’re working really hard to actually pay attention to your body when it has a sensation that’s supposed to be pain. That’s a lot of new neural wiring, bring it all together by connecting it one more step to make a whole brand new highway next to the old one. You can do this. Do it please before this knee is properly fucked, you can’t bank on having several years before any bad injury, you know now that’s not how bodies work and you could just get out of bed wrong and tear it if you’re at just the wrong angle and level of strain, get on top of this and it’ll be sooooo good in a few months, I bet our knees AND feet and hips will ALL feel stronger and more fun to move on if you do!!!!

• go to that one free yoga session so I actually see some people living here and get social time

• practice ducking and hunching less when outside around people

• get a psychiatrist over here and get all my meds switched over

• go fishing with Margie again before her school starts and take her somewhere fun with me

• bake Margie a cake

• paint a cardinal picture for Aunt P

• start writing letters to G even if I’m not allowed to send them and write them for the other kids too and decorate a special box to keep them all in

[erodasfishtacos]

could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on. 

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon. 

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!” 

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

**

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

**

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

**

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

**

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.  

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous. 

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

**

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub! 

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

**

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself. 

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him. 

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

**

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed. 

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen. 

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N. 

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny. 

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl. 

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

**

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body. 

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

                                  -- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her. 

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips. 

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.