cheers you on at every soccer game even though you’re horrible at it “You got this, champ!” loves to barbecue and can always tell when something’s wrong “You okay, bud?” Still wears the #1 dad t-shirt you made for him when you were little.
Comes off as relaxed and let’s you go to that shady party but when you get back you have (84) missed calls from Dad and he’s pacing in the living room. Doesn’t know how to cook so just orders takeout. “Well, you’re still alive so I guess I did pretty well”
“Breakfast is most important meal. Triggers metabolism and gives energy!” Only showed you educational kids shows and builds your model volcano for you. Sings in the car even though ugh dad you’re embarrassing me.
“I’m not your friend, I’m your father” but actually adores you more than anything in the galaxy. Took the day off work then stayed up with you all night when you got food poisoning. The day he tells you he’s proud of you is the best you’ve ever felt in your life.
let's you take a sip of ryncol and laughs when you start gagging. Says "Whatever" and uses guilt as his primary tactic. Always gives you piggy back rides and weirdly specific life advice.
Dad jokes. Too many dad jokes. Let you watch a horror movie that gave you nightmares for weeks. "If I can do it, you can." Made sure you aced your driving exam and took you out for ice cream after.
Tries to watch his language but it usually ends up sounding like "Well sh... shucks" All your friends think he's really cool but he always asks things like "what in the shitting hell is a me-me"
Crazy dance!! Always knows what to say when you're upset. Remembers the small things like what toppings you like on yogurt and makes sure your favorite shirt is always clean. "I want you to be happy in life."
Coconut-creamed liqueur skin
Translucent salt-rimmed fingers
Plump barbecue tangy lips
Otherworldly long-limed thighs
You have to leave, before you dress
You’ve become my favorite thing
Picnic of alien love
Probing stupor, stagger home
Wake to smells of sticky sauce,
Vomit, trash, coconut creams,
Are you last night’s memory
Or invasion of my dreams
Upon having seen someone comment on how the ShikaTema tags were dying - here we go! A ShikaTema fic. THIS TAG SHALL NEVER DIE!!! Ahem… *cough cough* I apologize for any sloppiness, in relation to the characters, but I’m not particularly familiar with these characters (in regards to writing them, I mean.) So hopefully this was alright and I did OK to match the ShikaTema fans’ standards. Please enjoy a little Shikamaru and Temari! Thanks so much ^.^
His head turned, facing the voice that had addressed him. The voice had become remarkably familiar to him and so, upon hearing it, he knew exactly who to expect; Temari. Releasing a gentle sigh, he returned his eyes to the gravestone in front of him.
“I was just paying my respects. Filling Asuma Sensei in on Kurenai and Mirai and everyone else.” The young man smiled gently. The names always brought a smile to his face. It was an endearing trait, one that Temari had fallen in love with.
“It’s alright. Take all the time you need.” The blonde woman stood beside him. She looked over the small slab of rock, reading the name quietly. She knew how much this man had meant to Shikamaru and as such, she was always remarkably patient whenever he reminisced of him. She was always his shoulder to cry on when the pain would resurface.
“Well, I think that’s enough talking for today.” He said suddenly, putting a hand on the back of his neck. “Did you want to grab something to eat?” His gaze cast upon her, sending a short moment of paralysis rushing through her. Turning her eyes away from him, she replied smoothly, “Sure.”
Shikamaru turned at the reply and exited the cemetery quietly; his thoughts elsewhere. Temari followed. She steadied her pace, matching Shikamaru’s, and took a moment to examine the cemetery as a whole. It was remarkable how many more lives had been lost, but after such a thing as war, it was to be expected. Still, it never washed away the sadness that those deaths brought.
They continued walking for several more minutes in silence before stepping onto the main road. The walk continued through the village. Just as they passed a dumpling stand, Shikamaru spoke. “How have you been lately? I haven’t seen you around as much.”
“Hm?” She tore her eyes away from one of the ramen shops. “I’ve been well. Gaara has his hands full and I’ve been helping him as best as I can. But things have been well. Remarkably well.” She scanned his face slowly. “…How about yourself?”
He smiled and looked towards her. “I’ve been alright too. I’ll be teaching Mirai soon, so that’s something to look forward to.” His gaze moved up, towards the sky, and then, slowly, back down to Temari. She smiled and chuckled gently, shaking her head. “You’re such a strange man.”
“Oh hey, that reminds me. Are you staying long in the village?”
The sudden change in topic surprised her. Lifting a brow in confusion, the blonde woman replied, “Well, I planned to stay for a few days, yes. Why?”
“Well, I know how much you like the hot springs. Maybe we can head over there later tonight.” His eyes had moved to the dirt beneath his feet. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have labeled the expression as bashful. However, she knew Shikamaru and she knew that the man wasn’t the type to grow bashful over a simple hot spring invitation.
“I certainly wouldn’t mind that.” Despite answering the question, she had her suspicions about his sudden change in behavior. Although she did very little to try and pursue that suspicion. Eventually, Shikamaru would speak and in doing so, he would reveal his true intentions.
“Let’s stop here.” He said suddenly, stopping in front of a small restaurant.
“Barbecue, huh?” She inquired, laughing slightly. “Seems like you’ve been spending too much time with Choji.”
“Nah, that’s not it.” He replied, stepping inside with Temari behind him. “The food’s pretty good and the tea’s not bad, so I like to stop in here when I can.” He sat down at one of the booths, releasing a sigh as he did so.
Temari smiled calmly. She settled into the booth and turned towards the window. She watched as several children raced past the restaurant, screaming and yelling as they played with one another. She looked back at Shikamaru - he was smiling as well, watching the children. It was a part of him that the woman found both soothing and peaceful. It was as though the man had finally found his calling in life and had come to terms with it.
“So listen,” his eyes locked onto hers. “I get that you’re staying here for a while, but have you found anywhere to stay yet?”
She furrowed her brows, sitting up where she sat. “No, not yet. I wasn’t planning on getting a room until a little later.”
“Right…” His eyes moved down to the menu, leaving the conversation at that. It was incredibly suspicious and irritating. If the man wanted to say something, she wished he would just say it. Beating around the bush and asking useless questions wasn’t going to get the conversation anywhere.
Sighing, she demanded, “What is it, Shikamaru?”
He looked at her with surprise. He must have truly believed that he was concealing himself well.
“Hi there. What can I get for you two today?” The waitress spoke over him, her pen resting against her notepad. Both of the ninja sighed, ordered their food, and waited for her to leave. Silence returned to the table.
Honestly, what is he thinking? She watched him - quietly. Something was off about him, but it wasn’t terribly strange. It was merely…confusing. Irritating? Upsetting! She didn’t know how to feel. And the more she circled through these emotions, the stronger than they became, and the quieter he remained.
“Temari,” he spoke, breaking her free from the never-ending cycle. “While you’re here, in the village…I’d like to take you on more dates like this.” His eyes lifted to hers and once again, silence fell.
She stared at him, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by his words. Had she heard him right? Had she somehow missed the fact that this, right now, was a date? Or was this his strange way of eluding to something more.
Her mouth opened, but for a few seconds, no words escaped. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and tried again. “So this…this is a date?”
“Look, I know it isn’t exactly…the best of confessions, but it was all I could think of.” He crossed his arms, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. The sight was enough to make a large grin spread across her lips. A laugh bubbled free from her chest and exited her body. Shikamaru could only watch as his confession was, supposedly, rejected. Her laugh was humiliating and it made him feel like an idiot for having planned such a thing.
“You don’t have to laugh about it. Just say no if you’re rejecting me.” He muttered.
“No, no…that’s…that’s not it.” Temari breathed, taking a moment to steady herself. Sitting up and clearing her throat, the young woman smiled. She held back yet another laugh and replied softly, “I’d love to, Shikamaru. Take me on as many dates as you see fit.”
The black haired man gasped softly. He stared at the woman; wide eyed and mouth agape. While he had hoped for a good response, he was ill prepared for the delivery of it. Smiling nervously, he looked down at the table and murmured, “Geez…you really are something, you know that?”
In response, the blonde woman could only laugh and watch as Shikamaru experienced a whole new level of humiliation.
Request: I really loved your tristan and millie imagine it was all cute and fluffy and yeah haha um could I have a brad one something being cute like that (so not typically cheesy) where he just really loves you and youve been together for a while
“(Y/N) are you ready?” Brad shouted upstairs “I’ll be down in a minute I shouted, rushing around in my room looking for the new perfume and the bracelet Brad’s family had given me for Christmas. We were off to his family’s annual summer barbecue, it was lovely because all of his family got together, even the boys from the band, and they all just chilled. I’d been with Bradley now for around 3 years so I’d been too quite a few of these barbecues, however I never got to see his family as much as I would like which is why I was really looking forward to going and spending some time with them. I walked down the stairs in my blue flowery dress, wedged heels and my hair in loose curls, much to Brad’s amazement. "You look beautiful” He mumbled “Thankyou Bradley” I smiled, kissing him on the cheek “Are you ready?” He nodded and we set off from the house, hopping into the car and turning the radio up full blast as we jammed out too Uptown Funk.
Pulling up at his house, it was decorated with lights and we could already hear the 80’s tunes blaring from the speakers in the garden. As we walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, Brad’s mum came rushing to greet us, hugging Brad and then me. “Here they are, my favourite little couple, oh how I’ve missed you" We were led into the house and immediately Brad and I were separated. He went to speak with his cousins whilst I made my way around his family members, saying hello and making general conversation. I also ended up on karaoke with Nat, his older sister. It was such a laugh, we get on so well and I think that means a lot to Brad. I then went outside and played with his youngest cousin on the swings, pushing her and watching her as she pretended to be a fairy princess. I joined in too and we even did a duet from Frozen, she was Elsa and I was Anna. I hope Brad didn’t see, I’d never live it down, Finally, I ended up talking to Con and James, two of Brad’s bandmates and two of the more familiar faces at the party tonight. All of a sudden, my hand was grabbed and I was dragged away from James and into the garden. It was dark now and the fairylights lit up the tree house that Brad used to play in when he was younger. "Where are we going?” “Up there” he pointed as we both began to climb Once we made it, the view was beautiful. The clear starry sky was something like I had never seen before. We sat with our legs dangling over the side of the tree house and my head resting on Brad’s shoulder. “I’m so lucky to have you” He mumbled “I’m lucky to have you too Bradley” “I wanted to get you on your own because I feel like I haven’t spent enough time with you tonight” “Oh it’s okay, I’ve been keeping myself entertained” “I believe you have…Do you wanna build a snowmannn?" He mimicked "I was hoping you hadn’t seen that” I replied burying my head into his chest. “Nah it was cute man, and it meant the world to Ella, she looks up to you a lot” “She’s a good kid” “I can’t wait for us to have our own children one day, you’ll be the most amazing mum, god I’m so lucky to have you” Our conversation was then interrupted by the ladders of the tree house shaking and Brad’s mum shouting up “I can see you two love birds up there, don’t make me come up and get you” “Coming mum” Brad shouted as we both giggled and made our way down to go and spend the rest of the night with his family
Hey so I’m currently sobbing in the middle of my room
after the deaths of Jo and Ellen in s5ep10 and could really do with a
pick me up oneshot. Could you please do one where the reader grew up
as like an adoptive sister/daughter to them and let’s say they
lived(I cannot accept it yet) and the reader is with Sam and they all
have a lovely family barbecue at Bobby’s&cute family&the
reader bakes&dean loves her cupcakes&pie&just cheery
fluff&cute boyfriend Sam please?
season 5 is rough. Much love, I hope you like it<3
“Dammit, Sam, you need to stop that or there’ll be no batter left!”
You laugh, shooing away your boyfriend. He groans, liking at his
“But it tastes so good!” He laments, and you laugh.
“It’ll taste better once it’s cooked, you dummy.” You grin, “And
that way, you won’t get salmonella.”
“Worth it.” He grins, and you laugh, the sunlight streaming
through the window illuminating your smile.
Finding yourselves at Bobby’s on a roasting midsummer’s day called
for only one thing – barbecues and paddling pools. Earlier in the
morning, Sam and Dean had driven off into town to stock up on summery
supplies, and boy had they done their job.
When they returned, they’d gone ahead and bought a whole damned
barbecue – plus steaks, sausages, chicken skewers… then Dean,
apparently, had caught eye of a kids’ pool, so they just had to buy
that too. Finally, they took the liberty of grabbing a whole load of
baking stuff because, ’Y/N’s cupcakes are the best and Bobby’s
never had one so you need to make them because you can’t deprive an
You grin to yourself as Sam cranks up the music in passing, and you
drop more batter into the pan. Sam watches you with fascination until
you bend down to put the cupcakes into the oven, when he comes over
and grabs your waist, pulling you into his arms.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” He grins goofily, and you laugh.
“You have batter on your cheek.”
“Yeah.” He leans in, shamelessly licking it off. You shriek.
“Sam, you’re disgusting!”
“You love it.”
“Do I?” You say, trying to be stern but it’s easily broken by
your laugh. He grins, letting you go.
“Where’s Ellen?” He asks, and you shrug.
“I think she’s out back with Jo and Bobby. Some people know better
than to get in my way when I’m cooking.”
“Yeah, but you love me.”
“Screw off.” You laugh, flicking at his forehead good-naturedly,
“I gotta get started on your brother’s pie.”
“Can I help?”
“You? Help?” You’re honestly surprised when he nods
enthusiastically. You laugh.
“Sure, I guess. Go grab the dish.” You instruct, running a hand
through your hair.
“Ow, ow, ow!” Sam whines, and you grab the dish from him. Someone
thought it was a good idea to grab the hot dish just moments after it
came out of the oven.
“Just keep running it under the cold!” You tell him, wiping the
sponge over the countertop, “It’ll be fine in a minute, it wasn’t a
He turns around, looking pitifully at you.
“Will you kiss it better?” He requests, and you laugh.
“Aw, sure.” You smile, taking his hand and kissing the little red
“I burned my lips too.”
“You’re an absolute goofball,” You laugh, “And I love you.”
He leans down, kissing you quickly before you can say no – not that
you would anyway. You smile against his lips, your hands linked at
the back of his neck and his at your waist. You let yourselves be
lost in the moment for a while.
“Guys, not in the kitchen.” Jo groans, leaning against the
doorframe with a beer in her hand. You split apart, albeit
reluctantly. You roll your eyes.
“You’ve done worse on the bar.” You retort, and she laughs.
“And if you ever tell mom, I’ll kill you.” She winks, and you
“I would never!” You gasp, pretending to be offended. She laughs
at you, peering behind you.
“The cakes cool?”
“Ask Sam.” You tease, turning around to get the pie out of the
oven as the timer goes off. Sam rolls his eyes.
“No.” He says simply, and all three of you burst into giggles.
Dean apparently hears you, and appears in the doorway.
“Do I smell pie?” He asks, just as you place the pie on the
countertop. You nod.
“You wanted me to make pie.”
“You actually made pie?” He asks, eyes wide, “Like…
pie? What kind of pie?”
“Sam, can I kiss your girlfriend?”
“Sam!” You yell in protest, running out of the way of his attack,
“Make me!” He grins, launching more water your way. You squeal as
it lands right atop your head, soaking you instantly.
“I hate you!”
“Say that again, I dare you.” The mischievous glint in his eye
brightens, and you gulp. He lunges at you, and you scream, diving out
of his way and running, bare feet against the dry grass. You’re
running and laughing at the same time, which doesn’t make for much of
a quick pace. He quickly seizes you around the waist, pulling you
into him and picking you up.
Naturally, you fight against him, but he only turns you around and
holds you tighter. You’re both laughing like idiots, however, and he
picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, hands resting on
“I love you.” He says quietly, and you grin.
“I love you, too. Even when you are being an asshat.” You both
laugh, and you lean in and kiss him deeply. His arms tighten around
you for a long moment, and your family cheers behind you.
I love this dish because it’s ridiculously simple and cheap, I pretty much always have the ingredients on hand, it works for breakfast, lunch or dinner, and it’s straight-up delicious and satisfying. The flavor is similar to baked beans, but the chickpeas lend their own flavor and make the texture much more substantial. This recipe can also easily accommodate most dietary restrictions–Just check the label on your barbecue sauce of choice!
Chickpeas (cooked or canned)
Barbecue sauce (I usually use Sweet Baby Ray’s)
Garlic (crushed or minced, jarred or fresh)
Optional: a drizzle of olive, coconut, sesame or canola oil (for flavor and richness)
If you’re using canned chickpeas, drain and rinse them. Chuck ‘em in a saucepan. Throw in some garlic. I use 1-2 cloves per 15 oz can of chickpeas, but tailor the amount to your personal taste. Pour barbecue sauce into the pan, and the oil if you’re using it. You’ll want enough sauce to cover everything and make the beans a bit saucy, but you don’t want them swimming in sauce.
Heat the stove to medium. Let the chickpeas get bubbly, give ‘em a stir, and turn the heat down to a low simmer.
Cook on low heat, stirring occasionally, for 10-40 minutes, depending on your patience/energy/time restraints. Go for 30-40 minutes if you can; a longer cooking time will yield a thicker and more flavorful sauce.
This stuff is delicious hot, either on its own, on toast, or over rice. It also makes a fantastic cold sandwich filling (in a wrap with veggies, dill pickles, and mayo is my favorite), so I usually make extra to keep in the fridge.
- Darrel would so cook. He loves barbecues and he has an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”.
- Two-Bit always tried to kiss Darrel when he wears the apron just to mess with him and the rest of the gang.
- “Just because of that you are not helping me put up the Christmas tree this year.”
- “I never do anyway!”
- Alcohol. Everywhere. Darrel, Pony, and Johnny don;t touch any of it though, and Soda hardly sips any of his beer.
- The whole Curtis house being decked out in 4th of July decorations, and one year, they painted the house red, white, and blue, but it wasn’t fun painting it back, nor was the price fun.
- The gang once convinced Johnny to wear the Christmas onesie and the were going to buy him a 4th of July one, but then Johnny had a heat stroke and no one brings that up. Ever.
- When the sun sets, Ponyboy always watches it and writes the characteristics down in a journal every Independence Day and he compares them, looking at the differences each year.
- Popsicles for everyone!
- Cherry and Marcia came to join the party one year, and they surprisingly loved it. The only problem was Dallas picking on them. “Wow, you ladies grew a pair and decided to come to Hood-ville, huh?” “Oh shut your trap.”
- Two-bit would be the one to rip off his clothes once the fireworks start to show the world his red, white, and blue boxers and body paint. He loves what he calls “America’s Birthday”.
- Sodapop and Steve make chocolate cake for “America’s Birthday.”
- When Dallas is drunk, his attention goes toward Johnny and that “tight little ass of his”, and Steve plays bodyguard.
- Steve has yodel contests with Sodapop and Two-bit.
- Steve wins.
- Johnny lowkey getting startled every time a firework goes off, but mostly because of the noise.
- Dallas, if he is slightly sober, holding Johnny and comforting him, and if it isn’t Dallas, it’s Ponyboy, although he isn’t a professional at it.
- The socs are lowkey jelly of how awesome the greasers’ 4th of July party is.
- The gang all cuddling together while watching the Grand Finale of fireworks because they’re all tired.
- “What better way to spend America’s Birthday then with my family.” (Varies by who is feeling sentimental that day.)
This was actually the character that made me start this blog, I was showing the comparison of the Sid Story character next to the character on the bottle of Morgan’s spiced rum to some people and it was such a funny image that I had to start a blog to do more. So excuse me bucking the trend of using the actual portraits of the historical figure, had to honour the rum for starting this ridiculousness.