Request: “Can you do a harry x reader where they always have really sarcastic and funny greetings and arguments which sometimes esculate and everyone can feel the sexual tension between them so they get locked in a room on deck and end up in heated making out”
Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader
Warnings: Profanity, Heated Making Out
“Why are you acting like such an idiot! I totally had him!” You exclaimed barging through the doors of Ursula’s Fish and Chips, seething.
“Well excuse me miss, it seemed to me that you were more concerned with flirting with the brute than actually fighting him.” Harry shot back sliding onto a seat on the bar.
“What happened this time?” Gil whispered to Uma as the two continued to argue feverishly.
“Harry and Y/N had a simple mission to steal a few swords from the Scarlet Skulls, but they had a bit of trouble.” She answered with an annoyed sigh.
“It was not any kind of trouble. I was trying to move the theft along with distracting their captain, but the grump over here got all hostile and got us busted.” You argued ignoring Harry mocking you from behind a menu.
“Listen darling, I was just trying to help you. Your charisma skills are below average at best.” He smirked moving the menu from between you, causing you to slap his pirate hat right off his head.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Y/N.” He exclaimed as you skipped away cackling at his blushing face.
Gil turned to Uma with a confused expression.
“Weren’t they just fighting?” He said shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.
“That’s Y/N and Harry.” Uma stated smirking as Harry chased you around the restaurant playfully.
A Few Days Later…
“You’re back again, Harry? Thought me beating you in the sword fight yesterday would damage your pride.” You taunted as a single drip of sweat fell from your forehead.
The past few days were unbearable in terms of Uma training everyone to basically their breaking point. Yesterday was the start of partner “battles”, and you were of course paired with Harry.
“Please, Y/N. I always love a challenge.” He smirked brandishing his sword and pointing it at your neck.
You tried to keep your eyes on his mischievous smile, but Harry had decided to train shirtless today. The sweltering heat seemed to be too much for him, but you knew he was only doing this to distract you.
Turning the tables, you pushed his sword away from you and held your own blade at his torso threateningly.
“Well, you’re definitely in the right place, Hook.” You muttered getting closer to his face. He smiled slightly and hit his sword with yours, causing a loud clash to sound.
This went on for a while, each of you having your short turn to overcome the other. But these were short-lived, as both of you were excellent fighters, not willing to back down.
“Give up yet, princess?” Harry breathed as you stumbled slightly. “Never, princey.” You exclaimed regaining your balance and jabbing at Harry’s leg.
He quickly dodged it though, which was to be expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to put down his sword in surrender and move closer to you.
“What’re you—“ You started glaring into his blue eyes.
“Shh, don’t fight it.” He said placing his index finger on your pouting lips. Harry began to lean in, and being completely stunned, you didn’t move.
He saw your shock and took the opportunity to swipe your legs and pin you on the dock, your wrists held above your head by his hook hand.
“Challenge accomplished.” Harry whispered with an innocent expression.
“Hey, get a room, will you?” Uma said folding her arms over her chest at the sight of the two of you. You glared at Harry’s signature smirk and pushed him off, tossing him his sword from off the ground.
“Fuck off.” You growled as Harry blew you an innocent kiss, winking at you as he did so.
“Gladly, babe.” He chuckled watching your fuming figure exit to your quarters below deck.
“What are you two, anyway?” Uma questioned as she watched the scene in front of her.
“No clue.” Harry stated placing his hat on his head.
Later that Night…
You had avoided Harry since the morning’s “incident” successfully until Gil pulled you to participate in the crew’s discussion on the main deck.
“Gil, I don’t want to play a stupid game.” You groaned whipping your hand away from his grip and beginning to walk away. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Can’t take a challenge?” A Scottish accent teased as he was dragged in at the bicep by Uma, who had a devious look in her eyes.
“Never back away from one.” You mumbled plopping down on the floor hesitantly. “Okay everyone, so me being the gracious captain that I am, I’m having a small game of Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Uma exclaimed cheerily as Harry took a seat next to you.
Your face paled, praying that you didn’t end up embarrassing yourself to any more extent than you had that day already.
Uma’s little game nights were required, and if you refused she made your life a living hell for the next week.
Last time you had boycotted Truth or Dare, toilets were cleaned by only you for five days straight. Shuddering at the thought, you turned your attention back to Uma as she excitedly explained the game.
“Now, any volunteers?” She finished with a bright smile. Crickets were heard for a few seconds before Harry’s hand went up slowly.
“Just to get it over with.” He sighed getting up tentatively. Uma smirked, you had no idea but her plan was going perfectly.
“Alrighty then, Gil, who should join Harry in the basement this evening?” She asked the blonde pirate as he looked up. “Y/N seems to be a bit lonely.” He answered pushing you towards the two of them roughly.
You turned a deep shade of red and stuttered an excuse to not participate. “Uh-uh, Y/N. Toilets are already being cleaned by Gil this week.” Uma sighed pushing both yourself and Harry below deck and locking the door.
“She’s such an…ugh!” You exclaimed pounding on the door violently. “I guess it’s not so bad, at least you’re not down here with Dan, he only has two teeth.” Harry joked sitting down on the ground.
You rolled your eyes and groaned, “At least Dan wouldn’t embarrass me in front of our entire crew.”
You slid down onto the floor next to Harry as you saw his eyes linger on your lips. “Why’d you do it, huh?” You questioned referring to the little stunt he pulled earlier.
“You know why.” He scoffed throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “Maybe I would if you fucking tell me!” You shot back angrily getting in his face to seem menacing.
“Because…” He started quietly. Your face held an adorable confusion that he decided he couldn’t resist any longer.
Placing a gentle hand on your cheek, Harry pulled your face closer and connected your lips with his.
In shock, you didn’t realize what he was doing exactly before he pulled away quickly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“
“Kiss me again.” You breathed interrupting him.
“What?” He asked quickly. “Kiss. Me. Again.” You stated sternly staring into his eyes.
His smirk returned on his face as he leaned forward and placed heated kisses on your lips.
You kissed back feverishly, lacing your hands in his hair as he pulled you onto his lap excitedly.
Giggling into his lips, you hold his jaw in your hands, attempting to deepen the kiss even more. This earns a groan from the pirate and you smirk.
“Looks like they’ve finally got together.” A voice states as the doors open. You don’t jump from Harry, just face the crew at the door in shock.
“Seven minutes was up ten minutes ago.” Gil chuckled as the two of you got up, blush-faced and embarrassed.
“Why don’t we ditch this and order takeout, my treat.” Harry mumbles in your ear once everyone had settled down.
Smiling, you nod and take his awaiting hand.
Later that night, kisses were exchanged and Harry fell asleep on your stomach, a box of noodles in his hand.
Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...
(So sorry I got carried away!!)
Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
“Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart. “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head. “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
You’d probably have a chores chart
John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
Random surprises at work
It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
Movie nights galore!!
Giving the boys massages after long hard days
Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
“He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-” “Alexander!”
Doodling with John in your free time
Braiding the boy’s hair
“My love, are those flowers that you’re-” “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
Thousands of group selfies
You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
“That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.” “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
They’d love to baby you despite your protests
After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
“Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
This would be Alex’s snapping point
Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
Morning showers together
The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
“Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
“He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
“Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?” “Herc now is not the time-” “A pork chop.”
John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
“Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself. “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you, “Right you are, John.”
Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
So many kisses
Exploring the city together
Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
The boys all had different drunk types
Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
“Y/n… can you please cuddle me?” “Jack gimme kisses.” “Hercules can you make me pizza?” “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!” “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight, “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.” “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after. “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present. Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk, “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!” “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.
Request:Can you do an imagine if y/n and Shawn fighting and maybe she accidentally cuts herself or just hurts herself during the fight and Shawn kinda just rushes to hell and forgets about the fight? Thank you!! A/N:hey hey hey!! i’ve been having a social life but i’m back now bitches. THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 472, SO ALMOST 500 NOTES ON KEEP QUIET, IT’S INSANE OMG Rating: I for INTENSE BITCH no jk maybe maybe not Word count: 1.2K
I woke up, feeling as I do everyday. Normal. I showered, cleaned, read and finished paperwork, all the same as any day I would. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I definitely felt off today, like something would go wrong. Nothing did, not even while grocery shopping. That was normally the point of my Saturdays where everything goes south and I return home ready to cry or kill.
I was lugging the bags towards the humble abode when I noticed Shawn’s jeep in the parking lot. It was strange not seeing his name flash up on my screen for the duration of my shopping trip, not even a text to ask me to get him a Toblerone from the candy section. I’d assumed he was napping or something since he’s been in the studio all day.
“Hey Shawn, could you come he—What’s your problem?” I breathed once I finally entered the front door, Shawn’s icy gaze already on me. I set the bags on the countertop and huff, resting my hands on my hips. “Nothing, m’fine.” He mumbles, waltzing straight past me and into the kitchen. “Yeah, clearly, right?” I gave up for the moment, refocusing on the remaining bags in the car. I mustered up the last of the energy I had and marched down the stairs to claim the last of the shopping bags.
Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and
Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.
Characters: Bucky x Reader Word count: 3,220 Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go
away, this is not for you.
It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/
or feedback is always more than welcome.
After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many
nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own
apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building,
but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.
In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided
to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail
concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.
tbh? john and sherlock are going to be almost revolting to be around when they’re together. like truly embarrassingly in love. they’ll be in tesco picking out boxes of noodles or tinned beans or something and meet each other’s eyes and just stop and smile goofily at each other and everyone around them will be like “god right here in the bean aisle? seriously? are they for real?” but they are for real and they just will be that way literally all the time
One incident led to another until you found yourself talking to
your viewers through the camera again…. this time with your new partner.
“Let’s do it soon.”
four words were what you heard from Sehun but one you least expected. He said
these words right a few days after your practice last time and you had ignored
his suggestions because the two of you had only practiced once and you two
ended up having sex at that. Not that you were mind really, you love the sex
with Sehun and the fact that it was unintended until it was all caught in the
So I have a story that I know I’ve told before but I’m not sure if I’ve told it on here. It’s about my 8 year old Labrador/Golden/German Shepard mix. Her name is Harley and her main goal in life is to make her family proud of her, and the day that I am about to tell you about is the day we became so proud that we just didn’t know what to say. It was the day we realized how great of a dog she was and how much we loved her.
It was the day she made spaghetti.
I guess to make this story more understandable, I have to tell you the circumstances of it. This was back in 2011, when Harley was only 2. We only had her and my miniature schnauzer, Piggy (age 5) at the time. My family had recently gone through some issues, from my medical problems to my mom being demoted and then my stepdad dislocating his shoulder. We had close to no money so in order to make it work we ate cheap foods. This included oatmeal for breakfast, ramen for lunch, and chicken for dinner. And when chicken got too expensive, we would have spaghetti because it was cheap and almost always on sale.
Well September rolled around and spaghetti was on sale (10 boxes of noodles for $10 and sauce was 20 for $10) so we stocked up. Towards the end of September, we hadn’t touched the spaghetti ingredients that we had bought, so we had exactly 10 boxes of pasta and 20 jars of ragu sauce.
It was about September 25th or so that my sister and I had to go out of town for something family-related. We were gone for 3 days and our dogs were not doing well. Harley, especially, was heartbroken because it was the first time we were gone from the house for a long time. She would spend her days and nights by the front door, waiting for us to come home.
On the last day of our trip, Harley was alone with Piggy because my mom and stepdad both had to go back to work (they had the two days off before). I guess in Harley’s mind we left because she was no good. She thought she was the reason we left. She believed we didn’t love her anymore because she was a problem.
She wanted to change that.
My sister and I show up at home at about 2pm on the last day and as we open the door, we notice Piggy is nowhere to be seen, which usually means Harley did something wrong, because Piggy hates getting involved with stuff like that. We turn the corner from the front door and see what Harley has done.
Our pantry was open and on the floor in front of it was 20 broken glass jars of ragu sauce and 10 torn-open boxes of angel hair pasta. The sauce was spread over the pasta strategically and Harley was very obviously proud of herself. My sister turned to Harley to tell her she was a bad dog, but stopped once she saw her, because on my dog’s face was the biggest, proudest, most loving smile. A smile that said, “look! I helped!”
We teared up and smiled with her. We were proud of her, and we were amazed with how smart she was. With all the things in the pantry to chose from, she chose the sauce and spaghetti noodles. She didn’t touch the ramen or the rice.
She made spaghetti because she knew we had that a lot. She wanted to make food for us.
1 lb boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cut into bite-sized pieces
1 large zucchini, cut into bite-sized cubes
Seasoning blend (for both chicken and zucchini) - ½ tbsp Herbs de Provence, ½ tbsp dried basil, ½ tbsp dried oregano, 1 tsp lemon granules, 1 tsp smoked paprika, 1 tsp kosher salt, 1 tsp ground black pepper, 2 tsp granulated onion, 2 tsp granulated garlic, and a pinch of red pepper flakes.
2 cups pasta sauce of your choice
1 - 1 ½ cups cheese of your choice (I used parmesan)
Preheat your oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit.
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil and cook your rigatoni noodles so that they are 2 minutes from being cooked to al dente.
In two small bowls, toss your chicken and your zucchini with olive oil and the seasoning blend
In a pan/skillet, heat a tbsp or two of olive oil over medium heat.
Cook the chicken thighs over medium heat until they are fully cooked.
Remove from pan into a large bowl.
Par-cook/soften the zucchini in a tbsp of olive oil.
Remove from pan into the same large bowl.
Once the pasta is 2 minutes from being al dente, drain and rinse under cold water.
In the same large bowl, combine the pasta with the chicken and zucchini and incorporate the sauce.
NOTE: Use as much or as little sauce as you would like.
In a baking dish or cast iron pan, layer the pasta, layer the cheese, layer the pasta, and finish with a layer of cheese.
Allow the pasta to bake for about 10 minutes at 400 degrees and in the last minute or two, turn your broiler on high and allow the cheese to completely melt.
Remove from oven and let cool for a few minutes before serving.
normal shopper that goes in with a game plan, but comes out buying too many fruits and a huge box of christmas lights, "idk... it felt like a good decision in the moment", cannot make eye contact with staff out of sheer awkwardness
kid that's silently fillin' up his parents' shopping cart with an unnecessary amount of snacks, "jihoon you don't need that box of 160 fruit gummies", they can't say no to him so they buy it anyways
kid walkin' around costco and snatching all the food samples, whines to his mom for a bulk of frozen dino nuggets bc he NEEDS them, "my life depends on it, mom please", leaves all fussy bc she bought healthy chicken breast instead
poor boi that works in customer service, "no ma'am you can't return a used or damaged playground set", wishes he applied to work at chick-fil-a instead, probably lost title of employee of the month to seongwoo
workin' the cash registers, shoppers love him bc he makes friendly conversation and convinces them to invest in the pricier executive membership, "'s just $120 a year, practically the same as a gold star membership(only $60) and with great benefits(not much really)"
abandoned in the electronics section, but that's fine with him bc he's watchin' ice age on all the tvs, doesn't even notice that his family is prepared to leave without him until he sees them cashing in from the corner of his eye
kid that you see wanderin' through the wine section n' lookin' at bottles, his fam is shopping for fruits and tbh he'd rather read wine labels than help pick out the best brand of tangerines, "who names a wine 'smoking parrot'?"
tbh probably just goes to costco for a quick lunch, always buys the pizza and chocolate-vanilla ice cream bc the hot dogs are disgusting and are the actual spawn of satan, buys himself a bulk of coconut water just bc he can
gives out samples, the hair net makes him feel like an ol' lady, moms love him for some reason but that's okay bc he convinces them to buy a huge bag of off brand cheetos for $13 in exchange for a kind n' boyfriend-esque smile
kid who gets lost in costco (help this poor child), waits around by the dairy and baby essentials sections for a solid 20min before running around in a panic to find his family, they were only one aisle down, pretends he didn't cry
just bought himself an executive membership (thanks seongwoo),goes wild on spending for more "benefits", probably the one to buy those huge boxes of frozen dumplings and noodles to "stock up" but finishes them all in a week
How about todomomo getting caught (either by aizawa-sensei or another student) making out? I think this would be hilarious XD
Note: Hope you enjoy! School festival version :) Sorry its been eons since this ask was sent and I only finished it now. Mainly humour + fluff
In which Class A does a maid cafe
“So it’s time for our last annual school festival,
everyone,” Iida fixed his glasses as he slid the door behind him to a close.
All eyes were on him. Through the window, crisp autumn fog and dewy grass
greeted the start of their morning.
“Iida spill it,” Kaminari called out, “What are we assigned
this year? For the past two years, we weren’t able to get what we wanted.”
“I don’t want anything to do with this,” Bakugou added, chin
on his desk, “I fucking hate school festivals. Last year, we had to do the shitty
…what was it again? Julio and Romiette?”
“Romeo and Juliet, Kacchan.”
“Shut up Deku, I knew that, I fucking played Julio.”
Iida tapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden surface of
the podium, waiting for the troublemakers to quiet down. When he saw Bakugou
snap his mouth shut with boredom emitting from his expression alone, Iida
“This year, we got EXACTLY what we wanted. After all, we are
third years, so we get first choice.”
Kaminari’s gasp was the start of the domino effect. Everyone cheered and clapped with happy faces
all around. The Class President held his hand up to calm his audience down,
clearly having anticipated their uproar.
“Since, we will be doing the ‘maid café’ theme this year,
why don’t we start by delegating tasks?”
“Hurry! Kirishima, please set up the rest of the tables on
the left side of the class!”
“I got it Iida. Let Hagakure and Ojiro know that they forgot
candles on some of the tables.”
With only 15 minutes to spare, their class was almost ready.
A makeshift tent, which was really just a bunch of chairs stacked up with a
large curtain hanging over, collapsed; yells of profanity broadcasted across
the room. Under the chair tetris came Bakugou, pulling his black tight skirt
down to hide more of his skin. His bare shoulders were covered with white lace
and frills while the rest of him became adorned with flowers from his floral
“Oh my god, he actually wore it,” Kirishima mused, tears
falling from laughter. His eyes widened at the idea that just popped in his head
and took out his phone to snap pictures along with a few others. The subject of
entertainment was wrestling around like a wild beast in a cage.
“STOP LAUGHING. SHUT THE FCK UP,” Bakugou yelled, fingers
pointing, “NO PICTURES. WHAT ARE YOU DOING MINETA, IMMA CRUSH YOUR GRAPES SO
“You reap what you sow,” Jirou raised her arms, securing
her own apron, “who told you to fall asleep when we were discussing the roles.
It’s your bad luck that the only position left was the sixth maid.”
The boy was red with anger and embarrassment, “WHY CAN’T I
JUST BE A HOST LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHITHEADS.”
Jirou shook her head, the knot behind her neck finally made
tight enough, “Because the maid outfit was the only thing that’s left! How many
times did Iida tell you, holy crap!”
Bakugou didn’t bother to reply and grunted. In the corner of
his eye, Kirishima pushed his phone in front of Kaminari, pointing at the
screen. Kaminari covered his mouth, chuckling, and whispered into his friend’s
ear, prompting the latter to nod incessantly. Something was brewing amongst
those two and Bakugou wasn’t ready to find out.
Jirou looked over to the back corner of the room. Below the
dangling banners, portable stove tops and grills now replaced the normal desk
formation. Yaoyorozu stood there, fixing Todoroki’s uniform. Todoroki, being
one of the hosts along with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Midoriya, donned a silver
neck tie over a white dress shirt with black pinstripes. Opposite of him was
Yaoyorozu wearing the same outfit as Bakugou (except looking a thousand times
more attractive, Todoroki must say) and she had her hair done in a bun.
“Todoroki, I think it looks better now,” Yaoyorozu pressed
the wrinkle out of the front of his tie, “If you have trouble with it again,
let me know.”
“Thanks,” The fire and ice hero said, “Sorry, I’m not really
good with ties. My sister used to always do the Windsor knot. I have no clue as
to what it even is.”
It’s these types of small talks with him that made her
“Of course! I’m always here to help!” Yaoyorozu answered, cheeks
glowing, “I must allow Tokoyami and Sato to take their positions now.” She did
a slight bow out of habit and continued, “Let’s have fun together!”
“Ah, sure,” Todoroki smiled back.
The two stepped away from the cooking station just as
Tokoyami and Sato entered. No one knew how good Tokoyami’s yakisoba and Sato’s
dorayaki was until they were the first to volunteer for the chef roles. After
the first taste test, everyone knew they were fit for the job.
When Kaminari opened the door signalling the start of their
business, there were already parents and students from other departments in
queue, waiting to be seated. Iida was in his element, shuffling his ‘staff’
along (he insisted that he was the café manager) and made sure operations went
smoothly. Midoriya had a crowd of girls surround him whenever he took orders to
Uraraka’s obvious dismay, who acted like she didn’t give a rat’s ass but
actually did. Bakugou kept screaming at Monoma to leave but achieved the
reverse effect instead.
“When will I ever get the chance to see YOU OF ALL PEOPLE in
a maid outfit?!” Monoma had said with an
arrogant grin chiselled onto his face. If it weren’t for the law, Bakugou
would’ve straight up strangled him alive.
Around 1pm, the smiles began to peel off their faces. Rush
hour was still in session and everyone was beyond fatigued.
Tokoyami was running out of soba noodles too, which was the
“Can someone run to the storage,” the birdman was stirfrying
while speaking, eyes not leaving the pan, “I’m almost out.”
Bakugou scoffed, “Hell no, I ain’t leaving this mothereffin’
room in this girly shit.”
Tokoyami wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, “Come on
man, I need it.”
“I’ll get it.”
It was Todoroki.
He pushed away his many fangirls who had their notebooks and
pens extended in hopes to get his autograph, and Yaoyorozu came forward also,
noticing Tokoyami’s concern.
“I can help you carry as well, Todoroki.”
“Just stay here,” the boy suggested. Thinking about how more
guys would ogle Yaoyorozu in maid attire irked him. She should stay here, away
from the halls where the perverts roam. Though he still had Mineta to worry
Yaoyorozu blinked a few times, unsure of why he was so
adamant on her staying.
“You two should both go. I saw two big boxes of noodles in
there and one guy can’t carry them all,” Tokoyami replied, obliviously
destroying any forms of hope that Todoroki had.
He wanted to object some more but that would make it too
suspicious. Todoroki sighed. Guess there was no other way.
“Yaoyorozu, do you see it?”
The two of them were scrutinizing every word that was
printed on the cardboard boxes which lined the shelves. None of them said soba.
“No,” the girl tiptoed a little, “if you don’t mind, how
about I climb onto your shoulders and you lift me up? I think that’d be
Did she forget about how short her skirt was? Being in such
a small room made every motion of their bodies graze against each other. He
could feel the warmth of her breath tickle his neck.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Todoroki quickly turned
his back to her, afraid he might say something stupid. Images of Yaoyorozu in my head, begone!
“Why not?” Yaoyorozu was pouting, “Tokoyami is relying on
us! We must find it!”
Her sense of responsibility would be the end of him. And
Before he could prepare a counter fit for a lawyer,
Yaoyorozu let out a surprised yelp, arms swinging to maintain balance.
Todoroki’s fast reflexes caused him to spin around, reaching to catch her
flying form. Falling face first, her body weight settled on him. Given the
gravity of the situation, it was lucky that Todoroki plunged backwards onto a
pile of empty flattened boxes with Yaoyorozu (skirt lifted and her apron in
disarray, amongst other things) in his arms.
“Crap,” Todoroki rubbed a growing bump on the back of his
head. That hurt more than when Bakugou kicked him in the shin yesterday.
Yaoyorozu supported herself up from his chest, accidentally
pulling his tie loose, “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I tripped over a broken
tile on the floor and –“
“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, “Todoroki grumbled, “Just
be careful next time.”
The girl’s gaze lowered, having no care for herself, and
noticed that they were literally pressed together, faces barely centimeters
apart. She picked up her head, examining his translucent irises. They were the
prettiest thing she had ever taken a note of, and he stared back at her. They were
so close and in such a compromising position. So damn close.
Her mouth began to open agape, wanting to bring the
discomfort to a permanent close. But rather than listen to whatever she had in
mind, Todoroki leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Yaoyorozu’s
chest heaved once. Her eyes grew wide, thoughts spiralling into a mess that she
had no desire to reorganize. The boy held onto her waist tighter, as if he
wanted her to know that she was his alone, and after a minute, he pulled back.
Both of them hurried to catch their breath, smiles teasing.
Her sentence fell to an abrupt silence as he flipped her
“I guess Tokoyami’s gonna have to wait awhile.”
His tone was sensual and his voice aroused her interest even
more than usual. Within seconds, their lips touched again. She wanted to ask
him if he was enjoying it himself, but decided the way he let out the deep moan
just now answered her question. Annoyed at the tie that fastened around his
neck, her nimble fingers untwisted the knot, hauling it off him. He looked
relieved at the sudden freedom and found his hand trailing up her skirt.
The tips of his fingers stopped right below the string of
her thongs and both of them reciprocated their horror in the middle of tugging
What is that horrifying
sound outside the door?
The door slammed open, hinges about to give in.
“YO GUYS, DID YOU-“
Bakugou cried out, right leg lifted from the kick on the door. He still had his
maid outfit on but that wasn’t what he had issue with at that very moment.
“What the actual …fck,” His voice became feeble. The two,
still lying on top of each other, stared back at their intruding guest,
wondering what to do next.
Bakugou’s fight or
flight response surged, retreating away from the obscene sight that he just
laid his bare eyes on.
“Wait!” Yaoyorozu cried as Todoroki scrambled to get himself
upright, “It is not what you’re thinking!”
“WHERE THE FCK IS THE BLEACH, WHAT THE SHIT JUST HAPPENED,
“Calm down! Nothing happened!” Yaoyorozu said again, taking
a glimpse at a quiet Todoroki. She extended an arm to catch Bakugou’s shoulder,
“Could you listen?”
“BIRD GUY SAID YOU TWO SHITS WERE GETTING THE BOXES AND YOU
GUYS FRIGGIN’ GO MISSING FOR TWENTY MINUTES,” Bakugou shoved her hand away as
if she had the plague, “AND TURNS OUT YOU TWO WERE STICKING YOUR TONGUES DOWN
EACH OTHER’S THROATS?”
Disgust was etched deep on his face and Todoroki finally
took a step forward, hands reaching down to grab the tie under him. Bakugou
didn’t faze him one bit.
“If you choose to tell the others, I don’t really care,” was
all Todoroki uttered, and began to drag Yaoyorozu along the halls; she,
however, was flabbergasted at his implication.
Bakugou watched as they left, silenced by Todoroki’s
straightforwardness. He thought for a second whether he was trying to provoke
him. Bakugou could make anything related to Todoroki a challenge.
The reflections from nearby windows that whirled by the two made
Yaoyorozu even more stunned. They were a mess. Unkempt hair and clothes dishevelled.
Frankly, everyone else was upstairs enjoying the festival so they had time to
She took a glance back at Bakugou’s receding figure and wanted
to giggle. He looked like an angry lost lamb in an apron about to explode.
“Job well done, everyone!” Iida shouted as he did a bow in
front of the class. The students slumped down on chairs and empty tables with
however much energy they had left from the day’s work. Smiles gleaming, a few
people gave each other a thumb’s up.
“Tokoyami, we are so sorry,” Yaoyorozu turned to apologize and
Todoroki did a nod, “And Bakugou, thank you for grabbing the boxes at the end.
We couldn’t find it at all!”
Bakugou didn’t face them, arms crossed. Yaoyorozu was quite
good at acting.
“They were underneath the shelf, not on the racks,” Bakugou
groaned, and his voice turned more like a whisper, “not that you two were
looking for them anyway.”
“What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Shut it, I didn’t say nothin’.”
Todoroki did a lopsided grin. Bakugou was probably too embarassed to tell anyone about his encounter. Either that or he actually had a heart.
“Speaking of which, you know
that your picture is being circulated as the newest mobile wallpaper right?”
“WHAT?” Bakugou shot up from his seat, “FCKING SHIT. GREAT
NOW I GOTTA DEAL WITH THIS TOO? KIRISHIMA WAS IT YOU?!”
Yaoyorozu and Todoroki exchanged knowing glances as Bakugou
chased the red riot hero down.