but it would be nice if you reblogged this every sunday

The Preschool Teacher - Chapter One

And the winner is…..

The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.

All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.

My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.

I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.

So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!

Much love to you all! xo



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Experience: AJ Styles


What? Sam is posting a drabble? ON A SUNDAY?

I love you all so much and cannot tell you all what you’re like, comments, and reblogs mean to me.

Enjoy this lil treat!

Warnings: Alcohol, smut, LOTS OF SMUT !!!

18+ readers only please!

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Dating Rafael Barba would include:
  • Your relationship would be far from perfect, but you would make it work. 
  • Your first date consisted of a nice evening at a fine restaurant and then ended with a walk in Central Park. 
  • Rafael would be such a romantic from time to time. 
  • You would teasingly ask him, “What happened to my boyfriend Rafael and who are you?” 
  • But you kept those moments close to your heart because when they did happen, it made them extra special. 
  • Rafael would be much happier with you in his life and you couldn’t agree more. 
  • Rafael and you didn’t have to say ‘I love you’ to each other to know, even though you would still say it regardless.
  • “Did you get something to eat? if not I can bring you something if you’re stuck in the office.” This would usually come from you, or you would write something like 
  • “Did you leave the office last night? When you don’t get a response you automatically know that means no. “I’m coming to get you.” 
  • You would receive multiple text messages and if he could squeeze it in a few phone calls, because he wanted to hear your voice. 
  • You would roll your eyes and remind him that you needed to your butt back to work, and that would you see him after hours. 
  • “Don’t work too hard, you might have to save your energy for what I am going to do to you tonight.” Rafael chimed in a snarky voice. 
  • “What the hell is that suppose to mean, Rafael? Are you telling me that…” 
  • He would quickly cut you off with: “You know what I mean, Cariño. Now I have to go. Love you!” 
  • You shake your head and sigh after you two hung up, because then you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to you. 
  • Your parents approving of Rafael. They think he is the right match for you and that you balance each other. Your dad likes his quickness on his feet with some of his comments. 
  • His mother adores you. You are the right woman for her Rafi. 
  • You go to Church together and try to make it Mass every Sunday and meet his mother. 
  • Sometimes you even go to brunch together. Hands down, Sunday was your favorite day of the week. 
  • That doesn’t guarantee Barba getting called in if the detectives are working on an important case. 
  •  As a ADA he was constantly dedicating himself to his work as he prosecuted and fought tooth and nail to put bad, evil people who deserve to be in prison.  
  • He was your hero. 
  • You would make sure to tell these things, to boost his confidence, even thought he tries to portray himself as this character, he still has his insecure moments. 
  • If you’re not working, you enjoy watching him in court. He is quite entertaining to watch. 
  • You like being there after his win on a major case, and you being the first thing he sees and then he runs over and gives you a big bear hug. 
  • “You did it! Just like I said you would!” You said, after he pecked your cheek with a kiss. 
  • “You’re right, just like always, y/n. I guess I need to start believing you more often.” He said, wrapping a tight hand around your waist, as you both strutted away from the court building. 
  • “Yes but you need to start having a little bit more faith in yourself, Rafi. You’ve been doing this so long now. You should have no problem.” You raised an eyebrow. 
  • “But that’s what I have you for, Cariño. You pick me up again and tell me what I hear. You give me everything I need.” He smirked cutting his eyes over at you for a second. 
  • “Now you’re pushing it. And it’s working.” You smiled wildly. He liked the sound of that. 
  • “What do you want to do tonight?” You asked him, you thought about going out to dinner, but you wanted to hear what Rafi thought. 
  • “How does relaxing and watching tv shows and starting series we will probably never finish?” He suggested with a shrug. 
  • “I like that idea! My place?” You were looking forward to your night in already.
  • “Sounds good to me. I love you, Y/N.” 
  • “I love you more, Rafael Barba.” 
  • “I was going to wait and do this at a different time, but I think this is a appropriate time.” Rafael begins to dig around in his coat pocket, to reveal a miniature black box. 
  • He gets down on one knee and I think you know what comes next. 
  • “Y/N would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, Mrs. Y/N Barba?” He looked up at you with excited eyes and popped the ring bow open. 
  • “Oh Rafael! Yes! A thousand times yes!” 
  • And then you two lived happily ever after.

 The End!

A/N: This was for @yourtropegirl Raul Esparza appreciation week! Which I was so glad to write for!! 

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Prompt List

Here is my prompt list! It is organized and labelled! Feel free to send in requests for the numbers and reblog and use for yourself, just give credit where appropriate ;) Enjoy! (I can always add more categories! But this is what I have for now!)


1. “I like your face.” 

2. “You’re too damn overprotective!” 

3. “Stop being so jealous will you?” 

4. “You’re my favorite.” 

5. “Come cuddle me.” 

6. “I just need a hug.” 

7. “I’ll kill the bitch.”

8. “Are you sure you like me?” “One hundred percent.” 

9. “You’re too damn perfect.” 

10. “Why do you send me porn audio messages while I’m in class?” “So you can meet me in detention and we can try that under the desk.” 

11. “Hold my hand so people know we’re dating.”

12. “Did you just lick the side of my face?” “I claimed you.” 

13. ”Okay but if my parents catch us, we’re dead.” 

14. “So we order a bunch of food and pig out?” “Pretty much.” 

15. “Come sit on my lap.” 

16. “Don’t cry, please?” 

17. “There’s no need to shove your tongue down my throat. I just wanted a kiss.”

18. “Your makeup is running. I think I know a way I could help. “

19. “You know I’m here if you need me.” 

20. “I can try to help you with your homework.”

Marriage/Relationship after wedding-

21. “Are you still sure you love me?” “A thousand percent.” 

22. “I can’t tell you enough how beautiful you look in that dress.”

23. “I can’t tell you enough how handsome you look as my groom.”

24. “So who will be the first to get cake smashed in their face?”

25. “We’re so having fun tonight after the ceremony is over.” 

26. “Just wait until I get you back to the hotel.” 

27. “Thank you for loving me no matter what, even though I piss you off a lot.” 

28. “Do you have to spoon so close to me?”

29. “I like this bed sheet.” “It doesn’t matter for me, you take all of the blankets and mattress space anyway.”

30. “Is walking around naked really necessary?”

31. “Watching you do you makeup still turns me on to this day.” 

32. “I still appreciate your lingerie.” 

33. “Can I help you make dinner?” 

34. “What do you want for breakfast?” “Is it pancake Sunday?”

35. “You’re sick, just chill out and let me clean for you.” 

36. “You mixed the reds and the whites! I’m never letting you do laundry ever again!” 

37. “So how about children?” “You think we’re ready for that?” “I’m ready for anything with you.”

38. “Join me in the shower?” 

39. “I’m taking you out tonight, go get ready.” 

40. “You know I’d do anything for you.” 


41. “So I have really good news…”

42. “So what do we name him?” “Girl…its a girl.” 

43. “I can feel it moving! Get over here quick!” 

44. “I’m really craving salt and sugar.” “I’ll go get you something from the store.” 

45. “Is there a reason you’re hunched over the toilet bowl?” “I should have told you this sooner…but I’m pregnant…surprise?”

46. “I feel fat.” “But you’re perfect.”

47. “This stomach just makes it harder to cuddle.” 

48. “I love the both of you with all of my heart.” “Actually, the three of us.”

49. “Twins? No that can’t be right.” 

50. “I skipped my period…” “What? No no no…” “Oh my god.” 

51. “So these are the pictures from the doctor’s visit?” “Yeah, that’s our baby right there.” 

52. “Every night at midnight I have to pee I swear.” 

53. “I can’t look at food all of a sudden.” 

54. “That sandwich looks really good right now.” 

55. “At least your boobs are bigger.” “Is that too much?”

56. “I hope the baby has your eyes because they’re beautiful.” 

57. “I think my water just broke.” 

58. “Can you feel it kicking?” 

59. “Um…we need to get to the hospital right now. This child is coming out of me.” 

60. “This hurts so much. We have to use condoms next time, you can never plan this pain as much as you plan for the baby!” 


61. “Don’t eat that!” 

62. “Mommy will be mad if you do that!” 

63. “Daddy won’t be too happy if you do that!”

64. “I can make you pancakes or waffles for breakfast.” 

65. “Be nice to your sister!” 

66. “Don’t treater your brother like that!” 

67. “No cussing in this house young man/young lady!”

68. “We can go to the park if you do your homework.”

69. “Mommy, Daddy, I want a little sister or brother.” 

70. “Where do babies come from?” 

Sex/Sexual Suggestions-

71. “So how about we take this…down the hall?” “No.” “Oh come on! Please?” 

72. “We haven’t had sex in like a month, you’re just going to tease me like that?”

73. “Aww you’re blushing, but I’d like to make another pair blush.” 

74. “Don’t bite that fucking lip.”

75. “You know you can go faster right?”

76. ”Did you just…really?! Inside me?” 

77. “You’re literally perfect.” 

78. “Did you dress like this all for me?” “You know I did.” “Well let me unwrap you.” 

79. “I could watch you ride me all day.” 

80. “Your head between my legs sounds good right now.” 

81. “If you dressed in a suit I would fuck you as an equivalent to you fucking me in lingerie.” 

82. “You have ten minutes, if my parents hear us or see us we are done for.” 

83. “You’re really cute when you’re bent over and waiting for me.” 

84. “My hand or the belt?” 

85. “Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll buy you something to eat.” 

86. “What are you doing? That was my favorite shirt, I told you not to tear that.” 

87. “Keep the panties on, I’ve only dreamed of fucking you in that exact pair.” 

88. “Are you sure?” “Yes I trust you with my life.” “Well then get over here.” 

89. “Don’t make too much noise, we wouldn’t want everyone to hear you now would we?” 

90. “Why so much noise? Have you never been fingered before?” “N-no.” “Good let me continue to enlighten you.” 


91. “Why do your eyes look like that?” 

92. “No you can’t be, no no no.” 

93. “So how old are you really?” 

94. “My boyfriend/girlfriend is a vampire.” 

95. “How did you do that? I mean you just changed into something stronger.” 

96. “If we want to be together then you have to tell me the truth, that’s all I ask. I’ve been nothing but truthful to you!”

97. “Y-your teeth. What?” “It’s nothing.” “That isn’t just ‘nothing’ what was that?” 

98. “I think its best if you stayed away from me, you’re nothing but dangerous to me.” 

99. “I’ve thought it over…I want to be with you still. You being a vampire doesn’t change how I feel about you.” 

100. “Tell me everything. You know I soak up history like a sponge.” 


101. “What is with all the chains?” “You shouldn’t be here.” “I’m just curious. Is something wrong?” 

102. “No! You’re obviously in pain I’m not leaving you!” 

103. “That’s how you break the curse? Oh…my god.” 

104. “Isn’t this going to cause problems between you and I?” 

105. “Your mate? No way.” “But my wolf desires you.” “You’re crazy this isn’t real.” 

106. “I appreciate you protecting me but isn’t it getting to be a little too much?” 

107. “I’ll keep your secret.”

108. “Y-your eyes…they’re beautiful.” 

109. “How many…people have you hurt since you turned?”

110. “I’m not afraid of you. So don’t think I am.” “You should be, you’re stupid if you aren’t.” “I do a lot of stupid things and falling head over heels for a werewolf is one.” 

I really, really, really, REALLY miss Downton Abbey.

Last year, to help ease the pain of having no new season in September, I suggested an unofficial Season 7, and many of you participated along with me.  I enjoyed having new material every week.  And so this year, I propose we have a Season 8.

If there were going to be an eighth season, it would likely start next Sunday, 17 September.  But since there will be no Season 8 – at least not an official, televised one on ITV - my initiative might help to provide a fancraft/fanart/fanfic/gif set/photo manip fix for those of us who need one.

Besides missing the show itself, I miss all the creativity that new episodes would generate.  It seems that since the show has ended, enthusiasm has waned and the number of paintings, drawings, craft projects, stories, gifs, and photos has dwindled.  So I hereby put forth a challenge to all you creative people out there: an unofficial Downton Abbey Season 8.

For everyone and anyone who wants to join me, here’s what I’m thinking:

Every Sunday for eight weeks, from 17 September until 5 November, post a new Downton-related story, chapter, one-shot, drabble, piece of artwork, photo set, gif set, needlework project, character doll, or whatever.  It can be canon, AU, modern, pre-canon, post-canon, crackfic!, space aliens, zombies, fairy tale characters, or barnyard animals – whatever inspires you.  A penguin Charles doll.  A detective Elsie painting.  A photo manip of Beryl hosting the Great Yorkshire Bake-Off.  Anything at all.  When I say “Season 7” and “Season 8,” that doesn’t mean it has to be a continuation of canon and pick up right where Season 6 left off.  (But it certainly can be if that’s what you’d like.)

I suggest posting your work on tumblr (and ff.net if applicable) at about Downton time: 9:00 PM in the UK.  It’s not strictly necessary to do it right at that time – or even on Sunday at all – if that’s not convenient for you, but I think it would be nice to have a flood of new stuff all at once.  And it might be nice to have it at the time we’d normally be watching the show live.  You know … something to fill the void.

Obviously, there is no “commitment.”  Nothing is required or demanded.  There’s no sign-up, and there’s no pressure to produce.  This is just an open invitation to anyone who’s interested.  If you can contribute something every week, great!  If you can manage only a single submission, we’ll take it!  Anything is a bonus at this point.

And speaking of a bonus, if you’d like to cap off your Season 8 submissions with something special for our pretend Season 8 Christmas Special on 25 December, that would be fantastic!

I know there are lots of talented people out there.  Show us your stuff.  Pretty please?

If you’d reblog this to help spread the word, I’d appreciate it.  It’s an open invitation.  The more participants, the merrier.  From my own perspective, I’m thinking mostly in terms of Chelsie stuff, but please feel free to share this with friends in the DA fandom who might be on board other ships or who are fans of the show in general.

I hope to contribute something every Sunday. Please consider joining the fun.  Thanks, all.

I heard it was Bi Visibility Day yesterday!

I was debating on whether to write anything at all, but I remember seeing posts from people in similar positions as me and how comforting and enlightening it was, so I wanted to pay it forward, hopefully! I’m a day late, but I figured it was still good to post. 

I grew up in a really strict Catholic family- like, we went to church every Sunday, did the rosary almost every night, went to church retreats, had priests and nuns do exorcisms on our house to “cleanse” it from evil. I wasn’t allowed to read Harry Potter, for christ’s sake. Anyway, my older sister identifies as queer. I remember when she came out to my family, she nearly got kicked out. I remember the screaming matches that would happen between her and my parents. I was around 11 years old, and I’d just hide in my bedroom because I didn’t understand why they were so angry- why couldn’t they just be like the Jesus they claimed to love? i remember my sister just crying when I’d knock on her door later. I couldn’t do much to help her except hug her and let her know that i was on her side. 

Anyway… all I knew was that she dealt with a lot because of how open she was with her identity. As a kid, seeing how she was ostracized at school and at home, hearing how the leaders in our church community talked about homosexuality— it scared me. I thought my sister was the bravest, and I never thought I could be that brave. I was the kid sister who hid in her room and did whatever I could to avoid being the object of their anger. 

I always liked boys, so I just assumed I was straight. I felt relieved, because I didn’t want to have to deal with what my sister went through. Maybe people think that’s cowardly, but I don’t see it that way really– it’s not cowardly to want to feel safe. A part of me always liked girls too, always felt curious about that, but I never dared to admit that. I’d pass it off as “I just want to be like her. I just want to look like her.” 

Meanwhile, I had a really complicated view towards sex. I was raised to believe that it was wrong if it was done outside of marriage, but part of me longed for intimacy, affection. I was really insecure about myself too, so instead of seeking out healthy relationships, I slept around a lot in college. I viewed it like a game– how many guys could I sleep with? How many people could I hook up with in one night? I felt deeply ashamed of this, and really, I just wanted someone to love me, but I used sex as a means to that end, even if I didn’t feel good about the sex. I always felt like, if I didn’t have to have sex but could have a relationship, I’d rather do that.

Eventually, I went through a lot of therapy and did a lot of work on myself, and I grew to value who I am. I met my husband when I was 25, and we got married a few years later. I’m 30 years old now, happily married, and I’m expecting my first child in less than a month. (!!!!)

You’d think that there’s nothing more solidified and set than where I am in life. But, big life events, like being pregnant, make you think about who you are, who you want to be. I remember reading a post about how straight people should explore why they feel so connected to slash ships… and so I did. And I did some research into why I feel the way I do about sex– why, even before we were married, I didn’t really want to have sex with my husband, why our attempts at having a baby felt a bit like a chore instead of fun– to be clear, it has nothing to do with my feelings towards him. I love him more than anything in the world, and we’re really affectionate in every other way. I’m not sex-repulsed– I’ll do it if I feel like it and fortunately, he’s so supportive and never guilts me or pushes me. I experience arousal, but I’d rather just deal with it on my own- I don’t need anyone else around me for that. I don’t really experience attraction that often– I never look at someone and feel the need to have sex with them.  I can see that they’re attractive, but the thought of me acting on it feels strange to me. 

So, this is me, coming out as gray-ace. 

And, as for the bisexuality aspect of my identity…

I was surrounded by people who preached that anything other than being het was a sin. My own sister became born-again for awhile and rejected that part of herself. Tumblr is a blessing and a curse. It’s often a really negative place. But, being on here, and meeting people who are so outspoken about who they are— it’s so amazing to me? It has made me realize that I can explore parts of myself that I had brushed aside and dismissed my entire life. As I mentioned earlier, I feel comfortable identifying as gray ace… but when I do feel attraction, I feel attraction to both men and women. I suppose that makes me bisexual. So… that’s that! 

I’m not comfortable enough to come out to anyone in person. I don’t even know if I’ll come out as bi to my husband… at least, not yet. (that’s a story for another day.) 

But, this is me, coming out where I feel safest. 

I hope this helps people who might feel confused or lost. Someone once told me that labels are supposed to help you feel comfortable, and if they don’t fit, then don’t use them. But for me, being able to put a name to how I’m feeling has felt like cleaning my dirty glasses. It’s been like changing a dim light bulb. I feel like I can see myself clearly, and it feels really nice. 


Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:  1233

Summary: Baz wakes up very cold.  Based on “steamy kiss” from Askfic Kiss Meme.

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AN:  Alright so I reblogged a kiss fic request and this was one of them. If you wanna request from it, the list is on my blog here


I shiver as I wake up. A cool breeze is coming in from the open windows. Slowly, my sleep bleary eyes adjust to my surroundings. The hardwood floor is covered in clothes and various other bits of junk. I’m on a bed with Spider Man bed sheets. The thin fleece blanket is bunched up at my feet. Ah, I know where I am. Simon and I had a late night studying, so he let me crash at his flat. It’s no wonder I’m freezing, then. Snow has kicked off my only defence against the cold.

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Apologies- Missy x Reader

Originally posted by possiblestalker


I dedicate this imagine to the wonderful anon who send me a really nice message, saying how happy they were that they had found a blog that wrote for Missy and the 13th Doctor. This one is for you, friend!

Also, I’m not really satisfied about this. I don’t know why. Ugh.

You opened the oven. Your whole face flushed from the heat but you ignored that, taking out the cake and putting it on the kitchen counter. You had baked a chocolate cake, hoping that was something the Doctor would like. Sighing you took off the mittens and leaned against the refrigerator.

The Doctor was never going to like you. From the moment you had met him, you had immediately known. He was cold to you, short and snappy. Missy said that was not very unusual for him, but you didn’t believe her. You had tried everything, to make the Doctor like you, but no!

A cake. Maybe, maybe he would like that? You were out of other ideas. You looked up when you heard the clacking of heels coming from afar. That must be Missy, you thought. She had been no help. Every time you asked how you could get the Doctor to like you she had just shrugged and left.

“Ah, Y/N, I was just looking for you,” she said, entering the kitchen.

“I made cake. Will you take it with you and give it to the Doctor. Maybe that will -” you started. Missy burst into laughter and you crossed your arms.

“What’s so funny?” you asked angrily. You wiped away some sweat from your forehead.

“Y/N, you’re so sweet, so human, really. But no. First, I’ll embarrass myself if I come see him with a cake my weird companion made and second, he’s never going to like you,” she said, pushing you away and opening the refrigerator.

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To anyone that wears a chest binder...

It doesn’t matter why you’re wearing your binder, if you start to feel uncomfortable TAKE IT OFF. Please. Seriously, go without a bra, and just get back to feeling well before you put it back on. 

Also, please don’t wear it to school or work or whatever for the first time that you ever wear it. Try it out on the weekend, maybe an hour on Saturday, a little longer on Sunday, so that your body will be ready to be restrained for however long your school/work day is.

I don’t care if you want to pass all day, please don’t wear it for more than 8 hours at a time or while you’re exercising.

True story, the first day I decided to wear my binder was last Friday. I wore it to marching band rehearsal at 6:45 am (I marched in it for two hours), then I went to school for 8 hours, then I had afternoon marching rehearsal (another hour of rehearsal), we waited until the football game started (2 ish hours), and then I marched in it again, and wore it for 2 more hours until I got home. So that’s 15 hours that I decided to wear it on the first day. That was 5 days ago and I still can’t breathe properly, I have chest pains, and I can’t bend over without my ribs hurting. I’m not going to bind again until I feel better, but seriously, I didn’t think that only doing it for one day would hurt that bad. News flash, it hurts really bad,and every once in a while I either gasp really loudly or I get light headed because my ribs hurt, so I don’t want to take a normal size breath.

So basically

  • Don’t bind for more than 8 hours
  • Don’t bind for 8 hours the first time you wear your binder
  • Don’t exercise in your binder
  • If you feel uncomfortable, take it off, hopefully you brought a sports bra or something else to put on, but please take it off.
  • I promise, if you’re taking care of yourself, no one will judge you for having boobs. People have boobs. Guys have boobs, just some bigger than others, and if people can’t get over that, then that’s their own problem
  • Please take care of yourself

And if you’re wearing a binder right now…

  • Do you feel any pain? Take it off.
  • How long have you had it on? More than 8 hours? Take it off (please)
  • When’s the last time you stretched your back?
  • When’s the last time you took a nice, big breath of air?
  • Do you feel cute? Because you are. You look nice, I promise.
The Shepherd

Note: I do want to apologize again for the long wait. But here is the next chapter of the story. Please remember that while comments and likes are nice, and appreciated, reblogs allow others to view my work and support me the most. So as always if you enjoy, please reblog. Thank you.

After the incident with the cottonmouth Rick was around more often, which only caused the children more unease. He was silent at meals, eating whatever Summer cooked for him neatly and without complaint. He also began to send them on errands, and the pair would reluctantly go into town, trying ignoring the stares of the townsfolk. They would buy the mechanical parts Rick requested at the store, politely and vaguely answering any questions asked about their grandfather and the house before finally scurrying home, stopping only to buy a coke to split from the general store.

The presence of the old man broke up the monotony of their lives, that was true, but Morty found he was missing his idle days by the creek, and Summer’s hands twitched, antsy to get back to her writings. However there was an awkward comfort they found in Rick’s intimidating presence– they were no longer on their own. They felt safe and protected, as children should.

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Light For The Lost

This title sounds really emo but i promise it makes narrative sense

Anyway here’s Pere Robert and Belle because I have Feelings

If you like this please reblog it kinda took Time lmao

and @lumiereswig i like ur blog and you said you wanted more Pere Robert stuff so here

Robert looked up when he heard the sniffling from outside the door.

It was late, late enough that the sky was on fire and the shadows were thick and reaching. In windows, lights were blown out as the night came sneaking into Villeneuve. It turned the small chapel into a haven of shadows and dancing candlelight, soft and gentle on day-tired eyes. Robert wasn’t unused to the people of Villeneuve making their way to the chapel. People felt safe there, protected against whatever beasts had risen up to nip at their heels. So, when Robert heard the tiny cries, he set down the book he’d been reading (he always read before bed) and went to go see what unfortunate needed help.

When he opened the door, the girl who’d been sitting there, back to the doorway, gasped and jumped backwards, falling over with a start in the dirt. She blinked owlishly at him, face red and tear-sodden.

He recognized her, of course. Belle Durant, daughter of the artist Maurice Durant. The pair kept mostly to themselves. Robert generally saw them when they showed up at the chapel nearly every Sunday, very polite and quiet, singing along to the hymns, although also whispering to each other during lulls in the service. While they were hardly unfriendly, they were very private people who rarely mixed with the rest of the townsfolk. Robert had never seen Belle at the school -

Whispers on the air, the sweet scent of roses -

Which was right, of course. The schoolmaster had never let girls into the school, not for as long as Robert could remember. Such a shame, really.

He knelt down carefully in front of Belle. “What’s the matter, Mlle Durant?”

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Friday Rundown 4-14-17

On the Docket for the Weekend

  • This weekend is Easter, of course. This weekend I’ll be staying at my sister’s house, which means shaaaaake up! I’ll probably think of a few special posts over the weekend. I know it’s the holidays, but seriously there’s only so much family I can handle at one time so I’m definitely still going to be on social. Just saying! I might just not be able to stalk my Tumblr buds as closely. 
  • No fear, there will be some food shopping and meal prep activity to share with you guys. It will be for the weekend only, with a special “how do lactose intolerant people survive at a house that may as well be a dairy farm” angle. Then, when I return for the week I’ll be able to give an example of what meal prep looks like around here when coming home from a trip. 

The Successes

  • Walking was killer. It was pretty nice this week, a bit cloudy at times–but nice! I exceeded my step goals most days but was able to keep my nutrition appropriate for those activity levels for once, so I didn’t overdo it and exhaust myself.
  • The gym was good, too! I didn’t write many logs this week because I felt it would be redundant to say “did cardio, here’s approximately the same Fitbit log.” I really wanted to get some major movement this week leading into a road trip. Sitting for four hours with maybe only one potty break seems so impossible. I really do constantly move some days. I’m going to be crawling out of my skin. Maybe I should bring dumbbells and do and bicep curls in the car. Am I really going to be that person?
  • NSV. My workout pants are now too large. Particularly, the compression pants. I have tons of other active wear that fit, but I need these for running so I’ll have to go down a size ASAP. I looked at my Old Navy yesterday but they didn’t have any high-waist ones on the sale rack. It’s kind of convoluted, but I need this very exact cut and material to run because of my loose skin. Mid-Rise doesn’t give the support I need. So, I’ll have to look again sometime soon and just suck it up–literally–for a few runs. It’s not super terrible because most of my skin is in my limbs, but it will affect my performance until I get them replaced.

The Not as Successful 

  • Caffeine. I’ve already talked about this one a lot this week, and ultimately it’s not a dire situation. I’m typically not someone who “needs” it to wake up. I still don’t, but I definitely do enjoy it. At least I know I can easily abstain for a while when migraines are flaring up. When I “came off” it two months ago I only had one withdrawal headache, though it was legit the worst migraine I’d had all year. 
  • I am so beyond bloated. You know, that might say something more about exactly how loose the workout pants really are, because I’ve also been dealing with an uncomfortable amount of bloating this week. It’s just–fun female times. It’s making it a pain in the ass to exercise as efficiently, but damn it I’m doing it!

Little Rambles

Ugh, just more porn blog drama. A lot of us know the drill. They reblog your photos and leave those “join me on cam” messages with flapping dicks everywhere. Every time a post of mine starts showing up on the tags I use; dozens and dozens of them start interacting with my account. Every single morning, I block every account with pornography on it and file a report if my face has been reblogged to it. Some days it makes me not want to post pictures of myself, and I’ll never share photos of my nephew because of this bullshit. I complain about this a lot, but I wish Tumblr developers would make it faster to get this kind of crap taken down.

It takes 2-3 days to get each request fully addressed. It’s genuinely the only thing that annoys me about this website. I’ve never had anywhere near the magnitude of these problems on any other social media website as I do on Tumblr, and I use Soundcloud for shit’s sake! I’ll keep going through this charade even if I become the “crazy lady” in the Tumblr support queue. I don’t care. I just what’s left of my privacy respected.

I do find at least a little humor in it now. I mean, after awhile you see so many dicks against your will that it turns from ‘Oh, God. Why?” into, “WTF? That looks like a gourd!”

This is Thursday-through-Thursday because I was a sneaky twat and queued this post last night. A-ha! By the time this goes live my sorry ass is probably sitting in the car. In other news, what the Hell happened to Sunday!? 

It’s Bobby Sunday!  Are you ready to dance????

Yes, today’s Bobby Sunday we are watching Marilyn Hotchkiss’ Ballroom Dancing and Charm School.

You know … . . after watching this today, I have to say I didn’t pay much attention to many of the details the other umpteen times I watched.  Or maybe I just watched Bobby dancing and having sex in the bakery? 

(gif originally posted by fairytaleasoldastime)

Put your pants on Frank!  (Or not.  Not is good too.) 

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Sunday! (Male!Ariel x reader) (request)

Picture not mine

burntamore0906 :  Can you guys maybe like- do a male!Ariel (like the princess) x reader. I’ve had a recent obsession and there isn’t enough fanfiction to satisfy my need.

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Note: Ariel is technically  a unisex name and plus i wasn’t sure if the male version had a different name so…i just kept Ariel as his name! Hope that is okay with you.

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Hey beauty lovers! Welcome to LEARNTOMAKEUP

As you might know my name is Valeria and I’m a makeup artist. This is my beauty blog that shares tips, advices, tricks and ways to improve your makeup.

I need to tell you an amazing new announcement and is that I will be posting every saturday and sunday since today. If you enjoy our content stay tuned for that.

I would love to post more than twice a week but it would be a lie. Some days I have events or classes and it’s kinda difficult but I will be able to post new and nice tips and tricks every weekend for you guys.


Let’s see if you can guess it … 

Yes, you are right. We are talking about winged eyeliner.

We love it and we know how beautiful it looks. But the question is why? The reason is that black is classy but still black will make your eyes pop, it will add more dimension by creating depth. 

I have been getting messages asking for a winged eyeliner tutorial and I’m so happy  I can actually help you all.

Now we are going to start with our tutorial! 


You need to know what you want to reach out, here are some products you should consider. If you don’t know why we aren’t mentioning pencil eyeliners here is because they smudge and they don’t last that much so if your goal is to keep that winged eyeliner all night then keep reading.


A perfect everyday look, a thin, steady line hugging the upper lashes and just angling out so adds just enough drama to eyes also they will be will be totally smudge-proof once dried.

Personally, I would recommend this for a daily basis routine as the formula is way easier to  clean and remove at the end of the day.


An effortless application but stunning look. The felt tip makes application precise, secure and best of all it’s so easy.  Excellent color pay-off, quick drying, smudge proof, no feathering, no skipping. 


A unique look, they are both sweat and water proof eye liners, they allow you to make straight lines since they are easy to control, they last longer than liquid liners and they offer a wide range of eyeliner color so you have the freedom of mixing colors to obtain what you exactly want.

Gel eyeliners are a must for any makeup artists because they don’t easily smear. 

You will need an ANGLED  BRUSH if you are wearing gel eyeliner. This brush has angled shaped packed hair which is useful to draw slant lines or even tight lines. These brushes come with a variety of angles: Small angled, Medium angled and Large angled Brushes.

It makes it the easiest cat eyeliner brush, adding the drama with dense lines.


This steps depends on how wide and big your eye is and how thick or thin you want your eye line. However, if you have small or hallow eyes you can create a thick line but you need to be careful. 

Small eyes are the most common ones. People tend to have hallow/sunken eyes and still you can show off your amazing eye line. 

— Here you can see a tutorial for hallow eyes  —

— This is a tutorial on how to apply eye liner for regular eyes ❀ —

— Eyeliner application for almond eyes —

— Like I told you before if the eye is small then you need to do the wing smaller so you can show off your eyeliner. You can see asian people tend to do thin lines and thin long tails. —

— Asian people can wear black eyeliner but as you can see here, bright and colorful eyeliners make asian eyes look so gorgeous. — 

— Check out this double winged eyeline —

— Also you can try out new and different styles ❁  —

You can see that there are no rules when it comes to eyeliner. We can use our creativity and ideas to get a perfect look. Use any color you want and feel more comfortable with. 

This has been all for today’s topic and I hope you can improve your routine with this post. 

*As always I’m open to suggestions and opinions so if you need information about an specific topic don’t forget to tell us! *

If you found helpful/useful this post please like or reblog it so I know that you want me to publish more tips & tricks about makeup.

» Last but not least, if you are a makeup lover or if you want to join our family follow LEARNTOMAKEUP to read our posts and stay updated ♥ «

Thank you my angels for everything, Valeria.


Summary: The most awkward things can happen when someone else in your family is up in the middle of the night, but some of the most amazing too.

notes: this was going to go a completely different direction than what it is now. like Naruto went in to depth about his past and all that and i just went “we’ll save that for later”


rating: k

Boruto rolled out of bed. He found his house shoes vaguely scattered around his room and slipped them on, making his way towards the kitchen.

It always happened. Always at 2:36 in the morning Boruto had to get up, and had to get a drink of water. His body just wouldn’t let him go to sleep otherwise. You would think he would have more control of his twelve year old body, but for right now, the only thing on his mind was quenching his thirst.

That is until he reached the stairs. He almost started his journey down them but out of the corner of his eye he saw a light was on.

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So close. (Part one)

Hey guys! So, I’ve decided to write a series of fanfictions and this is part one! I haven’t posted any fanfics in a while, so I hope this makes up for it! 

I’m aiming to mix it up and make this fanfic about more than one celebrity, starting with danisnotonfire in the first! I hope you enjoy! :)

I will try to post one daily, if I am unable to, I will let you know, just check my page!

Anyone who reblogs this would really be helping me out, so if you do, to say thank you I will follow you on my main account, aneverendingjourneysoundsgood 

Thank you! - Hannah x


“Just friends?” He said, though it was not at all what you wanted to hear.
“Just friends.” You nodded, but you clearly didn’t want that. You and Dan had been close to sleeping together from day one. You’d never quite got there. So there you were, agreeing not to let it happen.
“Come here.” He said, opening his arms to embrace you. You moved toward him and he wrapped his arms around you. What you could have been. You pulled away to look up into his eyes and give a fake smile. He forced himself to do the same.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, pulling away.
“Oh.. Yeah, sure.” He nodded awkwardly.
“Bye then.” You said, picking up your bag and heading for the door.
“Bye, Y/N.” He grumbled, as you shut the door

You didn’t see him that next day. He didn’t even call. Though, to be fair, you didn’t either. You could’t bring yourself to see the man you’re too scared to admit your love to. He doesn’t love you back. He wants to just be friends.

You didn’t even see him the day after that. Before, you had seen him almost every day, but somehow, everything had changed. However, not everything. You still couldn’t get him off your mind! You tried a number of activities to distract yourself: reading, watching a movie and even cleaning your flat (which you aren’t prone to)! Eventually, you gave up. Instead, you decided going for a walk on the beach was the best way to clear your head. When your mind is made up, you quickly grabbed your coat and bag and rush out the door. You climbed into your old, slightly crappy car, which you loved regardless, and drove a couple of miles south. On your way, you stopped at a little cafe that Dan and yourself have always loved to visit. It was a rather cramped, but beautiful building, with ivy growing up the side of it. There was one single table with two chairs outside. Oh, it was all too familiar. It was where you and Dan first met.

“Mind if I sit here?” He said to you, one Sunday morning. You looked up from your book and smiled.
“Of course. Don’t mind me!” You grinned, feeling rather stupid due to the expression you could feel on your face. Blushing, you looked back down to your book. However, you don’t really read; you’re too busy spying on this man that was sitting across from you. From the corner of your eye, you see him fidgeting in his seat. He seemed incredibly bored, so what was he doing sitting with you, who was about as fun as a dog with no legs.
“So, I’m Dan by the way.” Dan said, reaching his arm out for a hand shake.
“Oh, I’m Y/N.” You shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Daniel.” You had a thing about calling people by their full first name.
“It’s OK to call me Dan, you know.”
“I prefer Daniel. If that’s fine with you of course?” What were you thinking? This man was a stranger, so why were you teasing like this?
Dan smirked. “I like you.” He grins.
“I think I like you too, Daniel.”
“Think we could be friends?” He asked. You became puzzled. He was asking you to be friends?
“Why not?” You agreed. To be honest, you had taken quite a liking to Dan. He was nice, funny and awkward. Although you didn’t like to admit it, he was kind of like you.
“So, tea?” He asked.

You’d been close ever since.
You step inside the cafe and are greeted by the owner, a man you had come to know rather well. “Ahhh, Y/N! I was starting to wonder where you were! And where’s your good friend…um… David?”
“Daniel. He’s busy today, so I came for my usual cup of tea and iced bun on my own. Oh, and a newspaper.” You told him.
“Oh I see. I’ll bring it out for you in a minute, Y/N. Take a seat!” He smiled. You turned and went back out the door to sit at the little table outside. You watched the people walking past; there were so many couples. Kind of depressing.
Antony the cafe owner came out with your order a few minutes later. “Here you are, Y/N! Enjoy!” He grinned. Then he lowered his voice, “On the house.” You smiled sweetly at him and thanked him. He must have known something was wrong. Since the day you met, Dan and yourself had always come to the same cafe on every Sunday morning. If either of you were busy, you just wouldn’t go.
You missed him. You couldn’t concentrate on your paper and left your tea to go cold. Why did you think this was a good idea?

Without saying goodbye to Antony, you left. You rushed along the pathway to the beach, sure that when you got there, everything would be OK.
It wasn’t; for a while. You had tried strolling down the beach at the edge of the water, but still, you couldn’t remove the man you adored from you head. You gave up with walking, so just collapsed where you were standing and let the salty water lap at your legs. You put your head in your hands and gave in to the image of Dan in your head. You sat like this for 10 minutes.

“So, what do you do down here?” Dan asked you on your second meeting. You had taken him to the beach, it was just so beautiful and calming.
“Just walk, sometimes sit. Not much really, but it’s just so nice here. It’s like all your worries are gone.” You glanced up and him and he was expressing a little smile.
“I see what you mean! I’m really glad you took me here. It’s nice to see you again too.” He grinned. You blushed slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“It’s nice to see you too, Daniel.” You replied.
“There is some way we can make this more fun though.” He winked at you. You were a bit alarmed to what he meant, but mostly intrigued. He started to speed up.
“What are you doing?” You shouted after him, laughing.
“Catch me if you can!” You’re not usually one for these little childish games, but you really liked Dan and you didn’t want him to think you were boring. You chased after him, getting sand in your shoes as you ran. You didn’t care. The only real problem was that Dan was very quick. You tried going faster, but you couldn’t catch up. You began to feel incredibly tired, sat down and shouted, “Fine, I give up! You’re too good!” You heard him laugh and he jogged back to you. When he was stood next to you, you saw your chance and grabbed his leg and pulled him down to the ground.
“Hey! Not fair, Y/N!” He chuckled.
“It is! There were no rules! I win!” You giggle. You were very proud of yourself, it wasn’t like you, but you liked it.
“Fine, you win!” He said, sitting up. You laugh in response.

The memory was interupted by a voice above you. Maybe even familiar.



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anonymous asked:

*taps on window* Emma I just thought of the single cutest thing, you know about adult coloring books right? How they're super calming and relaxing and just ease all of your stress? I want you to think aobut Derek ok? Think about Stiles introducing these to Derek as a "haha jk (no I wasn't)" type of thing, like, he really DOES think they'd relax him but he knows Derek would never go for it, and because Derek can be an asshole when he wants to be he takes Stiles up on the offer just to see 1/?

how he’ll react, except..?? It?? It feels kind of nice???? He doesn’t understand but???? He .. he likes it???? And so it becomes a tiny bit of a thing, when he’s alone, because Stiles left that stupid coloring book and colored pencils there and so when he has time he just sits down and colors flowers and stuff but then he runs out of pages and is //forced// to go buy another one and he finds out that.. that.. THERE ARE NERD COLORING BOOKS!? Harry Potter, Lord Of The Rings, GAME. OF. THRONES!

(He’s redder than an entire jar of cherries when he buys a stack of them) And it’s just a //thing// and it’s NICE and it makes him feel good to just zone out for a wile and be at peace it’s GOOD ok? And so months later he and Stiles become a couple, Stiles is going through Derek’s dresser one night to get some underwear (because Derek actually in fact //shredded// his ok? *cough*) And he uh.. well.. he finds Derek secret in the form of six completed adult coloring books and one Supergirl one that’s almost half done, and Derek is about to cry from embarrassment, ok? 

Except that Stiles thinks it’s without a doubt the //SINGLE// cutest thing in the ENTIRE. WORLD. and the next morning Derek wakes up to coffee and doughnuts and a brand spanking new Supernatural coloring book with BRAND NEW PENCILS AND EVERYTHING and Stiles beside him with a Harley Quinn book just “Hey I did a thing, nice Sunday morning isn’t it?” and then it becomes a //thing// for them, they spend an hour or  so a day, usually in the mornings, just coloring together where it’s very calm and relaxed and they’re SO HAPPY EMMA and I just had to tell you about it.

Oh my god, I just love everything about this??? 

Can you also imagine though, this being the first nice thing Derek has ever done for himself and the embarrassment isn’t because it’s colouring books but because he feels like he shouldn’t have this really nice thing in his life that makes him feel good and safe and relaxed for a couple of hours every day??

Also though, I can’t help but imagine Derek also discovering he has a talent for drawing?? Like, one day he runs out of things to colour and so he starts doodling - maybe nerdy scenes from the Harry Potter books or maybe it’s Stiles sleeping on the couch - and it starts becoming a habit??? And before he knows it he’s looking up drawing tutorials online and of course, somehow, he stumbles on to fanart and because Derek Hale is such a Harry Potter nerd (shhh, he is, don’t fight me) he ends up drawing fanart himself. 

He doesn’t post any of it because, one, he doesn’t have a scanner and, two, he doesn’t have the first clue how fandom based websites work. 6 months into their relationship Stiles probably comes across all these drawings, loose sketches of the Harry Potter world - the characters, scenes, even some ships (Drarry, in particular) - and he is so in awe and happy and he….okay, he probably should have told Derek about setting him up with a tumblr before he went and uploaded some of Derek’s art to it but he just wanted Derek to feel loved and appreciated and these drawings are damn good. Of course, Stiles reblogs all of them on his own account (which has a large following) and the drawings get so many amazing tags and reblogs and likes and Stiles is slightly afraid Derek is going to kill him but…

Derek is pretty shy about the whole thing when Stiles tells him but he’s not mad, thank god. Stiles takes Derek’s blush to mean he’s actually sort of, kind of, pleased about all the nice things people have said and Stiles goes on to show Derek how to use tumblr and buys him a scanner and everything. Derek starts drawing prompts and taking commissions and it makes him so damn happy because he’s got all this money and he’s never really had to work because of it and between one supernatural disaster and another Derek has always been afraid to actually try to do something. The art gives him a hobby, a purpose, but also incentive to open up a little art gallery in Beacon Hills and, eventually, one in New York for inspiring artists (most of which are online artists he’s met through tumblr and fandom).

And all the while Stiles is right by his side. He used to be the only one who could truly put a large, genuine grin on Derek’s face most days and even though he is kind of selfish and misses how only he could do that, he couldn’t be happier that Derek is so happy when he draws, when someone compliments him or when an artist he has taken on gets their work sold. He loves Derek with all his heart and seeing him thrive is more satisfying than even the tastiest of milkshakes. (Stiles might even go as far as to say it’s better than sex but Derek does get the same dopey, pleased look on his face after sex as he does with his work so that one is still hanging in the balance.)

SasuSaku Countdown Marathon Prompt - First

Date: October 10th, 2014
Pairing: SasuSaku
Prompt: First
Title: Groveling for Groceries
Summary: AU. The early bird gets the worm. Unless you’re Sasuke.
Written by: ebondeath
Disclaimer: Naruto, not mine since 1999.
Author’s Note: To everybody who has read, liked, or reblogged my fics, I love you with the intensity of one thousand youthful Rock Lees.
Linkage: Prompt Calendar | Fanfiction.net Version
Previous Prompts: The Beginning | Back Then | Chapter 695

It’s Sunday, the day Sasuke goes grocery shopping.

At 8:30 in the morning, it’s drizzling outside and Sasuke shakes the water out of his naturally spiked hair as he enters the local market. It’s quiet and not many people are doing their shopping this early in the morning.

He wanders the aisles absentmindedly, picking out his usual fanfare and throwing it into his basket. He bypasses the sweets entirely, opting for plain vegetables, rice, and various fish and meats. For the most part, Sasuke doesn’t particularly care what he eats (with the exception of his dislike of sweets). There is one special food though, one indulgence that he allows himself.


Sasuke is, by nature, a person of extreme self-discipline. Being a pre-law student and a member of Konoha University’s basketball team requires almost every ounce of his attention and dedication. And Sasuke has never been one to do things half-assed. So his diet and workout routine are strict, and his study regimen is intense and focused.

Having finished the rest of his shopping, Sasuke moves toward the fresh produce section at a quick pace. There is a reason he chooses to shop at this grocery market, and it’s because it has the freshest, roundest, reddest, most juicy tomatoes. The price is a little steep, but the quality is superb and Sasuke is not exactly hurting for cash.

Tomato season is almost over, so their stock is not as generous as it usually is. In fact, as Sasuke approaches the display, he sees that there is only one bag left. He smirks to himself in victory as he reaches for it.

Out of nowhere, another hand slaps his away.

“Hands off, bucko, I saw ‘em first.”

Sasuke is startled into looking up at the offending tomato-thief. To his astonishment, it’s a scrawny girl, maybe his age. And…oh god, is that…pink hair? Who has pink hair? Really? Pink hair and really, really green eyes. The kind of deep green-blue you only see in unsullied ocean waters. She’s wearing a purple KU hoodie, denim cutoffs, black and white striped leggings (again, really?), and beat up classic black Chuck Taylors.

He snaps himself out of his inspection and reaches for the tomatoes again.

“I don’t think so. These are clearly mine. I was here first before you.”

The pink chick does not seem to appreciate this answer and tugs on the bag. “I don’t think so. I saw them first, and I’ll get much more use out of them you could. You’ll probably just throw them at passing kids trespassing on your lawn.”

Sasuke splutters. The idea of wasting such delicious delicacies on the punishment of juvenile idiots is inconceivable. Is this girl crazy? He glances at her weird hair and outfit again. Scratch that, she is clearly crazy.

“You are ridiculously wrong. I intend to eat them.”

She raises a pink eyebrow. “Eat them? As in, raw and unaccompanied? Who does that, seriously? You’re weird, and these tomatoes are mine. Have a nice life.” Crazy girl yanks the bag of tomatoes out of his hand and starts walking away.


Now, Uchiha Mikoto raised a gentleman. And under normal circumstances, Sasuke would just let it go and let the lady have her way. But these are tomatoes. TOMATOES. Sasuke’s favorite food. Not just his favorite food, but his favorite thing ever in the history of everything. And under these circumstances, Sasuke has no intention of losing to some crazy-ass (but cute in a kind of weird, off-beat way) chick with pink hair. At worst, he’s willing to compromise.

“Wait a minute.” He follows her back to her cart. She turns around and raises that eyebrow again. He wets his lips nervously (nervous? Since when is Uchiha Sasuke ever nervous? And around some inconsequential girl?) and he can’t help but glance at hers as he does.

“Would you be willing to split the bag? Half and half?”

She ponders his question for a few seconds before laughing to herself.

“You really want these tomatoes, don'tcha? I’ll tell you what,” her eyes sparkle as she smirks at him, “I plan on cooking up all these tomatoes tonight. I’m making spaghetti sauce, home-made pizza, bruschetta, salsa, and some damn good BLTs.”

Sasuke stares at her. “You’re making all that for one night?” He looks down at her skinny frame. “You must have the metabolism of the gods.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “No, dorkface. That’s about a week’s worth of food for me, plus I have moocher friends. Here’s what I’m offering. You come over to my place tonight for a date, home-cooked dinner obviously, and you can have all the tomato foods you like. I’ll even leave you one of the tomatoes whole and give you a jar of my specialty tomato jam. What say you?”

She’s standing there staring at him with her arms folded and this smug expression on her face like she knows he’s going to say yes. She’s even crazier than he thought. And that has the opposite effect of what he’d thought it would have.

“…a date?”

She nods. “Mmhm.”

Sasuke considers her offer, eyes roaming her face. The corners of her full lips are turned up in amusement as if she knows what he’s thinking. Her eyes are full of mirth and mischief, no hint of insecurity whatsoever. She doesn’t even entertain the idea of him saying no.

“What’s your name?”


He shouldn’t be surprised, given her hair color, but he is. Sakura is the name of a delicate flower, and there is nothing delicate about this girl. She’s all bony angles and sharp words. Sasuke decides he likes her name, and likes her.

“Fine. Where do you live and what time should I be there?”

Sakura grins at him and whips out a pen and an old receipt from her purse.

“Just don’t bring any flowers. If you bring anything, bring a six pack.”


Sasuke is standing outside the door of one Haruno Sakura at 6:30 that night. He shakes his head and asks himself for the thousandth time since this morning what he’s doing. He’s agreed to a dinner date with some weird girl who tried to steal his tomatoes (and succeeded). Maybe he’s as crazy as she is.

She answers after the 2nd knock, and as soon as she opens the door Sasuke decides he’s going to marry this girl if her apartment smells like this all the time. The smell of cooking tomatoes wafts to his nose from the unseen kitchen. It saturates the whole apartment and surrounds Sasuke like a warm, comfortable blanket.

Sakura grins at him and beckons him inside. She takes the six pack of beer from him and leads him into the kitchen, and now Sasuke is definitely making plans to move in.

On the kitchen table sit two homemade pizzas. One is covered with meat and tomatoes, the other decorated in mushrooms, peppers, and olives. On the counter sits the bruschetta, grilled bread covered with tomatoes, olive oil, and salt and pepper. As she opens the fridge to deposit the beer, Sasuke sees the BLTs she must have made earlier. To his left, spaghetti sauce is simmering on the stove. The smell is heavenly.

Sasuke feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to find Sakura handing him a glass of tomato juice. A lazy smirk creeps up on his face. “You don’t think this is going a little overboard?”

She snorts and waves her hand at him. “You’re the one who’s obsessed with tomatoes to the point where you’d stalk and harass a girl in the supermarket over it.” Sasuke glares at her. She shrugs.

“Anyway. I’ve got a movie in. I figure we can start with the pizzas and make our way from there. Grab yourself whatever you want and meet me in the living room. It’s down the hall on the right.”


An hour into the movie and many slices of pizza later, Sakura’s head is resting on his shoulder and his arm seems to have snuck itself around her waist at some point. When the hell did that happen? And yet, to Sasuke, it feels completely comfortable. Like they haven’t only known each other for twelve hours.

The movie she’s picked is a horror cult classic, one of his favorites. It’s like between the tomatoes and the movie, they’re already on the same wavelength. Either that or she’s been stalking him. That idea should probably alarm him more, but Sasuke can’t bring himself to care.

He looks down at the girl leaning against him and smirks. Feeling his gaze on her, she turns her face to return the look, her brow raised (again. That must be her trademark expression). Then she momentarily leans forward and away from him to steal his unfinished second glass of tomato juice. She drains the rest of the glass and then stares him down.

“We should make out,” she says, “and then you should probably just go ahead and agree to be my boyfriend right now, because this whole scenario right here is going to be a thing.”

Sasuke doesn’t bother to argue. He’s already kissing her, wrapping his arms around her, and pressing her into the couch. Her mouth tastes like tomato juice, and if that’s going to be a thing too, then he doesn’t think being her boyfriend will be so bad.