i wish i could cook this well

The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.

The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside. 

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was…heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds. 

You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction. 

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my.  You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly. 

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda…kinda…” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought. 

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics. 

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

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(Requested by Anon)

It hadn’t been any particular day. You were lounging at Emily’s house, waiting for your boys to get back. The guys were starting to call you the second ‘pack mom’ because you were always helping Emily when it came to taking care of them.

“Seth and Embry should be the first two back from the patrol, so Jacob should be leaving his place with Quil soon to take over for them. Those boys all work a tight shift with those Vampires in Seattle.” Emily spoke, wiping down the benches in the kitchen.

“I know. Paul comes home dead on his feet sometimes, it makes me wonder how he even makes it home alive driving.” You played with the sponge you were holding, wondering what your fiancé was doing now.

Emily nodded, a small frown on her scarred face. “I know what you mean, sometimes Sam comes home like that. Patrols take so much out of them.” She sighed.

“But they still keep going, trying to protect everyone. And I …” She looked lost for words. A helpless expression on her face. “I wish I could do more for them. Cooking and making sure there are spare clothes here for them all, having a place to crash when they get back … it’s just not enough. I want to help more.”

You understood the feeling well. The helplessness in all of it. And knowing your fiancé was out there, fighting off the Cold Ones as you wait for him on protected ground, made you sick. You hated waiting, and you definitely didn’t like not knowing if Paul was safe. 

All you could do was sit there, hoping Paul came home that night unharmed by those monsters that got too brave and ventured further towards Forks.

It made you resent that Swan girl… just a little.

Just then, a crash of weight on the front veranda sounded, along with the familiar voices calling out.

“Just us!” Called Embry, “No need to fear, the hero is here!”

You and Emily shared a playful expression at the voice.

“Yeah.” quipped Seth, “Embry is here too, don’t worry.”

Embry chortled. It took a few moments for them to come inside, no doubt changing into their clothes they left on the veranda.

“I feel like ‘no need to fear, the wolves are here’ is a better catch phrase -” Seth started as he made his way to the table between the kitchen and the couch.

You sat up from your sprawled position on the couch, yawning. It wasn’t late, but you were matching your sleep schedule to Paul’s so you were awake when he came home. You missed him and didn’t want abnormal sleep schedules to keep you apart.

You looked at the time and groaned. Paul wouldn’t be finished for another four hours. At least now with Seth and Embry there would be some more entertainment. It was never quiet when you were among wolves.

You looked over at the two, who were suspiciously quiet.

“What?” You said, looking at their astonished faces. “What is it?” They both had goofy looking smiles on their faces.

“When were you guys going to tell us?” Embry asked, eyes gleaming. In his mind, he was already calling shotgun on godfather.

You stared at the two of them.

Seth grinned. “You can’t keep something like that from us, you think we wouldn’t hear?”

“Uh… what?”

They didn’t answer straight away, quickly looking at each other. “Nothing. Never mind. Obviously, you and Paul want to keep this quiet …” Embry trailed off, his tone dipping lower.

You rolled your eyes.“You boys make no sense to me sometimes.” You flopped back down into your position from earlier, feeling more comfortable that way for some odd reason.

They didn’t respond, but they sat down at the table, backs hunched over as they had a private conversation between themselves.

Are they talking to the pack? You wondered. No, they needed to be in wolf form for that. They were just talking too quietly for you and Emily to hear.

Time slowly began to pass, the clock inching closer to midnight. Paul promised he wouldn’t be late.

When he finally arrived, you jumped up from your spot where you had been dozing in and out of consciousness to throw yourself into his arms. Normally dozing off wouldn’t happen while you waited for Paul to return, but lately you were just so tired.

Seth and Embry always seemed to try and hoard your attention, viewing you as the older sister they never had. (Or in Seth’s case, had but wished she was as cool as you.)

Boisterous conversations, bad puns and jokes exchanged, mild physical fighting (they always let you win because Paul would beat them up if they actually hurt you. You  purposely avoided this truth to protect your pride).

But strangely, the two were letting you rest. Hell, Seth even laid a blanket over you when you dozed off. And neither had raised their voices once since you spoke. Even Emily noticed their strange behavior, staring quizzically at them as they sat protectively close to you on the floor.

Paul’s arms closed around you immediately. You could feel his exhaustion. You would let him eat the meal Emily had prepared for the Pack and drive him home where he could catch up on much needed rest.

Paul looked over your head, which was nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his sent. His eyes caught sight of the two who were practically vibrating with excitement.

When Paul said nothing at first, Embry spoke.

Or rather, blurted it out.

“When were you guys going to tell us you’re having a baby?”

For a small moment, no air seemed exist in the room. You could feel Paul tense around you.

You slowly twisted in Paul’s arms, facing the two. “Huh?”

Seth grinned, still not realizing that you were clueless. “Seriously, we can hear the heartbeat, you think we wouldn’t know?”

You froze, looking unsure and expectantly at Paul for an answer.

Listening closely, Paul heard the faint sound of a beating pulse, too faint to have been noticed before.

“You’re pregnant.” The words dropped in a dazed whisper. “They’re right… I can’t believe I didn’t realize earlier.”

Seth and Embry shot up from the floor.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW?” They boomed in sync, making you groan as the sound echoed in your ears.

Hopefully the baby didn’t take after the wolves.

Flinch - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by kwanghale

Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!

Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.

“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.

“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’. 

“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.

“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.


“Yeah, Lydia.”

“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia my voice drips with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.

“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”

“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.

“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.” 

“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.

“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.

I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back. 

“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.

“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me. 

“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.

“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off. 

“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”

“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.

“How do I make it up to you?” 

“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.

“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.

“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.

“Love you too.”

“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.

Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx

Boku No Hero Academia, Vol.7 Limited Edition Drama CD Translation : Sweep! Community Clean Up!

Disclaimer: Full translation of the drama CD which you can hear at this link, many thanks to op for sharing this lovely track. I got most of track 1 explanation from the manga so just a heads up. Loads of error probably, but I’m weak for my trash son baku so i just have to share it. Enjoy!

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EXO Reaction to being on We Got Married with their GF

Yes please yes! Soo take me there with you xD Xo, Admin A~

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*Proving himself* “I guess you’ll have dinner made by Park Chanyeol every night… you are lucky jagi!”


*Probably the happiest of them all because this feels like you are really a married couple*


You: “Sehunnie what are you reading?”
Sehun: “How to be a good husband for dummies”


*Can’t take the smile off of his face* “Do I look good? I want to be perfect for my baobei tonight… We are starting a reality show together”


*Gets in the most awkward situation* “She is going to kill me… it’s so spicy… I can’t…omg”


“Jagi… I’m going insane… we need some privacy… They are recording this too aren’t they?”


*You find him sulking every night* “I want to be naughty to my girlfriend… but I can’t… ahhhh……”


*Probably going to stick to you 24/7* “We are recording a show together! I have to be with you all the time..” *Excuses xd*


*Gonna make the funnest show ever* “For out first date… we are going to a water themed park! You are going to love it!”


*Honestly, he’ll be the happiest person recording the show* 
*To the camera* “Why am I so happy? Well… I get to live with my jagi as her husband.. and make her happy and please her… is there anything else that I could wish for? No, I don’t think so”


*Just imagining makes his heart race* “This means we’ll go shopping together… and we’ll cook together.. and shower together… ahh I can’t wait!”


*Just imagine the kind of messy and also cheesy show it will be*

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A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 5

The mission was filled with mostly tense silence, guaranteed by Keith’s trying to burn a hole in the side of my head and Shiro’s set jaw. I just couldn’t stop grinning. I finally talked back to Shiro, finally said what was on my mind, might have royally screwed up whatever mutual understanding I had with either of them, but that apathy hasn’t gone away just yet. I just don’t care. They didn’t care about me. This is just a classic tale of what goes around comes around.

I just… feel proud of myself. Would Lotor be proud? Or would he frown at the awful things I’ve said? If he loves me like he claims, he’ll support my newfound sass. There’s no weight on my chest when we land on the planet, which is pretty standard. The aliens there are a species called the Devorah, awkwardly long armed with glossy, pupil less purple eyes, a variety of candy colored flesh, no hair, and an apparent interest in cosmetics. They were kind of… ethereal. Anyway, that’s besides the point, half of them carried around little fur balls with eyes, and they’re being abducted left and right.

Fast forward like four hours, it’s a group of radical scientists on a neighboring planet kidnapping them for research because they’re biology is pretty similar to the Devorah and there’s some sickness on that planet, I don’t know, everyone just told me to stay out of the way. It passes in a blur and all I can really remember is blowing up a research facility and commenting on how the reason they’re all getting sick is because they’re throwing their raw shit in a river that connects to the one they get their drinking water from.

The Devorah thank us by treating us to a party. And goddamn if these aliens don’t know how to throw a freaking rave. The substance that gets them drunk doesn’t do much for humans, but it does for Keith apparently, because he’s partying hard and Shiro’s just trying to keep him from committing a felony or something. Once Pidge has started to hit it off with some Devorah chick with lots of jewelry, Hunk flees and asks me what the hell I was thinking back at the castle.

“I’m tired of people treating me like shit, man.“ I explain, downing a bubble gum flavored… liquid? It’s thick. It gives me hiccups. “Like, I, hiccup, can’t be the only one who knows that Keith lowkey starts, hiccup, ninety percent of our ‘disagreements’. And that Shiro babies him and, hiccup, and blames me!”

Hunk straightens his headband and pulls a blue cherry thing out of his drink, pops it in his mouth. “Hey, I know, Keith is my teammate and the best pilot I know, but he’s kind of a dick, specifically to you. And Shiro does have a serious bias, but you can’t just… you didn’t really… it’s - ”

“What, I wasn’t supposed, hiccup, to tell him he’s being a crappy leader? Sure, I went about it a little, hiccup, strong, but no one else was gonna, hiccup, say it.”

“Lance, you made several implications to them being in sexual relationship, and generally told the truth in the worst version possible.” He takes a gulp of his green, translucent drink, then places the pink crackle glass down heavily. “It’s about censorship and sugar coating it, Lance. There’s a difference between saying ‘Excuse me’ and ‘Get the fuck out of my way’, you’re so honest and genuine, but you just do that in the rudest way. Don’t get me wrong, it needed to be said, but that was the unfiltered truth. Nobody wants the unfiltered truth, Lance!” Hunk’s always so anxious, just talking about earlier’s situation has him looking panicked.

“Well, I’m… You know, it’s not just them treating me like shit, you know, hiccup, that right?” I look him in the eye. I’m not leaving with this unresolved, not with Hunk after he’s been a loyal friend for years before all of this Voltron stuff. “It’s you, it’s Pidge, it’s Allura, it’s even, hiccup, Coran. You don’t listen to me, ever. And I know it’s not just me over exaggerating. I get that I, hiccup, talk a lot, but every once in a while, I’m expecting people to listen. You all act so high and, hiccup, mighty, like you’re too busy for me. I’m sick of all of it. And you all have pushed me too far to care whose feelings I’m hurting. I love you, Hunk, hiccup, you’re my best friend, but you’re just as guilty as them.”

His brown, doe eyes are soft and sad. Is that what my eyes looked like? “Buddy… I know everyone’s kind of been… n- neglecting you, but ever since Matt and Shiro got back, it’s been so hectic. And Matt, he’s actually a really good cook, we have a lot of fun in the kitchen, I don’t know it’s just hard to pay attention to you too. It sounds awful when I say it out loud.“

“Well, gee, here’s a thought, what you just said? Kind of is awful. You literally just said you can’t pay your best friend five freaking minutes of your time because you met someone a month ago. We’ve known each other for eight years.” My hiccups have gone away. I knew Slav was right because Hunk and I cooked together, except I would just hand him stuff and taste test. Now I’m useless even to him. I wish I could get drunk off of my bubble gum liquid. “Maybe I’d feel more inclined to tell you all the cold, hard truth if I felt any of you actually cared. It’s been all cold shoulders and that sucks, Hunk. It’s making me hate living in space.”

He knows I don’t use hate lightly. There are few things I admit to hating, myself, pineapple on pizza, politics. He knows I’m all smiles even when I’m falling apart inside, but Hunk’s too nervous of a guy to stick around when the goings get tough. He apologizes briefly and searches for Pidge to cling to. Ha. Go figure. Maybe he’s scared of the way the truth hurts.

Anyway, I’m a party guy, but it doesn’t feel very appropriate and there’s no alcohol so I settle for chatting with the bartender (Devorah are androgynous as hell, so I can’t tell if they’re a boy or a girl) and trying more colorful drinks. I score when I get a purple cotton candy liquid and blue raspberry. It’s not unpleasant, but I wish I was with Lotor nonetheless. The strobe lights are giving me a headache. It’s bad that I’m looking forward to going back to the ship, talking to Keith and Shiro, and going back to Blue so I can plot my leave. But, I’ve been bad as of late, so I guess that’s characteristic now.

I’m tired, so I go back to Blue and take my nap in her cockpit until the party revs down to it’s end. Once the lions are all loaded up, I’m called to Shiro’s room. Not Keith, of course, just me, or at least it’s just Shiro and I once I arrive at his sleeping quarters, as Allura refers to them.

He doesn’t look outraged like from earlier. He looks disappointed. He doesn’t say anything to me for a solid minute, so I cross my arms impatiently across my chest and sit down on a levitating chair placed beneath an equally futuristic looking desk and pout. I’m probably being childish, but I have a right to be.

Then, surprise surprise, Keith pops in. I’m not always the late one. The red Paladin huffs and sits on the desk directly beside me. We don’t spare each other a glance as Shiro stands before us, gaze shifting from me to him.

“Lance.” He addresses, mirroring my pose, probably in an attempt to intimidate me, but as previously stated, I’m done being bitched around. Even by our leader. “The discussion from earlier - ”

Remembering Hunk’s words at the Devorah party, I can’t help but blurt out, “I’ll sugarcoat it next time!” With genuine intentions. He frowns. I wasn’t even trying to be a dick that time. “But, you have to know that you obviously value Keith over everyone else?”

“As leader of Voltron, I value you all equally.” His eyes soften from reprimanding to sympathetic. “Unfortunately, I have begun to treat you a little… unfairly due to Slav’s predictions.”

I didn’t. That hurt. I thought it was just because Keith’s like family to him. It’s really because he thinks I won’t be apart of the team for long? Is this why everyone’s been ignoring me? My heart rate quickens as the dreadful realization settles in. They didn’t fucking care about me in the first place. As soon as I begin to slip out of myself, as soon as I begin to not fit the ideals of a Paladin, they just… pretend I don’t exist. I disappear. I don’t want to disappear, I just want to be happy, just want to be a good Paladin -

No. I’ve spent too long trying to please everyone, thinking I was the root of the problem. Thinking the blame would all collapse on me because I was never good enough for the people I just wanted to praise me or think of me as an equal, the people I just wanted to be close with, but it was all an illusion of my insecurities, a misperception of the situation, one of the thousands of times I’ve gotten something completely freaking wrong. It was them who stopped caring upon their own accords, their own doubt of my abilities, now let’s see how they’ll fair without me in their orbit at all. Let’s see how they fair when I’m cherished by another.

The tears don’t fall; I blink them away. I am not weak today. “You’ll see.” I say simply, looking down at my lap with an eery grin spread across my face. “You’ll see how this team crumbles without me. You think Matt can earn her trust? You think Matt can ever replace me? He’s not a Paladin. He’d be better off captive.”

Shiro snaps. Composure crumbling. “Don’t you say that!” He barks, muscles all taut. “You - You have no idea - ”

“Shiro, he’s just trying to set you off.” Keith interrupts, standing to put a hand on the leader’s shoulder. He loosens immediately and my eyebrows climb cartoonishly high. Oh, maybe that’s why Keith hasn’t tugged me into his room. Why they both got so red when I mentioned my little theory.

“No, I’m being honest.” I explain standing up and stretching my arms above my head. I start a leisure pace to the door. “You all believe in him now more than you’ve ever believed in me now. He wants Blue? He can be my guest. Just know, whatever it is I’m providing to Voltron, it can’t be replicated and you will all fail without me.”

They’re staring incredulously at me when I peak over my shoulder. Good. They’re just as surprised as I am at this new attitude I’ve adopted. A smile slinks onto my mouth. “I enjoyed the talk. Keith, it was nice being your fuck buddy for a while, but I guess that holes been filled by your new slut now.”

I didn’t see it coming. Keith’s aggressive, but physical altercations have hardly ever been our game, we spit venom. We both know I’ll never fair against him. We both know however flexible I may be, strength will snap me in half and distance is the only way I can ever have a chance at the upper hand. However, I guess times are changing to fast for me to grasp and physical altercations are our thing in this new scheme because there’s a fist curling around my jacket hood, yanking me around and before I can see anything other than a flash of black hair and purple eyes, Keith’s fist slams into my eye socket. I don’t register the pain right away. In fact, immediately after, it’s just black and the sound of a heartbeat before I blink myself back to reality. I’m staring at the ceiling with one eye, reach my hand up to pull away what’s blocking the vision of my other eye, only to pull my fingers back like I’d touched a hot stove.

Then the fist finally connects and the awful pain settles in, its swollen shut, warm and throbbing. He punches me again in the mouth and I shred the pink fleshy undersides of my lips against my teeth. And there’s a last kick to my ribcage, Keith disappears from my tunnel vision and I curl up and cough, blood rushing past by ears. Keith truly doesn’t need me anymore. Did he ever need me when he had Shiro? And Hunk. He admits it, he has Matt and Pidge. Allura, we were closer than ever just recently, but for naught. Coran, he’s a man who clings to his duty, and a great figure of authority. I’ll miss him, but he doesn’t need me. I’ll miss them all, but they don’t need me. This team, I’m not apart of it and maybe I never was. Shiro has his team and I will never be in it.

So, yeah. I’m done here. There’s words, but they’re all muffled and as irrelevant as me being here is, when I pick myself up off the floor because hey, my mom said littering is bad. I drag myself with my hazy, spinning head and my black eye to Blue’s cockpit and am tempted to take a nap, but no. I tell her to connect me to him, and she wants to argue so badly, I can feel it in my brain like an itch, but she knows I am toxic to myself when exposed to so many opportunities to drown in an endless ocean of self hate and sadness. She knows better than anyone that even if this isn’t the right decision, it’s one that will either succeed or fail and either way, I won’t come out of it the miserable stain on the human race I was before. To me, anything is better than being so unwanted here.

There’s only one person who needs me anymore.

Chapter 6, Part 1: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/163383722215/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-6-part-1

Absolutely Speechless Thoughts about 407

So like, aside from the Octavia stuff, this episode was cooking on all cylinders for me, and god, did it land some gut punches.

I’m gonna get the Octavia stuff out of the way first because…yeah.  I’ll buy what they’re selling (she’s hit rock bottom and longing for something– anything– to make her feel again) but I’m not happy about it.  Her conversation with Murderous Elf Prince was well acted but really heavy handed, and the shift from suicidal to Ready to Bone was a little bit abrupt.  But I’ve struggled with her arc this season and if this means she’s turning over a new leaf and we get some forward progress…sure, okay.  Also, this show’s insistence on what makes a murderer and what doesn’t is shaky at best and I wish they’d stop using that phrasing because it bugs.

The Science Island stuff really worked though, from Clarke’s lovely reunion with Abby to Emori’s delightfully in-character twist at the end.  I am INCREDIBLY CONFUSED how the mansion survived the first death wave not just intact, but pristine but I guess I can chalk that up to some Becca Invention of Future-Plot-Related Convenience because the initial scenes of Murphy cooking and Clarke taking a goddamn break with a well deserved shower and almost nap were on fire.  I wish we could have had Raven in there, giving Murphy increasingly unhelpful hints as he cooks just like he did for her in the flight simulator, but I do like that she was also taking a goddamn nap because literally everyone on this show deserves a nap and a cuddle.

The very convenient red shirt breaking in was puzzling, but it paved the way for Emori to steal the fucking show, so as my darling Moses in Attack the Block would say: allow it.  She really tore shit up, first with that brutal fight and then with her spitting out her whole horrible history and what I really liked about it was contrasting it to Clarke, who has darkness but in a very different way.  I have a lot of feelings about how Emori honed in on how Clarke was clearly loved and cherished as a child, because that is a fundamental to her characterization in a lot of ways.  It sets her apart from other characters, like Murphy and Bellamy and Raven, and it’s a sort of invisible privilege that she doesn’t always recognize.  (Privilege isn’t quite the right word there, because “being loved by your parents” should be a baseline human experience, but it isn’t and it’s a sort of emotional advantage that Clarke has that other characters don’t).  And having Murphy be totally fucking into Emori’s ruthlessness was a delightful surprise that still felt earned and in character.

Anyway, the red shirt solution was clearly an appealing option for Clarke, but I really, really liked that Abby was still all “this is fucking terrible of us.”  I appreciated the wisdom that Abby is bringing to the table there, because Clarke is just like “oh thank god this guy is worthless we can kill him nbd” and Abby’s like “…yeah, but we’re still killing him.”  (Or if he lives, they’re still torturing him.)  It’s an organic difference of opinion built around age and experience and I just love how it’s playing out.  It’s also highlighting how Clarke is unable to see the trees because of the forest, and that indicates some interesting moments for her in the future when they inevitably turn into Mount Weather: Bone Marrow Boogaloo.

Sidenote: real glad Zach McGowan was able to pick up a paycheck for this episode.  Good to see you boo, and I hope next ep we get Roan like, poking at fancy tech stuff in curiosity while Raven impatiently slaps his hand away.  I also totally forgot that Miller was on the island so when Clarke said Roan was unloading the fuel “with the others” I had this great mental image of him and Luna doing it by themselves, because they’re both ripped but he’s crossfit and she’s yoga and man now I want to write a fic with them as dueling personal fitness trainers.

The Arkadia scenes worked well for me too, although the “every other character who isn’t contracted for this ep is magically elsewhere” dialogue felt a little clumsy because how fucking big is Arkadia then?  But whatever, it gave Harper her own storyline that was heartbreaking and human, and well done, show.

But what I really want to talk about is Beard Dad and Bellamy having it out over a radio.  First of all, I’m really glad both Ian and Bob got some solid material for their highlight reels because they both acted the shit out of those scenes with just radios to play towards.  But everything was gut wrenching and in character, because Kane was parenting the shit out of everyone and nobody was having it, not even his Favorite Son Slash Trainee Dad.  

People have already said it already, but thank all that is holy for a Bellamy story that did not revolve around the massacre, but who he is as a person.  And who he is as a person is someone who will save the person in front of him every goddamn time, no matter the risk.  But lately, he’s been fading because he keeps trying to protect people and no matter what, they’re leaving him or dying and he’s utterly powerless against the oncoming radiation.  Bellamy telling those men that he wasn’t coming was agonizing to watch, and it reminded me of Bellamy finding Atom in the woods– he’s helpless and all he can do is listen to them die.  He can’t even give them mercy like Clarke did for Atom.  It’s a stark moment, and we feel every last bit of despair that Bellamy has been fighting for weeks.  

And man, poor Kane.  He was dadding Bellamy as best he could, but Kane has put his season one self so firmly in the past he forgot that not everyone has.  Bellamy bringing up Kane’s role in his mother’s death complicates their relationship in a really challenging way, because so much of who Bellamy is now is because he lost her.  He’s been carrying that guilt and anger around on his own for years, and you could tell it hurt him just a little to unload it on Kane, as deserved as it might be.  (It’s also a very on-brand moment for the Blake Siblings, and let’s have a moment of reflection to thank the new writers who managed to nail this in one fucking episode).  I am really interested to see where Bellamy is next episode, because “not wanting to be saved” is a really bleak place for him, but it’s also a place he’s been headed for this whole season and I cannot wait to see that arc come to fruition.

Next week: Bellamy and Jasper go on a very depressing looking road trip, and Jaha goes Full Cult!

My Lovely Assistant- Chapter 5 (Junkenstein Meihem) (NSFW)

“You…You tried to make me a stew? And it was so bad it killed me?” Mei folded her arms, long sleeves shuffling over her black claws.

“Okay look, that was an easy mistake to make. And for your information, I poured my heart and soul into that stew! That stew was going to make you swoon! And uh…I guess it did, just really not in the way I expected. So that’s about half a success?”

She looked at him, slowly pushing her glasses up her nose, and Dr. Junkenstein quailed a bit.

“All right, a failure! We can count that as a failure if you like, turtle dove. I’ll give you that one. It wasn’t supposed to, ya know, off you.”


Mei had recovered quickly, with the potent new blood coursing through her system. And before Junkenstein could seem to blink or even welcome her back properly, he had been carried up to his room and deposited into the sick bed where she had been laying for so many days. Not long after, she had bustled in with a no-nonsense air and a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and crusty bread, which she had insisted on feeding him, sitting in a chair next to his sagging four-poster bed. Even now, he obediently leaned forward and opened his jaws, looking a little chagrined as the jiangshi deposited another spoonful of chicken and rice into his mouth.

“You don’t need to,” he mumbled around the food. “Can feed m’self.”

She pointed the spoon at him sternly. “The others say you have not been eating at all, worse than usual. And you were hurt, during the um…the plan. To help make me better…Thank you.”

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A Foreign Tongue

a/n: There isnt enough Hvitserk fluff out there, imo. so im doing what i cant to right this wrong

@ariwolff14 @titty-teetee @peaky-yamyam @whenimaunicorn [[if you want to be tagged for vikings stuff in the future, leave a reply]]

warnings: mostly fluff, some suggestive talk

Hvitserk X OFC // Vikings // one-shot

word count: 1,681

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

The small woman huffed as she paused kneading the dough to wipe at the sweat on her brow with the back of her hand, leaving behind a streak of flour before returning to folding and punching the stick lump. She dropped the ball of uncooked bread into the wooden bowl, covering it with a piece of cloth before turning to the water bucket to wet her hands. She used the hem of her apron to dry her fists, pulling off the last strings of dough that stuck to her knuckles before leaning against the counter. That was the last loaf to set. Once it and the few others finished rising it would be time to bake. There was a big feast tonight to celebrate the men leaving to raid in the morning.

It wasn’t long after being sold into King Ragnar’s house that her talents for cooking were recognized. The oldest of the slaves, and mother hen to all the younger girls, who was named Aug promptly put her to the task of preparing meals. This became her main duties in the house, which she didn’t mind. She enjoyed staying in the kitchen, never having to interact directly with any of the masters beside Queen Aslaug, who occasionally stopped into make sure the food was being done correctly.

That was until one evening when a younger thrall named Britt hurried in, searching for her. She was busy but the girl stated one of the Ragnarssons had asked for her specifically. She dropped the knife she was holding, as she felt an icy grip around her insides. She panicked, instantly worrying which of the four young men found it necessary to speak with her, and why. She heard the rumors about each of them and she feared that it was the youngest, Ivar who beckoned her fretting that he would have nothing good to say.

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Jonsa S7 Summer Challenge: Day 1 Prompt: Food & Drink


His heart froze, icicles forming over his lungs. Jon could not breathe. He could only gasp for air that would never reach his lungs. Death was not a friend, but an old companion. He could greet it and welcome it back into his soul, like smoke inhaled into his bloodstream. But if he allowed it, he would never see her sweet face. He would never hear the sound of her laughter; or feel the warmth of her body against him. He was brought back once to serve only one great purpose – her. Jon could not leave this earthly plane until she was safe. He must fight against the dying light; he must dispel the ice from his heart and let his blood ebb crimson once more. For her, Jon will rise. He will fight; he will make it back.

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anonymous asked:

Um... Can I please get a sappy fic about reaper showing his female s/o his face for the first time. He thinks she will leave him but instead she says he is beautiful. Thank you!

He looked in the mirror with a frown looking at his face, all the marks and scars that he hated so much, how ruined he was. He picked up the mask and placed it on his face before pulling the large hood of his robe up becoming the visage of the reaper once more. There was a knock at his door, he knew who it was, his partner. You had been dating for almost a year but had never seen his face.

You would have sex, sure but he would always make sure it was dark, every time your hands tried to reach his face he owuld gently pin your arms down,distracting you with fixing his pace a little faster, or kissing along your neck, a pleasing distraction but you longed to be able to touch his face, see the man you loved instead of the gruesome mask he wore.

He opened the door and you gently pushed past him carrying a tray, a happy smile on your face as he just stared at you. You set it down on his desk making sure none of his work was on there. He closed the door and folded his arms waiting for a response.

“I thought we were going out for a walk tonight” he said simply.

“Well I decided I’d cook for us.. and I got some wine.. that nice stuff you like.. I had to trade a lot with Sombra to get it but I think your more then worth it” you winked at hims and he chuckled, deep and imposing but you loved it, you felt the true mirth there.

“I guess I can’t say no then can I?”

As always he dimmed the lights down low as you lit a few candles setting them up so you could see your meal.. You wished you could just look at him.. see his face his real face. Both settled down and chatted, talking about this and that, a few jokes, he had a great sense of humor which a lot of people never got to see and never knew he had.

You put some more food in your mouth and tried not to laugh at something he said, the way he said it. Your heart sank a little as you pictured this gorgeous smirk under the mask at his own joke. The night went on, both finished your meal and the wine. Led down on his bed, he had removed the robes, in his far more comfortable gear just with the mask.

“Well, that was an amazing meal” he sighed rubbing his stomach, his arm around you.

“I’m glad, before I turned to crime I could have been a cook” you chuckled and nuzzled against him more.

“You know what today is right?” you asked suddenly and he made a hmm as he tried to think what was going on.

“Our one year anniversary.. and I know I know you forgot but I’m not angry, you’ve been so busy with things, I know these sort of things never register..” you kissed his hand, each finger before he sighed.


“What did I just say?”

A small mumble was his reply as he pulled you against him once more. Running hands along your sides. You sighed and moved closer… “I wish I could see your face” you said softly..

“You’d leave me”

It was a tiny whisper.. not something you thought such a bold and powerful man like Gabe was capable of, it was sad, your heart ached. He flinched when you tried to move closer to comfort him. You sat up, he joined you..

“I just ate my dinner in the dark, every time we fuck, eat dinner, shower together.. it’s either with that mask or in the dark… if I didn’t love you.. think I’d put up with all that? have you any idea how many dresses I’ve ruined because I have missed my mouth?” you said with a deep sigh…

He looked at you, but you had a feeling his eyes were looking anywhere but at you as they hid behind the mask. You took his hand and squeezed. “I have killed for you, literally, do you think I’d leave after this?” you asked.


He nodded and turned the lights up, you were right, the things you have done and seen because of him and you were still here by his side, he was childish to think you were going to turn tail and run, it was his own feelings to himself that was getting in the way.

“Consider it my anniversary gift”

You watched with baited breath as he he fully sat, his hands going to the mask, fiddling with some things and soon it came off.. He set it on the bed and looked at you, you could tell he was scared, the way his brows furrowed and how tense his perfect jaw was.


He braced himself… but what happened next was something he wasn’t prepared for, you shot forward, arms around his neck and your lips on his… He flinched but the feel of those lips on his.. His arms wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss.. You pulled away softly and looked at him.

“You are beautiful Gabe…” genuine awe was in your tone as your hands reached out and traced a scar.

“Never hide your face from me again.. I love it.. I love you” you said, feeling your voice shake like it was close to tears.

He moved forward and kissed your forehead, his heart had been thumping in his chest, worried he was going to loose the only good thing to happen to him in along time.. and here you were, praising him and he could tell there was such meaning in what you said. Another kiss.

“I love you too”

Through the Years

A Namjin story set in a royal!AU

Word count: 2,8k+

Timeline: There’s about a year between each sub-part of this story.

Author’s note: This is the first half of the fic, which includes years one through five (Meeting, Respect, Friendship, Fear and Strength). The second half, which includes years six through ten (Pain, Trust, Promise, Distance and Finale) will be linked here when I post it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Finale

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Year I – Meeting

The chatter was like an ocean of random thoughts, exaggerated anecdotes, shocking gossips and boring, light conversations. He was drowning in it, trying focus on this or that specific exchange, before his attention wandered elsewhere. Social events tended to be monotonous. When he was younger, he used to mix them up. That count’s birthday party, to him, was no different than that general’s wedding. So, he used to wonder, why did he have to attend them both?

Today was his 11th birthday. It was supposed to be a day where he got to enjoy himself… but, as usual, he was stuck in the castle, his duty and reputation above all else. He understood who he was: Kim Namjoon, heir to the kingdom. He was proud of his family name and of his bloodline. He cared about his people. Yet, he couldn’t force himself to like all the facets of his life. He loved to study new cultures and new languages, and he enjoyed looking into political and military tactics. Dressing nicely and trying to remember all the “important people’s” name, though? Not his thing.

“Namjoon,” his mother called out gently. “Come here, dear.”

She was standing next to a woman and a kid - probably the woman’s son. The kid seemed to be about his age, maybe a few seasons older. He had a good posture, and was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, a subtle smile on his lips. Namjoon’s steps brought him beside the small group. He bowed to the woman, knowing full well the decorum.

“I am Kim Namjoon,” he stated with a clear, assured voice. “Enchanted to meet you, my lady. May I ask for your name?”

They chatted for a moment, and he learned that the woman’s family, of high standing, had always been close to his. They had slowly lost contact after her familly had moved away, but they were back to the kingdom. The adults began to talk cheerfully, catching up on the years they had spent apart. Namjoon turned to the boy.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, your Highness. Honored to meet you,” the kid said, before Namjoon could place a word. The prince’s eyebrows darted up. People around him tended to wait to be addressed before speaking.

“The honor is mine,” he answered, giving the boy a court nod.

Seokjin leaned into him. “This whole thing is a bit boring, isn’t it?” he murmured.

Kim Namjoon’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The boy moved back, grinning.

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anonymous asked:

For the Yoosung Day, can I please ask for Yoosung reacting to MC randomly pulling him in for a hug and like being more affectionate than he usually is? And he asks her and she just starts a full on make out session and tells him she was just randomly overwhelmed with her love for him? THIS IS TOO FLUFFY!!

How did you find out what I want to do to Yoosung Kim on a daily basis?

Even with a long shower, brushing his teeth, and ruffling up his hair with a towel, he was just as groggy as ever. Yawning, he let the towel land barely in the hamper as he stepped out of the bathroom, seeing you set out a couple of plates for breakfast.
“Oh, are you cooking today?”
You nodded with a bright smile on your face, making him sleepily smile in return.
“I wish I had some of that coffee the barista club let me have,” He plopped down on one of the chairs, another yawn slipping out. “I could really use it today.”
“Did you slip out of bed to play LOLOL again?” You tsked as you busied yourself at his stove.
“Well, one of my guild members texted me and said there was an even-”
“You aren’t getting any sympathy from me with that, Yoosung.” You teased, and he let out a small pout.
“Not even if I didn’t get to have the loot? I lost it because I died right before getting it.”
“Well…Maybe a little.” You set his breakfast, an omelette, on his plate before sitting yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You do need more sleep, though.”
He pulled you closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. You had taken a shower before him and the pleasant smell of the soaps you used made him sigh lovingly. You were just so peaceful and calming…
“I didn’t mean right now, you dork.” Giggling, you nudged him off of your shoulder. With a small whine he straightened up and met your gaze, another mock pout on his lips.
“You’re so comfy though.”
You just smiled with another set of soft laughs escaping, and he just smiled back. Sleepy, full of love, and smiling back.
He watched your expression change slightly. From just a pleasant happiness, to a big lovable grin as you squished him into a tight hug, then started to pepper his face in kisses.
Before he could tease you about breakfast getting cold, you cupped his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips. It wasn’t as innocent as the cute little smecks you had been littering his face with, but one firm kiss slipped into two…three…and then you just kept on and on.
When the two of you pulled away for a small breather, he caught your eyes watering up a bit.
“Whoa, hey, are you okay? Whats wrong?”
“Nothing! Nothing bad! I just,” You stared at him for a moment, a soft smile at your lips again. “I can’t believe I get to be with someone as lovable as you.”
That was the first thing to make him blush this morning. Honestly, he didn’t know how to respond, and before he could you started another string of kisses. Inbetween each one he tried. Tried forming words that were just as sweet, how he couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was really his, that he had chances to go to sleep and wake up with her in the lorning. That he got to experience things like this.
Another breather. He took this chance to peck your forehead, before resting his own against yours.
“I love you. I love you so much.”

ayyzor  asked:

But what about an Ancient Greek or Roman au with the daughter of a high status family and her childhood friend/next door neighbour of just as high status and it's been expected that they'll marry one day and theyve always been kind of disgusted with the idea of marrying each other because they're just friends but then they reach their teens and hit puberty and she's just like damn. Imma leave this one up to you too bc like I think you'd cast it really well idk

《I actually wrote this while being in Rome so I kinda like the vibe of this one》

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (Roman High-Status AU)

July 13th, 41 A.D.

“I heard Father talking to Mother in the garden this morning…”
Tetsurou looked up from his sandals slapping against the concrete pavement. The steady summer sun burned his eyes when he looked over at her, mud dusted skin and once preened hair. She was the definition of a disaster after tumbling down the hill behind her family’s estate. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, a nervous quirk of hers, while her other hand ran against the leaves of premature olive trees.
“So? My parents talk in the garden all the time.”
“Yeah, well this talk was different.” She huffed. The fingers that ran across the olives seemed to tighten, dragging down overripe fruit with quick swipes. “They were talking about a wedding.”
“What wedding?”
She paused, sending him a dirty look out of the corner of her eye.
“Our wedding.” She muttered, the apples of her cheeks growing red. Tetsurou stared at her in awe, the soft pitter patter of his feet ceasing to a stop. He cocked his head, staring at her in utter disbelief.
“Whatever do you mean, our wedding?”
“I mean-” She paused, taking a deep and steady breath. “I mean we’ve been arranged.”
Tetsurou let out a pathetic noise, a whine, perhaps, and sunk to his knees.
“Is this a joke?”
“You really think I’d be joking?” She frowned, plopping down next to him. She slumped her shoulders and spread her legs, something her mother would faint upon seeing, and yanked a leaf off the tree above them. He watched her fiddle with it between her fingers, before ripping it apart at the veins.
“Well, it could be worse. You could be arranged to Nose-Picker Naevius on the other side of the city.” Tetsurou shrugged, flashing her a coy grin when she frowned.
“Please! Like I’d like to be wed to the likes of either of you!” Tetsurou almost laughed at her, right then and there. It wasn’t that he was fond of her, because he wasn’t, she was bossy and loud and let dirt sit under her fingernails, but she definitely wasn’t the worst possible suitor. He didn’t take much of a liking for girls, these days. He couldn’t quite understand the hype of marriage, and why he needed to get married anyways. He was a man, powerful as is, and he was sure he’d live just fine without some girl tied next to him. Girls were disgusting, anyways, spent all day weaving in the commons. __, though, __ didn’t seem like the type to weave, and maybe that’s why he didn’t mind her all that much.
“Hey.” He peeped, “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t be a suitable husband.”
“You’re disgusting!” She fired back, with no thought in between.
“How so?”
She paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. Tetsurou kept staring at her with a smirk so devious, and if it wasn’t for her mother’s voice in the back of her head telling her to be a lady, she would’ve thrown him into the dirt right then and there.
“Well, you cried after emperor Caligula’s death! The man was a menace, don’t you know. Father had him over for supper once and all he did was sass the cook and look at his reflection in the vases! Figures a narcissist like you would feel remorse for that goat.”
“My father had him over for supper once, too, and he did the same. It was hilarious, Mother was trying so hard not to be rude, I thought her head was going to explode. I wish he was still around so I could relive that.” Tetsurou shrugged. “Don’t seem to be getting any laughs with emperor Claudius in reign, now.”
“I think he’s much better suited as emperor! Laughs or not!”
“Really? I saw him stumble down a set of stairs today and crash into a pillar. I could do a better job at that, and I’m ten.” __ pulled another leaf off the tree and tore it apart immediately, letting the remains scatter to the concrete. She wiped her hands against her skirt, adding streaks of green alongside the faded brown of mud.
“Please! You can’t even take care of yourself, let alone an empire!”
“Says the girl who can’t even keep her skirt clean.”
She shot him one last dirty look before rising to her feet.
“I’m never marrying you.” She stated. Tetsurou hummed, jumping up to stand next to her. “We can be friends, but I’m never marrying you. You’re icky and your hair’s a mess.”
“Who said I was ever going to marry you? You aren’t quite the princess of my dreams, either.”
“Father said, but I’m going to let him know that I would rather be thrown in the Colosseum then call myself a ‘Kuroo’.”
“Yes, have fun sassing your father. I’m sure that’ll end up perfectly. Tell me how that turns out if you aren’t killed.”
“Thank you, I will. Filth.”

March 29th, 49 A.D

Her hands were shaking.
Her hands were shaking and her mind was spinning, and oh god, she felt like she was going to puke.
Her mother insisted that today, out of all days, she reunite with her childhood friend, Tetsurou Kuroo, the wealthy boy down the street who she was destined to be wed to. She insisted that she’d rather not, it was her cursed time of the month and God forbid anything happen to her whilst she was draped in her finest white silk. Her pleas had no force though, and she was dragged along anyways. She hadn’t seen the boy in seven years, ties being cut off when she turned eleven. He had changed now, for sure, and she couldn’t fathom what he’d look like.
She imagined he’d be a lot more muscular. Rumor had it he was to be a part of the consul soon, so he had to be of decent shape. She hoped he had somehow learned to tame the childish fringe that hung in his face when he was younger, although she couldn’t imagine Tetsurou without it. Thinking about him put a small smile on her face, before her mother hit her on the arm.
“Are you excited to see him?” She pondered, and __ could feel her cheeks grow hot.
“I mean…” She shrugged, cocking her head towards the ground. “I’m a lot more nervous than excited. We’re not eight years old anymore, Mother.”
Walking through the Kuroo courtyard made her stomach roil even more than it was before. Her mother grabbed her by the hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, before marching up towards the gate and giving the lion mouth door knocker a heavy rap.
“I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are. You do not need to worry, you’ve bathed naked with him before, you’re friends.”
“Mother! That’s not helping with the situation!”
Her mother only shrugged, straightening her shoulders when a slave opened the door for them. He nodded curtly, making way for the two of them to pass by. There was a rushed click of shoes against marble, and an all too familiar woman stumbled out into the commons.
“Oh, __, __, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” The short woman hobbled over to her and her mother, throwing her arms around both of their shoulders.
“My, what a beautiful young lady you’ve wound up to be, __. Tetsurou’s going to want to marry you right here once he sees you.”
__’s breath hitched, but she nodded, paying her respects towards her elder. Mrs. Kuroo looked the same as she did seven years ago, except the roots of her ebony hair started staining a deep gray.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kuroo, you look lovely yourself.” She managed to stutter out. The woman clapped gleefully, rushing into one of the doors at the end of the commons. __ looked up at her mother, furrowing her eyebrows in chagrin.
“I really don’t want to discuss my marriage whilst blood is dripping from my private areas, Mother.”
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll discuss things with Mrs. Kuroo, and you just have to sit there, drink the wine that’s served to you, and make yourself look presentable, understood?”
__ nodded, relaxing her eyebrows amongst her mother’s violent gaze.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Good girl.”
Mrs. Kuroo came stumbling out once more, an excited hue of pink dusted along her cheeks. If anything, Mrs. Kuroo was more excited about the wedding than either of the two actually being wed.
“Tetsurou should be out in a bit. He’s a smart boy, he’s studying the stars. He’s been very into science lately, and growing things.” She boasted.
“__ here, she’s very into literature. Her tutor remarks her as one of his greatest students. She took up playing the harp about a year ago, didn’t you, __?”
“I did, Mother.”
“Oh, isn’t that wonderful!” Mrs. Kuroo clapped. “It’s lovely to see you’ve grown up a proper girl.”
She wanted to ask her what she meant by that statement. Was she not proper before? Of course, she didn’t mind her clothes getting dirty and mussled up her hair, but she had the decency to be respectful. Behind closed eyelids, she rolled her eyes, but kindly accepted the so called compliment.
“Come here, ladies. I’ll have Brutus fetch us some wine while we wait for Tetsurou.”
Hearing his name out loud made her even more nervous than before. She clutched at the ends of her tunic as she took a seat, eyes nervously darting around the room. Mrs. Kuroo immediately noticed this, because she placed a hand on her shoulder and laughed.
“You don’t need to be nervous, my dear, __. He’s the same boy you knew when you were a child.”
She wanted to retaliate and say that no, he wasn’t the same boy she knew as a child. The Tetsurou she knew as a child only took interest in dirt and gladiator battles, never science or stars. Mrs. Kuroo kept yammering away, but suddenly silenced upon the sound of footsteps.
“Bragging about me now, are you, Mother?” Came a deep, hearty chuckle. Immediately, __’s heart dropped. It was him.
She didn’t dare turn around to greet him, although every part of her wanted to. God, his voice was attractive by itself. Her mother slapped her on her knee, an indication to stand up and greet him. So she did. She slowly stood up, brushed off her skirt, and faced him, eyes immediately widening upon the sight in front of her.
He was more attractive than she imagined. He was tall, extremely so, and had to be a good child larger than her. His face was thin and sharp, hazel eyes still youthful and attentive. He still had the horrible fringe, but it only added to his charm. He held a book in his hand, of some sort, and the vibe he gave off just made her want to melt.
Forget the consul, he could be a god, if he wanted to.
“Hello.” She stuttered, trying hard not to break eye contact.
“It’s been awhile, huh?”
“If seven years is while.”
Tetsurou chuckled, the tips of his ears growing visibly red. She could see the slight shake of his hands around his book, and that assured her that he was just as nervous as she was. The laughs that spilled out of his mouth were fake, but she didn’t have the audacity to confront him on it. She knew the ugly cackle that he was cursed to, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of facade he had pent up over the years.
They took a seat at the table, and __ didn’t dare touch her wine. Her hands were shaking so hard in her lap that she would definitely break the glass if she grabbed it. Tetsurou seemed to be sticking to the same thing. Although her eyes were glued to the table in front of her, she could feel Tetsurou’s eyes on her. This entire time, he’d been staring, as if he’d been analyzing her, like she was his prey. Needless to say, it was intimidating, especially when he was oh so attractive. At this point, she could feel her cheeks burning, every so often taking quick peeks upwards to catch his gaze. This time, once he’d caught her eye, she hadn’t looked away. He held her there with a stern gaze, before he took a quick glimpse at his mother before flashing her the nastiest silly face her could muster. At this, she couldn’t help but giggle into her fist. What he had done wasn’t at all humorous, but for some reason, she had laughed. She knew deep down in her heart that it was out of relief, that maybe he was the same, old idiotic Tetsurou from years past. Knowing this just made their arrangement all the more sweet.

Undermemory Charactere: Memory! Muffet

Hihhihi! Hello my barley sugar! My name is Memory! Muffet! I am the incarnation personify of all the memories of the Muffet of the Different AU. Just like more of my other “me”, I’m the pastry cook of my Alternative Universes. Everybody snatches my pastries at gold prices, even the king, Memory! Asgore! I get along pretty well with everyone. And unlike my other “me”, I do not need to make my customers fear that they come bought my pastry. Only my best smile and the service unequaler of my littles darlings is enough to fill the cash registrer! I am also a Protector of the Universal Memorial World. So … Beware of the wicked man who wishes to sow trouble and make his law. It could be one of the ingredients of my next cake recipe! ~<3

Holmes in the Kitchen

The idea of Sherlock Holmes cooking or baking always fills me with dread. He has not the patience for it, which… but let me illustrate my point with a story of my first experience of Holmes in the kitchen.

“Do you know Watson, I believe that Mrs. Hudson has quite surpassed herself,” my companion remarked as he brushed cake crumbs from his clothes.

It is an unusual occurance for Holmes to compliment our housekeeper in such a manner. I looked up with interest. “Has she?”

“Yes indeed. I have never had such a dry, tasteless cake! See for yourself.”

I was about to respond when the sitting room door opened.

“Mr. Holmes,” our housekeeper entered and stood before us with her hands on her hips. “If you wish to make a complaint-”

“Indeed I do,” he interrupted. “This cake is as dry as a bone and quite lacking in flavour. I believe that even I could do better.”

I laughed at this ridiculous last remark, for the very idea Holmes cooking left a great deal to be desired.

Mrs. Hudson turned her icy glare upon me. “You think so, do you? Very well gentlemen, we shall see what you are capable of. Down to my kitchen with you.”

We each exchanged an expression of disbelief. Surely she was not serious!

She was serious. She chased the servants from the kitchen and gave orders that she was not to be disturbed before handing my companion an apron apiece.

“Have either of you baked a cake before?” she enquired with a glare.

I shook my head and turned to Holmes, who was busy turning his apron over in his hands with distaste.

“Then we shall bake something simple. We shall need eggs, flour and sugar first of all.”

Needless to say, we made rather a mess. Holmes is no better at cracking eggs than he is at boiling them and he was not interested in using the scales to measure the ingredients.

“There is no need for scales,” he announced airily with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Years of practice with my chemistry set has left me perfectly capable of measuring these ingredients with my eyes.”

I refrained from reminding him that he has on occasion misjudged the quantities of some of his chemicals, often resulting in explosions.

When we were finished, the kitchen looked like a war zone. There was egg on the floor and flour everywhere (even in Holmes’ hair, though I am not quite sure how he achieved that).

“Well,” my companion said as he tossed aside his apron, “I believe we have completed our task Mrs. Hudson. If you would excuse us…”

Our housekeeper barred our retreat as Holmes made his way towards it. “Oh no you don’t! You have made a terrible mess, which you can now put to rights, and you have a cake to keep from burning.”

I started to sweep up the flour without a word of objection, feeling that the mess was probably my fault as I had allowed my companion to take charge. “Could you wipe up the egg that you dropped, Holmes?”

He frowned at me and hopped up onto the counter beside the sink, as it was the only surface not covered with flour. “Certainly not!”

“Then keep an eye on that cake. Please.”

“Mr. Holmes!” Mrs. Hudson had returned from the larder with cream and jam. “Get down from there at once! You are not to sit upon surfaces that are meant for preparing food.”

Holmes jumped down and was presented with a dustpan.

“Help the doctor with the sweeping, if you please. I shall pick up the egg that you smashed on my nice, clean floor.”

Holmes crouched before me and held the pan steady while I swept the flour into it.

After much complaining and sneezing from my companion, the flour had all been disposed of and the kitchen was clean again.

“Thank you gentlemen,” our housekeeper acknowledged as we washed our hands. “The cake should be ready now.”

The cake was a horrible mess! It was too wet due to the lack of accurate measurements and there were pieces of eggshell in it. Holmes’ argument was that it was rather good for a first attempt, but he was always careful not to insult Mrs. Hudson’s culinary efforts after that.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: hi!!! sorry if it’s a bit weird to request this (I luv reading sad/darkish stories for some reason) but can u do one where (tom holland)Peter has an actual stutter? and one night after going to his speech therapist he texts the reader(when usually peter calls but he texts when he gets super self conscious about his stutter) and he doesn’t want to talk when he gets there but the reader still wants him to try, even though the reader understand that it was an especially hard day for peter at this session of speech therapy, and then after a bit the reader and Peter get all cuddly and stuff while he cries only a little bit? this completely strays from the traditional tom!peter that other people request but I rly for some reason am feelin for a sad story I dunno why by @thekettletbh

A/N: I hope the stuttering part doesn’t come out as offensive -if it does, please, tell me, and I will change it, but I do not know how to imitate stuttering in writing. Hope you like this one nonetheless! 

‘You have to try and talk to people you are comfortable with.’
Those words keep repeating over and over Peter’s head. He knows he has to do that, but he just can’t bring himself to it. Even if he tries, it never works, and he just ends up looking like a fool.
‘Can I come over?’ Peter texts his best friend, too self conscious to call her. He puts his hood over his head and walk through the crowded streets of Queens looking at the ground. He can feel the tears in his eyes, but he doesn’t want to let them fall. He feels stupid about crying about that. His phone vibrates in his hand, and he looks down to see a message from his best friend.
‘Yeah, of course. Are you okay? Love you x’
He smiles softly at the text, happy to know he’ll always have her.
Walking to her apartment, he opens the door with his spare key, walking directly to her room, knowing her parents aren’t home at that time of the day. Just as Peter gets in her room, she turns around, gets up from the bed and smiles softly at him. Walking up to him, she hugs him and says, ‘hey, bad day?’ with her head pressed against Peter’s chest. He just nods, holding her closer and making them both lay on the bed.
‘I-I feel so-so stupid’ he says, his voice breaking. ‘My the-my therapist makes it look so-so easy, but I just… I don’t know’ he whispers, stuttering more than normal due to being nervous.
‘Peter, you are not stupid, you hear me? Just because you have a stutter, it doesn’t mean you are stupid. You are an incredibly amazing and clever person, with the biggest heart on earth, who also just happens to be part of The Avengers. We all have different problems, so don’t you dare think you are stupid for having one yourself’ she says, playing with his hair. ‘How was the rest of your day?’ she asks in an attempt to make him speak.
‘It-it started out great -May had-she cooked pancakes and I-I didn’t miss the bus. You know how it-how it went at school, and then, well, the-the therapy was horrible today’ he says, looking down. She can see some tears in his eyes, and drying them with the palm of her hand, she caresses his cheek.
‘Pete, you are amazing. Even if you don’t think it’s true. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes -you would love the sight’ she says, putting her head on his chest.
Pulling her closer, Peter breathes in her smell, content to have her. He knows she will always be there, and that is enough for him to relax.

Toujou, Celes and Hanamura Friendship Event

Teruteru Hanamura: Hmhuhu… Celes-san, how was your lunch today?

Celestia Ludenberg: Exquisite. Hanamura-kun, at least your cooking skills are worth something.

Kirumi Toujou: Celes-san… I brought your post-meal tea.

Celestia Ludenberg: Well, thank you very much.

Toujou-san, your Royal Milk Tea is the best drink I have ever had in my entire life.

Haaaa… This has been a supremely blissful hour… If the two of you were not a girl and a Hanamura-kun…

I would most certainly love to employ you both to work at the castle I plan on living in the future…

Teruteru Hanamura: Huh-? W-what’s so unpleasing about me?

Celestia Ludenberg: If you can’t comprehend the reason… then you will not be able to rise your Rank.

Teruteru Hanamura: R- “Rank”?

Celestia Ludenberg: I assign ranks to the people around me.

For your evaluation, Hanamura-kun, taking into consideration your A-Rank cooking ability, it leaves you as an E… You barely managed to escape the lowest F.

Teruteru Hanamura: A-am I really that bad!?

Kirumi Toujou: Would your gender distinction mean that you are requesting butlers instead of maids?

Celestia Ludenberg: Yes. I understand how rare it is to find a gentleman more skillful than you, Toujou-san, however…

it is already decided that I only want handsome men to serve. That is an undispensable factor.

Kirumi Toujou: In that case, I know a good butler dispatch company. I could tell about it if you wish.

Celestia Ludenberg: Well… If say so say, Toujou-san, I am certain it must have excellent butlers in masse.

Teruteru Hanamura: Butlers aside… I don’t think you’ll find any better chef than me, you know?

Aaaaaaah, Celes-san, I could devote my life to serve you dutifully day and night and night and day~.

Celestia Ludenberg: As I was stating… This is exactly the part that…


Teruteru Hanamura: Ooooooohhhhmmmmm! Yell harder~!

Kirumi Toujou: Sir and madam, shouting in the cafeteria is not a good idea.

Teruteru Hanamura: Aaaaaaannn! Scold me harder~!