kitchen dares

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”

They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

- Langston Hughes (born: 1 February 1902)

Royally Screwed

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

(gifs aren’t mine)

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader x Chadwick Boseman

Summary: A playful banter turned into one of the most horrifying moments of your life.   

A/N: Third one of the series! And I don’t care what anybody says, Chadwick Boseman is a beautiful human being and anyone who disagrees can fight me. 


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Rule of Thumb Pt. 6

Requested: yes

TW: a shit ton of happiness, pregnancy 

Summary: Life in Lawerence proves to be amazing as Dean searches for a home.

Tags: @imurchild 



Originally posted by hunterchesters

There was a soft silence in the Winchester homestead. All the alphas and omegas were tucked away in bed, that is to say until Jess left the spare room she and her husband shared to go satisfy a bacon craving. A typically pleasant, savory scent flooded the house pulling the members up and out of bed. 

Dean lingered around the kitchen daring Jess to eat it all while he called Crowley. Crowley was a peculiar family friend and was holding the treasured Winchester lot until one presented themselves as ready to buy. 

Dean wrote down the time he and his little omega would go and scout it out. He  hung up and pulled up a chair. His nose crinkled happily at the new scent of his omega mixing into the kitchen. She offered a smile, joining his lap. 

“Got us that appointment.” He murmured, concern flickering his gaze as y/n hopped of his lap, running to the nearest bathroom. 

He was quick to his feet, following her just behind Mary. His mother held the girls hair away from her face as she retched into the toilet. “Sorry.” Y/n finally mumbled leaning away from the toilet, seeking the cool tile for comfort. 

“Don’t apologize baby.” Mary soothed pouring a small cup with mouthwash. “I’ll leave this right here for when you think you’re done.” 

Dean crouched beside his omega, kissing her forehead softly. “You want to stay in today?” 

Y/N shook her head, leaning against Dean. "No, I’ll be fine, it happened yesterday too. Today the smell just got me.” 

Mary grinned, digging around in her medicine cabinet. She pulled out a small box and sat it next to the mouthwash. “You might want to take one of these.” 

Dean felt his chest expand with pride as he peppered kisses all over Y/N’s head. “My pups. You could be having my pups.” 

A new sense of excitement rushed through the Winchesters. Everyone was on edge, nervously excited for the results. As the timer rang, Dean stood and silently walked toward the counter where the plastic test was balanced. His chest pounded, aching for a family. Two pink lines stared back at him, causing a smile to spread across his face. “We’re pregnant.” 

What followed was mass chaos in the home. Henry didn’t really understand, Mary was chewing Dean’s ear off for not be more attentive to your needs, John admittedly was crying, Sam had a wondrous grin on his face, and Jess, well, Jess had to burst the bubble so to speak by saying her water broke.

For the Winchesters, drama wasn’t unusual, but a new baby and impending baby was a lot for one day. Dean decided to keep the appointment with Crowley after Y/N’s morning sickness became too much due to the sterile hospital smell.

He already developed a stronger alpha presence. His hands never left her body, his teeth ready to bare and growl at anyone who so dared look at her longer than a second. Crowley was amused to say the least, but somewhere deep down he felt a fondness for Dean and happily filed the paper work.

Dean parked Baby outside of the bunker the family owned. Normally he would have been nervous, but he was too high on life to care. “Um, Dean?” 

His eyes flickered her way. “Yeah sweetheart?”

“Why the fuck does your family own a bunker?” 

At the sharpness of her tone and the way her eyes narrowed at the fact the Winchester property was under the fucking ground, he knew he had faulted. “I’ll explain inside.” Hoping she would just believe him.

Vile Wench! Take Responsibility- Tokugawa Ieyasu (SLBP)

@cottonballwithmustache Revenge!! 😈😈😈 I’ll get you hot and bothered ♨♨♨ The young lord was angered beyond description. How dare that kitchen wench make him feel this way. He was going to make sure she took responsibility for it. He casually sauntered off to find her. She was in for hell. ********** He found her cleaning up her chambers; and snuck in ever so silently, locking the door in process. “Vile wench. Take responsibility for this-” And with that, he shoved her onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head.

Originally posted by coupleaims

… Luke offered up a prayer, quick but heartily meant, as he pushed open the doors to the kitchens.  

A half-dozen of the gas lamps had been lit, giving the room a soft, almost cheerful glow. Sitting at one of the long tables with his back to the door was Finn. He had Artu perched on his shoulder; as Luke came into the room, Finn turned and smiled — but not at him.

 “Just the thing!” exclaimed a voice. Luke peered further into the room to find Rey rummaging in the ice box, emerging triumphantly with a small jug of milk. She caught sight of Luke and her eyes went very, very wide.

-scene taken from ch 3 of And the Light That Shines in Darkness by @leupagus

Three days after the new semester starts, the green sofa ends up as part of a bonfire.

Shitty immediately comes to plays detective, turning the basement into an interrogation room and shoving a flashlight in people’s faces demanding them to tell them what they know.

Holster: A green sofa you say, well it doesn’t ring a bell but maybe some incentive will jog my memory.
Shitty: Are you trying to extort me punk?
Holster: Information ain’t cheap in this haus.

*A full kegster later*

Holster: Let’s say, hypothetically of course, that a reward was offered to the first person who dealt permanently with the sofa. Now I am not a rat but I know someone who was very happy with the situation.
Shitty (slamming hands against the table): Bittle!

*storming into the kitchen*

Shitty: How dare you? How can you stand there baking that really good smelling pie knowing what you are? You sofa killer!
Bitty: Well I’ve never! I’m sure I don’t know what you are accusing me of Mr. knight. I know I was your first suspect but I’ve proven to have a perfectly iron clad alibi.
Shitty: I know you put out a contract on the sofa! You heartless bastard, I won’t rest till justice is served.
Bitty: Justice will have to wait because I’m serving some celebratory pie tonight and the table isn’t big enough for both of us.
Shitty: I’m onto you Bittle and I might have to leave tomorrow for class but I will catch you and your accomplice!


Hashirama : My —– my kitchen ….

Madara : tsk — How dare it defy me, Uchiha Madara!


(Kura : ahahahaha, u didn’t say no jutsu >D

Let’s let Hashi do the cooking from now on darling.)


“Would you like to collect your fucking dog from out my kitchen? How dare it. As if I do not have enough creatures where I shit. 

I have the fucking flu, Casper. Do you know the last time I have had such a disease? Never. And I say never, in all my thirty-five years has an infection this trivial consume me. It is the dogs, they are mocking my existence.

And then you, you and your weird fucking puppy invade my home..”