eu sou o que fica quando você sai. eu sou o vermelho depois da batida. eu sou o restinho de massa no fundo do liquidificador. eu sou isso. o pouquinho ali no canto. a parte que ninguém repara muito, mas sabe que existe.
Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.
A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.
The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.
You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.
Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.
The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.
“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.
“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”
“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”
“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.
“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.
“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”
“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.
“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”
“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”
I love your foodie!verse! I'm Garmache at a small (but popular) chef owned restaurant, and I thought you might enjoy hearing about our stress. This Friday neither our dishwasher nor our shucker/floater show up for dinner service. One of our servers ends up calling his roommate to do dishes. Meanwhile we were already short staffed since Chef and the lunch crew are off doing a catering event in which the oven fails to work and the fryers are about 100 degrees too low (1/2)
The shucker had been arrested for possession btw.
The next day, 30 mins before service two of the servers are snipping at each other, when one (call him bob) starts yelling because the other (call him fred) had either threatened him with a lighter or had tried to burn him with it. Our Sous says one of them needs to bounce, Bob says FINE and storms off to the bar next door and the Sous scolds Fred for provoking other servers. 2 hours later the cops pull up in front of the restaurant
in the middle of Saturday dinner service because Bob had decided to call the cops and tell them Fred tried to set him on fire. Our Sous ends up giving the cops Beignets to try and smooth things over.
This is life in food service, you guys. This is why I’m so glad I only eat at and write about restaurants :D I thought this story was so entertaining and facepalmy I asked to share it with all of you and @p0cketw0tch said I could!
Eu tenho que parar com essa coisa de romantismo, isso só me machuca, nem todo mundo pensa como eu, ou se envolve na mesma intensidade.
Também devo parar de esperar muito das pessoas, de criar tantas expectativas, de achar que tudo é um conto de fadas.
No final só quem sai machucada sou eu, devo parar de esperar aquele “bom dia”, aquele “Oi amor, estou com saudade”. Não, ele não vai me mandar isso, até quando vou me iludir com?
Ele não se importa, ele não pensa como eu, ele não ama como eu, eu só queria sentir de verdade que ele me ama, com atitudes, não só com palavras, você me entende?
Só quero coisas simples, não quero nada sobrenatural, é muito difícil isso?
Quem quer ficar, fica, nem precisa de pedidos, muito menos de alguém segurando a barra da calça (chorando e se arrastando pelo chão, na tentativa de impedir a fuga), suplicando amor e cuidado.
Amor, carinho, atenção não se pede, se dá.
why do you deny you and the restof succoku shitters must be happy with sudoku movie even if it erases Atsushi and has no plot and exists only to get money from fujoshis. :\\
Buddy you’re literally saying that the movie has no plot, it erases Atsushi, and it’s catering to fujoshis because of one single movie poster
Literally nothing has been confirmed about the movie all we have is one single promo poster. There will be more posters. There will be trailers. It’s Bungou Stray Dogs not a reverse harem anime there will be a substantial plot and it’s not a fanservice movie.
Also, if it is going to be a movie that centers around sou///koku, why aren’t we allowed to be excited about that? I never denied that I was excited at the prospect of a sou///koku movie but I did say that we don’t have enough information to confirm what the movie will be about. Had you actually taken the time to read my post thoroughly you would have seen what I actually said.
But instead, you decide to skim through a post and take time out of your day to send anon hate to someone who is just happy to have new content in their fandom
Bonus, you called me and the rest of the fans of the ship “shitters” for no reason other than that you dislike the ship
Y’all say that sou///koku shippers are the problem but you’re the one sending anon hate, swearing people out and trying to ruin something that’s important to the fandom just because you’re salty that two characters are standing next to each other on a movie poster.
Do you have any Inuhina headcanons? They're one of my absolute favourite pairings but I feel so lonely in this ship. They're so adorable HELP
You know what though? The first time they made eye contact, I knew this day would come. They’re just so similar.
Honestly, the image I have in my head is them jumping around excitedly and yelling nonsense at each other. I feel like it’s just a really good representation of their relationship on the whole.
The day they get together? Jumping and screaming.
First date? Jumping and screaming.
First kiss? Jumping and screaming.
And isn’t that kinda beautiful? Being that excited about being with someone, and the other person being just as excited to be with you. I mean, how can you not be happy in a relationship like that? No wonder they’re so energetic!
I feel like nose kisses and eskimo kisses would be a big thing with them. Playful affection.
Oh! Hinata jumping on Inuoka’s back for a piggyback ride, and Inuoka latching his arms around Hinata’s knees and just charging forward, and Hinata holds up a fist and yells, squinting into the sun. And when Inuoka stops running, he falls backwards and ends up laying there between Hinata’s legs in the grass, and they stare up at the sky and watch the clouds, pointing out the ones that look like animals, and they just can’t stop giggling and smiling, because being together just makes them giddy.
14 or 19 for nurseydex? (from this prompt list: sleepy-skittles(.)tumblr (.)com/ post/155287327552/50-a-softer-world-prompts) or nurseydex and baking? idk whatever you want i just really love your writing!! esp the NHL future fic that was so cute and funny :)) thank you!
(I’m really really glad you like the NHL one!! It’s probably one of my favourite things I’ve ever written omg,,@ here’s Nursey and Dex baking, set sometime before Bitty and Jack come out to the team heh)
The bowl hit the ground with a deep thud, echoing off the wooden floors as berries and syrupy blue liquid oozed out and puddled around Nursey’s feet.
“Derek Malik Nurse, what was that?” Bitty exclaims, whipping around to find Nursey standing, sheepish, in the middle of the blue puddle. Bitty closes his eyes, lips tight.
“Chill, I can go buy some more berries right now, if you want.” He says, but Bitty’s face is starting to crumple; his eyes crinkle slightly and, for one horrifying moment, Nursey thinks he might cry. “Shit, shit, are you okay? Bits, I’m sorry.” Nursey urges softly, walking over to put a hand on Bitty’s shoulder. He flinches and Nursey drops his hand.
“No, it’s–” Bitty wipes his eye with the back of his hand. “It’s fine, I’m fine, I just…I’m having a tough week. I’m sorry.” Nursey raises an eyebrow.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bitty laughs weakly.
“No, I’m gonna…I’m going to the store and then I’m gonna pack pack. I, uh, I’m gonna head down to Providence later. For the weekend.” Bitty says and Nursey nods. He thinks it’s pretty cool how close Bitty and Jack are. Not only does Nursey love the guy, he plays for the NHL and that’s, like, the coolest. Bitty looks down. “If you wouldn’t mind cleaning that, though…” Bitty says, grabbing his wallet and keys, before heading towards the door.
“Oh! Yeah, of course, man.” He says and tries to reach the rag on the counter without having to trek blue spots through the kitchen. He never actually hears the door shut, though, because, as soon as Bitty is out of the Haus, Dex takes his place.
fuck, marry, kill - but the other version: Haru, Sousuke, and Makoto 😂
• get randomly assigned as your lab partner for a whole semester - definitely not Haruka because I feel like I’d end up doing most of the work, I feel like Makoto would be a good lab partner, but if Sousuke was my lab partner for a WHOLE SEMESTER that means I can stare at him for at least an hour five days a week, so yep, I say Sou-chan.
• get trapped with on a broken elevator for ten hours - Haruka because he wouldn’t want to talk and I could take a ten hour nap.
• get as my employee trainer for my new job at McDonalds - Makoto because I feel like he’d be really sweet about my anxiety-ridden questions that don’t make any sense.