sushi plate


In Sushi Striker: The Way of Sushido, the fast-paced world of conveyor-belt sushi fighting, match colored plates and different types of sushi to hurl tall stacks of plates at your opponent! The ultimate food fight is about to begin on Nintendo 3DS.

Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

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Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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anonymous asked:

Hello, welcome to the fandom! I was wondering if I could request something funny and fluffy with Hanzo and a s/o at a sushi restaurant? s/o is too full and can't eat anymore, but they need to pay extra for whatever they don't eat and they shove their sushi onto Hanzo's plate? I wonder if he'd be amused :'D

A/N: Sure thing! This is more kind of a drabble than headcanons so I hope you don’t mind! This was so much fun to write so thank you <33

  Recently, Hanzo’s missions had been becoming longer and more frequent - this meant you were seeing a lot less of him. So when he told you that he had the night off, you were more than thrilled. To celebrate, he was taking you out for sushi. Despite sushi not being a big deal to Hanzo, you still wanted to impress him in the way you dressed. Your nerves almost made it feel like your first date all over again.

  His jaw went slack as he saw you. “You look incredible.” He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You beamed as you clung onto his arm and set out the door.
  The nightlife of the city you lived in was so different to anything you’d experienced before. There was a culture around every corner. Sure it wasn’t perfect but it meant that it was easier to fall in love with.

  The restaurant itself was one you had never been to yourself. On your way in, you noticed there was a sign in the window. Someone had drawn a few cartoon sushi but they looked sad. You were confused and the writing was in Japanese so you couldn’t understand what it said. 

  You remained close to Hanzo as a waiter seated you at your table. For the first time that night, you managed to get a good look at your boyfriend. You could feel your heart melt as you just stared at him. He looked up at you and caught you gazing. Hanzo shot you a small smile and your cheeks burned as you swore you knees were weak.

  Hanzo offered to order for you as you were still kind of new to this. You accepted graciously, this gave you more time to admire the beauty of the restaurant. The lighting was low with paper lanterns dotted around the ceiling and each table was decorated with a tiny bonsai tree.

  Your thought process was interrupted when a cheery waiter pulled up tp your table. He began by introducing himself and reading the specials. But then he said,
  “We have a unique policy here. To stop an excess in wasted food, there is a fine if you don’t finish any food. The fine itself depends on the amount of food left behind. Now that that is out of the way, may I take your order?”

  The night continued, the two of you talked and laughed - mostly yourself but that didn’t mean that Hanzo didn’t let a laugh slip by every now and again - and everything was perfect.
  That was until you began to panic as you saw the amount food left on your plate. You played it cool until Hanzo excused himself for a moment to answer a phone call.

  When you couldn’t see him anymore, you began to move your food from your plate to his. You hoped he wouldn’t notice but looking at it, it was clear that the quantity had increased.
  He returned no less than five minutes later, “That was Morrison, he was asking about-”

  Hanzo stopped, looked at the plate beneath him, then to you, to the plate again and back at you with an eyebrow raised. You gave him your biggest and cheesiest grin. He smiled and shook his head.
  “You’re too cute.” He smiled. You laughed as he took your hand from across the table. “And I will always love you.”