“oh wow, your fangs look so real!” + “i’m pretty sure my neighbor is a supernatural creature, even though they technically shouldn’t exist”
a/n: i used the same lore from true blood that fairy blood causes vampires to get drunk ^_^
it’s A’s birthday and they don’t have a lot of money so B sends A to the store and while they’re gone B attempts to bake a cake but it looks like a bag of flour exploded instead and there’s frosting on their nose
A works in a bookstore, B buys a book by Ayn Rand (I hate her) so A tries to reel in their irritation but can’t and so they go on a big spiel about how terrible she is only to find out that B agrees and was only picking the book up for a friend
meeting at a PRIDE parade
A & B don’t know one another but the ferris wheel just stopped working and they’re stuck in the same seat near the top so B tells A stories to calm them
A works at a hardware store and B doesn’t know a damn thing about stuff like that but they see A and fire questions at them like “do I need an S bracket to install that with?” or “can’t I just use the same nail size for everything” just to have an excuse to talk to them and it becomes a thing
A & B are sorta famous on the internet and accidentally stumble upon tumblr posts shipping them and/or fic and art and it’s awkward but that thought is in their heads now and maybe?
A & B live together and B is always complaining about how A leaves dishes in the sink and throws their laundry in the hamper from across the room (which means they miss 9/10 times). A leaves for a week for one reason or another and B starts leaving little messes to make it feel like A is still there
“I’m sorry I squatted in your house, it was so bare that I thought it was empty and you seem like a lonely person. I’m not a serial killer I’m just in between jobs and down on my luck”
A & B work in a public library and they bond over suggesting books for one another and leaving Post It notes on the pages like pg 185: “betchu didn’t see that plot twist coming”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt but I really love the book that you’re trashing, lets fight about it”
my date cancelled and you’re my best friend (but I wanna be more) so lets use the reservation for the romantic restaurant together
A leaves little things (their fav brand of gum, a box of their fav donuts, a brand new bag of pens because they’re forever losing them) for B around the apartment/flat they share and pretends that it wasn’t them when B asks
“that’s not a lemur, that’s a monkey” A & B meeting and bonding over B’s bad eyesight
“I didn’t mean to take a picture of you I swear. I was trying to snap one of the obscure lesser known relic behind you bc I’m a huge history nerd” and my apology is rambling and embarrassing but you find it cute
I said your name at the wedding instead of my partners “I take thee ____” and you saw it happen so I’m in a real pickle but it’ll make for one hell of a ‘this is how we got together’ story since my almost partner dumped me on the alter
A & B are best pals and are in a bar in the ‘40s and they have a moment but can’t do anything about it (bc they’re in public) so they confess their love by giving one another opposite sex names and saying things they always wanted to say/using the fake name so no one suspects “ ‘mae’ stopped tying ‘her’ hair back and i think shes gorgeous either way” “I’m not sure if mae loves me or not” “she does, she always has”
A & B are undercover and quickly kiss as a cover because they’re about to be discovered. the danger passes but they’re still kissing
A & B go to the gym to work out together and somehow B ends up pinning to the ground with A on top and they have eye sex
A & B were thisclose to becoming a couple but life got in the way, they stay friends over the yrs but don’t visit much. A goes on a blind date only to see that it’s B and this is the second chance they’d both longed for
we met at a stargazing event/blankets on the ground in the warm summer night and I know all of the constellations but you see me squinting at them and assume I’m trying to figure out which is which so you scoot closer and name them. in reality it’s only because i left my glasses at home but i don’t wanna ruin whatever this is
“I looked at you and saw futures that I never knew I wanted until I found them in your eyes”
you’re supposed to bring a baked good for the charity auction but yours is charred and mine is only slightly better so i buy yours to make you feel better and that’s how we meet. you’re amazed that anyone would actually buy/eat it
we’ve been best friends for years and everyone knows how much i love you except for you so I draw it during a group game of pictionary and you don’t get it at first but when you do, the feeling is mutual
we both want the same person but said person rejects us both so we date one another instead (same sex) (inspired by Fuller House)
we live together and you need to borrow my phone to make a text to our mutual friend. when you pull up their name there’s a lengthy convo about how i’m in love with you and it’s terrifying and ‘no i’m not going to tell them’ so i pretend that i didn’t see it and slowly start building up to telling you i feel the same w/little gestures
I’LL STOP NOW, I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS. FEEL FREE TO USE THEM
Steve looks at himself critically in the mirror. He turns, examining every angle of the black leather. Frowning, he tugs at the snug fit of the black cargo pants around his ass. Absently, he skims a hand over the straps across his chest.
“I dunno if this works,” he says to Bucky. He meets Bucky’s gaze in the mirror. Even in the reflection, it’s rapt. Dark, intense.
“It works,” Bucky says decisively. He grins, a little predatorily. “Believe me.”
Steve shakes his head. “I’m only doing this for you,” he says. “So I guess if it gets you going…”
Bucky leans forward, braces his elbows on his knees. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, lets his gaze sweep from the broad expanse of Steve’s shoulders to the length of his legs.
“It gets me going,” he confirms. He says again, less sleazy and more sincere, “Believe me.”
There’s something more—settled—about the slouch of Bucky’s form on the couch. When he looks at Steve in this old uniform, there should be bad memories. There should be discomfort. Instead, there’s…relief. Peace.
Bucky’s given Steve a remnant of his past and trusted that in Steve’s hands, on his body, it will be remade into another thing altogether.
That trust is an honor. Even if it is kind of weird.
Steve rakes a hand through his hair and turns around. “Well, then,” he says, downcast eyes, looking shy almost, though anyone who knows better can see that his expression is actually shit-eating. "So long as next time, you wear my uniform.“
Bucky leans further into the cushions, spreads his legs wider, cracks a bigger grin. He fiddles with the buttons of his shirt, and Steve catches a flash of ocean blue, the hard edge of a star. His mouth goes dry.
Video Game Taste Test: Buttered Toast with Nori (The Evil Within)
After reading in The Evil Within’s artbook that Joseph Oda eats buttered toast with nori for breakfast, I was intrigued. Mostly because it sounded completely gross. I guess the developers were thinking “Japanese x western breakfast = this”, but would anyone actually eat this? I mean, for real?
Well, I decided to find out!
I was a little unsure whether or not to just place a square of nori on top of the buttered toast. I thought that might be a little chewy unless the nori was also toasted. Eventually I decided to just sprinkle chopped nori on top.
The taste was… truly awful. The nori soaked up all the butter and went rubbery. I couldn’t taste the butter or the nori, it tasted more like metal. I only managed half a slice and then I had to throw it away. How could you eat this,Joseph?