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Writing daily-life stuff in Japan: Food

Considering how much fanfiction gets written set in Japan. I thought I might just share some daily life details that may or may not be useful. 

This comes from my own experiences of living in a bicultural household and living in the country for about a month every year of my life. Admittedly, I’ve only lived in a deep rural area and visited cities, but some of the pointers will still be relevant.

The first thing that come to mind when you’re trying to describe another place is to get to grips with the food culture.You know the saying, ‘To know a people, know the food that they’d willingly consume’? So, for this post, I’m going to talk about food details.

1. Food that you might have in the fridge: Old rice if you made rice in bulk + various rice toppings. Think of rice as the bread, and the fridge being full of the spreads you could put on it. 

Pickles: Might not be so popular with the younger generation, but if they live with their parents, there will bound to be at least one kind of pickle in the fridge, because there are speciality pickles for almost every prefecture and you cannot escape them. In the same way as spreads, they usually taste very strong and its rare to eat them as they are, unless they’re just that tasty and you like pickles that much (think of somebody eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar). You would eat pickles with white rice. Here are three examples: Umeboshi - pickled plum, and it is sour and very salty! You can suck on stone for minutes afterwards, just savouring the salt taste. Usually one plum is sufficient for one bowl of rice. Takuwan - a smelly, giant horseradish pickle, which might look a bit yellow with age. When you see giant horseradishes drying in the sun around the back of the house, this is probably what they’re going to be made into. Rakkyo - little pickled onions. 

Other toppings: Shirasu - tiny little white fish, each fish is about two centimetres long, and you sprinkle (or heap them, if you really like them) over rice. Delicious. Again, may not be popular with the younger generations who have grown up accustomed to more Western flavours.  Gohandesuyo - seaweed paste in a jar. It’s salty like Marmite and like Marmite the name of the food is the name of the brand. You put a tablespoon or so on one bowl of rice. 

Spring onions. We are never out of spring onions. Ever. Chopped up fine.

Sauces: Soy sauce, mirin, su (rice wine vinegar), yakiniku sauce (sauce specifically for yakiniku), mayonnaise, yakisoba sauce, ketchup, mustard in a tube, wasabi in a tube.

A tub of miso: of which there are red and white variants, and there is constant family clash over which tastes better!

If the household eats bread, you’re more likely to get a vegetable oil spread than butter. I think a few years ago there was a butter shortage. It was just too expensive to buy or not on the shelves, but there were so many different brands of vegetable spread made from different flower seeds! 

Egg is a fridge staple. If you’re in doubt and you need a quick breakfast or lunch, you could crack an egg raw over hot rice, spritz a dash of soy sauce on top, shovel it down and go.

Natto - fermented beans, its sticky and when you pull it apart it stretches with sticky web-like strands just like melted cheese. It’s famously an acquired taste but I love it on rice, in curry and in miso soup. Sold in wee cups, with sachets of sauce and mustard.

Also in the pantry: Katsuobushi - tuna flakes, often used to make tuna stock; Stick dashi - powdered stock, usually seaweed or tuna; wakame - seaweed; ginger; taka no tsume - dried hot chilli peppers, prettily named ‘hawk talons’; sesame seeds; sesame oil. Furikake - literally, ‘sprinkles’ for rice, when you have no other option. Maybe tofu. Panko for frying things. Golden curry roux blocks. Cream stew insta-kits.

Instant foods: Cup ramen, cup noodles, instant ramen, instant yakisoba, freeze-dried instant soups, instant corn soup.

The primary oil used for cooking is so-called ‘salad oil’: I don’t actually know what it’s made of, but it’s a vegetable oil of some kind.

2. Where I might buy food: Supermarkets for the fruit, veg, meat and fish, but for the best read-made fare, drinks and snack foods (kashi pan, onigiri, yoghurt, and depending on where you go there might be salads and bentos), you would head to a 24/7 open convenience store (e.g. Seven-Eleven, Lawsons’), where they also might do hot steamed pork buns and, lately, really good coffee to go. If you want to buy somebody a nice cake or box of tea-time sweets as an omiyage you might go to the basement floor of a department store. 

Vending machines - there is a vending machine everywhere. I am not kidding. Even in the deep countryside, I found a couple of vending machines up a mountain which smelled as if they had been scent-marked by raccoon dogs and bears. And at these vending machines, you can not only buy cold juice, but several different kinds of hot and cold Japanese teas, a very sweet milk tea, several different brands of hot and cold coffees, corn soup, potato chowder, hot shiruko (a sweet azuki drink), hot chocolate, hot and cold lemon…You’d honestly never go thirsty.

For sushi, we’d call up a sushi restaurant. The same goes for ramen. Unless you’re using an instant ramen kit, making ramen broth is hard. The tonkotsu variant is pretty much impossible at home. Likewise, you just can’t make good sushi at home. It’s not really a family meal or something that can be casually made. Typically sushi is brought out for celebrations or special occasions as it can be quite pricey but conveyor belt sushi places are more accessible.  

3. Bread: You will find white bread (fluffy, gorgeous, pillowy white bread, that’s basically like cake) but it’s really difficult to find brown bread. In the rural supermarket, it was non-existent and for bread with a crust, you’d have to go to the little street-corner artisan bakeries.

On the topic of bread and kashipan, I’ve often seen references in fanfiction of characters baking kashipan for each other, or kashipan just like their grandmother made it (e.g. anpan, melonpan, creampan). As much I like the sentiment behind these scenes, I’m not saying they’re impossible, but in most cases they are a little jarring. 

Our grandmother’s generation were not bakers. Most of the houses that our grandmothers grew up in did not have ovens, since Japan doesn’t have a tradition of domestic baking, and even now, a lot of houses still don’t have ovens aside from a nifty little oven toaster, Cakes and kashipan were seen as Western and trendy luxuries to be eaten at cafes (a Western import in itself) or bought from specialist shops which had the equipment to make them. They weren’t ‘casual home-cooking’ so to speak, even if the history of the anpan and the castella date pretty far back into the past now. 

Even now, unless you are a massive kashipan fanatic and dessert-making enthusiast, you probably wouldn’t bake a tray of kashipan at home when you could buy them perfectly made from a nearby convenience store. 

Having said that, I have tried making anpan in an oven toaster. I made six, since that was all that could fit on the little toaster tray. They were each about 6cm in diameters, and my grandmother complained that it was a waste of perfectly good azuki. 

You can, if you’re really into dessert making, make lots of things in an oven toaster, but if you’re looking to make something sentimental just like your grandmother made them, mochi might be a better option (e.g. warabimochi or ohagi), or maybe since sweet things historically tended to be more often bought from a specialist than made at home, quote a favourite wagashi that grandmother might have enjoyed from a particular shop e.g. the anko dama and imo youkan from Funawa; the chestnut manju from the shop by the station.   

4. Omiyage: If you go away on a trip and you’re inconveniencing work colleagues with your absence (which you are), this is the souvenir that you buy to take back and share at your work place, often a food item, so boxes of sweets are often packaged in such a way that the sweets inside are individually wrapped for ease of splitting distribution. 

This is also the word used for the gifts you bring back for family, either when you’re visiting relatives and you know that you will be encroaching upon their hospitality, potentially inconveniencing them, or if you’re coming back to the family and, in a way, again, it’s to make up for any inconveniences that might have been caused by absence  -although largely for family, it’s also about the joy of giving to those you care about!

Likewise, students who go away on holiday on a trip might bring back omiyage for fellow members of their club, if they’re involved in club activities. If you think of club activities as training children up for work place social structure and customs, it makes some sense. 

Not omiyage but an example of gift-giving, but if you move into a new neighbourhood, it’s usually expected that you visit your neighbours and take round gifts, as a gesture of courtesy and goodwill. There is, again, an element of asking forgiveness for inconvenience, because moving into the new home would have made a lot of noise and possibly caused a disturbance. 

With omiyage in mind, each prefecture tends to advertise certain foods/sweets that are ‘unique’ to it that would make suitable omiyage. A famous example would be ‘Tokyo Banana’ and anything matcha from the Uji area in Kyoto. 

5. Food is seasonal: Japan is hyperconscious of its seasons, so the fridge will likely contain seasonal fruits and veg. In a lot of Japanese poems, it was traditional to include a ‘kigo’, a word that encodes a season to set the poem in without explicitly saying ‘It is winter’, and some fruits are kigo. The persimmon is a kigo for autumn, peaches and cherries and plums for spring, and more recently the watermelon is a definite kigo for summer! Seasonal fruits also make good gifts for visiting friends’ houses, especially if you’re bringing them back from the countryside after visiting relatives. 

Autumn’s a great time for food. Now is the time when all of the mushrooms are coming out - shiitake, matsutake, enoki, shimeji - and they’re dried and preserved for the year. People who cook might have dried shiitake in the pantry for rehydrating and eating or using in stock. 

Foreign brands, aware of the seasonal sensitivity of their Japanese, often produce Japan only seasonal limited products. My favourite example of this is the Haagen-Daaz flavours. One autumn there was a pumpkin and cinnamon, and I’m pretty sure I saw a cherry blossom latte at Starbucks.

6. Food you might see at festival stalls: Taiyaki - fish-shaped pastries made with a pancake-like batter and filled with custard or azuki. Yakisoba - fried noodles. Yakitori - chicken skewers. Takoyaki - octopus batter balls. Hot dogs…With a shout-out to very rare diversity my local festival had a Turkish kebab stall last year. Kakikoori for the summer festivals - sweet ice, with typical syrups being red, green and yellow (strawberry, melon and lemon flavours respectively).

 …..and that’s enough for now I think. (21/9/2016)

A Flower’s Path

GIF Credit to: @ygo-gx

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Pairing: Ban Ryu (Do Ji Han) X Reader

Genre: angst, coming-of-age, slight!romance

Word Count: 2,584

Request: Hi! For the Hwarang scenarios, what about one where you are a great enough fighter that you are asked to be the ONLY female hwarang (but against your will). Once inside, Ban Ryu is constantly complaining about how you shouldn’t be there and how it’s a disgrace for a woman to be in the Hwarang house. The two of you keep bashing heads bc even though you didn’t want to be there, you weren’t going to take that from him. Once the princess gets there she gets jealous that most of the hwarang gets close with the female hwarang and tries to get rid of her. - @starbooks13


Your hands’ grip slowly tightened on the big wooden stick. Standing ground and focusing on your opponent, you lowered the stick enough so that it pointed at your enemy. New beads of sweat formed on your face. Inhale. Exhale. You smirked, full of confidence. Ready.

You let out a yell, striking a blow on the left shoulder, right shoulder, stomach, and then the shoulders again. Your rival refused to move, only dust flying out of him.You dashed around, dodging for any incoming attacks and taking chances of your own to get hits. Loud rhythmic sounds could be heard from your stick coming in contact with the surface again and again. The amount of energy you used up showed when you found yourself starting to breathe heavily. “Miss (Y/N).” A familiar soft female voice of your personal servant caught your attention. You immediately stopped beating the dummy and brought the stick down to your side.

Turning around to face her, you noticed once again that the woman could not have been but more than a few years older than you. There was still some youth in her face, but she mostly look tired, probably from working for so long. You remembered her being there by your side since you were a little girl. “Yes, Soonja. What is the matter?” you asked.

“Your father insists you stop practicing your martial arts for today and dine with him for dinner now,” the servant answered, bowing her head low. “He also wishes to discuss some important things with you.”

“What does he wish to discuss with me?” You slid your stick back into your weapon rack that also included your spear, sword and knives.

“I am not sure, Miss (Y/N). He just wants me to let you know that it is an important conversation, so he is hoping that you won’t skip dinner to practice.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Soonja. Please allow me to clean up as best as I can before we go see Father.”

When you stepped into the dining room, you found the round table filled with lots of food. It was sort of funny because meals usually meant just you and your father eating. “Good evening, Father. How did the meeting with the officials go today?” You took a seat across from the old man. His gray hair tied into a bun. Though his demeanor looked quite rough at first, your father also seemed quite gentle at times.

He was a True Bone. Quite high in the bone rank system, he was of royal blood and worked as an official for the Royal Family. Since you were his daughter, you were of royal blood as well. “Some of the other officials were beginning to feel doubtful about the Hwarangs and their impact on changing Silla for the better,” your father expressed as you picked up a sweet and sour mushroom from a dish and ate quietly. “A few of the officials are worried about their sons who are part Hwarang as of now. They fear that instead of helping to protect the future king, that the young men will become dogs to the queen.”

“Her Majesty has been on the throne for so long,” you agreed, giving a nod. “She still has some control of them. I have a friend whose brother is a Hwarang. She says that they’re having trouble getting along as some are for the queen and some are against. The males are so focused on their ranks among each other that they hardly train their martial arts and performing arts skills. So much for elites…”

“How do you feel about the formation of the Hwarangs, (Y/N)?” your father asked, placing down his silverware. You did the same, putting down your spoon. You tried to read your father’s eyes to see if he genuinely wanted an answer, and when he continued waiting on you, you sighed.

“I wouldn’t want to be a part of a group like that.”

“Why not? Your fighting skills are impressive. Even though I disapproved of you doing martial arts at first, I’ve come to see that you’re talented in that area. You would’ve made a great Wonhwa.”

“Father,” you frowned. “both leaders of Wonhwa died.”

You started to feel the topic of the conversation dissipate and began lifting up your spoon again to eat when realization hit you. The utensil was placed on the table once more. “Wait… Father, does this have something to do with an important discussion you wanted to have with me?”

“Her Majesty and I have come to an agreement that Hwarang could use someone like you.”

You froze. A heavy weight set on your shoulders, and your stomach started to twist, ruining your appetite. “You don’t even like the queen…”

“But I respect the Royal Family. I also want the best for Silla. The king has not shown his face in years. We are not sure of what he can or can’t do as a ruler of the kingdom. I support our king, and I feel that it would be an honor for you to serve and protect him, (Y/N). Do you understand me?”

“I do, Father, but I don’t want to do this. Hwarang? My fighting skill is just a hobby. It’s also used to protect myself and the people around me, but nothing more than that. I don’t want to risk my life.”

“(Y/N),” your father said in a stern voice, and you knew he was serious about that decision.

“Besides, Hwarang already had their admission ceremony. They’re most likely not accepting anymore members. Hwarang is a group of young elite males. I’m a lady… Please don’t make me join.”

“Keeping your skills as a hobby only is pathetic. You can put those skills to greater use. As for Hwarang being only for males, you will be an exception. Her Majesty adores strong young women, and the chief instructor has also allowed you to stay in Hwarang House with your own small room.”

“You’re not listening to me, Father. I don’t want-”

“Almost all of the officials have a son who excel in sword fighting or literature. Meanwhile, I’ve raised a daughter all my life. I have heard people badmouthed me and you and how you’re only good to be married off to…”

You tried to speak up almost interrupted him, but knowing that arguing with your father would not help with your decision, you remained silent. At this point, you knew there was no way you could win.

“I know that you don’t mind being talked about to like that,” he continued, “but I do not approve of a True Bone’s royal blood being spoken about that way. My daughter is special, and if she doesn’t want to be seen that way, then she’s just going to have to continue living with it because she will be escorted to the Hwarang House tomorrow morning to stand next to the other elites.”

Tomorrow morning?! Already?! Feeling unfairness, your eyes began to burn with incoming tears, but you held them back. “Yes, Father. My apologies for trying to talk back.” You bowed your head down, and your father picked up his silverware and resumed his meal as if nothing happened.

Like your father said, when you headed out the next morning, you found a tall, handsome male dressed in Hwarang uniform waiting for you on a horse. Another horse without a rider was right beside him. “Miss (Y/N),” the male greeted. “My name is Ji Dwi, and I have been assigned to escort you to the Hwarang House.”

You hurried to climb on the other horse and then looked over to Ji Dwi. He cracked a smile which confused you. “My apologies, Miss (Y/N),” he said, an amused look in his eyes, “you just don’t look all that excited.”

You grinned the most sarcastic smile you could muster. “Better?” Then, you showed an honest laugh. “I’m sure you didn’t imagine a female Hwarang, either, huh? Please just call me (Y/N).”

The two of you whipped the reigns lightly so that your horses could make their way back to Hwarang House. “I think it’ll be interesting to have you,” Ji Dwi replied. “I didn’t imagine there would ever be a lady who was spectacular in fighting. It’s as impossible as the king living in the Hwarang House, disguised as a Hwarang.” He glanced over at you again and shared a playful smile.

It was not long until you reached the home of the Hwarangs and found the chief instructor as well as his assistant instructor waiting on you. Being a gentleman, Ji Dwi helped you off of your horse. “Thank you,” you told him before walking over to the chief instructor.

The chief instructor hummed, observing you. “Why, you must be (Y/N). I am Chief Instructor Wi Hwa. It is our pleasure to have you. Hopefully, you were able to get acquainted with my nephew on your way here.” When he gave you a short bow, you returned a deeper one.

“Ah, Ji Dwi is your nephew? I didn’t know that. I was wondering which family he belonged to as I’ve never met him before.”

“He lived overseas,” the old man affirmed. He then nodded his head over at his nephew, and Ji Dwi headed back into the Hwarang House. The chief instructor then held out his hand in the direction of the building. “I will be happy to show you around and answer any questions you may have, (Y/N).”

You paid attention to the view of your new residence as you listened to the chief instructor guide you through the area. You didn’t spot any other elites around, probably because they were having lessons or something. Beautiful flowers were grown in all of the green grasses, pleasing your eyes. The walls were painted of a rich, bright red and some gold. You soon found out ways to important places such as your own room, the bathhouse (you were assigned a different time from the other Hwarangs, of course), the dining room and the area where the young warriors practiced their fighting skills. It was nice, but you still felt quite uneasy about being here.

“Do you think it is strange,” you said, staring ahead at scenery, “that even though I know how to fight, I don’t want to be a fighter at all?”

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa glanced over at you and then forward, sharing the same view as you. “Your father told me, and I can understand why you’re like that. You probably feel like a pawn in Her Majesty’s hand. Please think of this as another path you have to take in life.” He began to move, and you followed right next to him. “Here, I can guarantee your growth, just like these flowers. Though you seem to agree that women should not be seen fighting, I disagree. Embrace that part of you - your natural combat skills like the earthy soil, your soft, yet intense beauty like the waves of water, and your bright character like the sunlight - and you will be strong enough to stand on your own. Maybe, you’ll even start to discover more of yourself here, among the other Hwarangs.”

Before you knew it, you found yourself inside of the household and in front of the doors. You heard chatters inside, and for some reason, your heart started to pick up more beats per minute. Chief Instructor Wi Hwa opened up the doors, and when eyes turned to him and then you, the room became silent.

The boys bowed, and the chief instructor nodded. You walked behind the old man when he started toward the center of room, walking up the steps to higher platform. You dared not to make eye contact with anyone. Only when the man next to you cleared his throat did you glance up. Handsome men in the same elegant uniforms stared at you, a few in a way different from others. Some were in confusion as if they could not believe you were there, and a few in awe, having heard rumors of your arrival but still could not take your presence in. You recognized a few faces.

“There is someone I would like to introduce you all to…” the chief instructor began.

You spotted Ji Dwi who you met in the morning. He smiled which calmed your heart down a bit. Then, there was Soo Ho. You only ran into him a few times when your father met with his, and the two brought up how both of their children excelled in sword fighting. Also, you’ve seen him when he was dating a few of your friends. He gave you a charming smile, as expected of someone who’s been around a lot of women.

You easily found Yeo Wool. His feminine features caught your eye. You heard about his family from your father, and even found Yeo Wool once at Okta. It was embarrassing for you to admit it, but you quite envied his beauty. He had an amused smile on his face. Right next to him was Han Sung. You knew he didn’t like to fight, so you wondered why he decided to join Hwarang. Maybe it had something to do with him being the last True Bone of his family. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute reaction.

“(Y/N) will be joining as the only female Hwarang. It is an executive decision made by the queen and myself. (Y/N) is amazing fighter. Even better than most of you,” Chief Instructor Wi Hwa said, muttering the last part to himself. “We believe that she will be a great addition to Hwarang. As I expect you all to treat each other with respect, getting rid of Silla’s bone rank system in the Hwarang House, I want you all to do the same to Jung Young Sik’s daughter. Understood?”

“Yes!” the boys replied in unison.

“Good.” The chief instructor turned to you. “Please head to the physician’s room. Miss Ah Ro has sewn you a uniform that is similar to theirs. After you’re dressed appropriately, you will return to this room and continue the rest of the day with these boys.”

You turned around and began to head down the stairs when a clear, loud voice spoke up. “Wait.” The short hairs on your arms raised from the chill.

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa responded. “Yes. Ban Ryu.”

Your body rotated to where Ban Ryu stood. You have never spoken to him, only heard about him sometimes from your father. Soo Ho might have mentioned once to stay away from Ban Ryu. You were very aware of their rivalry. His face was striking, but at the same time quite intimidating. You had a bad feeling about his next words.

“I don’t believe that she should be here. She doesn’t belong in the Hwarang House. It is a disgrace.”

I don’t know about disgrace… You frowned.

“You said it yourself Chief Instructor, Wi Hwa, that you wanted to form Hwarang with the capital’s greatest male elites. She is a woman. If she is the daughter of an official, then she should be taking on duties of a woman, preparing for marriage. Furthermore, if you accept her, it will be unfair as we already had the ceremony. What if the officials whose son didn’t make it get upset?” Ban Ryu glanced in your direction, a dirty look. “It’ll be all her fault.”

Prince Adam Headcanons

Yeah I just physically couldn’t. stop. myself…

Word Count: um…a lot. I might as well take out the dots and make it an imagine bc LOL I GOT A LIL CARRIED AWAY HERE

A/N: yes, I’m still working on my Gaston series, but while I’m writing that, here *dumps fanfic in ur lap* have these post-curse headcanons that I thought up at 4:00am of the purest most adorably precious cinnamon roll prince ever

Originally posted by imanewrevival


  •  Prince Adam still literally unable to wrap his mind around the fact, even weeks after the curse is broken, that someone could find it in them to love him in his darkest and most hopeless of times
  •   Adam, not surprisingly, suffering from post-curse nightmares. He’ll dream that he’s once again the vain, cruel prince who turned away the rose, and wake with hands clutching at his chest and face to make sure that they’re not animalistic and covered with fur again
  •  on nights when the dreams are particularly bad, he’ll wake you and you’ll stay up till dawn comforting him, his head on your chest or in your lap while you whisper soothing words and brush your hand through his hair
  • sometimes you’ll snuggle into him and place your cheek on his shoulder, bringing your fingers up to his face and tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, and his jawline with soft strokes to remind him that his features are human again, and always will be
  • Adam catches your hand and gently presses his lips against your fingertips, his eyes closing and his forehead furrowing before kissing your palm. When his eyelids open, his gaze locks on yours and you almost can’t breathe for the amount of love in his stunning blue irises that shine like moonbeams
  • eventually lulling him back to sleep by singing or reading softly, admiring the peacefulness of his expression as he dozes, marveling at how truly lucky you are to love someone so beautiful and pure and to have his love in return
  • having literally the most perfect and healthy relationship ever. Seriously, the two of you are the stuff of romance novels (the happy ones that aren’t all dramatic and angsty). You can practically read each others’ minds, which really comes in handy when trying to find each other new books to read. You know everything about each other. How you like your tea, what position you find most comfortable to sleep in, your favorite author, your favorite composer, even what things you find annoying or frustrating
  • One more time now: RELATIONSHIP GOALS
  • being able to match Adam’s mischievous side with your own. Don’t get me started on snowball fights during the winter seasons which always leave you soaked to the bone (much to Mrs. Potts’ amused dismay when you leave puddles through the halls and on the stairs) and grinning like idiots. Mud fights are frequent during the summer as well (poor Mrs. Potts indeed). You never miss a chance to enjoy the fresh scent of rain after a summer storm, so you head out with Adam to enjoy the dewy gardens…then come back looking like you bathed in a swamp
  • just. imagine. tho. You’ll be sitting on a bench glossing over a book, or breathing in the crisp warm air when all the sudden you glance up and see Adam looking at you from a few feet away, his lips upturned in a smirk and his gaze peering through his eyelashes. He slowly brings one hand around from behind his back and you see a ball of sticky brown mud oozing between his fingers. You barely have time to growl, “Don’t you even think about it.” before it smacks you in the face, instantly dribbling down your neck and shoulders. Adam’s deep laugh bounces off the statues before it’s cut off by the sound of mud splattering against the back of his head. Total chaos ensues, and the cleaning staff shares a collective sigh as the sound of hysterical laughter from the gardens meets their ears
  • fervent apologizing on both your parts to the gardeners afterwards
  • kisses. Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the camel, the k i s s e s. Kisses that stop time. Kisses that make the ground spin under your feet, or sometimes even make the ground disappear completely. Standing with your toes touching as Adam brings both hands to the sides of your face, dips his head and kisses you with such deep, slow passion that you forget who’s air you’re breathing, or you forget to breathe entirely. Gathering the fabric of his shirt in your hands and standing on your toes to be even closer to him. He brushes his thumbs across your cheeks, and when you finally break apart, you can’t move or draw oxygen for several seconds after. In these moments, if he were to ask you the sum of 2 + 2, you would only be able to answer with his name
  • waking up to feeling the feather-light touch of his lips against the side of your neck, along your jaw and on your cheek, unable to conceal the shudders that ripple along your skin or the butterflies that fluster uncontrollably around your stomach. Feeling him smile against your shoulder when he runs his hand along your arm and feels the goosebumps that his actions have caused, asking in a deep, husky morning voice if you’re cold or if there’s some other reason for the reaction. You sit up and stuff a pillow in his face
  • he’s not the only one who uses affection to rouse the other from sleep. Before the break of dawn, you’ll wrap your arm around his torso and lightly trail kisses across his features. On each of his closed eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, the corner of is mouth until the arm that he has around your shoulders tightens and pulls you against him, his lips spreading in a drowsy smile. After he’s awakened, you wrap yourself in blankets and lead him by the hand through the silent castle until you reach the tallest tower. There you stand in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head as the two of you watch the sun rise over the distant hills and flood the skies with pale pink light
  • spontaneous dances. This is 100% a thing. Imagine standing in the library at one of the tables, alphabetizing a stack of volumes when Adam’s arms wind around your waist and his firm chest presses to your back. “Do you hear that?” he’ll ask softly, prompting you to grin as you hear Cadenza’s playing a few rooms away. Before you know it your swaying to the sweet rhythm, then Adam’s twirling you across the floor, lifting you into effortless spins and dipping you nearly to the floor, making laughter flow from your lips
  • making faces at each other from across the diner table
  • holding balls and dances at least once a month to stay connected with the rest of Villenueve, and even though Adam is supposed to be socializing, he can’t help staring at you practically the entire night
  • Plumette helping you get ready for said parties, lacing up your dress and fastening back rebellious strands of hair when Adam appears in the doorway, his eyes widening in loving disbelief at your astounding beauty, which of course makes your face turn the color of a ripe pomegranate. Plumette smiles, her hands on your shoulders as she says, “Isn’t she a vision, my prince?” Adam’s shakes himself from his stupor and responds, “One almost too beautiful to behold.”
  • your face reddens ten shades
  • pet names. And lots of them, though mainly “love” and “my darling”

      • “(Y/N), I’m not wearing that.”  

      “Oh come on, it’ll look wonderful.”

      “It will look ridiculous.”

     “But Lumiere looks so dashing in them, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

      “(Y/N), it’s got bloody bows in it.”

     “It makes it look more fashionable. Now just try it on!”

     “I’d rather be a beast again.”

     “Oh honestly, it’s just a wig.”

     “Take one more step and I’ll throw that thing in the fire.”

  • the staff of the castle may as well be payed family members. Plumette is of course your best friend, Adam’s being Lumiere. Mrs. Potts is a second mother to you, and Cogsworth is always overjoyed to play the part of the father figure. Maestro Cadenza and Madame Garderobe took you under their musical wings as soon as the curse was broken, and you can never go through a conversation with either of them without being called “my dear” or “darling” at least five times. Your closest bond however is with Chip, and often you’ll glimpse Adam sitting with the young boy on his lap as well, exploring the surface of an atlas or looking at old maps
  • Adam being brilliant with children, despite thinking that he’s not. Sometimes he’ll watch you interacting with Chip and find himself wondering what it would be like to start a family of your own someday, not noticing the soft smile that graces his lips at the thought of it
  • going on adventures together. Not major ones necessarily, but even small journeys through the nearby mountains and forests are enough to mostly quench your wanderlust. You’ll often drag him to the top of a hill that overlooks Villeneuve and the surrounding countryside, standing with hands linked as the wind rushes over you
  • returning from such journeys to the warm castle, Mrs. Potts setting out tea by the fireplace, and you curling up against Adam by the huge marble hearth, practically on his lap with your face buried in his thick, smooth hair. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the laces of his shirt, his heartbeat echoing smooth and steady against your chest. Adam draws you closer as the warmth of the crackling fire surrounds you in a drowsy haze, pressing his lips to your forehead and murmuring a tender, “I love you.” to which you smile and tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “And I love you. For evermore.” His smile makes your heart swell to the point where it aches with happiness. “For evermore,” he replies.

uuugghhhhhh save meh plz

Social Media HCs!!

STARISH

Natsuki

He has a hard time deciding which form of social media he prefers when it comes to Twitter, Instagram or Snapchat…So, he uses all three of them faithfully. He has specific purposes for each platform. When he wants share abstract thoughts, he takes to Twitter. When he wants to share pictures of his cute new hat, his adorable dessert, or a photo of Elizabeth he runs to Insta but when wants to talk to his audience about how his day went, give a sneak peek of what a day in his shoes is like or embarrass his friends he uses Snapchat.


Tokiya

He has a public account for everything except FB. It is the only private form of social media he has. He has a small amount of friends because his FB is limited to real childhood friends and family. It is under a different name. He never saves his FB profile photo to a picture of himself either. He does this so that it would be fairly difficult for just anyone to find him. He has a Twitter and Instagram but they’re generally only ever used for promotional purposes. They’re usually ran by a PR team rather than himself. Every now and then, he’ll delight fans by allowing his team to share a candid photo of him to his Insta.


Cecil

He’s an Instagram fanatic. If he’s not in a group chat harassing his friends, he’s on Instagram sending love to fellow idols and sharing adorable selfies. He loves to follow fans back and blow up their notifications because he knows it makes them happy. He replies back to comments as much as he can.  Aside from Insta, you can find him and his smiling face on Snap along with a video of Camus pretending to be sweet when we all know that once the camera goes off, Cesshi is getting his ass handed to him.


Ren

He has every single social media account you can possibly think of. His username is always something along the lines of @theRealJinguujiRen. He uses Instagram faithfully. He doesn’t follow everyone back so if a fan gets a follow they must be pretty special. In fact, if he does follow a fan back, it’s for reasons. He has gotten into trouble for DMing fans so he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. He doesn’t have a FB account and has gone a public record stating that. He urges fans to understand that although the accounts may say it’s the real Ren Jinguji, it’s really not and to steer clear of them. There are many Instagram users that follow him and has no idea that he even sings for a living. They just follow because he’s nice to look at. He uses his Twitter for promo purposes. His Snapchat is private and he only shares it with people that he knows well in real life. It’s practically impossible to find. He’s gotta have something for himself, right?


Otoya

One may speculate whether or not he actually lives on Twitter. He uses his Twitter for both personal use and promotional purposes. Fans can take to Twitter if they curious about how much water he drank that day, if he skipped a meal or if he’s working. Trust me, they can find it all if they want. He is not one to think twice before posting and once he nearly exposed a Starish project in pre-production. The agency put him on probation and they had to monitor everything before he posted it. But, since he updates so often, they gave up and left him with a slap on the wrist. His Snaps are often silly videos of him joking around with [read: annoying Tokiya] the others.


Syo

His Snap is LIT at all times. He is that person that just makes you hate that your life isn’t theirs. He always seems to be having more fun than anyone else in the world. His stories be centuries long if we’re just being real but they’re so entertaining you can’t look away. Otoya and Natsuki make appearances in his snaps on a regular basis. His Instagram is a more humble look at his life, shockingly. He usually posts photos of himself and the others in the studio or on the set of an interview with captions like: ‘All in a day’s work,’ ‘So ready for you guys to see what we’ve got in store for you ;),’ ‘Love my job!!’


Masato

Have you ever witnessed your grandparents using Facebook?  Okay, good. Imagine that but instead of Gma or Papa, imagine Masato. Haha. Just kidding. He’s not that bad but he’s not what one would call proficient. His Twitter and Insta are half-ran by a PR person and half-ran by himself. He’s never sure what he should or shouldn’t post so the promotional posts always outweigh the candid posts.  Go to his Insta if you want to see a candid video of him, playing the piano and singing! On the rare occasion that he does actually post on his own, it’s always something like a photo of a beautifully prepared meal with the caption: ‘Itadakimasu!’, a picture of a waterfall he visited or some shit and on the rarest of occasions, a stunning selfie. He doesn’t use Snapchat but that doesn’t stop him from making appearances in anyone else’s snap.


QUARTET NIGHT

Reiji

He is another guy that lives it up and doesn’t mind sharing all of his good times with the public. He’s most active on his Snapchat. He loves giving fans a behind the scenes look at his life. He once made an entire Story he called ‘Getting Ready with Onii-chan!!.” Fans were able to witness a shirtless idol, walking around his place with bedhead and a bonus cooking class. Did anyone really care about the cooking class? No. He was still shirtless. Glorious? Everyone else thought so. Anytime he meets a fan out in public (non-work related) he features them on his Snap. The other members of QN are often shown in his Stories as well. Now, whether or not they wanted to be is up to your interpretation.


Ranmaru

Although he has an account on every mainstream social media platform there is, they’re all ran by his PR team. He has 0 dealings with them. He is more interested in spending his time watching Youtube videos.  He has an account that is oddly named and he lives in the comfort of knowing he can comment and like any video he wants without having to think twice about what it could do to his reputation. Not only does he not have to worry about being stalked by fans but there’s no way for his activity to be monitored by the agency.


 Ai

He’s more of a forum kind of guy because he’s always interested to learn other people’s opinions on things. But if he had to choose at least one popular social media platform that he uses often it’d likely be his Twitter account. He prefers it to Insta and Snapchat because it is the most impersonal form of social media. To him, social media is just another way to stay relevant with his audience. He can post the most abstract thing and generate thousands of like and RTs which gets the job done.


Camus

It’s not that he tries to rub the idea that he lives a better life than you in your face, it’s just that…. He truly does live a better life than you and you just have to accept that as fact. He likes to pretend that he doesn’t care about social media but the truth is, Instagram is his guilty pleasure.  Just one look at his elegant aesthetic and you’ll know how much time he spends on it. To be fair, at first he wasn’t interested in the app but after time went on he found himself curious and voilà now he has the most beautiful Instagram you’ve ever laid eyes upon. Honestly, his Insta makes even the wealthiest people look like peasants.

Andre Burakovsky #1.2

PART ONE // PART THREE

id0lizes said: This is literally my family, including what they want in their coffee. Spot on lol. More pls!!!

Anonymous said: can you do a part 2 to the andre imagine please?

A/N: Alright so this got a little long my apologies, but hope you liked it!

Word Count: 2,422

Originally posted by tjgoalshie

Playoff games were the core of stress in your house these past few days. Washington was standing strong at the top of the standings and somehow Andre seemed to forget all about that and see the worst in what could happen in tonights game. 

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You Me Her

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Chapter Six: Thanksgiving

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The Monday that Riley found out about Lucas leaving the play, it weighed on her mind a lot. Maya seemed to buy the whole ‘too busy for baseball’ excuse but Riley didn’t. She knew Lucas left because of her but she didn’t know exactly why, like how he thought of the situation. Riley worried Lucas may think she still has feelings for him. Or maybe something she said to Kai sparked a different concern. Or maybe her overall mood the night he visited her in the bay window had something to do with it. Whatever it was, Riley wanted to know, but part of her couldn’t bring herself to ask out of fear it would make things worse. Or out of fear that it could confirm things Riley theorised about. So of course, Riley continues to do what she’s done for the past year and avoids confronting Lucas, or her feelings for him. 

After Lucas’ departure, a Junior by the name of Spencer stepped up to play the part of Demetrius. Spencer was originally cast to play a very minor part but offered to fill Lucas’ place once news spread. Riley shared her second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth kiss with Spencer. They kissed two times during rehearsal and then once on each of the three nights the play opened. Five kisses with a nice attractive boy and she felt nothing. Not a single thing. Riley emotionally detached right as Spencer dipped her into the kiss. It’s not like Spencer had feelings for Riley either and that the lack of magic was just on Riley’s end. It made it easier for Riley that way, less awkward. 

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Of Course Pt. 3 (Kim Seokjin)

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“You should know we’ve been fucking horrible.”

Word Count: 1,299

Genre: Angst

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Sorry, this took so long, I hope you enjoy this <3

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“The saddest thing is that we fell apart so suddenly even though we did everything right.”  

“Hyung please!” Jungkook screamed at Jin.

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A. Ryder: Log #4

They rescue the Moshae, and Jaal realizes he’s feeling more then admiration for the human Pathfinder.

Even more surprising, she seems to feel the same.

Pre/Just beginning relationship JaalxRyder, spoilers for main story and Jaal’s history/romance.

Also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10609884/chapters/23486109

Somehow, despite the horror and rage running high during their attack on the Kett base, Jaal finds himself in awe of Ryder.

The Angara are not her people; she owes them nothing, has no reason to care, other than perhaps wanting to make a decent impression.

Yet she’s clearly just as disturbed and angry as he is, voice harsh as she tells SAM to hurry and open the chamber so they can help.

Ryder is a force of nature once they’re free - barreling through the Kett with biotics and gunning down those out of her reach - staying near while he mourns, briefly, the loss - before fighting further into the complex at his side.

They find the Moshae - save the Moshae - and then when she demands they destroy the facility, Ryder surprises him again.

By listening to him.

“I promised Jaal we would free everyone here; I won’t go back on that.”

It’s something more than awe and admiration he feels, then, though that realization is held back for the moment, concerned first with getting the Moshae back to the safety of Aya.

He finds himself speaking of her to his old teacher during their trip back, however, and she gives him a look that makes him wonder at himself.

It is only after they have returned the Moshae to Aya and Ryder has made certain comments to Evfra - ‘Jaal’s a valuable part of my crew, now. I’d like if he stayed with us.’ - that Jaal is sure of the things he is feeling, to a degree.

Ryder - Aria - is an interesting, lovely woman, and despite his past experience being rather disheartening, Jaal finds himself wanting to know her better.

To know what makes this feisty, easily flustered, brave human tick.

Jaal waits until after they’re finished on Voeld - the Vault opened, the planet significantly more livable, and the outpost up and running - before letting the topic come up, not wanting to push or scare her.

They’re talking as they often do, Jaal tinkering with his omni tool while Aria sits on the counter next to him, swinging her legs back and forth in what he believes is a nervous habit. (It’s adorable, regardless, but he keeps that thought to himself.)

She asks him questions, ever curious about his people - his history, his planet, his dreams - interested since he’d stepped on board.

This time, though, she asks if he has a partner. A mate?

Jaal smiles sadly, gaze still on the glowing tool on his wrist, “Not for a long time.”

And he tells her of the one woman he’d been entranced by - reflecting on the irony of how similar their names are, Allia and Aria - and how his brother had unintentionally stolen her, how she’d then joined his family as one of the Mothers.

Aria looks anguished, “You mean you have to see her every day?

“No,” Jaal responds softly, “They were taken by the Kett. Their children survived.”

“That’s… I’m so sorry, Jaal. I shouldn’t have asked.”

He chuckles, “Do not fret, Ryder; you have done nothing wrong. I do not mind sharing my past with you.”

“Okay… well. Just so you know… it was Allia’s loss not choosing you, in my opinion.”

That makes his fingers pause over his wrist, gaze sliding to the redhead sitting beside him, “Oh?”

Aria’s fidgeting, eyes locked firmly on her feet as they swing back and forth, “I think you’re interesting, and… well, great. Anyway, I’dliketogettoknowyoubetter.”

She says the words so quickly it’s a miracle that the translator is able to pick them apart, yet Jaal still stands a little taller, chest feeling a little lighter as a grin pulls at his lips.

She’d beaten him to asking, but more then that; his interest is reciprocated, and that alone thrills him.

Aria glances at him after a moment of quiet, amber gaze looking both hopeful and afraid, “What d’you think?”

“Yes,” Jaal responds easily, “I’d like that.”

She blinks in surprise, looking almost put out, “That’s it?”

“You are a lovely woman, fascinating, a brilliant risk-taker.” Jaal’s never been one to mince his words or hide his feelings, and now is no exception, “Knowing you better would be a gift. Sincerely.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

Aria’s face has turned a rather alarming shade of red, but she’s smiling, which tells Jaal he’s done well.

Their talk is interrupted by Cora requesting her presence over the comm, Aria murmuring something about ‘duty calls’ before flashing him another small smile and slipping down off the counter, heading up to the bio lab.

Jaal is grinning and typing out an email before she’s even left the room.


Aria breathes a small sigh of relief once the door of her quarters has slid shut behind her, mug of coffee cradled to her chest and the open, quiet space of the room making her relax.

You shouldn’t drink coffee right before bed, Ryder, the caffeine will mess with your sleep patterns. She could hear Lexi loud and clear, ignoring the memory and taking a long sip of the hot liquid.

Coffee was familiar, and it was as much a comfort these days as it was a stimulant. She would continue to drink it when she liked, thank you very much.

Grinning softly and heading for her computer terminal at SAM’s quiet chime of You have new emails, Pathfinder in her ear, Aria thought back on the day and smiles wider.

One specific part of the day, with one specific member of her crew. She hadn’t known what to expect, honestly, and wouldn’t have taken any offence had he not been interested.

Yet… somehow, he was. Interested in getting to know each other, open to talking about his past… it was strange. And wonderful.

And slightly terrifying.

She would be the first to admit she doesn’t know the first thing about flirting, or romance, or anything along those lines. The few crushes she’d had previously hadn’t gone anywhere, and she’d always been the workaholic type, so… she was flying blind with this.

But Jaal doesn’t seem to mind, so far. She can only hope her awkwardness won’t be to off putting.

Speaking of Jaal… Aria’s brows lift when she opens her email to find one at the top from the very Angara she’d just been thinking about, curious, What did he…?

She opens it, reads the first word, and promptly turns red, eyes going wide and mouth open in surprise.

Dearest, he’d called her.

Aria slaps her cheeks and spins around in her chair twice before looking at the screen again, trying to make sure she isn’t dreaming.

Nope, the email is still there, still beginning with Dearest, making a strange sort of giddiness rise up in her chest.

She reads the rest of the email, a grin stretching her lips as she takes in the words, going back to starting again once she’s finished.

Then again…. and then once more, surprised happiness making her feel lighter then she has since going to sleep over 600 years before.

Aria doesn’t know what to write back - she’s never been good at expressing her emotions, in person or via email - and yet Jaal makes her want to try.

Jaal with his open shows of emotion, his often blunt statements, and his acceptance of who she is, a Pathfinder with little experience who likely comes off as incompetent at times.

He cares, and he showed that he cared; all she can do is try to reply in kind.

Aria fires off a quick little response of her own before she can lose her nerve - It’s not strange, I rather like it, in fact - and then forces herself off the computer and into bed, knowing she has a long day ahead and needs the rest.

She’s still smiling as she drifts off, dreaming of blue eyes filled with stars and the landscape of Aya.

anonymous asked:

Hello there :) Do you have any good recommendations for gen fics featuring Zuko's friendship with the GAang?

GAang Friendship Fic Recs (Say That Five Times Fast!)

A Matter of Trust  After their escape from the Boiling Rock, Hakoda must decide if he can trust Zuko.  

A Friend  Zuko doesn’t feel like he belongs in the group, but somebody tries to convince him that he’ll be just fine.  

A Misunderstanding of Sides  When the Gaang takes a trip to the Earth Kingdom after EIP, Zuko gets captured by Earth Kingdom soldiers while away from the others. 

The Team Dad  “He’s the one we need to remind us what exactly we’re supposed to be doing, and that we just need to work harder to do it. He’s the one who can make me feel confident just by telling me I’m a talented kid. And he’s my worst enemy’s son.” Friendship fic.  

Problems and Solutions  How does Zuko handle too many assassination attempts? An expansion of two drabbles by Kimberly T. Posted with her permission.  

Not Quite Casual Conversation  It took Toph a while to decide on a nickname for Zuko - nothing quite seemed to fit. A continued conversation from Ember Island Players. 

Male Bonding  Katara understands why Zuko had to join them. What she doesn’t understand is why he and Sokka had to spend every waking moment in each other’s company.

Shopping Spree  Desperately needing supplies, the Gaang heads to a nearby tourist trap. Katara might learn to appreciate the addition of Zuko to the team a little more… that is, if the others don’t drive her completely insane first.  

Can We Keep Him?  Three snowgulls, two tiger seals, one penguin and a Fire Nation Prince. The trials of Sokka.  

Fathers in Arms  Sokka gives an uncertain Zuko some ‘fatherly’ advice.  

What’s in a Nickname?  Zuko sulks and Toph straightens him out with a dose of Earth Kingdom sensibility.

In Which Zuko Realizes How Young Aang Is  Basically what it says in the title. Takes place whenever it makes sense. Pre-Southern Raiders.  

Over My Dignity  Sokka and Zuko find that their odd friendship has unanticipated consequences, and both make choices that will effect one another and the new world order. 

Scarring and Brotherhood  A random little oneshot I wrote as a Christmas present for my big brother. Set slightly AU after the episode The Western Air Temple. Zuko goes to apologize to Toph for burning her feet and some unexpended bonding happens. Sibling!Toko.  

You’re Kuzon?  As an attempt to restore peace to a war-torn world, Zuko requests Aang to do something for him. But could this short detour lead him to a little blast to a few months ago, especially when coming back to a certain school? Post-war.  

Brothers in Arms  In a palace in Ba Sing Se, one man awaits his death, one boy – his torture, and another – his destiny. An Iroh, Sokka and Zuko adventure. Now with epilogue. Complete.  

The Beifong Estate  Because everything seemed a little better with Fire Lord Sparky there. Toko Friendsip. 

Meditating Angry  Aang drops in on his Firebending teacher.

In His Shoes  In order to fully understand a man, you must first walk a mile in his shoes. Sokka and Zuko are going to find that out the hard way. 

Baby Turtle Ducks  “Zuko!” Aang cheered, “Come look at the baby turtle ducks!”

Babysitting the Benders and Bumi  Stories about what happens when each member of the gaang has to babysit the kids: Kya, Bumi, Tenzin, Lin, and Zuko’s daughter, Ursa, aka Honora.

The Art of Intervention  Post-series. Zuko has been working himself to the bone, and really isn’t listening to anyone. Whatever. It’s not like Toph was going to ask permission anyway. Toph & Zuko friendship fic.

Bromance  crack!fic. SPOILERS FOR THE BOILING ROCK! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Zuko: Sokka and Hakoda approved! Poor Katara. zutara, sukka, hinted sokzu  

Ozai’s Pants  Humorous one-shot. What would happen if Aang ever told Zuko that he had a dream about Zuko’s father wearing no pants? Takes place immediately after “The Boiling Rock.“ 

Boys’ Night   Zuko gets dumped. Sokka is the world’s best wingman. There is chloroform.

Year One  The things a young Fire Lord learns at the beginning of his reign.  

Relative Misery  Zuko and Toph commiserate a little. Zuko wins. 

Familial Conversations  Toph and Zuko share a conversation on the wonders of family, Iroh, and good tea. Toko!sibling fic. For smilypie.  

First Name Basis  There are lots of issues with Zuko joining the Avatar’s "Gaang.” Some are concerned with life and death, good and evil, trust and betrayal. Some, though, are just plain awkward. Set after “The Western Air Temple.” No pairings.

Long Live the Prince  One-shot. Set just after “The Boiling Rock.” Aang and the others learn the story of how Zuko got his scar from the newcomer Chit Sang, who thought the prince had been killed three years ago.  

Finally, for those people who hate happiness itself:

When All Your Dreams Come True  AU during the First Season. Zuko has finally captured Aang and returned to the Fire Nation. He couldn’t be happier. Really, he couldn’t. Warning: Very dark. Rated M for violent themes.

 And have some bonus friendship:

Forgotten Ones: Letter to Song  After the end of the war, a young Earth Kingdom herbalist named Song receives a strange letter. Who could she possibly know in the Fire Nation? 

Forgotten Ones: Lieutenant Jee  After the siege of the North Pole, Lieutenant Jee was branded a traitor and thrown in prison. The war is over now, so what could the Firelord have in mind for him?

SEVENTEEN AS DADS

Vernon
- The “Cool” Dad
- always attempting to be your friend more than a father figure, attempts to get their child to spill the latest ‘gosp’
- “dad what the hell is gosp” “its teenage lingo for gossip, i keep up with you youngsters”
- cue eye rolling
- he’s incredibly chill about nearly everything and allows them to do whatevee they want, for the most part.
- the only restriction is that it can’t be illegal
- and if it is he told them to lie about who their father was.
- all their friends are jealous over how ‘cool’ of a dad their have, no matter how many times they tell them how uncool he truly is he has everyone tricked that he’s some super dad

Soonyoung
- The Embarrassing Dad
- insists on making their kids lunch one time and puts an embarrassing “have a good day love you -Dad” in the bag without warning.
- all their friends cooed and haven’t let them live it down since.
- he’s the type to make embarrassingly bad dad jokes when talking to others and then looks over at their kid for a reaction
- a pitiful thumbs up and embarrassed smile is the best kind of reaction that he’s looking for
- constantly trying to talk to their kids friends when they’re over
- “why doesn’t that one friend come over anymore?” “because you broke out the baby pictures last time and i would rather not relive your hour ling stories about the past, and neither would she”

Seungkwan
- The emotional dad
- constantly crying
- oh my god their kids have never seen a grown man cry so much in their lives
- always reminiscing about their kids past and getting emotional about how big they’ve gotten
- at every graduation that the child has lives through theres always friends that make comment about his screaming once you get on stage
- every picture you have to commemorate this moment has a very red eyed blotchy faced Seungkwan, their child always looks less than impressed.
- it’s nice to have a dad so passionate about their child but sometimes you just need someone that wont cry because you’ve made your first purchase with your own money that you made from your first job

Seokmin
- The Scrapbooking Dad
- always insisting on taking pictures
- it doesnt matter the occasion, it doesn’t matter how relevant any of it is, he wants a picture and he wants it now.
- his kids could make those “365 pictures throughout the year” collage videos you find on the internet dating back to their toddler years just from how many pictures Seokmin had taken.
- he has a bookcase full of scrapbooks hes made
- he takes the time to decorate them, with pretty stickers and dates each picture with a short description of each.
- its not just a picture book, its a life story showcasing every little insignificant thing that his kids have accomplished since birth.
- “dad, can we please take that picture of me on the potty off?” “no, its the first time you took a shit and i didn’t have to clean a diaper, it’s staying for memory sake”

Seungcheol
- Over protective dad
- they cab only have a phone because he insists on using the find your friends app when his kids go out just to make sure that if anything happens he could always find their kid and help out
- if they’re one minute past curfew expect said phone to be blown up with questions about where they are.
- “you were suppose to be home at 10:00 its now 10:02, i checked traffic and it is light so there isnt any excuse”
- is protective and inforces his rules but isn’t terribly rude and would never actually punish his kids (he’s too soft, but ultimatey just wants the best for them)
- interogates any significant other that their child brings home, and as they protest in embarassment he simply says hes making sure to rule out any one not worthy of their time.
- always has their best interests in mind though they may not realize it until they’re much older
- probably has a bat near his bed so if needed he could protect them from anything and anyone who trys to hurt their kid

Jeonghan
- The Charming Dad
- all their kids friends are completely endeared by him
- they’ve heard the word DILF to describe him one too many times that its starting to take some effect on their mental wellbeing
- he’s able to talk himself out of many things and their kids have had to sit by idly as they watched their dad talk up another worker to attempt to get some sort of discount
- probably has pictures of the family around the house solely to show off how attractive all of them are when guest comes over
- he’s ultimately very proud of how beautiful his family has come out, and wants the world to know about how absurdly beautiful they are compared to other families.
- its not opinion its Fact.

Jihoon
- Passive but Encouraging Dad
- not very good at showing how much they love their kids but try their very hardest without having to say directly that he loves them
- shows he cares by encouraging their dreams and never tries to hold them back from their dreams
- he may not be very involved in their kids lifes but when they come to him with something they claim to be passionate about he’s suddenly #1 dad.
- he’ll always be the first to encourage them to chase after whatever they want
- and even if they drop it after a couple weeks because it wasn’t exactly the right fit Jihoon will accept it and continue to support them through any other projects they wished to pursue.
- their kids know that he loves them through those kind of actions.

Mingyu
- The Expirmentive Dad
- always trying out new recipes for dinner
- his kids have started becoming wary after the his few failed attempts and know to prepare something to eat afterwards just incase his experiment doesnt work out in his favour
- never follows a reciepe
- “dad it said a tea spoon not a cup” “it’s better this way, just trust me.”
- it was not better this way.
- he tries his very hardest to make good dishes for his family and sometimes they actually turn out decent.
- and when they dont, no matter if mingyu himself knows it wasn’t the best, his kids say it was good while only eating a couple bites of it
- he’s grateful that they eat the prepared foods somewhere that hes not (sometimes he goes to their room and they share their snacks with him, but thats only when he’s failed terribly and hes gone desperate)

Chan
- The Involved dad
- Their child is apart of a school club? he’ll be apart of it just as much.
- “Do you guys want me to make snacks?” “Dad its not necessary-” “i’ll pack snacks.”
- always insists on going to parent teacher night to talk with each of their kids teacher one on one, he doesnt do it because he thinks his kids are miss behaving just solely for the opprotunity to be apart of their kids lifes just that much more
- was their kids soccer couch for most of their junior soccer days, but when their kids approached them about joining a different team he unwillingly allowed them to do so to allow them to be happy
- he still attenda each game and became the most embarrassing side line dad at the game
- “signs are necessary” chan ignores their kids as he pours another large amount of glitter onto the atrocious sign with his kids name and number on it.

Junhui
- The Teasing Dad
- constantly making jokes about their kid, it mostly happens when they have friends over or when theyre at a family get together
- some how always managing to make their child the center of attention at the family dinners, each family member taking turns to tease his kid.
- he definitely does not attempt to stop it because he was the one that started it and seeing his kids get all embarrassed is kind of a highlight to being a father.
- Is probably always trying to get a hug or affection from their child especially when friends are around just to embarrass them that much more
- He doesn’t mind being rejected in front of all their friends when he goes in for a hug, because the embarrassed hiden smile that his kid has when they turn back to apologize to their friend is enough of a reward

Jisoo
- The Overly-Loving Father
- he’s wanted to be a dad since he was a child and now that he’s able to do so he doesnt waste any opprotunity to remind his kid about how much he loves them
- sometimes he shows his love in materialistic manners
- he buys they loads of gifts for every special occasion and still insists on making them do an easter chocolate egg hunt well into their teenage years
- he gets really creative when it comes to things like this so their child doesnt really mind, the chocolate is always a bonus
- is always trying to get family outings to be a thing and his favourite holiday is family day. Definitely family day because he can use it as an excuse to force his kids to spend time with him.

Wonwoo
- The helpful dad
- the stereotype that dads are suppose to be good at physical labour such as fixing cars and doing sports falls short when it comes to wonwoo
- he couldn’t necessarily fix their car if they asked him to but he could help them ace their  physics exam
- and if they didn’t wish to read a book that was assigned for english, he’s probably already read it front to back more than once and is more than willing to help them out
- he’s not too anal about good grades but encourages them to try their hardest
- they’ve probably had to sit through a small half hearted lecture about genuinely putting their best into things when Wonwoo feels like their grades are slipping

Minghao
- The “I didn’t sign up for this” Dad
- never really meant to become a dad but it ??? sort of happened and he enjoys it he just was never ready to become one
- therefore he really doesn’t know what to do.
- during toddler years he’d make any excuse not to be alone with the baby for too long, too frighten that he’d mess it up so severly that he usually calls over his mom to help out
- he’s gotten better over the years but still doesn’t properly know how to dad
- tries more to be a friend than a dad
- whenever their child is in trouble, lets the other parent do the scolding and then retreats up to their childs bedroom with a bowl of icecream to try and make amends better.
-he’s sort of getting the hang of things but their kids highly doubt he ever fully will know what being a parent consists of.
- but thats okay, he’s trying his very best.

Who is in Control - Part 7

Summary:
10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

(Reposting because I messed up with the order of the chapters. Sorry)

Word counting:  1200+
Chapter Summary: You decide to share an important part of your life with Bucky. His reaction isn’t exactly what you expect. 
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reade
Present characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Patrick O’Malley , J.A.R.V.I.S., unnamed children
Chapter: 6/??
Chapter name: You don’t know me 
Warnings: A bit of angst; Bucky is a bit of a dick, but he is sorry; Scottish Accent; Steve always understands the references; Game of Thrones reference; Crying; 

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Y/N drove to one of New York’s smaller streets while Bucky alternated between watching her and the scenery by her side.

“I don’t really sleep at night. Four or five hours, no more.” She told him. “Do you know what helps me sleep?”

He shook his head as she parked the car.

“Follow me.”

The woman grabbed the boxes without waiting for his help and went to a house she had built years ago. They offered food, medical care, beds and other services to homeless kids. She used to visit the kids whenever she could, always making time to them.

“They help me sleep at night. They give me peace.”

When she opened the door, all the attention came to the two.

“Y/N!” The kids exclaimed.

The Stark put the box on the table with a huge smile on her face and all the little (and not so little) arms were automatically around her in hugs. Some kids lived in the shelter, and with the help of the city, they looked for families that could adopt them.

“I brought dessert.” She told them with a big smile on her face.

Y/N loved those kids. She would do anything for them, give anything to keep them safe and happy, well feed, and out of the streets.

Soon enough, she was giving them the desserts Patrick prepared, and listening as they talked about their weeks. She almost didn’t notice Bucky leave and didn’t stop him, but decided to find him after 20 minutes.

Who knows what could happen if she left him alone for too long.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked with a smile on her face and her hands on the back pockets of the jeans she wore.

Bucky didn’t look happy. He had a look on is face, and his jaw was clenched.

“What do you do here? Why are you here?”

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Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness: Part One

Dedication; I wrote this story in dedication to one of my closest family members, and my bestest friend(as she would say)

In the event of her short life span, I had introduced her young mind to the world of Supernatural, and the effect it took was great, she told me, on her birthday, that she wished to be a Winchester, and since her passing, I’ve dedicated myself to making that wish come true in whichever way I can.

In loving memory of Liberty Trude

Disclaimer: The owners of the photos used to portray Liberty have given full consent and are happy and healthy :)

Characters: Slight oc John, young Sam, young Dean

Word count: Probably a lot.

Silence in the Winchester family car was normal, whether it was John moving them around for a new hunt, someone got hurt on a hunt, or everyone was just tired.

John Winchester had just received a call from the LaPlace Louisiana police department, informing him that he’s been summoned by the remaining family of the “deceased” to take a DNA test, with the possibility that he may have another child in tow. Glancing in his rear view mirror, he sighed when he noticed the sleeping faces of his boys. He hasn’t told them about their possible sister. Dean was 12, almost 13, while Sam had just turned 9. He didn’t know how a couple of kids their age would take the news of a new baby. Well, a couple of kids that live the life they live.

Of course, that’s what John had been trying to convince himself with. In reality, he hasn’t told the boys because he wasn’t even sure if he would take the girl in. With his ‘job’ and mission to find his late wife’s killer, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to tackle another kid.

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Red Alert (James T. Kirk x Reader)

Word Count (1,599)

Summary: The Enterprise is nearly set to continue it’s deep space mission, with the construction of a new ship near completion in Yorktown. As the crew prepares for two more years of adventure, Captain Kirk and his commanding officers are introduced to some new crew mates as well as given a daring mission.

AN: Chekov will ALWAYS be in my fics bc he deserves it and I love him and don’t want to cry for 10 years explaining his absence

Also PS I’m going into the medical field and that’s just what I’m comfortable writing the reader for, because I know more y’know compared to like engineering not being sexist with like only women are nurses nah I promise

PPS the best friends name.. I know. Lance Beck. Lance Tucker. Dr. Beck. I’m so original………. Carry on!

“Fresh graduates and hand picked by Admiral Ta to serve aboard the Enterprise. The Enterprise! How cool is that?”

You stifled a laugh, resting your head back against the seat as the shuttle was slowing to approach the Yorktown entrance. After traveling for approximately three hours, you counted, the indication that the shuttle was near suddenly made the nerves in everyone spike. Except for your friend Lance, he embraced his nerves and used it to produce words. And wasn’t close to stopping.

“To be fair, we graduated 4 months ago, so we aren’t that fresh.”

Lance looked over at you, not at all surprised to see how calm you were but when your eyes met a smile was shared. It was exciting. After years of hard work, this was your reward. Of course, it was also disheartening knowing why there was so many people on this shuttle. News of Yorktown’s attack was known all over the Federation planets, and the casualty count was also a well known fact. When Admiral Ta approached you and fellow classmates, all the information was presented. Some turned down the assignment and requested to serve on different starships, and others like yourself were happy to serve on the USS-Enterprise.

When the shuttle began moving again, almost everyone’s attention shifted to look out the window, and take in the sight of the new Starbase.

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Not Fearless

Characters: John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Sam and Dean, older sister!reader

Words: 1470

[A little fluff, angst]

A/N: Just a little break in the Little Sister series I’ve got going. 

Both pictures are from google search



Your name: submit What is this?

Did you know that humans are supposed to be quite fearless? Well, it’s true. When we are born we’re scared of two things; falling and loud noises, nothing more. Because the rest is learned. And life taught you a few things.

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anonymous asked:

What's your ocs names? I'm new

i have a ton of ocs so ill only do a few

felix (acciai) ruggieri;; nicknames: feli
hes one of my main ocs;; hes the most important to me
hes got a lot of issues but refuses to acknowledge them and acts as if hes perfect;; hes narcissistic and wishes to be a king hes incredibly smart he likes to party and have a lot of sex to take his mind off things
hes got a smoking alcohol and sex addiction
hes very fake and will watch you closely so he can shape himself into someone youll like he just wants endless love and adoration,,
if u wanna know more about him heres his tag and his charahub!

leonardo dioli;; nicknames: leo
hes another one of my main ocs;; hes 2nd most important to me
hes a long lost raremutant his family was thought to be dead but hes 1 of the 3 survivors;; however currently they only know of 2 (leonardo himself;; and his uncle alessio who faked his death and returned 30 years later)
hes a fashion designer he took after his fathers company;; hes also the head assassin/spy and the leader of gli occhi
he fights in a secret war against a group of nasty humans named i serpenti
he also leads a secret faction of pietros resistance
he tends to overwork himself;; he feels incredibly guilty 
if u wanna know more about him heres his tag and his charahub

pietro falco;; nicknames: il falco
main oc;; hes 3rd most important to me
hes italys most wanted criminal;; he used to be a cop but his partner betrayed him and framed him completely ruining his name
he leads a massive resistance called i falchi
hes got paranoid personality disorder but has hope he can restore things and make things better for mutants
he does his best;; he also doesnt have fingerprints…he rubbed them off on impulse out of paranoia
if u wanna know more about him heres his tag and charahub

the rest ill put under the cut!

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I Need You

I Need You

Word count: 4.1K

Genre: angst, romantic smut

This was a request from @roleplaymeranda , hope you like it :)


You were antsy, waiting for Jungkook at home. This was the third night in a row that he’d gone out with his co workers. You were glad that he had friends at his new job. He had honestly worried so much about starting to teach at this new school. It was new and prestigious and he’d only graduated two years ago, but he had rocked his interview just like you knew he would.

You two had been married for a year and three months and even had a little dog named, Buster. It was true, the first year of marriage was hard. Despite the fact that you had dated for four years before he asked you to marry him. You’d met in college but you knew him before you’d became friends.

You had seen him in one of your classes a semester before one of your friends, Jimin, had introduced you. You thought he was gorgeous. You were in a class of over one hundred people and you sat toward the side, in the middle,  near the door. Jungkook had sat in the front row, in the middle. He was very sweet and always ready to answer questions, the teacher loved him. Luckily, you had taken a class pretty much exactly like it in high school because you definitely didn’t pay attention to anything but him.

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Anonymous said: Can I have a scenario where his s/o would binge watch Netflix series in one night or a week at most. This is such a bad habit of mine. Like Criminal Minds all eleven seasons only took me like a couple of days at most. ^^’

Yes, absolutely!! :D Your bad habit actually used to be mine until I developed another bad habit of opening Netflix, browsingbrowsingbrowsingbrowsing, then 10 minutes have gone by without me watching anything.. These days I just keep Netflix playing in the background while I do something else, lol. I hope you like the scenario, Anon. Thank you for the request!

Warnings: None

Some couples grow weary of each other’s presence.

Other couples resent having less time for themselves.

Todoroki took both these things and more into account before asking you to move in with him after graduating from U.A., but they didn’t have so much of an influence when you said yes.

For as long as he could remember, Todoroki’s living situation was far from perfect. His relationship with his mother and brothers was a work in progress, though he didn’t mind this. The only family member he had some closeness to was Fuyumi, but her job was a constant reminder of the age gap between them.

When Todoroki was at U.A. he had the academy’s hours to follow, but Fuyumi would regularly be burning the midnight oil, so it was the norm for him to come back to an empty house.

The day you move in together Todoroki is overjoyed.

You and he had hooked up a new TV, and by the time evening had approached there were open boxes of different sizes scattered everywhere from the front door to your shared bedroom.

Todoroki is half-awake in his seat on the low sofa as you turn on the TV, ignoring the live show that’s on for Netflix. How you have the energy to start a TV series after unpacking all day, he doesn’t know, but he watches you browse the titles, later giving in to sleep before he can see what you select.

When he opens his eyes, he expects you to… not be doing what you’re doing right now, which is still watching Netflix at seven am in the morning; he’s sure this is what they call binge watching.

Todoroki repositions himself, deciding not to stretch just yet, and you notice his movements, pausing your TV series to greet him with, “Good morning… did you sleep well?” There is a slowness to your question that stands out to Todoroki, but rather than take a minute to think on it he asks, “Did you stay up all night?”

“Yeah, I told myself I’d watch just one episode… then I was on episode five, but I was so close to finishing season one, so I did… and there was an awesome cliffhanger…… I’m finally on season two!…” You try sounding enthusiastic at the end, but Todoroki hears the exhaustion in your voice. Taking the remote from you to set it aside, he interrupts the start of your weak protest lightly. “You need to go to sleep.”

“No, Shoutooo,” you whine, and it kills him when you drawl his name. If only you weren’t sleep-deprived. “Season two is calling me!”

“Season two can wait.” Todoroki stands, slipping an arm under your knees and another around your waist to carry you, and he’s relieved when he feels you relax, holding onto him as he goes to your bedroom.

He kicks the door open with his foot. “What about the moving truck that’s coming today?” you mumble, and your head leans against his shoulder.

“I’ll reschedule it for tomorrow.”

Peter Parker x Reader Pt1

Originally posted by hamilll


Date : Tuesday 4th April 2017

Requests : Open

Imagine / Series? : Series

Title : My hero

Warnings : Mentions of being homeless


The smell of smoke and ash dimmed your senses, as your eyes fixated on the chaotic sight that lay scattered in front of you. A house, that once stood proudly in the middle of a warm and friendly neighborhood, had now been humiliated with the sinful flames of fire. Your parents had entrusted you with taking care of your home while they were away on a business trip in Germany, so now, not only did you have no place to stay, but you were filled with nothing but utter remorse. It’s not like it was your fault. You had stayed late at your friend Rachel’s in order to catch up on Linear equations, a subject you recently had missed out on after being sick last week. Closing your eyes, you thought to yourself, if you had just arrived moments earlier, maybe you would have been able to prevent it. Clenching your fists lightly at your side, you let loose a deep, shaky breath. Trying to steady the few nerves you had left.

You wouldn’t be able to stay at Rachel’s house. You sullenly though to yourself. Rachel had enough problems of her own, her family were in enough debt as it was. They didn’t need you, acting as a tiny paracite and eating away at any extra money they did happen to have. Wrapping your coat tighter around yourself, watching as the police and fire fighters rushed by. Your hand slid into your pocket to call the one person who you could trust to help out in such a dire situations. It was like he was your own little super hero. His name, Peter Parker. Funnily enough the two of you had met about two years ago and didn’t start off aas the best of friends. In fact, you use to bully him. You cringed to yourself as a sudden memory of all the pain you caused him cycled through your head. The worst was when your boyfriend at the time had practically beaten him, and all you did was stand and watch. In all honesty, you knew he had taken it to far, but you were frozen in place, knowing if you got involved and the teachers found out. You would be in just as much trouble as your boyfriend. Your relationship with Peter changed at the end of last year, when a sudden pressure to pass your exams had over whelmed you. He found you crying on your own after school hours alone in your shared math class, struggling over work. And even after all the pain he caused you, he just sat down and helped you.

Ring Ring, Ring Ring, Ring Ring.

You swear your heart sank as you heard the start of the sentence. “I’m sorry, but the person you called is unavailable – “

Hands tightening around your phone it took all your effort not to throw it. Instead, you simply shoved it into your pocket and thanked the services for lending you a hand in your hour of need. After they asked you a few questions, they allowed you to go on your way. Anxiety fiddled with your stomach causing butterflies to spur. You truly were terrified. If Peter wasn’t going to pick up, then you would have to go to his house instead. Terrifying thoughts over whelmed your mind. What if they turned you away? You were close to both aunt may and Peter himself. Though they might have their own problems to deal with or they might only pretend to like you, after all, you had hurt Peter before in the past.

The walk to Parkers house wasn’t far. In fact he only lived a few blocks down from you in a small street. It was no secret your family was more upper class then most in your school, however after befriending Peter and other people such as MJ you showed off a lot less then you use to, though, sometimes you couldn’t help but flaunt off your wealth. It was just one of those things you were so use to when growing up. You always had the latest technology and clothes so it felt like a second nature. Fortunately, you had got better and your big head had grown smaller over time. Your feet grudgingly dragged up his drive way, making you realize just how tired you were. Stopping at the front door which was coated with brown paint, slightly scratched at the edges. You knocked.

Waiting felt like an eternity. When in reality. It was just a few moments or so. The door opened, and she was met with a rather beautiful middle aged women with fair brown hair, and worry written all over her face. “(Name insert) Whats wrong? What happened?” Aunt may asked hurriedly as she practically yanked you inside by the arm and sat you down as she waltzed quickly towards the kitchen and flicked on the kettle to make a cup of tea, “You look terrible.” A bitter laugh left your lips. That much was true. “Yeh I’m sorry about intruding May. It’s just…” May’s eyes darted towards you. Her motherly senses tingling. Your throat soon gathered a clump, and it was evident the words you were trying to get out just couldn’t find their way. Usually when you were round Peters house the atmosphere would make you feel relaxed. However, today it just wasn’t doing the trick.

Closing your eyes, you could feel salty tears threatening to spill. And if It wasn’t for the warm presence of Aunt May settling beside you. You were sure you would have broke down on the spot. May used her soft finger tips to swipe some hair from your face, and with a reassuring smile, she urged you to continue. “My house. It, It burnt down.” You choked. You got ready to swallow your pride and ask if you would be able to stay, though May had already decided for herself you would be a new member of the Parker household.

“You know where everything is right? Go upstairs, have a bath, and put some of Peters Pajamas on.” In that moment, you couldn’t have been happier. Aunt May and Peter were a second family to you, and in all honesty, sometimes you felt more welcomed here then back at your house. “Thank you May.”


In the eccentric atmosphere of Stark tower. Peter wondered around the corridors, Tony happily boating about everything which they passed. Peter was happy to walk in toe with the play boy celebrity and listen to his arrogant compliments aimed at himself. After all, it wasn’t everyday you were offered a place as an avenger and then invited to be trained by Tony Stark himself. “So Peter. What do you think?” He asked, using rather extravagant arm gestures to motion to his beloved palace. “I mean I know its not as nice as your place.” Tony chuckled sarcastically making Peter roll his eyes in amusement at the rich mans antics. “But its got its perks right?”

“I really do like the offer Mr Stark. I’m just worried about my Aunt May.” Peter quickly continued before the male before him could bring up how hot he believes his aunt to be. “I think I’ll take it though. I mean it is the school holidays so whats the worst that could happen right?” After saying such a thing, his phone buzzed. And after reading the message his eyes widened and he gulped in utter panic. His words were laced with bad luck.

Aunt May:

Peter come home quick. (Name insert) had a house fire.

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