Everytime we get Kara x Mon-el being cute and coupley in Kara’s apartment, I feel like we’re actually seeing Mel x Chris being cute and coupley. They’re all smiley and silly, and they’re both just such good and genuine people. Their chemistry is incredible, and you can plainly see how much they enjoy working together. You couldn’t ask for two better people to exist, and it’s so wonderful that they’ve become friends. I love them.
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.
I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)
A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.
Title: Togetherness Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much) Words: 1.885
Summary: You and Stiles attend a family reunion, but with a twist. Stiles is your fake ‘boyfriend’.
Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 1561
I pull up into a car park down the street from my grans lake house and shoot Stiles a look of gratitude. If it weren’t for Stiles, my best friend and savior, I would have to endure another agonizing family reunion full of teasing and hurtful jokes aimed in my direction.
There are yearly family reunions at my grans lake house, and this year I’ve decided to bring along Stiles to end their tormenting. He’d play along as my ‘boyfriend’ and I’d be left alone once and for all.
Summary: All Y/N and Jeff knew how to do was hate each other because of their parents. What happens when Jeff’s had enough?
Pairing: Jeff x Reader
Request: Request wherein you and Jeff have like a Romeo and Juliet kinda thing (families hate each other, they hate each other too) until they end up falling for one another somehow, you can play with it how you like! (Just don’t make them die pls) AND Can you do 14 with Jeff?
Word Count: 1403
Prompt: “No one can change the past, I can’t change the past.”
A/N Would you all like if I made a masterlist of all of my imagines?
It was your first day of kindergarten and your young age made you excited for school. Everyone was nice, excited, some sad that their parents were gone, but overall, it was a good day. Until lunch. You were sitting down eating what your mother had made you when an older boy sat opposite of you. You instantly recognized him as the son of your parents’ enemies. You had no idea why your families hated each other, but when you both saw each other’s faces, you simultaneously stood up walked away from each other. It didn’t feel right, he looked like a nice person, but with your families, you’d be nothing more than enemies. At least that’s what you thought.
Your lives have been like this for 10 years. You were a sophomore, Jeff a senior and the two of you haven’t even tried friendship, but rather threw insults at each other. Again, neither of you knew why, but it was almost as if you were born to hate each other. You both kept your distance, until your god forsaken history teacher paired you two up for a project. Outraged, you both expressed your anger while the class sat back and watched the two of you banter. It wasn’t until you were threatened with getting a zero on the project did you both suck it up and pout angrily in your respective seats.
OKAY YOU TWO BETTER STOP IT RIGHT NOW! Last episode was too adorable for me to handle, dont make me pull the “Steven looks at Pink Whale” image on you (Enid just aknowledge KO is “cute”… ALL THE DAAAAAAW TO THIS)
ask:@bonjour-je-mappelle-fuckyou: “Hey so I just read your poly!defenders hc that you posted back in April and IT WAS AMAZING! I just finished the Defenders so now I’m on a fic binge, I was wondering if you could write some more hcs??? Maybe just about domestic life with them 😊”
a/n: i hate my biology class so much it’s so boring and i understand like… One thing i’m so bad at science lmao
for the most part, y’all are pretty well off. mostly because of danny, though. he’s rich so therefore he buys a pretty HUGE house. + even so, you guys have a thing though, whenever y’all go out, one of you claim it’s your birthday to get a free meal/dessert (however generous the restaurant is). + you and matt also regularly get free wedding cake by claiming you guys are going to get married so you both can get free tastings of it.
when you guys do cook, jessica is not under any circumstances allowed in the kitchen (not that she’d cook, anyways. she has “better things to do”). luke can cook better than everyone (save you if you’re a good cook). danny is alright but his food is pretty plain tasting. matt can’t see so he gets ingredients confused so someone has to help him. though when that happens, he gets distracted by them and him and whoever he’s cooking with usually end up making out.
you and luke both want a dog so bad, but matt and jess are so against it. since it’s two vs. two, and it technically is danny’s house, he’s the tiebreaker. + he puts off answering because he doesn’t want to be on anyone’s bad side, but he secretly wants a dog too so he’ll just take you and luke to the humane society so you can find one (bc #AdoptNotShop). + jess almost throttles you guys because she doesn’t want a dog barking at all times of the day (she’s the definition of a cat person, but it slowly grows on her). matt’s fine with a dog as long as he doesn’t have to clean up after it.
sleeping is a situation (to say the least) because literally all four of them are usually gone out most of the night working on some case. (jess, doing her p.i. work, danny and luke being heroes for hire, and matt who’s patrolling hell’s kitchen). + on normal nights, you fall asleep on the couch waiting for them, danny and luke coming home first and taking you to bed. you three usually share a bed, and jess passes out on the couch and matt goes to sleep in the other bedroom. + other times, when jess doesn’t have work you and her will watch crappy reality tv until you both fall asleep on each other, danny and luke will find you guys and leave you alone, deciding it’s too adorable to move you two (of course, they’ll take a picture of it because it’s cute af). and matt comes in in the morning and joins luke and danny in the main bedroom.
Orihime’s back was to him as she animatedly told Tatsuki and Chad about a customer that had come in to the bakery asking for a large order of her newest creation: mint and lamb filled steam buns. Her boss had told her she was crazy, but lamb was served with mint all time so why not put it in a pastry? She was sure this was the beginning of her great bakery empire, and she would be sure and remember her friends from her lofty position Queen Baker of the Land of the Rising Sun. Her hair was swishing and trembling as excitedly as the rest of her body. She swept back some her hair over her shoulder, and Ichigo seemed to lean in closer and close his eyes a little.
Suddenly, she whipped around to say something to him, and with his battle-honed reflexes, Ichigo straightened and listened to her with calm and cool collection, answering her with only the tiniest of stutters and the slightest blush that could be mistaken for the heat of the day.
Renji snorted and rolled his eyes. And as if sensing his disdain, Ichigo turned and glared suspiciously. Renji crossed his arms and glared right back. The human was an idiot. Didn’t he see how much bullshit he and Rukia had to go through because he didn’t have the guts to be honest with her? Waiting for the right timing and accomplishments and her brother’s approval and blah blah blah. What did any of that matter? Renji uncrossed his arms, and reached for his fiance’s hand under the table. She didn’t even blink as she continued to calmly sip her tea, but he grinned at the red creeping up the back of her neck and the way her fingers curled around his as his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand . Yep, Ichigo was an idiot.
Of course, he was one to be talking, but he didn’t have an example of almost unrealized love right in front of his face like Ichigo did. There was no excuse for this – “Oh for pity’s sake,” Renji grumbled, as Orihime turned back and Ichigo went back to mooning over the back of her head like a sick puppy.
“Hm?” said Rukia.
“Your protégé is an idiot.”
“Hm, only an idiot if it takes him decades and decades and decades to be honest,” she said.
Renji cleared his throat and shifted at the steel hiding behind her velvet tone. “Right, well, I – he – he’s got me as a bad example, right? Right in front of him! But he’s been swooning for years now! He’s the savior of the world and legal and still hasn’t had a girlfriend.”
“Kurosaki-kun has a girlfriend?” Orihime asked cheerily. Rukia squeezed Renji’s hand so hard he whimpered, and Tatsuki and Chad looked at each other in mutual exasperation. Only Ichigo, whose face dropped with disappointment, didn’t notice that her happy tone was a little too high and like she’d forced her very generous happiness for him through a very tiny needle eye.
“N-No! I don’t…have a girlfriend, I…No, definitely don’t have one.” Ichigo was blushing hard and staring daggers at Renji. “What the hell are you two talking about over there?”
Renji rolled his eyes as he shook out his hand. “I said, you can save the world, but your pathetic ass has the reached the legal human and age and you still haven’t had a girlfriend.” He looped his arm around Rukia’s stiff shoulders. “What’s the good of all that if you ain’t got a girl?”
Orihime glanced between the two of them as Ichigo stewed and tried to think up an appropriate response. “Kurosaki-kun, he’s kind of right, you know.” Ichigo gaped at her, betrayed.
“I mean!” she remedied, waving her hands. “You’re so busy and stressed with school, you should have…someone to relax with and have fun!”
All the hearts around her cracked a little at her earnestness, except Ichigo’s heart that was cracking for himself.
“Well, I…I don’t really – Hey!” he nearly shouted, startling her. “What about you? When’s the last time you had a boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” she asked, pointing to her own chest. “Um…well, I’ve been busy with the bakery and…stuff…no time for boys, eh heh heh heh.”
Rukia narrowed her eyes at the two. “Orihime, didn’t you go on that date a couple of weeks ago with a boy?”
Orihime blinked at her, the blush at the apples of her cheeks beginning to spread. “Um, well…yes.”
Ichigo’s face paled as his adam’s apple bobbed.
Tatsuki nodded. “You guys are meeting again right?”
Orihime dug her thumbnail into the edge of the table. “Well…yes.”
Ichigo continued to stare at her, strain showing around his eyes.
“What’s he like?” Rukia prodded. Renji turned to stare at her, but she elbowed him.
“Well…nice” she said.
The pale, carrot-topped statue next to her crossed its arms. “Well, why don’t you introduce us?”
“What?!” she stared up at him with huge eyes. “Introduce you?”
He grunted. “We’re your friends. We should check this guy out.”
“I already ‘checked him out,’ Ichigo,” Tatuski said with air quotes. “He’s really nice.”
“So, we’ve established he’s nice,” he glowered. “Any other qualities, or is he just a blob of nice?”
Orihime frowned a little. “Kurosaki-kun, I appreciate you looking out for me, but–”
“He’s hot,” Tatsuki stated.
“Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime hissed.
Her best friend shrugged and mouthed “what?”
Rukia chuckled into her tea as Ichigo looked as if he was torn between throwing this guy into the river or curling into a ball of misery.
“So,” he said when he found his voice. “He’s a…hot blob of nice.” Orihime choked. “Doesn’t mean he’s good enough for her.”
Orihime stopped fidgeting and straightened her spine a little, her voice soft and calm as she said, “Thank you for concern, Kurosaki-kun, but I consider myself an excellent judge of character through my highly developed female intuition. If we…get more serious, I’ll introduce you.” With that, she stood, calm and smiling, but with a little something off kilter about her expression and stance. “I’m sorry, I have to get up early in the morning. See you soon.” She smiled broadly at the Renji and Rukia, the subject of their little gathering. “Congratulations again, Rukia, Abarai-kun.”
They both nodded as Ichigo stared unseeingly at his beer. When she left amongst the chorus of goodbyes, Ichigo grabbed his glass and chugged until only bits of foam clung to the sides.
“More serious,” Ichigo grumped. “What the hell does that mean, more serious? More serious than what?” He paused, his glassy eyes growing a bit large under his scowl. “Does that mean they already are serious? You can’t be more serious unless you’re already some serious, right?” He cursed into his empty glass. Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously raised their fingers for more beer.
“Aren’t you two just too adorable,” Ichigo said acidly.
Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously whirled their fingers in circles to keep them coming, ignoring the exaggerated gagging noises across the table.
After several minutes of watching Ichigo and his team practice for their next tournament, Orihime broke the blessed silence.
“Tatsuki-chan,” she sighed.
“Have you ever noticed?”
“The way Kurosaki-kun’s hair changes to the same colors as the sky as the sun sets.”
With a long, low grown, Tatsuki lowered her head to the soccer ball in her lap and stayed there.
“Something wrong, Tatsuki-chan?”
Her forehead still touching the ball, Tatsuki turned to look up Orihime’s concerned face. “How it’s going with the hot blob of nice?”
Orihime started. “Huh? Oh, well, he…we decided not to see each other anymore.”
“Nothing, nothing. Just…the usual – oh! Did you see the pass Kurosaki-kun made? He’s getting much better about passing and not trying to win the whole game himself, don’t you think?”
“Orihime,” she said, lifting her head finally.
“Well he started to go for the goal himself, but then saw one of his teammates wide open and–“
“For the love of – no! I mean with the nice blob.”
“Oh…you shouldn’t call him that,” Orihime said, managing to frown at her disapprovingly with her eyes still on the sweaty players.
“Well, I can’t remember his name. What was it?”
“It’s, um…aren’t name’s funny though? We should all refer to each other as poignant descriptions rather than names. Like Ishida-kun could be he-who-glints-his-eyeglasses-for-dramatic-effect and – “
“Oh my god, you can’t remember his name?”
Orihime sputtered and glanced at her sideways. “What? That’s silly. We dated for…well for a bit. Why would I forget his name? I just think hot blob of nice is…a nicer name?”
“So, what happened?” Tatsuki tried again. “You talk to nameless one too much about he-whose-hair-reflects-sunsets?”
Orihime sniffed and twisted the fabric of her skirt around her fingers.
“Oh my god.”
“Well, I don’t think I talked about him that much. Honestly…male egos, you know? ” “Uh-huh.”
“Anyway,” Orihime said, her attention back on the practice field as the college boys strode back to the side, shaking hands and clapping backs. “It was fun while it last – oh.”
Orihime’s mouth remained stuck as a perfect ‘o’ as the stripping Ichigo pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. Sweat glistened off his naked torso that looked quite fetching in the low evening light, even to Tatsuki. She turned to her friend, who had leaned forward, her mouth still open.