#GORDON RAMSAY EAT YOUR HEART OUT

[datadegroove]

i really want some spicy, oily, disgusting, but ultimately delicious chinese food from one of those places that was obviously once a doctor's office

[xoladydeadpoolox]

@lilladybayou​ continued from here

“I don’t know. It’s just I’m thinking about everything all at once.” Wanda answered. “We’ve been engaged for what 3 years? We still haven’t gotten marred, let alone planned the wedding, no honeymoon plans, you’re working, I’m working, I’m gone for long periods of time and you’re worried about me. Then there’s just not enough time for me and you.” The merc rambled before letting out a sigh. 

[piggycyberwarrior]

Ekko SWF-Alphabet

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!not proof read!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ekko is the type of boyfriend that would constantely pepper your face with kisses. He knows how easily people can die- can be killed- so he tries to shower you with affection.

He likes to show you how much he loves you, because he is kinda confused with words. He is a warrior- a leader, not a big talker? he tries tho.

I would say he is pretty affectionate but mostly behind closed doors. As i said- he's a leader, he shouldn't be smooching his girl next to the firelights... he thinks its inappropriate. But in a calmer, more softer setting- boii he's all over you!!

B = Bribe (Can you bribe him?)

Yes and No.

Ekko is loyal as fuck. He would never EVERR betray the ones dear to his heart. But small and unnecessary things like

"Okay.. would you come with me if i give you one- no TWO kisses?"

Yeah. nope he would immediately jump off the couch and sprint towards you. He doesn't play there..

He kinda sees it as a payment...

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I PERSONALLY think that Ekko likes Hugs way more than cuddles. I'll explain:

You know that one hug that hits so good? Nose burried in their neck- inhaling their scent- arms tight around the person after you saw them finally- FINALLY again and all these emotions are put in that hug.

^ He loves that so much when he comes home, tired from a mission

That doesn't mean he does not like Cuddles. I think Ekko loves to lay his head onto your Chest/boobies all the time. crushing you under his weight and laughing when you grumble because of his stupid antics

or being the big spoon (like almost never the little spoon- only when he needs comfort). he loves it that he can make you feel safe in his arms

He likes to nap while cuddling but i think he doesn't really like to sleep at NIGHT when cuddling. That! man! needs! his! space!! (Napping while cuddling is okay idk why??)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes he really wants to settle down with you somewhere safe and sound- a place that doesn't exist now, unfortunately. Thats why he works so hard. maybe he can give you that home you deserve someday.

That man is a COOK. Full ass GORDON RAMSAY like its not even normal??? He even enjoys it- apron on, humming a little melody while making breakfast for the two of you.

he loves to help you at home even tho he barely has time between eating , sleeping and his duties. But you don't mind. he asks some of his people to help you out if you really need help with the chores.

is kinda shitty at cleaning- kinda never learned to do it... i mean he grew up in Zaun.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I'm sorry but like i said he is kinda shitty with words so he tries to rip the bandaid off real quick by breaking up through text/letters...

He doesn't really feel good about it too- feels like an asshole to be honest but he can't help it :(

if they wanted to talk about it though- he tries

he is okay with the fact that you hate him because of his break-up-style

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ekko is a little bit scared? of commitment. He kinda doesn't wanna be "caged"- he feels as if his freedom has been pushed into a box, but in reality he just needed to find the right person.

I think Ekko needs some time to really REALLY settle with the fact that he loves his s/o and that can take some time.

But oh boi when it happens- he wants to marry you immediately!! Like mentioned he knows that life is short- so he tries to marry you as quick as possible.

But he understands it if you need time to think about it or aren't ready yet.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ekko's kinda rough around the edges as he grew up in a rough atmosphere. Sometimes his grip is too strong- his attempts to tickle you can hurt a bit and his hands are calloused as well.

But in the end he never wants to hurt you and is extremely gentle towards you as much as he can

he is so much gentler to you than to anyone else. always makes sure you aren't stressed or anything like that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.Yes.Yes!! he loves hugs like mentioned earlier. It just fits better into his lifestyle as he can quickly but passionately hug you before or after a mission and can also do that in public. he cannot cuddle you outside on the street :/

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not that fast. Boi has some serious trust issues and you probably have to initiate the big ol' L-Word. When he finally says it- he will never stop saying it.

He willl always shower you with 'I love you's' and expects you to also say it back. he's just a sucker for that simple sentence even tho he was kinda wary of the concept of love

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Doesn't get jealous. Just doesn't, he trusts you completely. Period.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

His kisses are like him. Sweet but passionate, as well as a sprrrinkle of roughness.

he loves the traditional way of kissing you. on the lips. he is addicted to the taste of them on his and can kiss you till dawn. (he doesn't mind that you call him a simp)

He also loves to give you small pecks on your face but mostly the side of your head when you did something cute or stupid.

Always has his hands on you when you kiss- either on your throat, back or waist.

Also grins into kisses like ahhhrgcvszdc PLEASE

L = Little ones (Would he like to have Children?)

Loves children- I mean he keeps them save in the HQ too like what did you expect...

Would also love to have children when he's older.. kinda a dream of his. Probably 3 kids. Is still okay with it if you don‘t like to have kids- respects it!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

i kind of have the feeling that dis man is such a morning grouch :/ soooorry

like he always wants to sleep more (in other words- has a fucked up sleep schedule)

Still he loves it when you kiss him awake- and he would always and i mean ALWAYS!! roll on top of you and squish you under him with a laugh before pressing kisses on your face and getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

OHH THAT BITCH IS A NIGHT OWL. He is always so much goofier at nighttime (you know that weird 3am energy?? Exactly)

He likes it when you are sitting on his lap at night though, while he is fiddling at some prototype. Your fingers lazily playing with his dreads while he nuzzled himself onto your shoulder while working

Its a mix of both energy’s- late snack runs or slow evenings.

ALSO LOVES TO SLOW DANCE WITH YOU IN THE KITCHEN AT NIGHT!!!!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As i said, he takes his time to fully trust you. If you grew up together- he would‘ve probably told you a lot of things already. If you didn‘t- he is kinda hesitant to tell you at first. I think he would start revealing things about himself after a good few months of dating. He takes his time with those things

still he will always listen when you have something to tell him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. When he is frustrated- his patience is very thin- but when he is in his normal mood- it’s out of gold

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

REMEMBERS EVERYTHING. It is truly getting creepy. He knows everything???

birthday, likes, dislikes, all the family gossip you told him one day- even remembering all of your family member’s names, favorite book, favorite hyperfixation at the moment, favorite place- everything you mentioned to him once.

lol he laughs everytime you think he forgot something and he proves you wrong- you‘re just like:🧍‍♀️

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

that one hot ass summer night were you were both almost naked (nothing seggsual) - sweating like a pig- window wide open- not able to sleep and just talking bout shit. -> leading to you telling him you love him.

He didn‘t mind the humid heat in the end. Just feeling so happy.

always remembers that moment and feels giddy when there is a hot summer night…

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

He loves it when you defend him verbally. He can fight- and doesn‘t want you to hurt yourself in the process- but seeing you argue with someone for him is making his heart race.. <3

like i said he doesn‘t get jealous but is neverthless protective. He knows that Zaun is fucking dangerous- also knows that you can protect yourself but he wants to keep any harm from you..

always being your guard dog and even fighting people that bitch at you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

I think he always gets you something when he‘s in Piltover- books or small things that you like..

He likes to have dates in the privacy of your home- nothing extraordinary…. I am SO SORRY BUT THIS MAN ISN‘T A FAN OF ANNIVERSARIES!! He just doesn‘t get the point?? For him everyday is an anniversary.

He still plans the home dates (puts a lot of effort in the planning part)- and everytime you do something new fun!!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Nail Biting, Workaholic, Insomnia, such a gossip girl 😭 its funny tho.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

That Man is proud!!! He worked so much, trained so much did everything to become the person he is- loves his muscles and is kinda concerned how he looks

(Have you seen that man? Face paint on the spot- dreads styled like that and always revealing that yummy bicep..)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes- next question

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

100% a cat person. He loves them but will never admit it. When he first saw one as a kid- he begged Benzo to let him adopt it. Still visits it‘s grave. Kinda has a fur allergy but he doesn‘t care 💀

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

hates hates HATES it when his partner is rude or disrespectful for no reason. (Sure, its a different story when you are getting shit on) but he just finds it so bad when you insult someone for no reason (and mean it)

has no problem when you playfully call someone (him) an idiot tho…

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a kicker. Like bitch, stop kicking me in the ribs while sleeping 😭. Also wakes up with his head at your feet- turns around a lot. Just an active sleeper here…

you on the other hand get many bruises from his kicking…. I am so sorry

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the Tweels parents reacted to them bringing home a partner, think of how excited mama Ashengrotto will be when Azul brings home his mate. After seeing Azul alone, depressed, and self-loathing for so many years, seeing him have the confidence to bring home his mate. If he is in his Merform she is even more thrilled. When she sees them comfort and hug him and allows Azul to cling to them she may faint. If/when they get married, you know she is throwing the biggest wedding reception in her restaurant. Yuu’s dress or tux, completely covered no matter the cost, all food, covered. She is just happy that her son found someone and Mr. Ashengrotto has to hold her back and keep her from squeezing Yuu to tight out of joy. She would also drop hints that she would be a great grandma and show you how cute Azul was in all his baby pictures.

Azul would probably die of embarrassment when his mom shows baby pictures and when they are finally alone (thanks to Azul’s Stepdad reminding her she has a Business to take care of) he finally relents:

“I’m sorry, she is just excited to meet you,” Azul has yuu curled in his many arms inside his octopot.

“Is she the reason you waited so long to introduce me to your parents?”

“Yes… also she has three books full of photos hidden in the house I can’t find and my step-father won’t tell me where they are. They just appear when guest come over and disappear when I try to burn them later.”

“Well, we are meeting your Grandma tomorrow so things should be better there!”

Azul groaned.

“More picture books?”

“Six books. I have no clue how she got half of those photos, I think she hired the tweels behind my back!”

She's so happy upon learning about Azul's partner. Ms Iris Ashengrotto is a sweet woman whose restaurant started from the bottom to become a renounced, exclusive dining experience that only the most wealthy, prim and proper folks under the sea could have the privilege of eating. It's why the Ashengrottos and the Leech family have worked together for so long, it makes a fine establishment for their… “business” deals. She's what we would equate to Gordon Ramsay, really: no-nonsense, with strict and high expectations in her kitchen. Similarly, she is oh so sweet with children, her own especially.

So it was a pain to watch Azul grow up so lonely, though she could never get him to tell her why. Iris assumed that it was due to bullying, most merfolk are not kind to cecaelias, but she couldn't go off and scare random children into not interacting with her son. Nor could she talk to their parents without knowing for sure if that was the case, or if her son was just naturally shy. It didn't help her worries when her son got skinner and skinner, thinking she didn't notice him look at his body in the mirror as he poked and prodded at what little fat remained on him.

She took comfort when the Leech parents sent their twins off to keep Azul company, though he didn't seem to warm up to them for quite some time. Even when he went to NRC with the twins, opening his own establishment, Iris was still concerned about him making friends. It's why she was so pleasantly surprised to hear from her son during his second year about his partner. He's shyly gushing about you to him, a magicless human that slithered their way into his locked up heart. With the way he describes you, like you hung the moon and starts, she's already planning a wedding in her head.

It takes some nudging after that to get him to bring you for a visit, but he eventually did over the summer break. Oh, she was delighted to see his limbs unconsciously curl around you, holding you close as you curled into him yourself. You were so cute! A sweetheart! A delight! A perfect child-in-law! Azul, please forgive her if she starts sobbing, but how else is a mother supposed to react when she sees her child gaze at someone with so much love in their heart?

The first day she's monopolized your time, feeding you and Azul all sorts of food and snacks, offhandedly mentioning that the two of you would have to fatten up a bit to give her health grandchildren. She had to withhold a laugh at Azul's mortified expression. Iris has several albums of baby and childhood pictures, eager to coo over how cute and chubby Azul was as a baby. Her son is sulking at the other end of the couch, but he still has a tentacle curled around your ankle, never leaving you for long.

It's when she's hiding away her album (one of three, Azul's destroyed many be she always has spares), that she overhears your conversation. Iris had stopped by his bedroom to let you two know that she needed to return to the restaurant, but instead quietly delighted at the sight of you two in his octopot. A cecaelia's octopot, hiding place, is a very private and intimate place. So seeing you, cradled in Azul's lap, as his many arms hold you close to him, makes her heart swell.

She decides to leave you two alone, taking one last peek as you giggle at a pouting Azul, before sharing a soft kiss. Iris is smiling at the sight, sighing as she can finally relax, knowing her son is going to be taken care of.

[blood-smiles]

Hi! I just read your yan!Doll x reader and I was wondering if you were willing to elaborate or make little headcannons of the like of how living together with him is?

If your asks aren't open right or your just Tired feel free to ignore! :D

And could I become an anon? since I believe I'll be staying on this block for a while

And if I were allowed to become an anon could I be 🍰 anon?

HIIII :33 it would be my honor to elaborate!!!!! And congrats for being my first anon! <3 adding 🍰 anon to my list rn c: it’s a bit long so I apologize

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo first and foremost is like a tattoo, once you get it there is no way to remove it permanently, that’s basically what life with him is.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo will wake up, fresh faced and motivated again for another day with you, he wakes up like a literal princess, not the slightest sign of eye bags or even morning pimples, his hair perfect and tidy, well.. He is a doll.

꩜ .ᐟ He always manages to get up before you, by the time you wake up a sweet aroma of food would waft into your nose, what was he? Fucking Gordon Ramsay?

꩜ .ᐟ he will always add a special nutrition to your food! He never tells you to though.. Whenever you ask he just gets red in the face and slightly sweaty before dodging the question.. sigh.

“Oh. Well, It’s just my.. haha.. Eat up, darling! I made this food with all my love~!”

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo’s food always has a slightly salty taste, not enough to ruin your meal, but it would be better if it didn’t have it.

꩜ .ᐟ You spend the rest of your time doing whatever you wish, playing PS4, drawing, crocheting, you name it—Angelo will be there to ‘supervise’ you activities, supervise meaning stare at you for hours on end without blinking.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo who always has to stop himself from punching a hole into your TV or incinerating your possessions, he hates when your attention isn’t on him, he lives off your attention, praise and degradation.. So what does he do to fix it?

꩜ .ᐟ who you see raging from the corner of your eye, his usually pitch black eyes glinting with red.

“Angelo, is something wrong?”

“no! How about you take a break from.. That, and we cuddle for a little? Does that sound good?”

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo’s jealousy can be dangerous if you trigger it, he will leave for a little with his doll, before coming back with crimson blotches on his white attire.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo will make your possessions disappear, they always appear again after a bit of time, they will have strange stains on them though, you always put them to wash though, god knows what he does with your blanket of all things.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo will sit and stare at himself in the mirror, it’s strange and unsettling, it gives you the heebie jeebies but you never say anything, he almost seems dissatisfied while he looks at himself in the mirror.

꩜ .ᐟ he wants nothing more but for you to bite his skin and leave deep bruises on his almost Snow White skin.. He is just too shy to say anything though, demons bond in that way, bites is claiming possession over each other, he knows you are human and don’t follow along but.. The thought just makes him so excited!

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo finishes his day by making out with you, allowing your tongue to shove itself into his mouth, saliva binding the both of you in a passionate session.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo watches as you use your tooth brush, he licks his lips, thinking of what he could do with that tooth brush..

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo sleeps in your clothing, the thing he adores most, your scent entering his nostrils, he likes to put you under his shirt, so he can feel your warm skin against his cold skin.

꩜ .ᐟ Angelo kisses your head while you are asleep, wrapping his legs around you and resting his cheek against your forehead.

꩜ .ᐟ He will sometimes cry out of happiness to be here with you, he will cry out of love, his eyes will become swollen, his lips red from biting them, his heart beats solely for you, he went as far to carve your name into his heart’s flesh.

[watarfallar]

Sxthee, I bring you more desert duo snacks!

Scar: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

Scar: We either die free, or die trying! Grian: Are those the only choices?

Grian: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

Scar: *Stands in trash can.* Grian: Scar, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!

Scar: Did you like the food I made? Grian: No, not really. Scar: But I put my heart and soul into it! Grian: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

Grian: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— Scar: Hi. Grian: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Scar: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks. Grian: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment.. you keep eating all the fucking plants.

Scar: Be kind. Everyone is fighting their own battles. Grian: Why would I be kind? I will be brutal and relentless and ride into battle by their side!

Scar: If I run and leap at Grian, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Scar, running towards Grian: Coming in! Grian: No! I’m holding coffee! Grian: *Drops coffee and catches Scar*

Grian, holding a scooter: Scar! Can I go outside and play with this? Scar: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Grian, running outside: Thanks Scar! Scar, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Grian, clearly drunk: Scar, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Scar: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. Grian: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH!

Scar: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. Grian: Those are bones, Scar. Scar: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

Grian: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains… Scar: A ray of hope for me!

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Scar looks around at the wanted posters to see if they’re on any of them.* Grian: Scar, are you a criminal? Scar: Not here, I’m not!

Scar: I am literally evil incarnate. Scar: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Scar: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

Scar: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type. Grian, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Scar: Perfect.

Grian: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Scar: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Grian: That one. I want that one.

Grian: Scar, I… Grian: I love you! Scar: Not my problem.

Scar: You look good in that hoodie. Grian: You know where else I'd look good? Scar, zero hesitation: My bed. Grian, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Grian: How do I tell Scar that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

[cayleeuhithinknott]

valentine’s day with mean!chris.

heart divider: @bernardsbendystraws

pairing: mean!chris & sensitive!brat!reader

you should’ve known better.

you really should have.

chris isn’t the type to gush over sweet things. he doesn’t like romance movies, refuses to slow dance, and rolls his eyes when you send him sappy texts. but here you are, standing in your kitchen, covered in flour and sugar, meticulously decorating a batch of heart-shaped cookies just for him.

valentine’s day is today, and you want to do something nice. something thoughtful. something that makes him smile, even if it’s just for a second before he calls you annoying and messes up your hair.

so you spent hours mixing the dough, rolling it out, cutting perfect little hearts. some bigger, some smaller—because you know chris will complain if they’re too extra but also scoff if you give him just one. you even made the frosting from scratch, a soft pink color with tiny red sprinkles.

i mean, honestly, get gordon ramsay up in this hoe!!!

now, the cookies are done, arranged neatly on a plate. you glance at the time. chris should be coming over any minute.

the thought makes your stomach flutter.

you don’t know why you get so nervous over him. he’a your boyfriend. maybe because he’s unpredictable. sometimes he’s soft in his own way, pulling you into his chest with an exhausted sigh after a long day. other times, he’s a menace, teasing you until you’re whining for him to stop being so mean.

you hear the front door creak open.

“angel?” chris’s voice carries through the house.

your heart skips. “kitchen!”

he appears in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, his usual half-bored, half-annoyed expression on his face. “why does it smell like sugar exploded in here?”

you huff. “it’s supposed to smell good.”

he steps closer, eyeing the cookies on the counter. “…you baked?”

you nod, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “yeah..for you.”

his brows raise slightly, but he doesn’t say anything right away. he just stares at them.

“they’re heart-shaped,” he finally points out, deadpan.

your face warms. “yeah, i know. it’s for valentine’s day.”

he picks one up, turning it over like he’s inspecting it for poison. then, he takes a slow bite.

you wait, watching every microexpression.

he chews. swallows. licks a crumb off his lip.

you can’t take the silence. “well???”

chris shrugs. “it’s alright.”

seriously?

your shoulders drop. “alright?”

“a little too sweet,” he adds, but he takes another bite anyway.

your stomach twists. you wanted him to love them. to tell you they’re the best cookies he’s ever had. to—

“you’re pouting.”

your head snaps up. “i am not.”

he smirks, reaching for another cookie. “you totally are.”

you cross your arms, mumbling, “you could at least pretend to like them…”

he sighs like he’s dealing with a particularly difficult child, then grabs your wrist, pulling you closer until your hip bumps the counter.

“angel.”

you blink up at him.

he leans in, voice dropping lower. “don’t be stupid. i’d like to think you’re not that dumb. if i didn’t like ‘em, would i be eating a second one?”

you glance at the plate—he’s already halfway through the second cookie.

your lips part and you almost want to let out a soft relieved giggle, but before you can say anything, he brushes a crumb off your chin with his thumb. the gesture is fleeting, but it sends heat rushing up your neck.

“besides,” he mutters, mouth quirking up slightly, “you didn’t have to do all this. you know that, right?”

your heart squeezes at his unusually soft demeanor.

“i wanted to,” you whisper.

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. but then, in a voice so soft you barely catch it, he says—

“you’re sweet enough without all this.”

your breath catches.

this is not something chris would usually say.

he immediately ruins the moment by shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth. “but, like, seriously, cut back on the sugar next time. i can feel my teeth rotting.”

you groan, shoving his shoulder. “you’re impossible.”

he snickers, catching your wrist before you can hit him again.

but he doesn’t let go. chris’s grip on your wrist tightens just a little, enough to make you still. his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up, something sharp and knowing lurking behind his usual amusement.

“i’ll make it up to you tonight,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist. “and i promise, angel—by the time i’m done with you, you won’t have a single thought about these damn cookies.”

your breath catches. his smirk deepens.

valentine’s day just got a whole lot sweeter. even sweeter than those stupid fucking sugar-filled cookies.

a/n: he’s an asshole sometimes but we love when his soft spot shows 😌

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 5

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

You sat across from Joel with a hot fudge sundae in front of you on a picnic table out in front of the old Dairy Mart.

"What time do you get off work tonight?" He asked.

"Eight o'clock," you explained. "Is that too late for dinner?"

Joel shook his head. "Not at all."

"You gunna come by for your coffee?" You asked him with a little smile. He huffed a laugh.

"I'm filling in for a short shift from one to five at the garage."

"And then you get to make me an extravagant, Gordon Ramsay-worthy dinner," you teased.

Joel laughed again. "You're setting the bar pretty high." He folded his hands together and looked across the table with a lingering smirk.

You slid a hand on top of his. "What are you thinking of making?"

"Hmm.." he squeezed your fingers. "What do you want?"

"Well, it's going to be a chilly night. I feel like spaghetti and meatballs would be a nice, hot meal."

"I don't think I can screw up spaghetti." Joel let his thumb dance in circles over the back of your hand. "You.." he shook his head and looked down with another barely-there smile. It was contagious.

"What?"

"You just.." he shook his head again, "This is all still just surprising to me. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound like a broken record or anything, or weird about it."

"You don't sound weird." You waited until he looked back up to meet your eyes. "I honestly didn't think we'd end up here.. like this." You placed your other hand over the top of his. "But I really like being with you, Joel. A lot."

"I do, too." His eyes never left yours. Everything about Joel felt so intense. You were beginning to crave it. "When I'm with you, here like this, I'm not afraid of these people." He motioned to the random townspeople that were scattered about the place in two's and three's.

That might've been the greatest compliment you had ever received. You suddenly wished you didn't have to go to work; that you didn't have to part from him. Joel had set your heart and soul ablaze in the best of ways.

"Hey, you." A male voice interrupted the moment and you looked over your shoulder. Your ex, Officer Steven Hunter, stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Great. It's like the universe has to play cruel jokes on me, you thought.

"Hi, Steve." You edged a few inches away from where he stood close by.

"You, uh, whatcha doing on Halloween night? I mean I'm off that night and I was thinking-"

"We aren't together Steve."

"I know, but-"

"I'm with someone." You looked to Joel, holding his hand a little firmer.

Steve glanced over at him and then back to you as if he wasn't there. "I just thought-"

"I'm good." You said more firmly. "I'm with Joel."

When Steve went in for another try, Joel intervened. "She said she's good."

Steve stared at Joel and then looked over his shoulder at a few other cops who were still in line at the outdoor window. He looked back to Joel with a crooked smile.

"Joel Miller." Steve then returned his attention to you. "You father would be so proud," he said in a purposely demeaning manner.

You went to stand up but Joel beat you to it.

"We have a problem?" Steve asked him, putting his hands on his hips. "Hmm?"

"Joel, it's not worth it," you said, trying to deescalate the situation. "You owe me spaghetti remember?"

For whatever reason it seemed to alleviate some of the anger from his eyes. He took a deep breath, gave Steve a hard stare before glancing more softly at you and sitting back down.

Steve smirked victoriously and looked one more time at you. "You go to boogeyman when you can't sleep these days, huh?" He motioned to Joel once more, trying to get a rise out of one of you.

"You can leave now," you said, not even giving him the satisfaction of looking in his direction. Rather, you dug out a spoonful of ice cream from your sundae and extended your arm across the table, feeding Joel a bite. It was enough to send Steve on an exasperated walk in the opposite direction.

"Let her go be with that psychopath," you heard one of the other guys say as he returned to his buddies.

"He was a guy I dated like six months ago." You began to shake your head as you attempted to explain but Joel simply mirrored your gesture and extended a bite of his ice cream across the table.

"We all have a past," he said, "And you've been very accepting of mine, so I'm not about to judge." When he flashed a small smile you knew that despite the awkward, rude encounter, you guys were still good.

"Sorry."

Joel shook his head and entwined his fingers with your on top of the table again. "Nothing to be sorry for."

You swung your legs around the side of the picnic table and rounded it to give him a firm kiss on the lips. You hadn't quite gotten your fill before and the fleeting smooch only continued to make you want more when you sat back down across from him.

Joel couldn't keep a smile from his face now. It made you smile, too.

"What time do you think you'll be over tonight?" He asked, scraping the inside of the cylindric container with his spoon.

It suddenly dawned on you that you didn't know his address.

"Well, how far are you from the coffee shop?" You asked.

"Five minutes or so."

"I guess I'll be there at 8:05 then."

Your answer made his eyes lift to meet yours and he smirked again as he scooped out another bite.

"Alright." Joel pulled out his phone. "I'll send you the address. Go slow or you'll miss the driveway. My house is a little bit back off the road."

"Okay." You grinned, eager to spend some time privately with him away from the rest of the world. As you waited for Joel's text message you were also secretly texting Jessie.

I'm going over his house tonight at 8, you wrote, should I pack a bag?? Help! 😬

Immediately her response came back: YES!!!! Just don't get pregnant!

Your laugh out loud as you covered your mouth made Joel cock his head to the side as his eyes squinted at you. He wore a smile but in his eyes you saw he was intrigued as to what you were giggling at.

"Jess just sent me something funny," you admitted, sparing the details.

He continued to grin. "I just sent it to you."

"Great." The two of you finished off the last few bites of ice cream and then made your way to Joel's motorcycle, passing by a window that showcased Steve and his cop friends.

They all stared at you as you and Joel hopped on the bike. Despite their group stare, you had never felt more confident in your life.

Your arms wrapped around Joel and he placed one of his hands over yours just below his chest. Your chin rested on his shoulder and he eased the bike back out of the spot.

You reluctantly made eye contact with Steve for a brief second, though you couldn't contain a wide smile as Joel raced you off back to your house.

When you got there you couldn't hold back. You had only dipped your feet into all the lines you were fully prepared to cross with Joel Miller. For the first time you didn't care who was home, who could see you or anything in between.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss that left your head swirling and your body longing for more of him. It was smoldering and only ended when Joel chuckled and ducked his head back an inch.

"Save it for tonight," he breathed against you.

Oh, what a promise that was.

"Okay." You playfully let your teeth graze his bottom lip.

Joel ran a hand through your hair and kissed you again. "I'll call you later."

"Okay." Your arms lingered around his shoulders despite knowing you had to let him go - at least for the time being.

"8:05," he said.

You spoke quietly against his lips. "I won't be late."

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[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.14

Your finger tapped, slowly, taking in the scene before you as you sat on the couch, your chin resting on your other hand while Loki cooked.

Cooked.

With a smile on his face, he busied himself at the stove like a pro with the ingredients he gathered from the fridge and cupboards- truth be told you hoped it was still good.

''..your cooking skills are quite there..'' you broke the silence, having stared at him like he was something to be studied for a good 30 minutes now.

He glanced up at you with a grin before returning to his work. ''I learn from the best-''

''the most I've made was a sandwich. Your cooking as if you walked out with a gold medal from Gordon Ramsay.'' You say suspiciously as you shift in your seat.

''..I'm not sure who this.. Gordon Ramsay being is.. but perhaps I did pick up a few things last night on a program mortals use to watch lessons and.. other such things for entertainment.'' He explained sheepishly while you rose a brow.

''you know how to work a computer?" you asked, understanding that he was probably talking about YouTube.

''getting the computer to your destination wasn't quite easy when you are asleep, and you needed to sleep off the alcohol and drugs. I merely opted to carry you if need be to the things I needed to retrieve before returning you where it was necessary. It took quite a few hours but the program was quite educational.'' Loki explained as if it was the most normal thing to say as you took that in. by your silence, he added ''I've been to Midgard before in my lifetime and have picked up a few things on the technology.''

You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting off to the window as your brain pushed back those mixed thoughts and feelings to try to figure out this whole situation.

Sleeping with someone else would yes, end this stuck together thing, but it would also break his heart. Your soul mate's heart.. on the other hand, you cared for him, always have and didn't wish to bring yourself to hurt him while at the same time.. craved the independent life of not being so.. attached to the hip, so to say.

As you thought, your eyes slowly wondered back to Loki, seeing how he was comfortable back in his usual attire, most likely having cleaned it with light magic where his scent was less of Rogers. Not that you minded Steve's.. but everything about Loki was better when it was all.. Loki..

"darling, you're staring again.'' His voice brought you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump a little as he carefully placed the plate down before you with a small smile. ''are you still thinking about the whole thing?"

You quickly nodded and cleared your throat, scooting forward on the couch while he sat down beside you with the plate. ''yes sorry- ..what did you make?'' you asked curiously, feeling dumb when the food was right before you.

''I've noticed pasta is quite the easiest and favored meals to make so I decided that instead of the sauce one stereotypically would put over it, I would together a series of vegetables, avocado cooking oil, perhaps a few more things to make.. a pasta salad'' Loki struggled, having gotten comfortable on the couch, close enough where his thigh was ghosting against yours as you sat with your plate in your lap.

''thank you.. you didn't have to but I appreciate it.'' You said gratefully, taking a bite and tried to ignore his staring while you concentrated on the flavors. Half a second later your eyes widened as you gave an approving nod. ''you are quite the YouTube student, it's really good'' you tease, causing him to laugh as he begins to eat his own.

''it's quite helpful when one is outside the educational buildings, I'm glad you like it'' he said proudly and you couldn't help but notice him bopping his leg up and down- a stereotypical nervous habit one would do as the silence began to settle in the room.

''..you alright?'' you asked after a moment and he gave you a don't worry smile.

''I am well darling, I am just glad you seem a bit more like yourself. Sling is off, not so much of a hangover in sight, and-''

''Loki.'' You pry and his expression gets serious as he sighs.

''yes?''

''..what aren't you telling me?''

Loki stared at you, a stalemate as you slowly set down your plate without breaking eye contact. He didn't look ashamed but you knew he didn't want to tell you as you raised your hands up in a surrender position with a calm face.

''I promise.. I won't get angry..''

Loki took in a breath and exhaled out his frustration, his eyes lowering as if to give in before he waved a hand in the air. His brows furrowed in concentration and the walls around you both flicked with light briefly before loud banging could be heard at your door.

''open the fucking door Laufeyson!!''

You raised a brow at the sudden noise, getting up from the couch quickly as your body tensed and you could have sworn you recognized Steve's voice outside. ''Loki.. what did you do?..''

With a guilty look, he offered a small shrug as he glanced behind him at the door. ''..i may have used a silence spell to deafen the sound outside your home..''

Your body tensed as your eyes flicked to the door and back at him, your face straining to try to keep looking calm. ''and who is out there and for how long?"

Thinking a moment, Loki slowly set down his plate and rested his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward, avoiding your eyes like a submissive puppy. ''..Rogers and the Iron Idiot.. for perhaps over an hour.''

''Jesus Loki- why??" you gasped and quickly moved towards the door but Loki was quick to take a few steps back, making you teleport into his open arms as you grunted from the impact, his arms engulfing you.

''I wouldn't do that darling..''

''why ever not??'' you question with narrow eyes, shoving him away as you expected to hear even worse news.

''they aren't exactly here with good news-''

''you talked to them?? Where was I!?" you shouted.

Another sheepish look. ''I deposited you onto the couch while you were still asleep, conversed with them before slamming the door in their face. I then proceeded to use your computer before I took you in for your bath-''

You quickly shook your head, holding a hand up to stop him from talking more about the situation you still needed to wrap your head around before you pinched the bridge of your nose. ''..let me open the door.''

''if you wish I could merely tell you-''

''open the door.'' You said with a deadly look in your eyes, your wings puffing in while he sighed, his eyes narrowing as he yielded and followed behind you. Taking a deep breath, you quickly opened the door, only for you to jump back out of the way just as Tony blasted from his palm blaster. Thing is, Loki didn't expect it and hit him square in the best- being thrown back while you were jerked into teleportation with him.

Loki grunted as he landed on his back across the room from the front door, you reappearing and landing on top of him, swaddling his hips while your palms landed beside the sides of his head. Panting, your eyes widened at the sudden close contact, noses an inch apart before you felt your lower body rise up a little, feeling his bulge raise through his pants.

''Jesus is that why It took you so long to answer the door?!" Tony said in disgust, stepping into the house in his casual jeans and T shirt attire where he only kept apart of his armor on one of his hands. Rogers followed behind him, not looking happy.

''no- I was unaware of your presence'' you said quickly, your cheeks having heated up as you quickly rolled off him and got up, Loki doing the same as he quickly shifted to try to rid of the strain in his pants.

Steve glanced down at him and glared death into his eyes, earning a smug look from Loki.

''why? You both were-'' Tony started.

''he used magic to deafen the house because he doesn't like you. I was unaware of it all and no- we didn't.'' you said quickly, crossing your arms as you exhaled in frustration and shook your head to change the subject. ''what is it that you both need?"

''I can tell you what I want..'' Tony flirted with a smirk, making Loki tense and step between them.

''on with it Stark.''

''party pooper..'' Tony rolled his eyes before he waved his hand at Steve. ''we'll give you specifics, basically you both are moving in with me.''

''WHAT?!'' you and Loki said in unison.

Steve sighed and shook his head. ''we figured with him around again, it would be safer and wiser to have him under the roof of Avenger's tower- since you both are quite literally.. stuck, it's got to be both of you.''

''I don't need to be babysat-'' Loki growled, narrowing his eyes at Steve as he stepped closer. ''considering that he's here,'' he motioned to Tony ''it would seem you couldn't keep your mouth shut about all this-''

''your presence back on earth would have been found out eventually. If Fury was standing here instead of me, you'd probably going somewhere worse than the tower.''

''hey-'' Tony said defensively but Rogers continued.

''Fury doesn't know, just the current Avengers still residing under the roof. We don't need that kind of security and lock ups from SHIELD so we'll all keep you a secret.''

''like you have so far.'' Loki scoffed with an eye roll.

''you'll be safe. She'll be-''

''she's safe with me.'' Loki threatened, going chest to chest as they glared at each other.

''she's awfully quiet, what's on your mind Y/N?'' Tony interjected as you tapped your finger on your chin in thought, having blocked out the banter as your mind sorted things out before looking at Loki.

''..we can only do so much while we're stuck together, having extra help would make things easier.. and with extra heads around we could all perhaps find a way to go about this whole situation on what to do..''

''they are most likely not going to vote on keeping you stuck with me..'' Loki shook his head, a whine almost in his voice as he stepped towards you but you shook your head.

''we can at least try it this way, and I can resume work from Tony's computers at least. It will get bad if we keep trying to cope alone around here, if someone recognizes you and snitches, its back behind glass.'' You explain gently, your eyes telling him you were firm in this decision but with a please in the mix.

Loki stared at you, almost pleading back that he didn't want to do this. He hated being around the Avengers, they wont exactly welcome him with open arms. However, if doing this will make you happy- make you happy towards him, it would perhaps still heighten the chances of you staying with him..

''..fine.'' he sighed, slowly transforming himself back into the hot blond in a suit and was ready to go right then and there.

You gently took his hand, squeezing it and you offered him an encouraging smile while your cheeks reddened at his appearance. How could he look like a slightly different person but still be hot??

''I'll just have to grab a few things and we'll meet you by the car.'' You let them know and they give a nod, Tony holding back a laugh as he looked over Loki's new look.

''where's you gun James Bond?''

''below your chin if you don't change your attitude. I'm only doing all this for her.'' He snapped before taking your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom so you could gather your things.

Loki stayed quiet, keeping his arms crossed while he leaned against the door frame while you gathered a few clothes and bathroom accessories into a bag. You've stayed at the tower before, many times while you were on long term missions but having Loki there.. you knew there was going to be an off vibe and you'd just have to help encourage people he was good now..

You both didn't speak, Loki keeping his eyes adverted to the ground as he couldn't find anything to say. He knew your mind was set, and did his best not to look like he was pouting before he took your bag to carry it for you.

Opening the car door for you as well, he gave you a I'm alright smile and let you slide in, his eyes snapping to Steve who walked behind him and opened the driver's seat.

''I know what your trying to do.'' Loki hissed, keeping his voice down for only Steve to hear, making him pause with a raised brow.

''and that is?'' he said dryly, gripping the driver's door.

''just because you move her in closer to you does not mean she'll sleep with you. She's mine and will choose me.'' He growled before he slide in next to her and closed the door.

With careful eyes, Steve held back a scoff and got into the drivers seat, glancing in the rear view mirror to see Loki carefully watching him.

''buckle up kids, we're off'' Tony chimed in obliviously while your eyes slowly looked over at Loki who's jaw was tense and his eyes forward.

Reaching over, you rested your hand in his, feeling him slightly relax but he continued to try to burn a hole through Steve's head with his gaze.

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 6 (Juice x OC Fic)

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A/N: Chapter 6 is here! It's been literal months lol but here we are. Warning this chapter does contain talks of domestic violence, drug use and drug dealing. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4009 words

Ronnie huffed as she slammed her front door closed. Irritation coursed through her after Agent Stahl's little visit. Juice remained where he stood in the living room, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Got pretty shitty timing, huh?" he said. Ronnie laughed softly and shook her head. "Nah, don't worry about it. Clearly they don't have shit if they're pushing out to family members," she shrugged. She moved past him, their arms brushing lightly together, sending goosebumps across her skin. Ignoring the reaction, she opened her pantry and scoured for lunch items. Closing the doors she turned to Juice. "So, I don't have anything for lunch in the house. Not really much of a cook," she admitted, her skin feeling hot as the embarrassment washed over her. She was 28, wasn't she supposed to know how to at least cook a basic meal by now? Work and school has always been her priority, leading her to live off takeaways and microwave meals - she always tried to get servings of vegetables if she could.

Juice smiled and shrugged. "Wanna go to the supermarket and we can find something to make together?" he asked. She perked up, not expecting that suggestion. "Really?" she asked. He smiled, nodding. "Yeah. I'm no Gordon Ramsay but I can make a decent sandwich." 30 minutes later they dumped the grocery bags on her counter and began to unpack the ingredients. Fresh bread, different deli meats, lettuce and tomatoes as well as condiments other than ketchup were now lined up on the counter top. Juice began to slice into the loaf - he claimed that buying a fresh loaf whole and slicing it yourself was the secret ingredient to the perfect sandwich. Ronnie pulled out plates and laid out the slices as he handed them to her. She had never had this much fun in the making food before. Juice put her at ease so naturally. They laughed and poked fun at each other. Ronnie stood in front of the two plates with all of the ingredients now prepped in front of her ready to assemble the sandwich.

Suddenly, there was heat at her back as Juice stood behind her, crowding her against the bench. "Ok so, just start putting it together how you would like," he said, his breath moving over her ear gently. She held in a shudder. "How do you like it?" she asked, her eyes bulging as the words came out, the unintentional innuendo making her want the ground to swallow her up. Juice just laughed, the vibration reverberating through her back. "I'll show you how I like it, Ronnie," he said, making her stomach cartwheel. He leaned against her further as she watched him grab various elements to make his sandwich. She could only focus on his hands though, watching them move and flex, wondering how they would feel grasping her hips and ass… "Your turn," Juice said, snapping her out of her dirty thoughts. He from behind her to stand next to her, smirking as if he could hear every nasty little thing she was thinking.

She cleared her throat and began to make her own lunch, trying to remember the order he had picked things up. She topped it off with the other slice, smiling brightly at Juice. His heart skipped at the sight. "Looks good, rookie," he teased. They took their lunch to the living room and sat down, beginning to eat. "Oh my god," Ronnie said after the first bite. "That is really good bread." Juice nodded, smiling at her. "Told you." They finished their meals in silence, Juice leaning back and closing his eyes in satisfaction his hand on his stomach. Ronnie took the two plates back to the kitchen before rejoining him on the couch. "So," Juice started. "Wanna tell me why you need club protection?" he asked. Ronnie stilled and swallowed thickly. Her palms began to sweat a little and her heart rate picked up, squeezing her eyes shut just at the thought of Mark. Juice watched her intently, taken aback by her reaction.

"Hey," he said softly, moving over and resting a warm hand against her back. She couldn’t hold back her shudder this time, her senses in overload. "I'm sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don't want," his voice was close to her face and she opened her eyes, finding him a lot closer to her now. She dropped her gaze, landing on his lips before bouncing back up to his eyes again. This happened twice more, Juice's hand moving from her back up to cup the side of her head, his fingers pushing into her hair. Ronnie closed her eyes again and slowly pulled herself back from him. "Friends!" she thought. "Nothing more than friends." Juice followed her lead and put a little space between them, smiling sheepishly and swallowing. "Sorry," he mumbled again. Ronnie just smiled. "It's ok. I wouldn't say its club protection, more like Piney being stubborn," she laughed, trying to be as casual as possible.

Juice waited for her to continue. "My ex lives in Charming," she explained. "He's pretty much the reason I left in the first place. He was always a bit of a douchebag but when I we started our senior year of high school he dropped out and started dealing. He used before, but I never judged," she shrugged, looking down at her hands. "But it was when he started dealing that things got bad. He was selling to underage kids you know. Like 13 year olds. I didn't like that, I said so and he hit me. And then after he had done it once it became his go to 'punishment' whenever I did or said something he didn’t like. Which was a lot." Juice's face twisted in disgust. Dealing to kids was already shitbag territory but smacking people around, especially the woman you’re in a relationship with? Juice was surprised Opie hadn't already buried this guy. "Your dad and brother just let this happen?" he asked, unclenching his jaw.

Ronnie shook her head. "They didn't know for the most part. Mark made sure the bruises were in places I could easily cover up. He knew who my family were, he didn't have a death wish completely. Opie wasn't around much anyway, spent all of his time with Jax when he ran away from Mom's and came back to Charming," she swallowed the lump in her throat. "One day though, Mark forgot about his own rules and landed one right here," she pointed to her lower lip and Juice could just make out the smallest scar that he hadn't noticed before. "Split my lip so bad I had no choice but to go to the ER," she shrugged, huffing out an unamused laugh. "Tried to get Jax to take me but he just told Opie and dad. Fuckin' snitch." Juice inhaled deeply, letting her finish. "Piney and Ope started threatening to do all sorts of shit and I just… I couldn't let them. Made them promise that they wouldn't touch him. He's scum but he's not worth 25 to life. Opie wanted to take it to the club but he was only Prospecting at the time and somehow I managed to get dad to agree to drop it. But still I just knew that unless I packed up and moved to a different state, I would never really be rid of him."

Ronnie sighed and leaned over, grabbing her glass of water and taking a large gulp. Sitting it back down she continued. "So yeah, I left and went to school. Started to make a life for myself, stopped looking over my shoulder. But paid the price of missing out on 10 years with my family. And then Opie got released and my dad started hounding me to come back. So I did, hoping that Mark had moved on or something. But," she sighed again pursing her lips. "But?" Juice said, his eyebrow cocked. If this fucker had hurt her again he'd be doing some digging later that night. Hell, even if he hadn’t he would probably still do a deep dive on the guy, find out anything he could to potentially ruin his life. "But he's still here. When I left work the other day he was parked in the lot. Called out to me and then followed me for a few blocks. Freaked me out at the time but honestly, the whole protection thing is probably overkill. I'm sure he knows by now that dad and Opie know. He would have to be really dumb to try something," she said.

"Sounds like a real jerk off," Juice said, trying not to show in his voice how riled up he had become. The idea of anyone, let alone some piece of shit, laying hands on Ronnie made him seethe. Leaning over he lightly grasped her chin, running his thumb gently over the scar on her lip. Her mouth parted slightly as her breath hitched. "Not gonna let him touch you ever again," he said sternly, his eyes trained on her mouth. She smiled softly. "I can handle myself Juice," she declared, amused at how this usually fun and goofy guy had gotten so serious so suddenly - and over her no less. He just nodded, pulling his hand back and smiling. "I know you can baby," he winked, sending her into internal tailspins. She rolled her eyes and flopped back on the couch. "Don't do that!" she exclaimed. He laughed and sat back next to her. "Do what?" he asked teasingly. "You know what. We're supposed to be friends here and you're making it extra hard." Avoiding the obvious dirty jokes Juice continued laughing. "What? I treat all of my friends this way," he said, smiling down at her. "Mhmm," she said. "You call the Prospect baby?" she taunted. He poked her in the side. "Prospect ain't my friend."

Ronnie huffed out a breath, trying to blow a piece of her hair out of her face that had come loose. It wasn't sweltering hot yet considering it was only 9 in the morning but the physical process of removing all of the remains from the soil plus the coroners windbreaker she was required to wear out on a job was making Ronnie sweat. "Ok, last one," her boss said, placing a final bone - an ulna to be precise - into the third body bag. Claire Richards had been the coroner at St Thomas for nearly a decade and was a no nonsense, no bullshit kind of person. Which Ronnie liked perfectly fine. After working under her for a short amount of time, Ronnie could easily say she had learnt more than she ever had at her previous assistant position. She was honest and firm but never a total asshole in her management style. "Alright lets get these back to St Thomas and start IDing," Claire said, zipping up the bag and pulling her gloves off.

Ronnie grunted, pushing the last gurney into the van before running around and getting into the passenger seat. "I hope you don't mind what I'm about to say next," Claire said, making Ronnie arch a brow. "There's a good chance those bodies back there are bikers," Claire said, jerking her thumb back to where the bones lay in the bodies. Ronnie turned her head back, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that an educated guess or are you just making assumptions?" she asked, trying to keep any annoyance out of her voice. She knew the club delved into dark shit from time to time but to straight up assume immediately that this was their fault seemed like a bit of a stretch. "Those bones are old," Claire explained. "Like 15 years old. You would know that back in the early 90s the Mayans and the Sons had a couple of years of straight up violence. A lot of blood was shed. You saw those bullet holes right?" Claire asked, referring to the wounds found on the skulls. Ronnie nodded, chewing her bottom lip.

"Three sets of remains, bullets to the head and all old enough to match up to the dates. I'd say those are either Sons or Mayans we have in our van today, Veronica." Ronnie tilted her head. "You’re not even from Charming, how do you know all of this?" she asked. Claire tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as they passed the 'Welcome to Charming' sign. "I'm a morbid person I guess. And I like history." Ronnie turned her head to look out the window. Her stomach was unsettled and she felt anxious. She was 12 when the SAMCRO-Mayan war had started. And she knew that the Sons hadn’t lost as many as the Mayans - those they had had been given funerals. No one ever went missing, so the chances of the bodies being Mayans were high. Ronnie just hoped there was nothing to tie the club, especially her father, to it.

Ronnie chewed the tip of her pen, not taking her eyes off the paperwork in her hands as she walked down the hallway towards the morgue. The rest of her morning had gone quite easily with all 3 of the remains having identifiers that made finding out who they were much easier than she and Claire had anticipated. She pushed through the double doors still reading over the papers in her hands. The sound of a low two toned whistle made her freeze. Crossing her fingers that one of the bodies in the freezers hadn't suddenly become reanimated she slowly turned around, half relieved half taken aback to see Jax, Clay and Tig all standing around an open freezer, the draw with one set of the bones pulled out. She smiled awkwardly. "Um, hi?" she said. The men turned to face her fully, Clay's eyes narrowing at her suspiciously as if she was the one doing something she shouldn't.

Ronnie noted the wrench in Tig's hands, their intentions suddenly becoming clear. "No point in doing that," she pointed to the tool. "They've already been IDed." The three men all looked at each other in confusion. Jax yanked open the freezer next to him, grabbing the tag and reading it. His face dropped and looked up at Clay and Tig. Ronnie was rooted on the spot, unsure if she should be telling them to leave, leaving herself or - stupidly - standing guard at the door so all 4 of them wouldn’t be caught. "Lowell Harland Senior," Jax said, his voice low and cold. "This is Lowell's old man," he continued. Ronnie cleared her throat, getting the attention of the three of them. "I'm just gonna," she pointed towards the door and spun on her heel attempting to flee. "Veronica," Clay's voice had her pausing. Turning slowly, she looked at him. "Yeah?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"This ain't gonna be a problem, is it?" Clay motioned towards the opened drawers. Ronnie swallowed. She was pretty certain Clay would never actually hurt her but she knew that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't stop at anything to get his own way. She shook her head rapidly. "No, of course not." Clay nodded at her once. "Good girl." She smiled and fled the room, her skin crawling at his praise. She had never had a problem with Clay but she didn't find him to be as kind and approachable as John Teller. Turning the corner she leant against the wall, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Why the hell would Lowell Sr be tossed into an unmarked grave with Mayans? Mayans she was now certain had been put there by the Sons. Ronnie wasn't sure but she sure as shit didn't want to know more than she needed to.

Ronnie grinned as she hopped out of her car in her driveway, waving at Juice who was sat on his bike parked at the curb. "Man, am I glad to see you," she huffed out, her skin flushing at her sudden confession. Juice cocked an eyebrow. "Are you now?" he asked, strolling towards her and stopping only inches away. She nodded, smiling sweetly at him. "Rough day?" he asked. She huffed a breath. "You have no idea." She walked up the path and let them both into the house. "There's this thing on at the boxing ring this afternoon. You wanna come? Just as friends," Juice shrugged. Ronnie laughed softly. "Yeah ok. Fights?" she asked. "Bare fist boxing," he nodded. "Okay, let me get ready and lets go."

Ronnie smiled as Juice held his hand out to her, helping her get off his bike behind him. He pulled his helmet off and swung his leg over, standing up next to her. She stood and waited for him to help her take her own off, shivering a little as his knuckles brushed against the skin of her neck and chin. "You got family who ride and you can't even work your own helmet," he tsked, shaking his head teasingly. She softly drove her fist into his stomach in a light punch. "Those things are death traps," she pointed to his bike. "I hate going on them." Juice frowned. "You've never said anything to me," he murmured. Ronnie avoided his stare, smiling timidly. "Well I don't really mind it when it's your bike," she admitted. Juice grinned like a fool and threw his arm over her shoulders, guiding her towards the building.

Once they were inside they found a seat on one of the amphitheatre seats. They watched on as Half-Sack seemed to drop opponent after opponent. Tig, Bobby and Chibs, who Ronnie had yet to formally meet yet, were in his corner, yelling out advice - some helpful, some ludicrous. "I'm gonna go get a beer, you want anything?" Juice asked her. She nodded, reaching for her wallet but he grabbed her wrist. "I got you," he winked and turned to leave. Ronnie smiled, watching him leave. Suddenly, someone sat themselves in the seat next to her. It was a young woman, with reddish brown hair and a nasty cut across her nose with bruising around her eyes. She smiled at Ronnie. "You hittin' that?" she asked, pointing at Juice. "Excuse me?" Ronnie asked, furrowing her brow. "You his Ol' Lady?" the girl asked again, her eyebrow raised.

Ronnie scoffed and shook her head. "No, we're just friends. Why? You tryna hit that?" Ronnie asked, hoping she didn't sound as jealous as she felt. She and Juice were friends. He was a grown man with wants and needs, of course he could do what he liked with whomever he liked. But Ronnie couldn’t help the souring feeling in her stomach at the thought of him touching someone else. The girl laughed and shook her head. "Nah. He's mine," she pointed towards the ring and Ronnie's eyes widened. "The Prospect?" she asked. The girl smiled proudly and nodded. "I'm Cherry by the way," she held her hand out to Ronnie who took it and shook firmly. "Ronnie." Cherry turned back to face the match. "What happened to your face?" Ronnie asked.

Cherry turned to look at her with an amused expression. "A little forward, don't ya think?" she smirked. Ronnie shrugged. "No real way of asking politely is there?" Cherry frowned. "Yeah I guess not." Ronnie blinked and looked towards the match where Half-Sack was pummelling a man surely half to death. "The Prospect didn’t do that, did he?" she asked. Cherry shook her head. "Nah, Kip ain't like that. At least not with me," she motioned towards her battered nose. "Took a skateboard to the face." Ronnie's jaw hung open. "How the hell did that happen?" she asked. "Presidents Ol' Lady swung it at me," Cherry clarified. Ronnie sat back bewildered. "Gemma?" she was puzzled. She knew what the woman could be like when something pissed her off but a skateboard to the face? Seemed a little excessive.

"Yeah well, what happened on a run didn’t exactly stay on the run and I had to pay the price," Cherry shrugged. Juice came back with their beers, handing one to Ronnie. "Hey Cherry," he smiled at her. Cherry grinned back, her eyes darting between Ronnie and Juice. "Hey Juice. Pretty little friend you've brought along tonight," she jutted her chin towards Ronnie who tsked in slight embarrassment. Juice just nodded. "She is, isn’t she?" he nudged her gently with his elbow. Ronnie avoided his stare and watched the fight. Half-Sack was back in the corner being spoken to by Tig and Chibs. Suddenly, Clay appeared before them, giving Ronnie a fright, her smile slipping as she remembered what had happened earlier that day. He just smiled tightly at them both before moving to sit on the other side of Cherry.

"He's not gonna do it," Juice mumbled under his breath. "Huh?" Ronnie asked. Juice leant his head towards her so he could explain quietly, but nearly all of Ronnie's concentration left her head when the combination of his cologne and the leather scent of his cut washed over her. "Prospect is meant to be throwing this fight. But the little shit has too much pride I reckon," he explained, the low volume of his voice making it sound raspier, sending goosebumps skittering over Ronnie's skin and skimming up her spine. She nodded, knowing her numb tongue couldn't do its job right now. The fight started back up and Ronnie could vaguely tell that Clay and Cherry were talking. The Prospect was seeming to tire out and slow down, his opponent getting some good jabs in. Suddenly Cherry reared back before throwing her arms around Clay and kissing his cheek.

"Oh shit," was all Juice said as they saw Half-Sack zero in on what was happening before his rage began to refuel him and he started throwing punch after punch. Ronnie and Juice both winced as the guy got completely pummelled, Tig and Chibs racing into the ring to pull the Prospect off him. Ronnie and Juice recounted it later, laughing as walked up the driveway to her front door. "That guy is going to need some serious healing time," Ronnie said as she pushed her keys into the lock. Before she could open the door Juice grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, standing her in front of him. She looked up at him, confused. Juice leant in, making her gasp softly. His lips landed on her cheek, the corner of his mouth just meeting hers. He pulled away, delighted at the shock on her face and the sparkle in her eye.

He couldn’t help himself, he just wanted to touch her all over, and mark her as his. But they had decided on being friends for the time being so this would be as far as it goes. For now. "I really had fun with you tonight," he beamed, rocking back on his heels with his hands now planted in his pockets. "Me too," Ronnie hummed. "We should hang out more often. I mean, you’re at my place all the time anyway but it was fun to get out," she stammered, trying not to word vomit completely. Juice nodded, stepping around her to open the door. "I'm gonna head to bed, but there's beers and stuff in the fridge if you want. You're probably missing out on some club party just to come babysit me, huh?" she gibed. Juice just shrugged, his lips pursed. "I really don't mind. It's nice to be out of the clubhouse for a while. It's always so loud and crowded there." Ronnie nodded, smiling tightly. "Ok well, goodnight Juice," she wrung her hands together. "G'night Ronnie," he smiled, taking a seat on the couch. Ronnie walked to her room and closed the door leaning back against it, her hand ghosting over the skin he had kissed. Yeah, sure. Just friends.

[immoralimmortals]

that's fair! there isn't terribly much naruto daemon stuff, much less akatsuki

it's just fun if everyone had a companion and other people could see how you treated the "other half to your soul"

adds perspective? humanizes? or demonizes??

what are all or any of your akatsuki's favourite deserts? yes, including sasori or any of the others who are Less Than Human Now -- they used to eat them didn't they?

unless they don't like desserts, haha

itachi probably judge them a little lol

Yeah, I can see what you mean. Puts a new twist on putting your heart on your sleeve.

Desserts! I love desserts and trying new flavors of things.

Akatsuki member's take on desserts:

Pain/Nagato: Not a dessert man. I can't imagine him enjoying sweets very much, especially if he's been chronically deprived of the finer things in life due to his upbringing. He won't turn you down if you offer him a nice slice of cake, but don't take it personally if he doesn't finish it.

Konan: Same as Nagato but not as bad. She likes mild flavors for her sweets. It can't be bursting with sugar, nor can it be so fruity and tart it might make your mouth pucker. I bet she'd enjoy matcha flavored things, like mochi or taffy.

Zetsu: Frankly I do not entirely know what this man(s) thinks of regular human food. Your palette is a bit fucked up if cold bodies are your favorite taste. That being said, I think the funniest option is if he really likes ladyfingers for the pun alone.

Tobi/Obito: I know it's canon he likes dango. That probably gives a good idea of where we can take these headcanons. I think while he appreciates finer flavors, he's a sort of "I'll take what I can get" kind of guy, especially as his Tobi persona. As Obito, you'd have to catch him dead before he'll let it be known he has midnight snacks on the regular.

Hidan: Kind of hard to imagine liking sweets. I don't think he hates them, but he associates them with being childish. He'd eat out of boredom and nothing else.

Kakuzu: Earthy, tea or coffee or floral flavors. Rose turkish delight or tiramisu or dark chocolate dipped coffee beans. Maybe taro or ube flavored things. Desserts are a treat and not a necessity, and one he prefers to savor on his own. Do not invite this man to your ice cream social. He will not come.

Deidara: Fruit. Citrus and raspberries and mango and other such sharply flavored things. He'd love the shit out of watermelon or blue raspberry jolly ranchers. It has to be bold for him to enjoy it, which is a blessing if you're around overly processed American brand candy. I bet he'd like bomb pops, name not even involved in that. You KNOW he'd be obsessed with pop rocks. He'd put that shit on ice cream to make it less boring like how a dad takes out a packet of hot sauce "for more flavor".

Sasori: He doesn't eat, so I think he'd be entirely into the visual/artistic aspect of desserts. Macarons are a good example, he'd really enjoy the painstaking work involved with making them perfect. I think he'd also enjoy cake and chocolate sculptures, but much more to critique than to thoughtlessly admire. He would take no offense to using fondant, rice crispies, or wood planks to keep that art piece together. Edibility is not a factor. He and Deidara would gravely injure one another over this.

Kisame: I bet he really would like popsicles and boba tea. Strikes me as a cold dessert kind of guy, has to be something refreshing. I think honeydew would be a flavor he'd go towards, maybe coconut or lime. I'd take this man out to the boardwalk this summer for sure to split a drink or a stick.

Itachi: A gourmand. He can taste anything and know not only the ingredients but their rough (if not precise) ratio. He can analyze food like a DNA scanner can hair on an FBI tv show. You know he'd win any cooking competition involving guessing flavors. Gordon Ramsay would fall in love with this man. I know canonically it's dango, but I think the funniest favorite dessert for him would be the shitty near straight up powder sugar chocolates you can buy for Halloween.

[xoladydeadpoolox]

Continued from here

@lilladybayou​

Wanda as in the middle of cleaning the living room. Delegating herself to the task the day prior to let Tiana do most of the planning. She moved over where her fiancé in question was sitting to look at the wedding planner. “.....Let’s do Marigolds, Lilies and Baby’s Breath.” She suggested as she looked over the options. Honestly there were almost too many flowers to choose from. “Or swap out the marigolds for roses. Which ever one suits your tastes.”

[taz-ma-raz-skylar]

Taz for Nuit Magazine

TAZ SKYLAR

~Boiling Point is an amazing choral piece about the hi-strung competitive world of cooking. How was your experience surrounded such top-notch actors?

It was great to watch them work. Matthew McConaughey has a great quote, which is: “Be less impressed and more involved” and I just kept reminding myself of that. I was just focusing on being involved with the team and the process instead of constantly being impressed with who was in the room.

~What about the pressure of doing everything in one single take?

I do a lot of theatre, so that bit I was fine with. Just do whatever you can with what happens on each take. That’s all you can do. If it goes wrong, use it to your advantage and make something special out of it.

~What is your relationship with food and cooking?

My relationship with food and cooking is a nuanced one. I originally come from a Mediterranean country, so food is part of the culture in a very strong way. I always loved food and cooking. But through my early twenties I went through some pretty severe eating disorders. Anorexia and bulimia. And so I had to completely emotionally detach myself from food to get through it. For those who have had those disorders or even the ones going through it in some way now, you soon learn that it’s not something you can ever fully get rid of once you’ve had it… The best you can hope for is to manage it. And I do now. I’m proud of how far I’ve come in handling the demons that pushed me into the disorders in the first place. And now with Sanji I get to reconnect with food in a way that’s about finding the joy & pleasure in feeding others. Making sure that everyone is well fed. And finding new ways to even make the food I’ve been used to eating myself, taste and look better. Gordon Ramsay made a really good point in his masterclass which was, and I paraphrase, cooking is a skill that everyone should learn… it’s one of the only skills which you can literally use every day, three times a day (or more, depending on how often you eat). And I love how Anthony Bourdain put it too: “Everyone should at least know how to chop a fucking onion”.

~And now you are playing the legendary cook Sanji himself, in a live adaptation of the classic anime opera one piece. Feeling any pressure?

I wasn’t at first… Then I went through a few months leading up to the announcement where I did start to feel the pressure and the anticipation build up in a negative way. There was also just a lot to juggle. I was in Hamlet at The Young Vic whilst also doing two to three hours of Tae-Kwon-Do training a day + chef training after the show in the evenings and it was a lot to handle whilst also trying to keep my centre of gravity as a human… But now, I’ve reached a point where I’m just kinda like… “You’re just gonna do your fucking best bro” and whatever happens fucking happens. If I walk on to set thinking “how are people wanting me to play this” I’m bound to fail… If walk on to set thinking, “this role is mine now and I’m going to rip it to shreds and pour my heart and soul into it” I’m always going to be proud of it. Letting the pressure of expectations from the huge fan base mess with my head isn’t useful. Again the quote, “be less impressed and more involved”. I’m over it (the pressure that is), I’m just getting my head down and focusing on enjoying the training, the experience, the character, the source material, the new continent I’ve moved to for the shoot and the new family that’s just welcomed me in. The fanbase has been incredibly welcoming, don’t get me wrong… I have thousands of super sweet and lovely messages, filled with excitement for the show. And I’m immensely thankful for each and every one of them, but again – be less impressed and more involved… All I can focus on is what’s in front of me and all that’s in front of me is the task at hand.

~Sanji’s character is shaped by a very traumatic past, how do you relate to him?

Sanji’s a person who had to fend for himself from a young age and did so by becoming a master of his trade. Weirdly I’ve lived a similar life… I left home when I was fifteen and became an apprentice to surfboard builders. All of which resemble Sanji’s mentor Zeff in some way or another. And I learned to fend for myself through trial and error. This was all before I started acting and writing. His trauma and his reasons for leaving are the thing that drives his behaviour in adulthood… I have my own things I was running away from and which drive my own behaviour now… But we won’t go into those, that’s a whole other story.

~Trauma and its after effects seems to be a recurring theme in most of your work, especially your acclaimed play Warheads. Can you guide us through its impact on your artistic process?

It does seem to recur a lot. I don’t really have an answer. I think you can choose what to do with trauma (to a certain conscious degree). You can let it cripple you… Or you can turn it into the best thing about you. I think I just do my best tot turn it into something that pushes me, instead of holding me back.

~Do you think this has influenced your passion/attraction for extreme sports?

I don’t know if trauma is the reason I’m into extreme sports. But it probably has something to do with it. I have a very desensitised adrenalin response to most things. It takes me fifty jumps from a plane to have the feeling that most get from just one jump… All I know is that when I do get that buzz from a jump or that feeling of a flow state from something like surfing or climbing, my mind gets silenced and reset to it’s neutral position, giving me the base from which to re-evaluate problems and come up with solutions.

~Do acting and writing helping you cope with this?

Very much so. I haven’t had much time to write lately and I definitely miss it. Acting and writing, when it’s going well, are the only two non life threatening activities that also have the ability to silence my mind. When I’m in the zone, I can write for twelve or sixteen hours straight, without even thinking about it. I forget to eat. Same with acting… When you’re in a play and you’re having a great show, everything else around you stops.

~Where is Taz Skylar going next?

Emotionally, hopefully to a slightly more stoic place. Artistically, I wanna bleed on the jeans of my next character. Personal projects?There’s a couple of films I’ve written that I’m praying to god get a green light.

[bye-shou]

alban knox × sonny brisko (sonnyban)

characters : alban knox, sonny brisko

side characters : luca kaneshiro, yotsuha umise, maria marionette, mentions of shu yamino, ren zotto, ver vermillion, doppio dropscythe and scarle yonaguni

warnings : none it's a fluff

summary : alban starts crushing on someone on his first day. he decided to become friends with him. they eventually got closer & closer, and he asked alban out for a coffee date. he didn't expect what would happen though.

I WROTE THIS IN PUBLIC TO TRY AND FINISH IT BEFORE NEW YEAR. I MIGHT'VE BEEN SEEN BY SOMEONE BUT IDK (update I finished at home)

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it's alban's first day at college. recently, he just moved to a different country, causing him to have to move colleges. (i'm pretty sure that's not how stuff works but it's okay lol)

he and his family moved there for business with their full family.

there, he was welcomed by many friendly people, like a girl named maria and another guy named ren.

although he didn't expect to fall in love with another guy, his name was sonny.

"he had bright yellow hair, with white colored tips. his eyes were a gorgeous sky blue, and had fair skin." was how alban explained his new crush to his older brother, luca.

since luca went to the same college as him, he knew exactly who alban was talking about.

he & sonny got along very well, so luca knew lots about him. he offered to help alban get close to him, and maybe win his heart.

alban accepted immediately, wanting to try his luck at his love life.

alban never actually had a partner, sk he wanted to try dating for once. he would always get teased by his friend, uki, that he didn't have any bitches, and he wanted to change that.

luca taught alban whatever he knew about sonny, starting from what his favorite food is to his previous girlfriends or boyfriends, which he somehow didn't have any.

alban thanked luca. he said that he would treat him to lunch, wherever he wanted. he knew it was a bad idea, but no amount of money would be worth as much as how much luca just helped him.

then alban just went on with his day and did the usual stuff he did. read, play games, eat dinner, whatever he does before bed, brush his teeth and go to bed.

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04.30 AM

alban's alarm went off. alban woke up and rubbed his eyes, tired. however, he had to get up for college.

he slowly for out of his bed and went to he bathroom to freshen up. he washed his face with some water.

when he felt like his eyes were no longer glued together, he left the bathroom and made his way to he kitchen.

since his parents were out on a business trip, it was only his older sister yotsuha, his older brother luca, and him.

it turned out that his older sister had cooked for the 3 of them. she cooked them some eggs and bacon. although she wasn't the best cook, at least she could make them breakfast.

"yotsuha? when did you get up?" alban asked, a little confused. "oh, hey alban! i got up at 4 to cook for us." yotsuha said with a smile.

"you know you could've just let us cook, right? you didn't have to do this." alban spoke, a bit grateful that she wanted to cook for them though.

"it's okay! i'm way better at cooking than you guys. besides, who knows if the first thing i wake up to is the smoke detector going off? we wouldn't want that, would we?" yotsuha jokingly said, grinning.

"hey—! we're not that bad at cooking!" alban said, defending him and luca.

"if washing the flour is good at cooking, then i guess i'm the gordon ramsay in your standards." yotsuha joked again. alban just pouted and called for luca.

luca went down. it seemed like he just woke up earlier.

"oh? who cooked?" luca asked. "oh, yotsuha did." alban answered, and yotsuha just smiled. "really? pog! that looks good. good job!" luca was proud of yotsuha, even if she's older than him.

luca sat down at the table as they all dug in. the breakfast was definitely great. they all got ready for class and went together.

since they were all in different classes, they parted ways and agreed to meet during lunch and to tell each other if they had any plans.

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alban grabbed his books and made it to his classroom where he saw maria running to alban.

"hey alban!! how are you?!" maria greeted alban, she sounded excited. "hey maria. i'm good. you seem to be in a good mood today, what happened?" alban greeted back before asking maria why she seemed so happy today.

"oh! i heard that doppio and ver-senpai got together! you know, the third year in your brother's class? i'm really happy for them!" maria told him happily.

"oh! speaking of your brother, i heard from pomu that your older brother and shu-senpai got together as well? is it true? if so, then can you tell them i said congratulations?" maria added, telling alban the latest gossip.

"oh really? even i didn't know. guess i'll have to ask him myself." alban paused,

"hey, i have a secret to tell you. but you have to promise you won't tell anyone! okay?" alban added, whispering to maria. he wanted to share who his crush was to maria.

"sure! what is it?" maria wondered what the secret could be. it looked like she had sparkles in her eyes.

"i have a crush." alban whispered, blushing a little bit. "oh? who is it?" Maria whispered back, she sounded even more excited, wondering who this secret person is.

"it's a second year, sonny brisko. promise not tell anyone though!" alban gave out his pinky finger, signaling maria to pinky promise with him.

"i promise! i won't tell anyone! besides scarle though~ don't worry, she can keep secrets." maria winked.

"if you say so... but you can't tell anyone else! only her!" alban whispered. he trusted maria & scarle with his secret, hoping they won't tell anyone else.

they were about to talk before the bell rang. they decided they were gonna talk during break and went to their respective seats.

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the bell finally rang signaling lunch time is starting. the professor let them leave the classroom to go to the cafeteria, or wherever or whoever you need to go to.

alban and maria decided to have lunch with their own groups. alban went to the cafeteria to find his older siblings, and he spotted them near a table.

"hey guys!" alban shouted out, getting both yotsuha's & luca's attention. "hey alban!" luca & yotsuha said in unison.

"did you wait long?" alban asked, with luca & yotsuha shaking their heads as an answer.

they went to the lunch lady and got their lunches. they went to a table and ate together.

yotsuha & luca were just chatting, while alban was thinking about the information luca gave him yesterday about sonny.

he decided he was gonna ask sonny to be his friend later when they're about to go home.

after lunch, alban left the cafeteria leaving yotsuha and luca behind to get his books and go to his classroom once again.

it seemed maria hasn't came back from lunch yet, so alban just sat around and waited for class to start.

another few boring hours of class, and the college day ended. every student packed up whatever they needed and left the classroom when the professor dismissed them.

alban made his way to yotsuha's classroom, which is also where sonny's classroom is.

he saw that sonny hadn't went home yet, along with a few students. he bravely went up to sonny.

"h-hi! my name is alban knox. do you wanna be friends?" alban introduced himself to sonny.he stuttered a little during the 'hi', but hoped sonny wouldn't notice.

"oh, hi! i'm sonny brisko. and sure!" sonny introduced himself after alban introduced himself. it seems he didn't realized alban stuttered a bit.

"cool! nice to meet you!" alban said, happy that sonny wanted to be friends with him.

"nice to meet you too, alban." sonny said back, a little bit confused but happy that someone asked to be his friend.

it seemed they were both too happy to realize a few stares from the class, they weren't just normal stares though. they were stares that came from a few students who were jealous of sonny or alban.

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as time went on and on, sonny & alban became close friends. they hung out often and basically became best friends.

maria, scarle, and others who alban told sonny was his crush started shipping them together.

day by day, alban felt more attracted towards sonny. the more he got to know him, the most attractive he seemed to alban.

as for sonny, he never told anyone about his crush, which is alban. he also got more and more attracted to alban as time went on.

eventually, sonny decided to ask alban out for a coffee date. and of course, alban accepted.

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11:15 AM, 15 minutes before the coffee date.

alban got ready for the plans he had with sonny. he wore some casual clothing; a white shirt, some baggy beige pants, and a small bag where he can store his wallet and phone. he also wore some cologne.

yotsuha insisted that she wanted to do his hair, and alban didn't refuse since he knew that yotsuha would keep insisting.

she did his hair neatly, saying "ta da~!" when she finished styling his hair.

alban looked in the mirror, seeing his hair in a curtain mullet style.

he thanked yotsuha and said that he needed to go now. he grabbed his bag and went out to go to the cafe near their house.

when he made it, he saw sonny outside, waiting for alban. he called sonny's name and waved at him, receiving a shout of his name and a wave back.

"sorry to keep you waiting. did you wait long?" alban asked, worried if he made sonny wait.

"not at all! i just made it here a few minutes ago." sonny reassured.

"okay! let's go in, shall we?" sonny said, giving out his hand for alban to take. alban took his hand and they went in together.

"hello! welcome to umai cafe! i'm going to be your waitress, you can sit over here." the waitress greeted in a friendly voice, walking over to a table, signaling them both to follow her.

when the waitress seated them, she gave them a menu and patiently waited for them to be ready to order.

sonny ordered some ramen and alban ordered a dark chocolate mousse since he already ate something at home. the both ordered a portion of sushi to share.

when they finished eating, they talked about future plans and how their days have been going.

"hey alban... 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨." sonny said, surprised he didn't stutter. he was already nervous, and he didn't even say what he wanted to say yet.

"yeah?" alban said, wondering what sonny wanted to confess. he thought of a confession that he likes alban, but he just ignored that thought knowing he's probably not up to sonny's standards.

"ever since we became friends, i've always loved your company. i always loved how positive you are. i always loved how cute you are. i couldn't imagine how i would be right now if you hadn't asked to be my friend. but for some reason, ever since i met you, i could never get you out of my mind. i tried talking to some friends about it, and they all answered the same thing. so i've come to a conclusion. 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥." sonny confessed, glad that he didn't stutter. "oh, and if you don't want to, that's totally fine too. i understand, i'll get over it if you don't like me back." sonny added, feeling a little sad after.

"𝘪-𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰..!" alban said, blushing and immediately turning red after he said that, covering his face.

"you do..?!" sonny's eyes widened, not believing what alban just said.

"𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺-𝘺𝘦𝘴... 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.." alban added, blushing even harder. and it was obvious he was blushing.

sonny pulled him in for a hug, he felt like the happiest man alive right now. he couldn't believe it. 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘯'𝘴.

his crush just accepted his confession.

and he couldn't believe it.

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I completed it before new year !! Happy new year's eve and new years for some of you guys <3

[marshmallowprotection]

Positivity time!

I find myself in bittersweet moments really often in a fandom like this one, where a lot of people have come and gone in my little space online here, I've made a lot of friends I don't talk one on one with anymore but remain mutually with and I'm grateful for the memories and conversations we shared. I miss so many of them and get happy to see when they pop up on my feed on the rare occasion.

What have been some of your favorite "ups" about meeting people within the fandom over the years?

God, there's been a lot of them over the years. I have this fandom to thank for getting me out of a toxic, abusive relationship, for one. That is something I will forever be grateful for. I'm grateful for the game as well in that regard, because certain characters helped me reflect on a lot of self-sacrificial traits and how I should strive to value myself a lot more than I did. That's a kind of gratitude you aren't sure you can ever repay but you still try to every day because kindness spreads. A smile or act of kindness can change someone's life and you might never be aware of that fact.

There's been a lot of little moments, too. Like, camel V is one of those jokes. I use MM bots on Discord and one time I used the wrong proxy to prompt my bot, and I hit "camel" instead of "camera" for V, and I'm afraid that's how that meme was born.

My western AU is also a byproduct of me joking around with folks in the fandom about Unknown's boots and then I made a full blown AU for it just to prove that I could do it, and it's one of my most cherished stories to date because of all the interaction and engagement it got! I still get people sending me messages about it to this day. I love when someone shows me their MC drawn as the reader-insert.

God, I love it when that happens for any reader-insert story. Please, if you ever draw your MCs in my stories, tell me, I want to see it. I love it because you never know how someone imagines their character. I love seeing people's characters and the love they put into them.

There have been a lot of stand-out moments and it's hard to pick just a few of them. I've spoken to all kinds of people, and I find peace with the thought that writing something for them made a difference in the long run. I know that's not going to fix something for someone, but I know that being told someone really loves you, especially your very favorite character, can help you after a horrible day. It's the little acts of kindness, you know? I've had people tell me before that made their day and it makes my day in return.

I just love being in this community because we get to inspire each other and thrive in what we love. Yeah, we're bonding over a game, but that bond can run deeper when you see the labor of love others put into what they're creating for it. I am always so proud to see so many fans shamelessly enjoying creating things they love, those are my favorite moments. When I see someone make something without hesitating or feeling afraid of being "cringy."

Make Saeyoung a catboy. Put V in a maid dress. Draw Jumin playing LOLOL with Yoosung. Put Yoosung in a room with Gordon Ramsay. Have Zen enter any of your favorite musicals to see what he might be! Design cakes for Jaehee at her bakery and be the first one to eat them! Go on a picnic with Saeran. Roller skate your way into Vanderwood's heart. Woo Rika with your sticker collection! There's no limit to what you can do!

[me-and-your-husband]

So I had misread your original post and thought you were asking to send blurbs for you to read about not writing. So sorry!! But if you do still want to write something I wouldn't mind Joel x reader, please. 💕

honestly, i should've been more specific in that post 😭 seriously i am so out of it. 10+ hours today of this stupid inquiry report for class + a nasty cold + like 3hrs of sleep is probably not my favourite mix

upon further inspection, i should've been able to tell that it was a blurb to read. i should've been able to deduce that from literally the first sentence...once again, unbearably out of it. that was my first blurb that someone actually sent in for me to read + respond to!! i'm actually kind of excited about it. let me respond to it here:

"Here is a blurb for you—the morning after your first-time sleeping together, breakfast in bed, made by Joel. The man can't cook, but you would still eat anything he made you because it's his way of showing he cares about you. Ellie, however, would fucking make you a gourmet meal. Complete with fresh fruit and heart-shaped pancakes. All in a no-outbreak setting. 💕"

you're so right on this. responding to the joel bit first, all of the pancakes he made are somehow burned. he has no maple syrup (im canadian so i take this shit SERIOUSLY. personal offence). he cannot crack an egg for the LIFE of him, but he tries nonetheless. the bacon is either burnt or raw. the only thing he can make well is coffee, and damn is it good. he ends up just taking you to a cute little café and treats you there. he can't help but gaze at your morning-after-glow and start making plans with you for the rest of your lives in the back of his head.

ellie. sweet, wonderful ellie. she comes out of NOWHERE with gordon ramsay's talent and skill. she diced up some hash browns with immaculate spices. she makes the most delectable french toast ever, drizzles it in the perfect syrup, putting berries on top. my mouth is actually watering to think about it. her eggs are perfect, and she can make them in any and every style. she wants to go all out, showing you how much she wants you in her life, more than just what you did last night. her love language is acts of service tell me i'm wrong.

i'm finally going to bed, but there'll be another joel drabble out in the morning...