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izvmimi · 2 years ago

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love is here - izuku x reader, all might x inko

cw: fluff, smut, domestic, valentine's day content. bkg with mentioned female partner. pregnancy mention. minors dni. summary: you and Izuku decide to celebrate another couple's love this Valentine's Day. a/n: a repost from last year's valentines' day fic because i still think it's cute. features 1 terrible joke.

��Red or white?”

While checking the chicken cutlets still browning in the oven, you reflexively call out in reply,

“Red. Has to be red.”

“Of course.”

Closing the oven door, you glance over at Izuku who is hunched over in the glass cabinet in the portion of the living room you can see from your vantage point, and hear the clinking of glass bottles as your husband rummages through your admittedly small stores of alcohol. He pulls out a classic Pinot, and you recognize it as the pretty expensive one Bakugou and his wife (well mostly his wife, really) offered you months ago when you’d first moved into this new home.

“This one?” He asks.

You tilt your head slightly, pondering. “Does your mom even like red wine at all?”

“I’m actually not sure,” he thinks, frowning as he attempts to recall any time he might have caught her drinking.

You purse your lips. “I think we have a Riesling in there. It’s sweet, she might like it,” you ask, before turning back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the dinner items.

Taking a glance at your phone, you check to see if Toshinori has replied to your text message requesting his ETA. The last answer you have from him is a sticker of his own face giving you a thumbs up and it makes you stifle a laugh. It kills you every time he does it, truly Dad behavior.

As Izuku rounds the corner of the kitchen island to place the bottles within a decorative ice bucket on the dining table, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, but then you remember his earlier deceit and shake your head.

“I cannot believe you told Inko I was pregnant!”

He rearranges the bottles as well as a large bouquet of red, pink and white roses with a devious grin on his face, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just a little white lie.”

“Villain,” you mutter under your breath just as your timer goes off. He laughs out loud.

The next few moments involve you laying down two fine placemats across from each other, your nicest china, far too much cutlery (based on a guide both of you read about fine dining), and sparkling crystal glasses. Herbed chicken parmesan, steaming buttery lobster, roasted brussels sprouts, garlicky mashed potatoes, and angel hair pasta lightly tossed with olive oil and stewed grape tomatoes are set on the table along a light salad. You remembered something about All Might liking Western food and wondered if this was what he was thinking of.

Then you suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh noooo, he doesn’t drink!” you exclaim. Before you can scramble for non-alcoholic options, Izuku has placed a particularly decorative container of sparkling water on the table.

“Just ahead of you,” he says. Always ready to save the day.

Water seems a little lackluster for a romantic dinner, you consider grumbling, but the table looks so beautiful by now that you decide not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good.

“Everything looks amazing!” You announce, clasping your hands together. Izuku agrees and starts the music while you lower the lights, a very light jazzy mix, and as though right on cue, you hear a knock on the door while Izuku begins to light the red and pink candles one by one.

It’s Inko.

She’s dressed far nicer than you usually see her, green locks fully down for once, and you can tell that she’s taken her time to actually perform the skincare routine you’d recommended for her. In fact, you consider that her skin looks a lot healthier than yours and it brings you joy. There’s even a tiny bit of blush she’s applied to her cheeks and a touch of lipstick. The greatest thing she wears however, aside from her coral pink sheath dress, is a wide smile.

“___, congratulations!”

Your mother-in-law envelops you into a hug and for a moment her genuine unbridled joy makes you feel bad that Deku had come up with such a bad lie. You mentally remind yourself to scold him later a second time as you hug her back.

“I- uh… Yeah!” There’s an awkward laugh you let out as she pulls back and holds you by your arms, small tears of joy forming in her eyes. Your stomach turns.

“He told me there would be pictures so I dressed up and-” she starts, but by this time Izuku senses your discomfort and swoops in between you to give his mother a warm hug, then leads her to her seat.

Inko is asking so many questions - How many weeks? Have we thought of names? Are you doing okay? Are you nervous? - that she doesn’t realize her son has sat her down and unraveled a napkin to place on her lap. Nor has she noticed that there are only two placemats laid out, or that you have just gotten a text from Toshinori that says he’ll be there in five minutes.

Smiling as Izuku stands besides her and deflects all her questions, you wonder if all of this is ethical. You may be teasing Izuku for his lie, but you’ve also told All Might that you were surprising Izuku for his birthday and throwing a party.

“That’s five months early?!” He’d asked on the phone.

To which, you sang, “That’s why it’s the perfect surprise!”

You’d given him too short of a notice to ask too many questions, and it worked out perfectly well because you could hear a second knock on your door.

As Inko’s eyes flitted to the door, her frown made it clear that she was realizing something was fishy.

“Am I missing something here?” she started, but before she could press further, All Might all but burst through the door, in powered up form and in a finely pressed shirt and tie, with his signature catchphrase -

“I AM HE-”

He stops abruptly, blinking back and forth as he searches the room significantly lacking in people, slightly dark with mood lighting, and his eyes finally settle on Inko.

And he realizes just before she does.

Inko gets to her feet quickly, immediately apologizing at the squeak of the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she scoots back, but points at All Might.

“You are-”

“Here,” they say in unison.

All Might nearly chokes as he powers down in a poof and slightly entertained but holding in your amusement, you pat his back, leading him to the seat across from Inko, who is being settled right back into her chair by Izuku massaging her shoulders.

“You tricked me,” Toshinori mutters helplessly under his breath, and you nod sweetly.

“Of course I did, All Might,” you say, patting his shoulder. He gives you a sharp glare behind him, meant to intimidate but failing miserably, then turns back to stare down at his plate.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s going on here. You can see the redness on Toshinori’s sallow cheeks and it actually stirs your heart a little.

Izuku turns down the music from the speaker set on the bar for just a moment before clasping his hands together.

“Yes, so we lied!” He announces. “But!”

He pauses and points to the spread before them. “____ did a lovely job today with all the cooking, and we wanted to spend this Valentines’ Day focused less on us…”

With this, he takes hold of your hand and squeezes it and you can’t stop the warmth that builds in your own face.

“… and on the two of you.”

Inko gives Izuku a look that is something like a pout but she stays seated. All Might on the other hand shifts almost uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, and for a split second you wonder, standing close to Izuku and whispering, did we go too far? in his ear, if All Might will end up leaving and making the whole ordeal genuinely uncomfortable.

But then, he clears his throat.

“M-Midoriya-san, you look lovely,” he says definitively and almost in unison, you and Izuku’s hearts skip a beat. You’re probably boring a hole in Inko’s forehead at this point as you wait for her reply, and just to make sure you don’t continue to stand there creepily you nudge Izuku to start pouring drinks.

“Thank you,” she says after a pause. Her voice is gentle. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

You almost knock over her glass of red wine in surprise and Izuku’s eyes widen in your direction, but he himself is dangerously close to overflowing Toshinori’s glass.

You make a face and he catches himself. You both agree that it’s time to leave.

After describing the menu lightly, the two of you let them know that you’ll be returning in a couple hours and have reservations of your own. Inko mutters something teasing about being cheap to one’s parents but heavily compliments the food regardless. You notice her generously spooning pasta onto Toshinori’s plate and his distracted look as he focuses on her face.

This ship will sail, you think.

“The car’s waiting for us,” Izuku points out, grinning, as you run over with a last glance at Izuku’s parental figures. He helps you put on your coat, and you hug him tightly as the door closes behind you.

…

By the time the two of you return, it’s fairly late. You’d been polite enough to send a message to Inko and ask her if she needed more time, and she had asked for 45 more minutes, to which Izuku responded with sheer delight.

“She’s been lonely for a while to be honest,” Izuku mentions as you make it up the elevator. “I wish I had realized it earlier.”

It must have been different for Izuku who had met Toshinori young, when the wistful look had not been present in Inko’s eyes, but you’d sensed it the first time you saw Inko and All Might interact. A little something, that was subtle and polite and respected boundaries, but ever-present and shared. Was it their shared hope for Izuku’s growth? Was it something more than that? You would never truly know what it was that engendered that affection but it didn’t really matter.

What did matter was that when you finally returned, All Might’s hand held Inko’s gently across the table. He did retreat rapidly once he saw the two of you and you only pretend to bounce your eyes for privacy.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Izuku asks cheerfully, as he clears the dishes and the leftovers for them. The Riesling is nearly gone, you notice, and you wonder if All Might had ended up helping finish off the bottle.

“Absolutely!” They say in unison, then look at each other again, and you can see that gentle fire between them that rivals the still burning candles surrounding them.

“Good,” you reply. Very good.

You sit down at the table with them and share in gentle commentary and a little bit of banter before the two are ready to make their exit and relish in the genuine smile on Inko’s face.

She’s cute when she crushes, you think. It’s another side of the lovely woman who made the one you love, and you can’t wait to tease her about it later, if only to get back at her for the fact that before the “real” adults leave, they admonish you for lying.

“Pregnancy?! How could you lie about something so serious, Young Midoriya?!”

All Might is genuinely in shock as he stands in the doorway and for once Izuku actually is a bit embarrassed because his mentor’s face is so intensely disappointed that there’s not much he can say in response. He scratches at the back of his neck.

“See, the kids were polite enough to give you a lie that was far less grave… however, how could you seriously believe in a 5 month early surprise party?” Inko asks, slapping All Might with her handbag. He makes an exaggerated pained sound, as though she knocked the wind out of him and she laughs, linking arms with him before they leave.

“Thank you again for dinner,” they say and the two of you beam.

“Our pleasure,” you say in unison then laugh.

—

It takes the changing of clothes into bare skin and soft lingerie, gentle necking between satin sheets and far too many rose petals to completely distract the two of you from the events of earlier today. You are comfortably nestled in Izuku’s arms, legs tangled with his and face pressed into his bare chest until he stirs suddenly.

“Oh my God.”

Izuku shoots up straight like a board and you can practically feel the sudden sharp panic run through his entire body. He’s muttering something unintelligible under his breath and you give him a look of confusion until he finally speaks.

“What if he Plus Ultras my mom?”

“… What?” You repeat, incredulously.

He clutches his head dramatically.

“H-he’s going to have sex…with my…” his mouth falters.

You gasp when you finally realize what he means, then pause for a moment before bursting into genuine rip-roaring laughter. Izuku stares at you in continued distress as you end up in tears, covering your face with a pillow, peeking up at him, then laughing even harder at the pallor in his features.

“You have to be kidding me?! This just occurred to you now???” You crumble into another fit, kicking your legs this time into the mattress while Izuku is frozen as still as a statue.

He might as well be shell-shocked.

A few moments pass as you try to recollect yourself, and maybe acceptance has finally set in because he mutters under his breath something about this whole ordeal possibly being a mistake, but nevertheless pulls you to face him, cupping your face in his large hands.

“Just don’t think too hard about it,” you whisper, pushing your hand through his locks, gently rubbing the back of his head.

He sighs into your touch.

“If I do, I’ll probably lose my boner,” he says, pursing his lips to the side. You laugh again and he eventually melts into a smile, and kisses you on the nose.

As he pulls back, his demeanor changes into something more smug, a tease. It’s the type of look he has when he’s about to be lewd and it’s a sudden shift but you welcome it.

“What?”

His eyes lower to your lips again, and he bites your lower one, then pulls back slowly.

“You know how I got in trouble for saying you were pregnant?”

“For lying,” you corrected him, with a raised eyebrow. He dips down and bites your upper lip, slower and more sensual this time. The sting of the bite has you wanting for a little more than just kisses, and he’s well aware of it.

He trails a finger up the curve of your thigh then rests his hand on your hip. Rubbing gently, he whispers, tone low and rich.

“What if we made it true tonight?”

Your throat dries and you swallow hard. He takes it as a yes and hooks a finger around the crotch of your panties, then another finger rubs up and down your slit. He stops right at the entrance to your pussy and presses inward. You wince.

A thumb finds your clit and his lips find yours again. There’s a deeper kiss this time, and he pulls back once again.

“What do you think?” He asks, and the fact that he is starting to take more strained breaths is not lost on you.

“Are you sure you can guarantee that in one night?” He’s far too confident, and you do like to shake it teasingly, once in a while.

“It’s not like I didn’t do the math,” he says. “You should be right around ovulation based on the last time I did a tampon and ice cream run for you,” he insists.

His fingers are still working and you gasp as he adds another.

“Izuku…,” you moan.

“I just need to cum inside you,” he insists, and with that he shifts so that he’s on top of you, hissing into your ear as your back arches and his hands pump.

“Once, twice… maybe ten times,” he says, with extra emphasis on the word ‘ten’, his fingers freeing themselves from the hold of your walls. You already miss the sensation of him inside you, and you grip his shoulders tightly.

“How’s that sound?” He asks, watching the lowering of your eyelids and the parting of your lips, your green lights.

You tense as he dips down to take a breast in his mouth, then relax, wrapping your arms around the expanse of his muscled back.

You don’t mind giving birth to a Scorpio.

“Let’s make an honest man out of you,” you murmur into his neck, bracing yourself for his first glide in.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #all might x inko #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's valentines #mimi's notes

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angelispunk222 · 5 months ago

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ꕤ private dancer two ꕤ

“Angel lives a life she didn’t choose, She despised it actually. In a gritty world filled with danger and uncertainty, Y/N, a determined young woman working as a stripper to make ends meet, finds an unwavering protector in Joel Miller. Joel, a rugged man with a gentle heart, dedicates himself to ensuring Y/N’s safety, becoming her anchor amidst the chaos of her life.”

joel miller/stripper!reader

enjoy!

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find Joel still sitting beside her, his gaze unwavering. He offered a gentle smile as she woke up, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face.

“Morning, angel,” he said softly. Going in for a soft kiss on her cheek

“Morning,” she replied, stretching. “Did you stay here all night?”

He nodded. “Couldn’t leave you alone. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

She sat up, her heart swelling with gratitude. “You didn’t have to do that, Joel. But thank you.”

He gave a small shrug, his eyes serious. “It’s no trouble. You’re worth it.”

After a quick breakfast and a promise from Joel to return that evening, he headed out to take care of some business. Y/N spent the day trying to focus on her tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Joel and his unwavering dedication to her. She couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of appreciation for the man who had become her protector, her anchor in a turbulent world.

When evening rolled around, Joel returned, carrying a bag of groceries. “Thought I’d make us dinner tonight,” he announced, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter.

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “That sounds wonderful.”

As Joel busied himself in the kitchen, Y/N couldn’t help but watch him, admiring the way he moved with a quiet confidence. Despite his rugged exterior and the dangerous world he navigated, there was a gentleness to him that she found incredibly endearing.

Dinner was simple but delicious—pasta with a rich, homemade sauce and a fresh salad. They ate together at the small dining table, the conversation flowing easily as they shared stories and laughed over old memories.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, a comfortable silence wrapping around them. Y/N leaned against Joel, feeling safe and content in his presence. As the night wore on, the weight of the day began to pull at her, and she found herself drifting off to sleep once more.

Joel gently shifted her so she could rest more comfortably, his arm around her shoulders. He watched her sleep, his thoughts a mix of worry and determination. He knew he couldn’t protect her from everything, but he would do everything in his power to shield her from the worst of it.

A sudden loud noise outside shattered the tranquility, snapping Joel to attention. He carefully moved Y/N aside and went to the window, peering through the blinds. Seeing nothing, he quietly made his way to the door, ensuring it was securely locked.

Returning to Y/N’s side, he gently shook her awake. “Angel, wake up. We need to be on alert.”

She blinked sleepily, confusion giving way to concern as she registered his tone. “What’s going on?”

“Not sure yet, but I heard something outside. Stay close to me.”

She nodded, her trust in him unwavering. They moved to a safer spot in the apartment, Joel keeping his senses sharp. Minutes passed in tense silence, but when no further noises came, he began to relax, though he remained vigilant.

“Think it’s safe now,” he said softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Y/N clung to him, her heart still racing. Shock still lingering on her face..“Thank you, Joel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He held her tightly, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “You don’t have to worry about that, darlin. I’ll always be here for you.”

Joel pulls y/n in by the waist holding her tightly as he wraps his arms around her tiny frame, giving her a kiss on the forehead. His head filling with the worst scenario’s he could ever imagine..he would rather be dead than to not provide and protect Angel.

Y/n slowly closes her eyes as her breath slowly drifts off to a normal rhythm..she has so much to say about to run off of the tip of her tongue but her brain won’t let her speak.

They returned to the couch, but sleep was elusive for both of them. Joel kept a watchful eye on the windows and doors, his protective instincts on high alert. Y/N, sensing his tension, tried to stay awake, her hand resting on his arm in silent support.

As the night slowly turned to dawn, Joel finally relaxed, the immediate threat seemingly passed. He looked down at Y/N, who had dozed off again, her trust in him absolute. His heart ached with the depth of his feelings for her, and he knew he would go to any lengths to keep her safe.

With the first light of morning filtering through the curtains, Joel gently kissed her forehead. “Sleep, angel. I’ve got you.”

In the days and weeks that followed, Joel remained a constant presence in Y/N’s life. He took her to and from work, always ensuring she was safe. He spent countless nights watching over her, his protective instincts never wavering. Despite the dangers of his world, he made sure she had a sanctuary, a place where she could find peace and safety.

Through it all, Y/N grew to understand just how much Joel cared for her. His actions spoke volumes, his dedication unwavering. She knew she was more than just someone he needed to protect—she was someone he cherished deeply.

And as the days turned into months, Joel and Y/N forged an unbreakable bond, built on trust, respect, and an unspoken promise to always be there for each other. In a world filled with darkness and danger, they found light and safety in each other’s arms, knowing that together, they could face anything.

#pedro pascal #din djarin #joel miller fanfiction #kingsman the golden circle #pedro pascal characters #agent whiskey #joel miller #the last of us #stripper!reader #fluff

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inutoaluv · 3 months ago

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Day 2 of @bunny-is-cute AppleHuskerDust Week: Date Night For 3

Husk was getting ready for the date he'd arranged for his boyfriends Angel Dust and Lucifer Morningstar. He was currently wearing a gold trim tuxedo from his Overlord days. He spritzes on his favorite cologne and starts to head up to the roof of the hotel, where he'd arranged for his boyfriends to meet him for their date.

Once on the roof, Husk prepares the catered food on a table he'd brought up earlier that day when Alastor hadn't needed him. With a final touch, he lights the candles and settles in to wait. A few minutes later, Angel and Lucifer arrive.

Angel was wearing a sparkly gold dress that came down to his ankles. The dress itself was low cute to show his chest fluff and was skin tight. On his feet were matching gold high heel boots. Angel was wearing a string of faux pearls and his makeup was clearly visible.

Lucifer was wearing one of his usual white suits. His hair was slicked back and his apple cane was nowhere in sight. He fidgets, seeing how fancy Angel and Husk are compared to him.

Husk walks over to Lucifer and kisses his cheek. “You look perfect. Just the way you are.” He reassures.

Lucifer relaxes and blushes gold at the kiss before smiling brightly. “Thanks, Husk. You always know just what to say to help me or Angel feel better.”

Husk grins at this before gesturing to the table. “Ready to eat?”

“What? I don't get a compliment on my outfit, Husky?” Angel asks, teasing lightly with a grin.

Husk snorts and smirks back. “Your outfit and you are hot and you damn well know it, Angel.”

Angel chuckles as he and Lucifer take their offered seats. Husk gets a bottle of wine and pours them a glass each. Angel looks on in awe at the Italian food Husk had had catered. The wine Husk had chosen was commandaria wine, the oldest known in the world.

Lucifer takes a sip of wine and looks at Husk in surprise. “Commandaria. You found a bottle?”

Husk chuckles as he dishes out the food. “Yeah. It wasn't that hard. Only took a bit of research too.” He answers as he places plates in front of Lucifer and Angel before sitting down to eat.

“After we eat, how about heading to my mansion and binge watching movies?” Lucifer suggests before biting into a piece of eggplant parmesan.

“Husk's favorite is The Godfather.” Angel informs as he digs into a bowl of Fettuccine Alfredo.

“Alright. I like that plan. Binging The Godfather trilogy after dinner at my mansion.” Lucifer says.

Husk smiles as he eats his grilled plum and pancetta panzanella salad, looking forward to watching his favorite movie with his favorite people. Angel takes a sip of wine and hums in surprise at the flavor compared to his pasta. Lucifer chuckles at Angel's reaction as they all eat.

After they finish eating, Husk gathers the dishes to send down to Niffty later on and blows out the candles. Lucifer stands and stretches, taking a moment to let his food settle before they head out. Angel sits back and sighs in content.

“Whatever place you got the food from, Husk, I definitely approve! They make real authentic Italian food.” Angel comments.

Husk grins at this. “Good. Glad you liked it that much. That place will be my go-to, then, for when any or all of us want Italian.”

Lucifer chuckles before creating a portal to his mansion. “Ready to go?”

Angel and Husk stand, Husk cracking his back. Angel steps through first, followed by Husk. Lucifer follows after them, the portal closing behind him. They step out into the home theater of Lucifer's palace mansion.

“I'm gonna go get changed out of this.” Angel says as he heads to their shared bedroom.

Lucifer looks at Husk. “Did you want to go get comfortable too? We can even make it into a pajama date.”

Husk hums in thought before nodding and kissing his cheek. “That's a great idea. Be right back.” He says before following Angel.

Lucifer sets about turning on the screen and putting on the first movie. He snaps his fingers to instantly change into duck themed pajamas. He settles in to wait for Angel and Husk to return.

Husk and Angel soon walk back in, wearing their nightclothes. Angel was wearing a light T-shirt and shorts. Husk was wearing a pair of heart pajama pants. They join Lucifer on the lounge sofa.

Lucifer smiles as they sit together, Husk in the middle. He turns on the movie and curls next to Husk to watch. Husk wraps his arms and wings around Lucifer and Angel, relaxing between them, as he settles in to watch the first of his favorite movies.

#applehuskerdust

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thefoodballoon · 3 months ago

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What would be an ideal feast/stuffing for you?

OoooOOoohh such a good question!!

So, let's get this out of the way first. There are certain qualities to an ideal eating experience for me:

1. I need some level of variety of different kinds of foods and tastes as I can get tired of certain flavors sometimes and need a new one to keep going

2. I'm very plain when it comes to foods. I love sauces and seasonings, but I'm not usually a fan of mixing foods past something like a starch and a meat in the same bite. I always clean my plate. I just eat everything separately, so any dish that lets me do that is preferred

3. It needs to be possible to make a large quantity of it with bonus points if it expands in your stomach like rice (shocker, I know lmao).

With that in mind I think my ideal feast (and I'm gonna go into detail here) would be a huge multi-course meal a bunch of meats, veggies, and carbs.

Course 1: Salad and bread 🥗🥖🫃

The bread just regular baked bread you'd get at a restaurant. The salad huge with a mix of spinach and arugula topped with carrots, cucumbers, croutons, and a *ton* of ranch and cheddar cheese

Course 2: Pasta Dish 🍝🍗🥦🫃

I regularly make this dish for Lee and I because I grew up with it, and we both love it! What I do is boil some pasta (usually angel hair, spaghetti, or egg noodles), dice up a container of chicken and sauté that as well as some broccoli with lemon juice, garlic, this Garlic Herb and Wine seasoning from Mccormick, and just a bit of salt and then I mix the sautéed meat and veggies with the noodles to get the seasoning all over the pasta as well. It's absolutely to die for, and I could eat it forever, so it has to be a part of my ideal feast.

Course 3: Steak Dinner 🍖🫃

This is probably a basic American thought process, but whenever I think about getting to eat anything I want with no consequence, a big steak is always what comes to mind. Any kind is fine for me, so let's just say a medium rare sirloin that is at an absolute minimum 16oz. Then I'd have grilled/seasoned asparagus and a bowl of mashed potatoes on the side. It's simple but very tasty.

Final Course: Dessert 🎂🫃

This is the most free form part of the feast. Unlike Lee, I absolutely *love* sweets and can absolutely destroy huge amounts of sweet stuff. It could be a big ice cream sundae, a birthday cake, brownies, cookies, banana bread, pumpkin pie, anything. If it's sweet and baked, I won't be able to resist it. Call me Ego from Ratatouille cause my answer is: Surprise me!

By the end of this meal I'm sure I won't be able to move for at least a day, so please make sure rub and take care of my poor overworked tummy once it's all slowly turning into fat inside me...🫃🐷💕

Thank you for letting me indulge in this fantasy, and thank you so much for the ask!!💜❤️

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beautyandlifestyleblog86 · 1 year ago

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Yummy 😋 pasta ideas

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bubblespalace · 10 months ago

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The Accords (Original Version)

Chapter II

Bella trudged over the dirt covered ground, a scowl on her face. She was screwed over by The Clave once again, they gave her one last mission to do in Japan before she left. All that ran through her mind was home, and she was getting really sick of being treated this way. At least it was an easier mission, killing a Bakemono. However, these demons where good at hiding and running.

She would have to pay close attention when fighting.She had used the medical supplies to bandage her puncture wound from the demon she had faced about two hours ago, but it stung to high hell. It would be a pain to fight with, that's for sure. The small snack she had purchased hadn’t made her any less starved, in fact, it only made her more aware of her weakness due to malnourishment. When Bella finally arrived in Milan, she would eat as much pasta as she wished. She craved to taste Conchiglie again, and fresh baked bread with spinach salad…

Bella shook off the want for food and rest, she didn’t have that time, she would instead allow it when she stepped foot on the stone-paved sidewalks of her home. The trained woman marched forward, her back straight and a warrior-worthy expression on her face. She looked around the dark forest, checking for any sign the monster had passed through these woods. She saw the scratches left behind by claw marks on the trees, and the dripping of demon blood that left burning holes in the leaves scattered across the ground.

Seeing this, Bella picked up her pace, determined to find the demon and slay it. The Shadowhunter warrior ran fast, feeling the cold air fill her lungs as the night wind nipped her face, she slammed her boots into the ground with such fury until she approached a gate.

This gate was made of rot iron, and a glorious mansion was set behind it. Bella wrapped her hand around one of the bars, cursing herself for being so dumb. Of course the demon sought out a place where it could hide in small nooks and crannies, it would be much harder to find now. The woman looked up, checking to see if she could jump over the gate from it’s lowest point, but these were rich people, after all, they wouldn’t want anyone breaking in. However, Bella would have to trespass on this property to execute this demon.

She quickly sheathed her angel blade and grasped onto the iron, pulling herself up the gate. The action took her stamina quickly, she had to gasp for breath when she finally dropped to the ground on the other side. Bella felt so weak, she was beaten up pretty badly. She said a silent prayer to the angels, worried the little strength she had left wasn’t going to be enough to slay a demon.

Her boots were louder than they should have been for a stealth mission, the Soundless runes she had carved into the soles when she had a stele were finally wearing off. It would make it very hard to sneak up on the monster. They clanged against the pavement as she walked down the pathway, on either side, beautiful white roses grew in the bushes. Bella stopped for a moment to admire them and catch her breath better, brushing her hand against the soft petals and capturing the watery dew that rested on them. Someone here took very good care of them.

She heard a noise behind her, it however, wasn’t the sound of a demon. It sounded like a boy. Bella glanced behind her, catching the eye of the source of the noise.

He was shorter than her, but not by too much, maybe six inches-she was wearing two inch heels though. Although he had a child-like look to him, he seemed about her age. Nineteen, or maybe younger. He had soft purple hair that could put the shame the hue of lavender and matching amethyst eyes that looked almost like a sea of chaos, ever changing. Under those gorgeous eyes, were bags that were very dark, like he hadn’t slept in weeks, just like her. He was dressed nicely, in a school outfit that was well put together, unlike the man who she encountered at the gas station. He was grasping onto a stuffed bear with an eyepatch. This boy had a neutral expression on his face, but she could see something else there that she couldn’t quite read.

He spoke in Japanese at first, but when he saw the confused expression on her face, he switched to English.

“You smell quite good.” He muttered, his eyes boring into her almost like how Ayato's eyes did to her before. His accent was still thick when he spoke in English, just like Ayato. However, this boy gave Bella a slightly different energy. He looked down at the teddy bear in his arms. “Right Teddy? She’s pretty too, prettier than Yui-chan. She looks like a doll.”

Bella was caught of guard for a quick moment, she had been called hot before, mostly by suitors she used to ignore in Idris when she was going through her training. Shadowhunter were courted fairly young, since most only lived to thirty due to how dangerous their lives were. She had never in her nineteen years of life had been called beautiful though. It made her feel more feminine, which she liked. But she felt something was off about this boy, the same feeling she had when she encountered Ayato.

He paced closer to her, very close, almost too close for her comfort, he held onto Teddy with one hand as he brushed her messy, curly hair out of her face. “You’ll be a wonderful doll. What’s your name, my doll?”

Somehow, all thoughts of her mission left her head. “Bella. And yours?” She answered. The short man’s eyes sparked something.

“Your accent makes your voice very beautiful. Fufu~ I want to keep listening to it.” He told her. She smiled, a small blush dusting her cheeks. “My name is Kanato-kun.”

That name rang a subtle bell in Bella’s mind, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe she had met a Kanato in the past? She rubbed elbows with lots of different people, due to her basically being an assassin for The Clave. “Nice to meet you, Kanato.”

“A pleasure.” This boy spoke very elegantly, Bella couldn’t help but be interested, but she quickly remembered what she was here to do.

She blinked, looking around the outside to see if she could catch a shadow of a demon moving to another hiding place. “Uh, I have to go, kid. I’m hunting something.”

Suddenly, his entire demeanor changed. His soft eyes became hard in a blink of an eye, and his mouth twisted into a scowl. Bella flinched, seeing the sudden change shocked her. “You will not be leaving, doll. You are mine now.” Kanato grasped onto her wrist tightly, with apparent rage, catching a glance at the back of her palm, where she had a Protection rune, one she’s had since birth. His features twisted once again, this time into a sadistic smile. “Now I understand why your blood smells as good as it does, you’re a Nephilim. Fufu~ I’ve always wanted to taste Nephilim blood, angels must taste so very sweet. One puncture scar on your skin won’t be as bad, right Teddy?”

Kanato bared his fangs, they gleamed menacingly under the moonlight. Bella gasped in surprise and horror, realizing he was a vampire. She yanked her wrist out of his grasp, taking steps back defensively. “Back off, bloodsucker.” She threatened as she pulled her angel blade out of it’s sheath and pointed it at his throat.

Kanato glared at her, she felt the intensity coming from his stare. “Don’t call me that! You are weaker than vampires so you must treat me with respect!” Kanato yelled. Bella had to stifle a laugh, he looked so much like a child in that moment. The purple-haired boy noticed and gave her another deadly look. “I wouldn’t laugh, Shadowhunter.”

Bella pressed the tip of her blade against his throat. “You may be a vampire, but I’ve killed many of you bloodsuckers in the past. I can easily slit your throat.” The Shadowhunter pressed the tip against his Adams apple, but Kanato was unfazed.

“I'll drain your blood until your skin is white, have you watch me drink it, then sew that mouth of yours shut, doll.”

Suddenly, he sprang at her, his fangs out and ready to pierce her skin. Bella yelped and dodged him quickly, and while doing that, she tripped him over. Kanato fell flat on his face, the stuffed bear shielding his ribs from the concrete. He growled and started to push himself up with one arm, but Bella kicked him hard in the ribs. The lavender-eyed man gasped and crashed against the ground again. Bella kept him down with her high-heeled boot, pressing it firmly against his back.

“Don’t get up, kid.” She said, putting away her blade.Kanato turned his head, looking furious, but he wasn't looking at her. He said something in Japanese through grit teeth. The Shadowhunter scrunched up her face, confused as to who he directed that to, but as she turned her head, she saw a man.

He was also insanely attractive. With hair as white as a Shadowhunter Mourning outfit and striking red eyes that seemed to be home to violence itself. He was an inch or two shorter than her, but she was wearing heels, but he was probably taller than her by an inch while she was barefoot.

She didn't have very much time to look at him, because as soon as she turned, Bella was punched in the face. Her eyes fluttered closed and she dropped to the ground.

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