#bon appetit ya know?

[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

[trashmouth-richie]

masterlist

eddie x fem reader

chapter summary: how sweet it is, to be loved.

series summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

special thanks: to anyone and everyone who read a single chapter or kept up with this series to the end, thank you so much- this story wouldn’t be possible without your support.

author’s note: I can’t believe this is the final chapter for this series, I’m feeling so many emotions right now but mostly just love for Eddie and Tooty and everything in between. Thank you to anyone who has helped me beta ( @sweetsweetjellybean especially!)this story or fan girled with me over upcoming chapters. To any of the very talented artists who have made any art for this series, thank you so very much, each and every piece holds such a special place in my heart. To anyone who is mentioned in this story, thank you so so much, @loveshotzz @chechelia @carolmunson @mopeymopeymouse and everyone else— thank you for allowing me to include you in this series. To everyone who has liked, rb’d left a comment or interacted in any way with this series— THANK YOU. This series has brought such joy & heartache to me, and I’m so lucky to have people enjoy it. 🖤

Cereal

Hotdogs

Bananas

Jelly —grape, not strawberry

Bread

Crackers 

Toothpaste 

Noodles 

Chicken thighs— babe are you making fun of me?

Heartburn medicine

You tap the chewed cap of your pen along the lined paper of a scribble heavy grocery list. Desperately wishing you had x-ray vision to see inside your cabinets and remember what you were in need of, you chew the cap again.

Giggling to yourself every so often at Eddie’s notes on the grocery list. Crossing off items he thought weren’t needed, mostly vegetables he didn’t like. And always making sure you got his favorites. And not, “that healthy bullshit cereal, give me sugar or kill me babe, I will not eat Raisin Bran” 

Peanut butter 

Sunny D

Thyme 

Heavy cream

Basil

Carrots

Onions

Chicken stock

Hey sweetheart can you please get me some candy? I like skittles but you know I love m&ms.. and twizzlers, it’s for the shop. :) 

The lady behind the desk chirps a name again, but you are still racking your brain on what else was needed. The soup you had planned on making tonight would be perfect for the chilly weather rolling in. November was coming in like a lion, ferociously cold and temperatures already dipping below zero. 

Eddie loved your potato soup, so much that he begged you to make it after another long, grisly week at the shop. 

He loved everything you made, even your chili that he doctored up by adding sour cream and Doritos to it. Bon Appetit he would say with a smirk on his lips, a heaping bowl steaming in front of him. 

The clerk behind the desk tutted and huffed, the schedule was getting behind.  

“Tooty Munson! Is there a Tooty Munson here?”

You glance up quickly at the sound of your name, “shit,” you breathe, “here, yes,” you scramble shoving the list and pen into your purse, buried amongst the gum wrappers and a spilled container of tic-tacs. 

The receptionist clicks her papers against the formica counter and holds her nose in the air, as if this job and you were beneath her. 

“He’s ready for you now.”

—-

“…alright, Ed, did ya look o’er those applications yet? ‘Tween you D and Mike I don’t think we are going to be able to keep up everything that we got on the schedule.” 

Wayne’s eyebrows are raised as he looks over the bifocals perched on his nose. He had been scouring over the schedules and the books for the better half of the afternoon since lunch hour—trying to figure out how to swing their overloaded schedule. 

It wasn’t that they couldn’t do the work, they were simply short handed. After Boom closed his doors  in Hawkins, he had recommended to his regulars that they travel to Bridgeport to Master Mechanics to see Eddie and Wayne. Business was booming, and the Munson’s could barely keep up.

Early on, Wayne and Eddie decided they would only be open until noon on Saturday’s but now with the packed schedule, they worked til almost dark every night of the week, including some Sundays.

Wayne rubs his short nails through his scratchy mostly white scruff, “we can’t have these boys workin’ like this, they’ll quit on us before you can slap a tick.”

Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a bottle of Coca Cola held limp in his hand, a greasy rag stuffed in his back pocket. 

“Yeah,” he yawns, stretching out his back, “let’s hire ‘em all, we need the extra hands, or I’m gonna need an extra back.”

Wayne grunts in confirmation. The highlighter squeaks as it’s drug across the phone numbers on the applications, “I’ll call ‘em first thing in the morning,” he straightens up his desk and shoves the papers into a drawer. 

His glasses clink as he folds them up and lays them next to a picture of the newlywed Munson’s. He leans back in his chair, the leather crinkling beneath his worn coveralls, “I’m callin’ it for the day,” he exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s been one helluva week and I’m shot, tell the boys to go home to their wives.” 

“and you too,” he points, “go take care of your wife, Ed, tell her I hope she starts to feelin’ better.” 

Eddie’s curls bounce as he nods his head, completely drained from the week, shit maybe he was getting sick too? “she went to the doctor today, probably just the flu, Max told her it was going around.” 

“Well then,” Wayne says, standing up and clicking off the table lamp, “take tomorrow off and rest–

both of ya, hear me?” 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” 

—

Eddie’s tires crunch on the ice and hard packed snow of the driveway, a silent serenity, meaning he is only moments away from holding you in his arms, seconds away from kissing your lips, and if he was lucky, minutes from eating something delicious to fill his grumbling stomach. 

He throws the truck into neutral, killing the engine and tossing the keys around his finger. Tracks from your Jeep tires lead into the garage he had built last spring. A huge project that your friends were paid in beer and a bonfire when it was all finished. 

Thrusting his sore hands into his canvas coat, he ducked his chin into the zipper and braved the asthma inducing gust of wind to the front door as it whipped through his curls. 

The house was oddly quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator making any sort of sound. Usually when he came home you’d be playing the radio, or talking on the phone to Max or Nancy, greeting him with a pop of your head around the wall in the kitchen or from the hallway, the prettiest smile put on your lips. 

“Princess?” he called out in endearment as he untied his boots and put them on the shoe rack. His coatwas already hanging on its hook, usually next to your purse but your purse was thrown onto the arm chair, and your shoes were in the hallway like you had walked right out of them. 

He undid the buttons of his work blues, letting them hang at his waist like a mechanic cape. Socked feet trudge down the carpeted hallway, you must not be feeling any better, probably too exhausted to make it out of bed.

But Eddie was wrong.

You were perched on top of the comforter, coat still on but unzipped staring at the door waiting for his arrival, fuzzy socks on your wiggling toes. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said, trying to keep your pitch even. 

“There’s my girl,” his velvet voice wrapping around you like a hug as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your left hand and kissing the finger that adorned the prettiest ring he’d ever bought, “how’s my beautiful wife?” 

It had been five months since you said I do. A June wedding in your own backyard, filled with friends who had served as family for years, gathered by your sides. 

“I forgot the potatoes,” you say blankly, a weird little smile on your face. 

Eddie sits down next to you, rubbing your thigh back and forth and letting out an exhausted yawn, “That’s alright, I can make us some grilled cheese if you’re up for—”

“I was looking at my grocery list, and couldn’t remember what I’d forgot.”

Eddie’s confused, but wants to reassure you that its no big deal, he’s a grown man he can certainly make supper for himself and his wife. “Sweetheart it’s okay, don’t beat yours—“

“Can’t make potato soup without potatoes.” And this time you laugh, kind of whimsically and in disbelief. 

His brows turn inward, still he just keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, “It’s okay Tooty, seriously. Let me go make you some—”

And for the third time tonight, you interrupted him, “doctor said that’s normal.”

He’s exhausted and is honestly more confused than he would like to admit, “what? The flu?” 

“No, no. “ you say, a twisted little smirk on your face, “forgetting things, throwing up in the morning, being exhausted… totally normal.” 

“Babe?” He moves to touch the back of his hand to your head, wincing when he realizes that he’s probably freezing.

“I was so scared the last time,” you whisper, teary eyed, “terrified.. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but now—.”

Eddie reaches for your cheeks, holding them softly, his eyes searching yours, desperate to figure out what the hell is going on, “what am I missing here? It’s normal to have… the flu?” 

“No, it’s not the flu,” you finally admit, looking up at him and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs, 

“Eddie, I’m pregnant.”

— 

You could fill an empty pool up from the tears that sprung from Eddie’s eyes that night. He was overjoyed, holding you tight while he wept into your hair. Kissing your belly and whispering to the baby. Small streaks of tears flowing down your swollen skin and the faded scar across your lower belly. 

Each month that ticked by, Eddie’s worry only doubled. 

The day after you had found out, he woke early. Watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept soundly in the original mock up of his hellfire shirt.

It was threadbare, cotton worn so thin it was practically see through— but you claimed it as your own back in the early days of your new relationship, hands on your hips and the infamous pout on your lip as you playfully argued with him about how it was now yours. 

Dusk painted the diamond covered ground from the fresh snow over night. Falling as delicately as his lips allover your skin. Soaking up the dainty noises from your throat when he carefully slid into you, tears spilling from both of your eyelashes, love filling the room more sweetly than it ever had before. 

The soft cotton of the blankets hugged your curves, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he gazed down at his beautiful— now pregnant— wife. 

His sweet Tooty, carrying a gift more precious than gold. 

Kissing your cheek—he dressed quietly, scribbling a note on the bedside table about going into town for a bit, but to just relax in bed until he got home. 

-

You were having a dreamless sleep, not even sugarplums could dance in your head with the overwhelming exhaustion that your body was trying desperately to catch up from. 

Something cold then silky smooth brushed against your cheek, and a velvet voice sang a little good morning greeting into your ear. Your loving husband. Pressing sweet angel kisses behind your ear and on your eyelids. 

Your bedroom was lit with the glow of a warm sun in the afternoon light. Playing a yellowed hue of warmth across your comforter, pulling the caramel color from Eddie’s curls and making his eyes look like a dreamy cup of coffee swirling with creamer. 

His lips hug yours, both smiling into one another. Heart swelling more than your toes would in the months to come. 

C’mon, got a surprise for you, princess. 

The spare bedroom that was once a room for band equipment, then Max’s bedroom for almost a year before she eventually moved in with Gareth and Will, now held storage, was completely organized, and held a wide array of items. 

A crib, brand new and still in the box, a pack n play, a swing, every box of diapers ranging from size 1 - 5, baby gates, outlet covers, fancy locks for cabinets and drawers, rubber bumpers for sharp corners and edges of tables. 

A bookshelf full of baby books, how to’s for new parents, nursery rhymes by mother goose, books suggesting baby names and their meanings, and a guide on how to quit smoking. 

Tucked into the corner of the room by the bookshelf and near the window, was a rocking chair. 

 “Eddie,” you gasp, running sleep from your eyes, “wh-what is all of this?” 

He’s smiling ear to ear, trying to curb his enthusiasm a tiny bit. “I might have gotten a little carried away.” 

Turning towards the shelf you see a plastic sack, full of candy and bubble gum, and mints. “Edward Joseph Munson.” 

“Don’t scold me, mama,” he jokes, grabbing onto your hips and kissing your hairline, “I’m just spoiling our baby.”

God you loved this man, he’d break his neck to give you the world. He was the most loving husband, and now you got to see him step into a new role. One completely foreign to you both, only have shared the idea for a few moments before it was ripped away. 

You lean into him, holding him tight and working your nose into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Eddie.”

He doesn’t hide the tear that slips down his cheek, just lets it slide and collect under his chin, his voice is quiet when he asks, “you really think so?”

“I know it.”

—

Wayne and Karen followed behind the new family in his pickup all the way home from the hospital. They were going to stay for a few days, help you both get adjusted to life as parents.

Karen and Nancy had filled your freezer with casseroles, soups and fresh bread. It was a hot July day when you were scheduled for the c section, and when it was all said and done four days in the hospital was more than enough and you were ready to be at home, snuggled up with your new family. 

It was a battle of which Munson man could shed the most tears. Eddie and Wayne were both wiping away tears for hours. Overjoyed with emotions that everyone was healthy. 

“No you don’t,” Wayne said as you reached for the back door to grab the diaper bag, “you go right inside and get comfy, get them legs up!”

You do as your told, leaving Wayne, Eddie and Karen to carry the load in. The hospital stay was overwhelmingly sweet, but you knew Eddie was itching to get back to normalcy, still not liking the way he felt cooped up in the hospital even though it had been years since you both had the horrifying visit. 

Bags and suitcases are carried in and set into your master bedroom to be unpacked later, bottles and diapers are stacked and put into their respectable places. Karen starts warming up the chicken casserole she had prepared earlier that day. Wayne fussed around with the new dishwasher that he and Eddie had installed the month prior. 

Throughout the commotion you had fallen asleep, legs propped up in the recliner, but you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and there he was.

Eddie was holding them both, large hands cocooned around their swaddled little bodies, crooked into each of his arms. Something he was nervous about but slowly getting the hang of, the nurses told him he was a natural, and Wayne wept into Karen’s shoulder when Eddie introduced the twins to their grandpa. 

His normal obnoxious voice was murmuring low and quiet like a soft lullaby so as not to stir awake the sleeping little babies. 

He looked at them both, adoration and tears springing into his eyes. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. How he could have helped make something so small and delicate, he wouldn’t understand. But, he didn’t need to. 

A boy, born first— with his dark eyes and brown hair, and later the little girl, almost identical to his Tooty, and just as stubborn, both already wrapped around his fingers.

He murmured their names, and caught your eye as he said it, a smile so wide on his face that you were sure new dimples would bust through his cheeks, and you only heard the end of what he was saying. 

If you would have told yourself five years ago that you would one day own a home, get married to and have twins with Eddie Munson, you would have laughed on the spot. That loud mouth jackass of a guy you had once regretted letting move into your home, had moved right into your heart and never left. 

The demons inside you both were finally at bay, finding solace in one another in more ways than you had thought possible. Being loved by Eddie was everything you had thought love should be like. 

And you pinch yourself to make sure it's real, and each and every time, it is. 

“…babies,” he says, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes as he looks over at you, his family, “we’re home.” 

The end

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[bokutosmochi]

EDITS ♡ MIYA ATSUMU

miya atsumu x gn!reader

ingredients? free publicity for the team plus you, his darling partner being petty? you can bet that atsumu miya's in!

what's it? mostly humor, but also some fluff

allergen warning/s? a suggestive moment, a fluffy moment

sugar level? 3.1k

regulars? N/A but taglist is open! comment, send an ask, or a dm to join

parlor's note? i'd like to start this by saying i have nothing against the type of people i am going to be mentioning in this fic. i am one of those people. i just thought the gist of this fic would be a nice fun time.

inspired by me watching nishida during the vnl, watching edits, and of course, the sweetest anon.

bon appetit

the window's open, the curtains pulled apart, letting the ohasuhigashi breeze chill in your bedroom.

where the wind touched atsumu's hair, it danced like the most pristine gold silk.

the muscles in his back rippled as he moved, and as it rippled, it sang a siren's song calling out for you to touch it, for you to graze gentle fingertips along the smooth planes of it and kiss the moles you've kissed so many times before.

his bicep, looking as though molded by the gods, flexed as he stretched one arm across his shoulder, repeating the movement for the other arm. the lighting did it favors, highlighting the contours of it, the very same ones atsumu worked so hard on achieving. sufice to say, his time busying himself at the gym paid off.

and his thighs, his muscular thighs, the subject of so many thirst tweets he hilariously had to read out for buzzfeed as a part of msby's promotional stunt for their upcoming bout with ejp raijin.

oh, the way his head grew after that video. for the next few days, gone was the cute, whiny atsumu you called your boyfriend. you wished he gave you the opportunity to say farewell before cocky, borderline cringey boyfriend atsumu made his appearance. you can't really say you minded it that much though. as his loving, supportive partner, you knew how much time and effort he gave in order to gain quads like that, so it was nice to see it pay off, for people to acknowledge his hard work. and besides-

"hey, baby" his raspy morning voice unfortunately interrupted your ogling. as quick as lightning, your eyes moved from travelling down his bare godlike body to meeting his eyes through the mirror. he didn't look away.

-it wasn't like you didn't help with stroking his ego every now and again.

fuck, it was so hard not to do so, though. especially during times like these where he's standing in between the bed you laid in and the vanity. self assured about his looks as ever, he licked his lips, maintaining eye contact with you as he leaned over the desk, his hands carrying his weight on those fucking biceps flexing with effort, and winked.

whether he heard the tiny whimper that left your mouth, you'll never know, but at the very least, you know he didn't see how your thighs, covered by a thick warm blanket, rubbed against each other as a result of his ways.

as stated prior, not singing his praises is easier said than done.

"you enjoying the view, baby?"

"very much so." was your answer, but it was accompanied by you rolling your eyes at his antics.

"always knew you had great taste," he sighed, turning around and plopping into your bed, specifically, plopping right on top of you, kicking the offensive (for him because how dare it be between the two of you) blanket right off of you. he was careful, though, so the action is more reminiscent of a weighted blanket being on top of you rather than an olympic athletic crushing your body under his.

spellbound by the man you called your boyfriend, you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair, marvelling at how soft they feel. the action made him vibrate out a faint hum. "knew it," he started, "'ya can't resist me." sadly, all you could do is roll your eyes.

it was true and the both of you knew it.

"das why you have yer little tiktok of me," he giggled like a school girl when bringing up the tiktok account you have that's dedicated to the setter who currently has his arms wrapped around your figure and snuggling into your chest like a content cat. or perhaps a content fox would be more appropriate for him.

you've always been a fan of fancams, video edits, whatever they're called. after all, what's not to like? they feature a character or person you admire, showing their best moments, and on top of that, there's neat music accompanying the clips. plus, they're short and sweet.

but it wasn't until you started watching atsumu play when you first thought of making said edits yourself.

he was magnetic on the court, possessing the ability to cast a spell on anyone he wished; his teammates, the opposing team, the audience, you. even an amateur would be able to point out how much of an asset he is to the team. and those abilities translate to him and his gorgeous, picture-perfect plays.

so after his game with the adlers, you concocted a list of your favorite atsumu plays which were the clips you used to make your very first edit: the first clip? a few second video from a game during his high school days. it was one against karasuno high school and he just executed a flawless overhand set that was not under normal circumstances. because of the previous plays, he had to squat down really low to do it, an undersand set would have sufficed, but ever the thoughtful setter, he did what was best for his spikers. then that clip transitioned to a more recent one of him doing a similar set, a set for his newest spiker (at the time) hinata.

what followed were the following clips: him running a hand through his sweaty hair, a confident smile on his lips, one of his famous service aces, him preparing to receive kageyama's serve, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face making him grab his jersey to wipe the perspiration off, a spike that blew through ushijima's block, him celebrating a win with his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and finally, his setter dump that got them a win in the fourth set during their olympic game with argentina.

add all those together, along with the song that went i saw her and she hit me like tadow as a cherry on top, then bam! you have yourself a viral edit.

you never would have expected it, but everyone gushed about your little creation. not only did it explode on tiktok, it exploded out of the app too, all the way to twitter, reddit, and instagram. you couldn't be more proud of yourself for such a magnificent first try, and atsumu couldn't be prouder of... himself. "ah please, 'ya never would have been able 'tah make it if i wasn't such a good player." he reasoned with you. it wasn't a total loss on your part, though. he gave you a kiss on the forehead as thanks for your hard work and free publicity.

you received many comments saying they forgot how hot volleyball players are and claiming they'll start watching again, much to your amusement.

"'ya know, i'm kind of surprised ya don't wanna keep me all to yerself," he mumbled, eyes closed, and at this point, half asleep; the reason why the setter missed you raising an eyebrow at him.

"all of the clips i use are stuff people can easily find, tsumu. it's not like i'm slutting you out for the whole world to see."

"mmmm, yer audience says otherwise..."

"about the clips being easy to find or me slutting you out?"

"bouf'" he yawned. "but if ya insist, i guess ya aren't doing 'tha. maybe i'm just that damn irresistible that yer putting regular stuff in and i already have 'tha girlies goin' crazy. and maybe the clips are easy to find." he referenced all the times you complained to him because of the amount of people asking you where each and every piece of your edit was taken from. "if yer as obssessed with me as you are, 'tha is."

you jokingly pushed him off of you, surprisingly moving him an inch or two. "i can be not obssessed if you, miya, if you prefer that. oikawa toru and tobio-chan are out there, y'know?"

that was a low blow and you knew it. "don't 'ya even dare." he reached to carefully pinch your nose. "'nd what's up with you and tobio??? why's he tobio-chan to you??" the whine in his tone was adorable, so much so it made you laugh. "nothing, 'tsumu. just playing with you." you squeezed his cheeks. "why? you jealous?"

"why 'tha hell would i ever be jealous of him? he ain't the best setter in the world, and he ain't the one with the prettiest, smartest, supportivest, meanest partner in the world."

"supportivest isn't a word."

"i hope 'ya were able to pick up meanest."

there was a little pause in the room, a moment where all that's heard was your sychronized breathing before atsumu opened his mouth to talk again.

"seriously though, angel. i don't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. not all of us have partners as supportive as you are." he gazed up at you with honeyed eyes, fingers tracing over your face, your features, your jawline, your cheeks.

"'tsumu, you know i'd move heaven and earth for you."

"'ya come to all of my games when yer job lets ya, if i ask ya about a play i made, ya always remember in what game i did it. and sometimes when it's a play ya really liked, ya even remember what set it happened."

"you're an amazing player, 'tsumu. i'd do anything to help you play at your full potential."

".... even slutting me out to the world wild web as free advertising," his tone became sarcastically thoughtful. "does 'tha seriously not bother 'ya?"

"no, you've never given me a reason to be worried or insecure about our relationship. they can have all that content as long as i can have you," you weren't done talking yet but you hear atsumu murmur an always at your words. "and besides, your sweetest, sexiest moments are ones only i can see..." atsumu's hand went under your shirt to trail his fingers on your bare skin as your brain trailed elsewhere, an idea sparking itself to life.

"oh my god," you said excitedly, not at all the noise he was expecting you to make. despite the goosebumps raising on your skin and dull ache between your thighs, you continued to squeal at him. "i thought of another edit to make."

amusement painted itself on his lips because of the way you were so giddy, because of the way you pried his hands off of you to shake it with happiness. he found himself being happy too, even though he doesn't have a clue what exactly it is you thought of. he was going to change that though, "so, aren't 'ya gonna let me in this little idea of yers?"

"okay so, you know how people who keep asking me where i found edit clips over and over again annoy me a teeny tiny bit?"

"yeah" yeah, as in, yeah he still has no idea where you're going with this.

"what if i made an edit where one of the clips is just a video i take of you here, like, in our private life, a clip they won't find on youtube or tiktok or volleyball tv or something?" you knew he would be on board with the idea. after all, the two of you wouldn't be together for such a long time if you weren't on similar wavelengths, but it's reassuring to hear atsumu's guffaw all the same.

he took your face in his large hands and kissed you on the lips, complete with an obnoxious smack! when he pulled away. "oh my, yer an evil genius, baby. dunno how this'll help with yer problem 'bout all the comments, but i beg ya ta do it."

and with that, you were formulating your plan.

without a shadow of a doubt, the edits that did the best on your account were thirst edits. the ones that focused more on the physical appeal of your boyfriend rather than his skills, and being petty, you wanted this particular edit of yours to do very well so it was decided it was going to be a thirst edit. gathering the clips available to the public was easy enough. you have several playlists on youtube filled with atsumu videos, curated depending on the type of edit that you were going for.

atsumu sad :(

atsumu cute :3

atsumu's greatest plays vol 1

atsumu's greatest plays vol 2

atsumu's greatest plays vol 3

were the playlists you scrolled through until you found the one you're looking for.

atsumu being hawt 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 (and yes, he was the one to name that playlist. you thought eleven of those emojis was excessive while he thought it was perfect because "c'mon angelface, eleven's ma jersey number! eleven of those lil thirsty emojis should be a given!")

you landed on the videos considered your favorites as well as videos at the end of the playlist because that's where the ones you haven't used for edits yet was located.

in the end, you ended up with nine clips which you got from youtube, and twenty photos from pinterest (atsumu's public instagram is surprisingly tasteful because of the team's pr team. his private one however is another story) in addition to that, you also already have an audio to use in mind; goodies by ciara, a song you've heard on tiktok that went sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough, i'm not being too dramatic, that's the way I gotta have it.

now, the only thing that's left is that one clip that has to have the audience wondering where the hell you got it from.

your ever-supportive boyfriend helped you brainstorm since he loved the idea as much as you did, and you guys ended up with a few good ideas;

him wiping sweat off of himself bare chested ("angellll," he whined. "you know damn well i can make it look hot.") with his jersey or a fluffy white towel.

him fixing his hair.

him doing bicep curls while shirtless (while his team does post workout videos of themselves, they're always fully clothed). the next idea being this, but he does push ups instead.

and lastly, a shot of him performing kabedon on the person behind the camera (it'll be a pov shot so the person watching knows what it would look like if the atsumu miya performed kabedon on them).

although some, such as him fresh out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist or him getting on top of you (similar to the kabedon idea. you were to be filming him getting on top of you so people watching would know what it would look like if he got on top of them), or him getting on his knees in front of you (again, similar to prior idea and kabedon idea) had to be scraped because it would cause trouble for him backstage and you didn't quite want it to go that far.

in the end, you chose option number four: him doing push ups while shirtless, and with that, he got to his workout of the day (thankfully it's off season for volleyball so he didn't have much going for today, only exercising, checking emails, and a few hours of practice which were to take place later in the afternoon) while you got to filming.

atsumu gave up the comfiest couch in your living room for you while you edited the video, and ever the sweetheart, cooked you your favorite meal, checking emails at the same time. he knew the result of the sacrifices (he really loves that comfy couch and is thinking of buying another one so you don't have to play rock, paper, scissors for it every time) he was making was going to be worth it.

and it was.

"damn, angel. you made me look hotter than i already am." he praised your work clearly in shock, earning him a kiss to his jaw from you.

"oh baby, yer gonna have them eating off of the palm of yer pretty hands."

after that, you immediately posted it on tiktok with the caption this man cannot actually exist, i'm in love which was a nod to the fact that one of the clips you added in does not actually exist on the internet.

as you expected, it was a hit with your followers. within a minute, your phone was going crazy with notifications. the first few ones were only from people who didn't make edits (and people who you assumed were just casual atsumu fans since they felt no need to ask you about that clip) as they only complimented your work.

Gojo's Left Middle Finger Fingernail: my favorite used to be ushijima, but you're making an atsumu miya believer out of me

KENTOLUVVER: .. i know damn well kageyama's a better setter, but atsumuuuuu

(you didn't agree with this)

kyugisakiiz: this edit served as good as atsumu's serve 😌

minedaikiao: that's my future husband right there

(you don't really agree with this one either)

rickyyy: bro atsumu is soo fine

flower power bowser: girl, imagine an atsumu edit to honeypie. i would lose my mind

but soon after that, the fans you affectionately call certified atsumu girlies (fans who would ask you where a clip is from because they're interested in that video, not in an editor perspective) and the editors came pouring in.

msby filmzzz: ummmm, atsumu's push upsss??? hello?????? where is that from

hearts for tsumu: i can't believe in my two years of editing for atsumu, there's still a vid out there i haven't watched yet

atsumu's #1 girl: girl, i'm gonna need you to do me a favor and tell me where that push up clip is from

4TSUMUM1Y4: can you please send me the link to the fourth clip? can't seem to find it

in which case atsumu, not to be outdone in pettiness, came up with an idea of his own, copy and pasting a link to rick astley's never gonna give you up as a reply to the queries.

i get: reblog

you get: a copy of this edit

[decodedlvr]

MDNI | dark!Eddie Munson content

After being together for 7 months, Eddie finally decided that he wanted to keep you forever to himself; so he made sure he did a good job kidnapping you at 3 o’clock in the morning, to take you to an abandoned house.

He didn’t even have to drug you, you actually sleep like a fucking boulder. If anything, small sounds wake you more than loud ones.

That was one of the things he loved most about you. Never a fight to put up with.

——

You’ve been trapped in this old, broken dusty room for 2 months now. You’re hungry. You’ve been hungry for hours, days, weeks..

Not to fear though, Eddie’s been right beside you the entire time. Never leaving your side… he won’t leave you alone for a second. It’s honestly bothersome.

——

When you awoke in this house months ago, you were confused. You knew he loved you.. alot but you didn’t think he would keep you away from the world.. forever.

His ears always perk up to the sound of your rumbling tummy, it’s loud enough to echo..

..because it’s been empty for weeks. other than the plate of crackers he brings you occasionally.

“Mm, someone’s hungry huh?” he asks with sarcasm and surprise

“I just filled you up last night baby, you need more?”

“Please.. Eddie I- I need real food my stomach hurts”—

“Shh, shh it’s okay I gotcha”, he says climbing on top of your bedded body, you’re too weak to protest. You did say you’d do anything for him when you guys met didn’t you?

“I know exactly what you need sweetheart, I’ll make that belly of yours full in no time”- he says pulling off your musky underwear, his cock already sprung out

“I’ll get ya so s-stuffed”—, he strains to say as he pushes his cock into you

“Ed please, not like this I’m starvin”—

Smack.

“I know you’re hungry, cock hungry, I’m giving you what you need aren’t I?” You nod sadly, as he pants, pounding into your sore, wet hole

“You should get real full after this, I might even give you seconds so you won’t go hungry again”

He knows you meant hungry for food, but his cock can fill you up just as satisfying as food can. His logic.

*stomach gurgling louder*

“Goddamn, you are hungry huh? Here ya go fuck— fuck I’m cummimg!!”, he shouts filling you to brim—

—

“There you go sweetie, bon appetite” he smirks, pulling out and cuddling you into his side

Silent tears roll down your face, all you wanted was a piece of bread. A crumb.. anything more..

*stomach growls*

His eyes widen, chuckling looking down at you

“Still gotta big appetite dontcha?” he flips you back on to your back

“I think you could go for more, I know you can, you’re just a selfish, needy little bunny” he says patting your belly as if he’s talking about real food this time.

You start to want to say no, but he interjects that you forgot your dessert. Tonight’s special. Cream pie.

But not the kind you wanted.

You’re so hungry.

Reblogs appreciated:>

[idiswhadidis]

pizza delivery guy

✩ pairing jungwon x f!reader

✩ genre fluff, strangers to lovers

✩ warning mention of food

a/n: a little bit late but happy birthday jungwon<3

getting home from work changing into your comfortable clothes which contains of a basic oversized shirt, shorts and some fluffy socks.

today is the day.

the pizza thursday.

since 2 years you made it to a tradition to order your favorite pizza from your favorite pizza place on every thursday, you could count it as a national holiday.<3

but that might be not the only reason why you’re excited about pizza thursday’s, it could be also because of the pizza delivery guy¿

two months ago the pizza delivery guy you used to know didn’t show up at your door but someone else, a bit surprised that Fred the old pizza delivery guy aka your pizza homie you knew for 2 years didn’t tell you he quitted, seems the pizza friendship wasn’t two-sided but hey, the new delivery guy? god dayum.

-flashback-

*ding dong*

opening the door „hi Fred-, oh you’re not Fred“ expecting a middle aged man as usual but getting greeted by a really handsome man at the same age like yourself „oh uhm hi, Fred quitted so i’m taking his thursday shift from now on, which means i will be your new thursday pizza delivery guy. Jungwon my name.“ he introduced himself with a chuckle.

you stand there for few seconds thinking about the fact how he could know about your national holiday? seeing your confused state „..you‘re kinda popular in the pizzeria, you order every thursday the same thing and Fred told me about you soo yeah, here’s your pizza.“ he smiled at you and handed you the pizza, „well then hi my name is Y/n nice to meet you, new delivery guy.“ you returned the smile and took the pizza.

-end of flashback-

now sitting on the couch watching physical:100 waiting for Jungwon more then your pizza.. since the last 3 weeks you both started to talk more, he just didn’t hand you over your pizza and leave, he started to ask about your day or some some personal questions about how old you are? where you’re coming from? your favorite thing to do? your favorite color? even if you prefer cats over dogs?¿ it was kinda clear that he wanted to get to know you, and you could only say ditto!

getting up with your little happy dance once you heard the door bell ring.

„howdyyyy“ greeting him with a cheerful expression, „hey pretty girl, how ya doing?“ he greets you back with a joyful expression.

pretty girl? that‘s new, your heart beats a little faster. „i‘m all good, happy that you‘re here“, „happy about me or the pizza?“ he asks with a slight smirk shaking the pizza box in his hand, „50/50“ you answered with a laugh taking the pizza from him. „well then bon appetit, see you soon“, „soon?“ you ask, „i meant like next week as always yeah..“ he coughs „okay yeah till next week“ smiling at him you bid your good bye , closing the door and putting the pizza on the couch table ready to eat.

opening the pizza box, greeted by the so god damn good smell and a… sticky note? looking at it confused ripping it off turning it around to see what was written on it?

„hi there pizza junkie :D

may come a little sudden but i really wanna get to know you more, so would you like to go on a date with me? (:

i‘m gonna wait outside for another 15 minutes after you get inside, so if it‘s a yes come out again and if it‘s a no just ignore this, which means the next thursday‘s are going to be awkward :D

oh by the way this is Jungwon i forgot to mention“

smiling like an idiot as if you wouldn’t know it would be him, you instantly got up and speed walk outside your apartment.

and there he was leaning against the pizza delivery car staring at your door as if he would know you will come out. which now explains the words he said earlier „see you soon“ that sly mf-

„i‘ve been actually waiting for this not gonna lie“ you say excited jogging your way towards him with open arms to hug him.

he welcomed you with a wide smile slinging his arms around your waist, „so it‘s a yes?“, „definitely mister“ leaning your chin onto his chest looking up at him with your shinny eyes he adored so much.

[sundalion]

Ohmigosh what have I gotten myself into!!

Let’s see how far I get with this project, but it was heavily inspired by a scene in the fanfic ‘Just this once, everybody lives’ by TheDragonTribes on Ao3! (@theweirdhybrid)

Here’s the “3 am peak idea, on my phone needs to be sketched” version

But yeah I absolutely love that fic even if it’s only in 3 chapters rn, like the way things are described and scenes start (especially the first one like urgh the flashbacks going all the way to the present waaaaah) it’s absolutely beautiful. At the same time I think so far the author has been capturing all the characters (especially Donnie) really well and there’s lots of fun moments and shenanigans still in there, it just has a good balance ya know. I kinda wish I could make everyone go look at the way the wrote f!Donnie because his design is so *chefs kiss*

Okay enough rambles, I really enjoy the fic so far and I reread it, got struck by the tism, and now we’re here, bon appetite let’s see where it goes!

[beginningobserver]

Heyyo everyone. I wrote a new Rui-centered thing.

⚠SPOILERS FROM THE MOVIE AHEAD ⚠

Bonds

[AO3 version]

Summary:

Rui is invited to try Daisuke's new ramen recipe with the rest of the group.

Rui + 02 kids • Canon-compliant (KenMiya/Kenyako included) • Post-movie events.

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A few months after meeting Daisuke and the others, Rui started to visit them a little more while he waited for Ukkomon’s egg to hatch. He was patient and optimistic that everything would be fine now.

He was invited by Daisuke to eat his newest ramen-creation with the other five. But would they still want to tag along with him? Rui had no idea what true friendship was, because he believed every friend he made after meeting Ukkomon were just manipulated by the digimon like his parents had been.

It could mean that this group he just met would be his first and legitimate friends. Right?

He stood in front of the Ramen Yamatoya building, his hands shaking out of anxiety. He thought -- Should I get in? We were just strangers and I don’t come here too much to not… Bug him--

The door opened from inside and it was by V-mon.

“HEYYOO RUI!”

“A-ah… Hello.”

“Wow, you came really fast!!” the blue digimon exclaimed, and looked outside to see if anyone else was coming, “Really fast!”

“I… I was around, my workplace is in this area.”

“Oho! What do you do for life!?”

“... I work at--”

“THERE YOU ARE!!” Daisuke pooped out from the door, “HEY-WELCOME! GET IN, GET IN!!”

He was interrupted by Daisuke’s energetic voice. And dragged inside. He didn’t manage to answer V-mon’s question and at this point V-mon had lost interest in it, because he tried to answer it again and V-mon just started preparing the counter and led to the stool reserved for him.

He felt like a celebrity with that reception, and this really felt awkward -- Do friends do things like these…?

“Here’s the menu!” and V-mon handed him a card with the stuff included in Daisuke’s ‘Ramen Motomiya’ business;

“Oh, thanks…” he gently took it from V-mon’s hand.

“Hey V-mon, this isn’t needed! Everyone will come here to try out my new creation!”

“What is this new… menu item you were talking about?” Rui asked, out of curiosity.

“It’s a top secret! I’ll reveal its details once everyone is here!”

“Oh, so it’s a surprise…”

“Yup!” Daisuke smiled, “But no worries it’s not sweet! I mean, I know you’re not a fan of sweets so… I had to find the perfect balance of flavor that would make everyone satisfied.”

“Hmm…” He didn’t know what to say, it felt a little odd someone thinking of him and his preferences… But it made him relieved that Daisuke cares enough about him to pull things like these -- This is… True friendship right?

“Iori hates tomatoes,” V-mon explained, “So when Daisuke cooks stuff for everyone he has to remember to not add tomatoes on Iori’s portion.”

“I see…”

“And If someone is lactose intolerant I have to know beforehand so I can prepare a special version of the recipe! Or if they’re vegan. Or if they’re allergic to gluten. Lots of things, culinary school prepared me for this!”

“Yeah!” V-mon nodded, “And that so we cannot get into legal issues! I mean, the boss wouldn’t like to have this place closed because of a little mistake!!”

The door opened and the others came in. V-mon greeted them the same way as Daisuke did before -- Maybe it’s part of their business' greetings? -- and they all got reunited at the counter.

Hikari also came in with her backpack stuffed with something. Rui didn’t know why, it just felt a little… strange??

“So, what is the menu for today, chef?” Takeru chuckled, “You said you created something new.”

“Hehe, glad you asked” Daisuke had the sunglasses on and did the ‘anime glasses thing’ with the light reflection, “V-mon, please.”

“Alright!” and then V-mon served the bowls to the six people, “Bone appetit!” 

“It’s not ‘Bone’ !” Daisuke babbled, “Man, Takeru didn’t ya say it was something like ‘good meal’…”

“Oh, yeah” Takeru nodded, “V-mon it’s ‘ Bon’ , which means ‘good’ in French. And ‘bon appetit’ means ‘enjoy your meal’ ”

“Okay but why is Daisuke using French out of nowhere?” Patamon blinked.

“It’s good to know a bit of each language if I want to open my business in New York!” Daisuke explained, “And maybe I’m considering the idea of doing deliveries later.”

“Is it because of my suggestion?” Iori asked and then Daisuke nodded.

“With the digital gate we can go everywhere!!” V-mon added, “So! We can do something cool like this!!”

“This is just one step to be made!” Daisuke bragged, “Now, enjoy the bowl. I’ll be waiting for your feedback on my most recent creation.”

“Don’t forget to describe the flavors!” V-mon added excitedly.

“So uh, what’s different in it?” Miyako raised an eyebrow, “It doesn’t seem different from the usual bowls you served before…”

“Just… Try it first,” he pouted.

“Will you keep using the sunglasses indoors?” Tailmon seemed quite bothered by that. Even Takeru had taken his beanie off!!

“Well, I’m not a real ramen chef if I don’t have them on.”

“It’s missing the spirals, dagya!” Armadimon commented.

“... I left them at home,” Daisuke shrugged.

“YOU HAVE SUNGLASSES WITH THOSE ANIME SPIRALS!?” Everyone seemed pretty surprised by it. Except V-mon, of course.

“Yeah, and they’re mine!” V-mon replied with a grin.

“THEY BELONG TO V-MON!?”

“I don’t think that should be a surprise” Daisuke took the shades off, “Takeru does the same thing, but with hats!”

“Ah, that’s true,” Wormmon blinked.

“Takeru-san has something equal to that too,” Hawkmon replied with a nod.

“We should quit arguing and start eating!” Takeru babbled nervously when everyone glanced at him, “Or else Daisuke will be even more upset than he is right now!”

The only person not taking part in that discussion was Rui, who was just sitting in the corner and already eating his bowl. Somehow him being this quiet made them all forget he was there… But he didn’t mind it either. He’s still just a stranger, maybe Daisuke only invited him out of courtesy…?

“...”

It’s good -- Rui thought. He didn’t expect something so simple to be good. But isn’t this what Daisuke is in a nutshell? Simple-minded and a box full of surprises. Now he had to compliment that, which is the hard part. The group were already chatting and even arguing about fashion accessories… He felt it would be rude to interrupt them all.

But… This is really good.

He felt even more awkward…

“AHEM!” Daisuke managed to spot he wasn’t involved in their shenanigans, so he just called everyone’s attention to the main subject, “Now, really… Just eat it. And tell me what y’all think about it.”

The group looked at each other and then to Rui sitting there in silence eating. V-mon noticed Rui was… crying??

“Oh no-- is it too bad!?” V-mon gasped, mortified “Daisuke, you made something so horrible he’s--”

“No.”

“Huh??”

“It’s good,” he said, quite awkwardly.

“Then why are you crying??” Patamon asked.

Why am I crying…?? -- Not even he realized the reason for those tears. The group then tried their own bowls, trying to understand Rui’s reaction to the food.

“Oh! It’s tasty!” They all commented.

“See the difference?” Daisuke chuckled.

“What did you do this time??” Hikari asked, impressed by the flavor.

“It’s a secret~”

“He was bored last night and accidentally dropped the wrong seasoning to the broth and then he tried it and got… this new ‘BOOM’ okay??” V-mon explained.

“So it was an accidental discovery,” Iori mused.

“What seasoning was?” Tailmon asked the next question.

“It was…”

Seriously, why am I crying by eating something tasteful? -- Rui kept wondering why a simple ramen bowl could bring him tears. Was it the spice? Was it too spicy? Or too salty?? It didn't make any sense, because he didn’t feel it was too spicy or salty… He just sat there eating in silence and trying to get it, why was he…?!

“Oh, I know! Is it love??” Patamon asked.

“Can you put love in a bowl?” Wormmon asked, innocently.

“Well, putting it that way, yeah it had a ton of love while preparing it for my best pals so…”

“Excuse me,” Miyako stared at Daisuke, “I’m the one who got the Digimental of Love here. Better you teach me your secrets.”

“Then, better you give me your Digimental of Love because I deserve it now.”

“Not a chance!”

They all laughed.

“...”

Meanwhile Rui, oh poor Rui… He was so confused about what the heck is going on with him that he was feeling like spacing out again. He didn’t even realize he finished his bowl quite quicker than the others.

So now he was just watching the empty bowl and thinking how can he describe those feelings and flavors and -- WAIT WHY ARE THEY ALL LOOKING AT HIM NOW?!

“Wow…” Wormmon exclaimed.

“Well… It was d-delicious!” He babbled aloud. Dang it, he’s feeling like a fool…

“Hey, take it easy” Daisuke said, “So uh… How’s that?”

“... It was good.”

“And?”

“... I don’t understand why, but eating this bowl gave me joy… Something I haven’t felt for a long time ago.”

“Oh, so you liked it!?” V-mon gasped.

“V-mon, crying does not always mean sadness” Ken started explaining, “It can mean joy too. Like when Daisuke says something dumb and funny, making everyone cry out of laughter. It can also be out of relief, and so do other reasons as well.”

“... I think I was crying because…”

“... You feel happy to be here, right?” Daisuke tried to guess it.

“H-huh?”

“How’s Ukkomon’s egg going?” Miyako asked, “Did it hatch already?”

“... Not yet,” and then he showed the tiny watch-clock sized egg from his pocket. They all looked at it, “I always take him with me, just in case…”

“That’s a good signal,” Tailmon smiled, and then looked at Hikari, “You have to never lose hope, he will come back. Right, Hikari?”

“Yes, We never lost hope so that’s why we were able to meet each other.”

“... I feel safe with you guys,” Rui blushed a bit. Oh so that’s why he felt a little nervous, right?

“We can help you form connections,” Hawkmon said this time, “But sometimes you need a little push.”

“??”

“Yeah, so that’s why I got you here, dude” Daisuke chuckled, “We want to know more about you!”

“And we want you to know more about us, dagya!”

“... Oh.”

“Ah, I have something to show to everyone!” Hikari then took the stuffed backpack and opened it. Then Tailmon handed each of them a knitted scarf “I made those!!”

“That’s so cute!!” Miyako exclaimed with glee.

“Wow, it has cool details on them!!” Daisuke was in awe, “It reminds me of my Digital World’s jacket!!”

“Mine is Patamon-themed” Takeru commented, then looked at Hikari, “You made all of those, with details… All alone?”

“Oh I helped too” Tailmon started to brag, “I evolved into Angewomon and helped Hikari to knit. So they have an angel touch, haha~”

“Literally an angel touch… (dagya)” The digimon repeated together.

Rui also had one in his hands. It looked like Ukkomon, somehow. Hikari is really nice to give him something too, isn’t she? He kinda needed a little more color in his wardrobe… He had just started to wear some black-and-gray tones after the day he discovered Ukkomon had been hijacking his parents’ bodies (and possibly the rest of the people he had contact with?)… He kinda liked his usual outfit, but this was kinda giving him the will to risk changing a little.

So he put it around his neck. Somehow the colors were too bright for his dark clothes… But he was feeling happy with that humble present. He looked really funny and just felt like a tiny puppy with a new dog collar and wagging his tail happily.

The others just looked at him being more relaxed and comfortable, but Daisuke had to hold his laugh. Yeah, it was a little funny to him. And if he laughed now he could give the wrong message. But that made them all just feel the barrier between them and Rui had turned a little less thicker.

“I can’t use it right now, it will get dirty!!” Daisuke said, blushing, “B-But I will do it later!! And I won’t take it off ever again!”

“It will get stinky and we won’t let you approach us!” Patamon pouted.

“I… I will wash it though!!”

“You can’t wash it if you don’t take it off!”

“I didn’t mean literally not taking it off!!” Daisuke’s awkwardness increased. At least no one was paying attention to Rui feeling so warm and happy with those people taking him to eat ramen and giving him a gift!

More laughs.

“T-thank you…” it was interrupted by Rui simply thanking Hikari, “I… I appreciate it.”

“When Daisuke-kun said he wanted to gather everyone to try a new recipe, I decided to knit those. Now we all have matching scarves. Isn’t it fun?”

“This is the closest to having your crush give you a gift,” V-mon nodded sagely.

“HahahahaHA-- WHAT DO YA MEAN, V-MON!?” Daisuke panicked.

Daisuke-kun is acting weirdly… He probably likes her -- Rui thought. He wasn’t disappointed, but he was now frowning?

“I appreciate it as well, Hikari-chan” Ken thanked her, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, everyone here agrees, right?” Takeru smiled. Everyone agreed in a nod.

“Oh, there’s one more inside” Patamon noticed a 8th scarf in the backpack.

“This one is for Wallace,” Tailmon explained, “He’s part of our friend circle too, don’t forget it.”

“Wallace?” Ken and Rui asked.

“He’s a friend from America,” Hawkmon explained, “But uh… He tends to flirt with girls.”

“He was flirting with Miyako when we first met him,” Daisuke added with an annoyed tone.

“He what ?!” Ken gave Daisuke a legitimate ‘Kaiser-like’ look.

“I think now that you and Miyako-san are dating he would respect that” Iori tried to calm Ken down. He could present the sadistic Kaiser just by that reaction.

“Better he does,” Wormmon said, also sounding very… creepy?

Ichijouji-kun and Wormmon are scary… -- Rui gulped in silence. That murderous glare and the group trying to calm them down… Oh yeah.

“Anyway,” Daisuke slammed his hands on the other side of the counter, “Better you give me your notes. I need approval from this team here. And this includes you too, Rui.”

“... Ah, right… I think I liked it…?” 

“The flavors were well balanced,” Ken said nonchalantly, “and your presentation of it looks refined even if you’re just starting this business. And I think it would’ve been good if…”

They watched Ken just rambling about Daisuke’s ramen  like a legit restaurant reviewer and it made Rui quite impressed.

“... And serving it with a good shot of the client’s preferred drink could improve the experience.”

“Is… Is Ichijouji-kun a food critic…?”

“He tends to do those long reviews,” Tailmon shrugged, “You will get used to him.”

“Yeah, he’s a nerd” Daisuke rolled his eyes. Ken blushed out of embarrassment.

“But we love him so he’s our nerd!” Miyako added, and the blush in Ken intensified.

“Sooooo… Do y’all approve this one?”

“Yeah!/Yes!/Mhm!” They all said.

This group of people and their digimon seem so refreshing… Is this what friendship means? Is this… what having real friends means?

Rui felt his encounter with those people and digimon had helped him to start healing his heart. Somehow… He realized what Ukkomon had said back in time, on his 8th birthday.

The ‘friends’ Ukkomon couldn't bring that time… They weren’t his classmates.

It was those people. It was exactly this group of people, apparently.

He took the egg from his pocket and looked at it, with a calm and warm smile:

Thank you, Ukkomon. For leading me to them.

[inspiredwriter]

Leonardo :*parado en el restaurante*(pensamientos💭) vamos Leo este día de San Valentín deber ser especial para Stefany 😊😁💖💘💞💗*mira su reloj* ya pronto será a las ocho Espero que llegue😄🥰⌚💕💝❣️

Stefany :*se acerca a Leo* hola tortuguita me arregle bien para nuestra cita el día de San Valentín🥰😊👗🩷💞💘💖

Leonardo :*mirá a Stefany y se sonroja* ¡Wooaah!~😳😍💓💘💝💞 te ves muy hermosa como siempre gatita 😏🥰💖💕❣️

Stefany :*se sonroja* jajaja pues gracias Leo tú también eres hermoso 😄😃💗💞💓💘* besa a Leo en la mejilla* Muah~😚💋💕💝❣️¿Qué hiciste para nuestro día especial? 😄🤭💓💕💘

Leonardo :*abraza a Stefany en la cintura* bueno reserve una cena en el restaurante de sushi para nosotros 😏😘🍣🥂🏪💖💞❣️es el lugar más romántico de la ciudad 😊😉🌃💝💕💘💗

Stefany : Oh que dulce de tu parte Lee 🥰😍💖🩷💕💝* abraza el brazo de Leo*(pensamientos💭) Espero que entremos quiero darle tu regalo especial para ti ☺️😀🎁💝💞❣️💕

***

Miguel Angel :*se detiene en el apartamento de Anastasia*(pensamientos💭) me alegra Donnie me prestó su auto para llegar a mi princesa a un lindo paseo por la ciudad 😏😁🚗🏙️💕❣️💞💖*toca la bosina*¡Ooooh nena tu príncipe está aquí~! 😄😉💗💘💕

Anastasia :*sale del apartamento* ahora mi príncipe estoy lista Para nuestras citas de San Valentín 🥰😃💘💖💕💞

Miguel Angel :*se sonroja con la boca abierta* ¡¡Oh concha~!!😳😍🌋💘💖💞💗 tú no eres Anastasia eres una diosa del amor que ha caído en el cielo por mi 😍😇💕💓💝

Anastasia : Gracias mi apuesto apuesto príncipe 🤭🥰💗💞💓💘*se sube el auto* bien amor A dónde nos vamos? ☺️😀💖💕❣️💗

Miguel Angel :*acaricia la pierna de Stefany* bueno nena vamos a dar un lindo paseo por toda la ciudad😏😘🚗🌃💕💖💝 susurra e Anastasia del oído*luego vamos lugar privado para hacer el amor en el auto 😈☺️🚙💓💘💞💖

Anastasia : Sin palabras cariño vamos😃😍💘💖💕💗* acaricia a Mikey en la mejilla* cuando lleguemos tengo un regalo que te gustará pero no puedo decírtelo🤭😉🎁💝💞❣️💓💕

@inspiredwriter

*At the evening*

*In a restaurant*

Stefany: My God, Leo, it's magnificent that we're having a romantic dinner on the roof😃😍🍣🥂💖🩷💘💞 *Sits down at the table*

Leonardo: *Pushes the chair* All the best only for you, my love😘🥰💓💖❣️💕 *Kisses Stefany on the cheek* Muah~😚💗💝💞 *Sits down at the table*

Stefany: *Wipes fork with napkin* Bon appetit to you, hunny😄😋🍣💗🩷💕 *Eats sushi*

Leonardo: Same to you, kitty😄🥰���🥂💘🩷💞 *Pours champagne into two glasses* (Thoughts💭) She doesn’t know yet that I booked a separate hotel room for us🤫😈🏩💘💓❣️💞

*In the forest*

Michelangelo: *Drives up on the hill and stops the car* Well, we have arrived at our destination, my love😄🥰💗🩷💖💕 Here we will admire the stars, eat party cake and..~😁😏💓💘💞 *Caresses Anastasia's booty* Do fun things~😈🥰💖💓❣️💕

Anastasia: *Blushes* Ah, Mikey, this is wonderful😳😍💗💝💞 How did you find such a beautiful place?😄💓🩷💖💕

Michelangelo: Well, when my brothers and I were on patrol in the forest, I found this hill and thought it would be a great place for a date with my beloved girlfriend😗🥰💘❣️💗💕 *caresses Anastasia's back*

Anastasia: *Snuggles up to Mikey's chest* Mikey, you're the best🥰🤗💖🩷💝💞 *Kisses Mikey on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋💓💘💞 Let's get out of the car and admire the starry sky😍😘💝💗❣️💕

*On the river*

Donatello: *Stands by the river* Where is my little mermaid?🤔🤨 I want this evening to be special for her😟🌌🌊✨

April: *Approaches the pier* Donnie, I'm here, my love😄🥰💖💝💘💞 *Takes Donnie's hands* Sorry for the delay, it took me a while to find the best outfit😅😘👗👡💗🩷💕

Donatello: *Blushes* Wow, darling, you look so brilliant that you just blind me with your beauty😃😍💓🩷💖💘✨ *Kisses April on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋💖❣️💝💕 Are you ready for a romantic boat ride?😏🌌🌊🚣‍♂️💗💝💓💞

April: Of course, sweetie😍🥰💖🩷❣️💕 *Holds Donnie's hand and gets into the boat*

Donatello: (Thoughts💭) I'll take her to the far shore, where there is a beautiful waterfall and we'll make love there😏😈🌅🌳🍃💗💘💕 *Unties the boat from the shore and takes the oars* We're setting sail, beauty~😁🥰🌊🚣‍♂️💖💓💞 *Sails away from the shore*

*At a rock concert*

Candy: *Jumps up with arms in the air* Woo, haha!🙌😙😃 Rock is alive!🤘😆🎸⚡ *Speaks to Raph in ear* Raphi, I think we have a slightly unusual date for Valentine's Day!😉😄💝💘💕

Raphael: *Hugs Candy's waist* It's not bad, the main thing is that you are happy my little pepper😏🥰💗💖💓💞 *Speaks to Candy in his ear* Besides, this is not the only surprise for tonight🤫😈💝🩷💕

@swagreecrow

[aeoki]

Number Eight - Take a Chance: Chapter 6

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Los Angeles Townscape

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< One hour later. >

Niki: HiMERU-kun, I’ve finally finished lining up the local specialities! I’m gonna review them now so you can start filming~♪

HiMERU: Hehe. The video has already been filmed, so don’t worry and continue.

Niki: Wha, since when!? Did you film me excitedly lining them up from the very beginning!?

HiMERU: Yes. It was finished while you were carefully arranging them all, Shiina.

After all, it won’t be much of a show if there isn’t someone filming when the cameramen aren’t around. HiMERU decided to film your excitement because it was something worth filming.

Niki: I wish you told me earlier! I was so excited to show the local specialties to the viewers~!

Kohaku: Ko ko ko. I think that can be edited.

Anyhow, they all look really nice even though you’re just going to review them. It’s almost a waste to eat them.

Niki: No no, this is all so that we can eat them deliciously later~ If anything, it would be a waste to not eat them.

I’d hate it if the viewers were under the impression that the local specialities here are terrible because I cut corners, so I’m gonna do my best to show them it’s the opposite.

Rinne: Alrighty, looks like things are going swimmingly. All that’s left to do is to eat ‘em right away ♪

Niki’s gonna eat ‘em deliciously! And we’re gonna film that!

The footage should end up being pretty good advertising material, so we should be able to complete our mission at the same time ♪

Niki: I’d expect no less from the almighty director~ Look who’s giving out precise instructions.

But I wish you helped out when we went shopping for them, though.

Rinne: He who does not work, neither shall he eat. Right, Niki?

We used up our precious travelling expenses for this. It’s your job to move those legs and get to work!

Niki: Geez. You’re always so oppressive, Rinne-kun…

Well, whatever. There’s nothing happier than having food!

Bon appetit! Ahhh *munch munch…* ♪

Rinne: Merumeru, you’re filming this, right? We only get to film this once, so make sure to do a good job, okay~?

HiMERU: HiMERU knows, of course. Everything will be captured properly, so rest assured.

Rinne: Kohaku-chan, could ya shine the light more onto Niki’s face? The sun’s setting so it’s getting dark.

Kohaku: On Niki-han’s face…? Uhh, like this?

I never would’ve thought I’d be doing this with a white cloth instead of a reflector. I’m worried it might not be that effective.

Rinne: Well, you’ve just gotta believe in Rinne Amagi-kun – aka ya local genius!

Niki: *Munch munch* That was delish!

Rinne: Alrighty, that should be enough for the video. Our mission is complete, right?

Kohaku: Looks like that’s what the tablet’s showin’.

I don’t know who’s filmin’ us from afar, but I’m glad they’re watchin’ us properly.

Niki: Yeah. Looks like we’ve been rewarded with more money too! It’s enough to cover the local specialties we just bought, and we even have enough to buy ourselves dinner!

HiMERU: You shouldn’t just be thinking about food all the time, Shiina. We haven’t rolled the dice yet, but we’ve received a notification about our next mission.

Rinne: “???”... What the heck is this?

Niki: I wonder if the device is bugging out or something~? I don’t understand what’s going on!

HiMERU: There’s an emergency function on the tablet, so perhaps we should try contacting the show’s staff.

The producer for “Number Eight” won’t show themselves, so who knows if they’ll actually respond or not.

This work offer was introduced to us through Anzu-san, so they shouldn't treat idols carelessly.

Rinne: …Wait. Guys, look over there.

Niki: Look at what? I’m not seeing anything…

Rinne: Did you forget? We parked the car in front of the restaurant when we had lunch, right?

And we haven’t moved it since, right?

Niki: Yeah, but… Huh?

That’s weird. I don’t see the car anywhere…

Kohaku: Rinne-han. If my hunch is correct, this is “that”, right?

HiMERU: Hmm. They made us do all those missions like a normal TV show only to drop the bomb on us when we let our guard down. That was their plan, wasn’t it?

Rinne: Yeah. Looks like our wonderful metal horse that could take us anywhere we wanted got stolen. Which means the real “Number Eight” begins now. I see, I see…♪

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Resolution Day

Monet's 1st initial 3★ story (1/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: kitchen (morning) ; park (evening) | Characters: Monet, Renoir, Sisley, Bazille, Manet

Monet: Aight, let's see what we got this morning... Oh, it's Manet-aniki! 'Morning!

Renoir: That's a huge amount of food for every day. It's amazing that you can eat that much in the morning.

Manet: What are you surprised about? It takes a lot of energy to make a good painting. Whether you take it or not, your performance for the day will be different. Even this is not enough.

Monet: As expected from ya, Manet-aniki! I'll have to learn from ya.

Mh-mh-mh-mmmh♪

Bazille: … Hey, Monet. That's a lot of food. Can you eat that much?

Monet: 'Course I can! I gotta afford this if I wanna be like Manet-aniki! Well then, bon appetit! Om, gnam gnam…

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Monet: Gnam, gnam… Uuh, my stomach's gettin' tight... I'm still more than halfway through the meal…

Bazille: You're not a big eater by nature. You knew that was going to happen from the beginning.

Renoir: You shouldn't push yourself so hard, okay? I think energy is important, but I'm afraid you'll get stuck before you get there.

Sisley: That's right. It would be a shame to leave it behind, so I'll help you eat it.

Monet: N-No, it's okay…! Manet-aniki could afford to eat this amount of food. I can do this too! Om, gnam gnam…

Uuuh… Hang in there, Monet… don't give up here. This is just 'nother step on the road to become like… Aniki… Bleurgh…

Bazille: Haah… At this rate, you'll never become like Manet-san, won't you? Guess I have no choice, I'd better get some stomach pills just in case.

—

Renoir: ~♪ ~~♪

… Ah, I've finished my red color. Hey, Sisley. Can I borrow some red paint?

Sisley: Yes, here. You're about to run out of yellow as well, so use it if you want, okay?

Renoir: Thank you. Well then, I'll feel free to use it.

Bazille: Geez, at least have some spare paint ready. You're too soft on him, Sisley.

Sisley: I don't mind. And it's nice to know that people can count on me.

Even so... It's so unusual for Monet not to be here. Normally, he would take the initiative to invite everyone. I wanted to call him, but he wasn't there. Where did he go?

Manet: Uff…

Renoir: Ah, it's Manet-san. Come to think of it, this park is Manet-san's running course. He's stoic as ever, isn't he? I can't believe that he even builds up his body in order to create the best pictures. I admire him, but I can't go that far... Huh?

Bazille: What's wrong, Renoir?

Renoir: Hey, isn't that one over there Monet?

Monet: Haah, haah… M-Manet-aniki… Wa…it, plea…se…

(No way… I'm at my limit…)

Sisley: Monet! Are you okay!?

Monet: Ah… You guys… Why are ya here?

Sisley: We came here to paint. And you, Monet…

Monet: Manet-aniki always runs at this time of the day, so I thought I'd do the same… Haah…

Bazille: I understand your respect for Manet-san, but you don't have to force yourself to imitate him. What if you break down, like you did at breakfast?

Renoir: Certainly, gluttony and running have nothing to do directly with painting.

Monet: … I know y'all worried 'bout me. But… I was impressed not only by Manet-aniki's paintings, but also by his way of life.

Sisley: His way of life?

Monet: Yeah, it was right after Manet and I were mistaken for each other at an exhibition…

[bokutosmochi]

CREAMY, STICKY ♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

"two orders of ice cream bites for fushiguro toji and anon please!"

ingredients? although used to the way people would stare at him, it still gets on his nerves when people try to pry into your private moments.

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? mean dom!toji, food play, hints of dumbification, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, oral [f!receiving]

sugar level? 0.9k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? toji would so do this, he told me himself!!

bon appetit!

most of the time, toji did not mind the way people stared at him. after all, it did not take a genius to find out why people would do so, whether that be because of his size - most people didn't see guys his stature, both in height and broadness outside of their weekly tv -, his attractiveness, or because of his title as sorcerer killer. but it was different when people would stare at him whenever he was on a date with you.

it was supposed to be private, intimate, some one-on-one time with his girlfriend, yet prying eyes kept on glaring holes onto his body.

the both of you are casually eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor near your house. it was his treat after being away for a mission worth half a million yen for such a long time. you missed him a lot, so you were very affectionate with him, sitting beside him in the booth instead of in front of him, cuddling to his side, and pressing sticky ice cream kisses to his cheeks. all thoughout your interaction, people kept on staring at the both of you, something that got on his nerves. with a huff and a roll of his eyes, he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the store.

the distance between the ice cream parlor you were at and your house was fairly short, so it was only a five minute walk to get there, especially since toji was dragging you by the wrist. though he looked pissed off, his hold on you was gentle and you did not feel an ache in your hand while he ignored your questions about his sudden erratic behavior, "toji! toji! what's wrong?" has all fell to deaf ears.

you only got your answer once you got home and your boyfriend slammed you into the door, right hand planted on your hips, and the other still holding a cup of vanilla bean ice cream. "fuckin' people don't know how to mind their goddamn business." he growled out, smashing his lips against yours. "don't know how to keep their eyes to themselves." the kiss was filthy, your tongues licking against each other's and your teeth clashed as you kissed hurriedly, as if you were going to get separated from each other for a month-long mission again.

your hand that wasn't holding on to a cup of half-melted ice cream found their way to his hair, pulling him to you, and pulling him to the bedroom.

"fuck, sweetheart." he breathed out. the ice cream was now on the bedside table and you were under him, so, so close. so much so that you could feel his warmth breath on your face, then down your neck as he pressed wet kisses further down your body. "missed ya so fuckin' much, sweet girl. have no idea how much i miss those sweet little noises of yours." he growled out when you let out a tiny whimper as he sucked a loud hickey onto your collarbone. "i'll give 'em something to stare at." he murmured roughly.

he looked at you, addicted to the way you look during times like this, your half-lidded eyes, oozing lust and desire and the slight o-shape of your mouth while you lightly panted. when his eyes drifted from you, to the side, he smirked, lifting that scar on his lips that you always thought was dangerously attractive. "wouldn't want to waste these, eh, sweet girl?" he got the cup of ice cream and tilted it to the side, letting the beloved dairy product to drip onto your stomach.

its cold temperature made you gasp. it was such a contrast from everything that you were currently feeling, toji's hot breath on you, the humidity of the room covering his well-sculpted body in a sheen of sweat, and his warm hands palming up and down your body knowing how to set your nerves on fire like the way he knows exactly how to kill even the best sorcerers the jujutsu world had to offer. "t-toji," you grasped his thick wrist.

"aw, don't ya worry yer pretty little head, hun." he dipped his head to lick the creamery off of you. you were so starved of his attention that even the simple gesture made your back arch off the bed making him chuckle. "ya like that princess? when daddy eats ice cream off of ya?"

he did it again making you mewl. "tojiiii," his name dragged out of your pouty lips so lustfully, yet it reached his ears and buried itself into your mind like a prayer. "need you so bad."

he did it again and again just to tease you and you found yourself squirming in his hold, mindless and begging for something you no longer knew at this point.

he got the spoon and spread some of the sweet liquid on your inner thighs, then sucking on it.

he was so close to where you wanted him, mere centimeters away. you couldn't help but buck your hips helplessly, after all, you were at his mercy at this point. "toji, pleasepleaseplease." you babbled, much to his amusement.

"yer really enjoying this aintcha, princess? probably like me doing this to ya more than eating ice cream." he smirked before finally, finally burying his face between your legs to where you needed him the most.

i get: reblog

you get: ice cream

[the-guild-codex-and-other-things]

Warped Incorrect Quote Generator

Kit: I'm not creepy. Kit: I'm petty. Kit: There's a difference, ya' know.

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Vincent: Start talking! Kit: Well, I- Vincent: Shut up!

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Kit: *Gasp* Lienna: wHAT?? Kit: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Lienna: *inhales* Darius, in another room with Captain Blythe: Why can I hear screeching?

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Kit: So, Lienna, how did your first time cooking dinner go? Lienna: Pretty good if I do say so myself. Kit: Oo! Okay, what are we having? Lienna: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato. Kit: A whole potato? Lienna: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches! Kit: These just look like big slabs of black. Lienna: Because that's what they are! Lienna: And then for desert, we have chocolate. Kit: These are just chocolate chips? Lienna: They sure are! Lienna: And then for drinks, we have toast! Lienna: *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

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*Kit is cleaning the house and he finds an empty bottle of orange juice* Kit: Clear orange juice? Kit: Oh, it's empty. Lienna, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

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Lienna, about Zak: Kit, he's an asshole! He has purposely stabbed you on more than one occasion! Kit: Some of those stabbings were accidental! Lienna: Kit: Okay, well, I know for a fact the third time was accidental.

[angi3260]

Angst time I guess with harper( and mike and ethan probably)as the target(s) so bon appetit angst kids

Few warnings should be probably the mentions to suicide so please don't read if its uncomfortable to you( it's understandable as one who's attempted it)

It was a night and ethan and mike were strolling around flirting and being gay together until they heard a thunder bolt strike panicking ethan like a child with mike holding him to assure his safety and noticed something frying from the place it was a persons body, they seemed unconscious so mike grabbed the body up" ethan, I think we should go home. As in right now" spoke mike seriously hearing footsteps and the sound of someone hitting the street floors with their bat many times" well well well, look what the orphan snatched, my feast" spoke the person seriously" great, just what I needed the Meyers kid" spoke mike grabbing tight to the passed out person's body then signaling ethan to leave immediately now as he did while mike grabbed his pan and went straight to hit the Meyers kid in the face" oh mike Johnson. Did you forget that bad, I may be blind but..." spoke meyers moving around to aware himself of his surroundings. He touched the ground a lot, listened where it got louder and sniffed for Mike's scent as he had gotten used to it thanks to amelia then raised his open arm and firmly captured the pan" doesn't mean I'm vulnerable" finished the meyers kid" I should really thank your old friend amelia for getting me your scent. Really makes you more of a sooner or later meal to me to swallow up leaving a empty plate" he spoke as mike let the pan go and then grabbing one of his stickies with a spell on it" yeah right, I'm over her you know" spoke mike while grabbing the sticky he wanted and took a deep breath quietly to avoid getting caught" are you really? She has been lately begging to be set free from our grasp. Doesn't seem her actions were meant to hurt us at all and more on purpose to hurt you until that fucking regret comes in" spoke meyers listening closely and then turning one of his hands into a huge sharp claw slashing nearly Mike's head off making mike panic and reappearing meaning the spell wore off and then was amelia with a sad look" was I really a burden to you mikey? Why do you hate me..." she spoke crying tears of black liquid. Mike was almost crying until he saw the tears and shaked his head in denial, no it wasn't her, it wasn't amelia at all she was long gone from his arms now since that breakup. Then amelia laughed and slashed mike nearly again with her arm of a claw turning back into the Meyers kid" you seemed to have gotten used to my illusions now didn't you?" He spoke. Mike was considering to run away but it would do nothing much either way but too late to think more for Jason thunder struck all around and mike quickly avoided until one hitted him directly causing him to lose conscious as jason took this chance to finish until he was shocked by the lightning by another pathetic friend of mike's, willow quickly took their leave with mike in their grasp" NEXT TIME THAT STUPID ZOMBIE WON'T BE THERE TO SAVE YOU YA FUCKING ORPHAN!!" yelled jason madly pissed. After some time mike woke up all bandaged from any scratches and noticed willow reading a blue print of theirs and near mike was the other person still passed out" your finally awake, thank the lighting cpr of mine for working" spoke willow relieved as mike looked at the other person on his bed after analyzing willow brought the two of them back to his house and saw his mother samantha" my child, are you okay?" Asked the mom worried" I'm okay mom. Can the person I found stay until they get better since they seem badly bruised" spoke mike" of course they can, they have a permission to come here for as long as they need" replied samantha handing mike a cup of tea out of the three she made for both her kids and herself" I should be getting home now otherwise my dads will worry for my vanish from bed time, cya tomorrow mikey" spoke willow taking their leave" take care willow" replied mike after burning his tongue from his tea." you too must go to bed my child as school is still needed to go tomorrow" spoke samantha as mike went back to bed saying " good night mom" and the mom replying back " sweet dreams my children"

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A growing Bucket-List bon appetit!

While most donuts are sweet, these deep fried donuts hide the yummiest savory surprise inside. Crisp on the outside, with a creamy, cheesy center– Macaroni And Cheese Donuts are a bucket list experience growing all over the world at your local county fairs!

Ya see,.... Once you start down that road of home-made mac and cheese donuts, there’s no going back.

It’s creamy, it’s cheesy- it’s pretty much unforgettable. And, in some circles, unforgivable if you don’t go for it.

........ and I know,........ I know,..... you’re shaking your head and saying ‘Nope, not me!! That iron will and portion control will crumble in the face of a bowl of thick and creamy pasta sauce to dip those Macaroni and Cheese Donuts in...... Mmmmmmmmmm, now that's really good eatin!

(Lol)

[pendinghope]

Bon Appetit- a cute romance story. An office worker and a chef are neighbors. (I haven’t finished this one yet).

Venus in the Sky. - Seems interesting. I stopped at a scene cause I was fairly positive it’d turn into a misunderstanding and I’m kinda sick of those plot lines at the moment. Will continue watching at a later date. An interior designer quits his job and returns to live with his brother. Now working in his brother’s shop he runs into a doctor he knew back in college. What caused the tension between them? Why does the doctor keep coming back?

The eighth sense - imma be honest, I’m a little bit lost with what’s happening in this show currently. I watched the first episode a bit ago but I can’t remember much. I think there’s a lot of family drama in this one, but I don’t remember for sure.

La Pluie - soulmates. The concept is interesting and I like the way they do soulmates. It’s not like a set in stone type deal, a possibility but not a necessity. I love the parents’ relationship and was rooting for the side couple the whole time. However, I got sick of the main couple real fast. They were fine at first and then just kept thinking the other one was cheating. It got old real fast and they mainly only stuck together because they were soulmates. So while I’m not a fan of the main relationship I highly enjoyed the side characters.

Love with flaws - Seems funny. A woman with three brothers learns to distrust handsome men after watching her brothers continuously break hearts. Quick to judge a book by its cover, will she ever be able to trust a handsome man? Will she ever get a date who isn’t interested in one of her brothers?

OMG! Vampires - it’s goofy and I love it. Plus vampires.

Love on Lo - cute short series. They were roomates.

Sing my crush - Appears to be a romance show. I haven’t watched it yet so I don’t know all that it’s about. I’ll watch it at a later date.

Golden blood - The son of a mafia boss and his bodyguard. I haven’t finished so I can’t say much about it.

Stand by me/Addicted - Two separate shows about the same story. Addicted shows more of the toxic character traits and has more intimate scenes. Stand by me does the Aunt (that’s just how I refer to her) and her kid really well. They are a bigger part of the story in this version. The romance is questionable so watch at your leisure.

Until we meet again - this show made me cry. From what I remember it was beautiful and tearjerking. I’m pretty sure there’s a second series showing more of the side couple, Between Us.

Happy ending - now I don’t know what this show is about but I pray it actually has a happy ending. Okay so I’m watching it as I’m writing this and I like it so far but I’m so scared. This show better not make me cry, please be happy. Noooo please don’t let this show be just a misunderstanding, please nooooo. Not another, please. Okay, ya know I liked it. If I’m correct it’s just 4 episodes. I enjoyed the formatting and execution. It was cute.

Happy Ending Romance - ? No clue what this one is or if that’s even the title. I’ll check it out later. Update: So this does exist I just can’t find it. Well if I am ever able to watch I will add a summary of it, until then you can look it up if you’re interested.

Happy Merry Ending - A singer with social anxiety (it’s what the subtitles said were one of the things his meds help with, ah the show just described it as a panic disorder) and the new pianist meet. How will their interactions go? Content warning: the main character experiences some anxiety attacks (I’m only on the first episode so I don’t know what else may occur during the series). Please be aware of what you can handle before watching. Please be careful that there is nothing triggering in this show before you watch. If you have any questions feel free to ask me and I’ll try to scan this show for anything you want to be aware of. I’m just rambling now. His anxiety is giving me anxiety. Reminds me of my anxiety attacks, ahhh. The scenes are fairly short but do be warned. Ah I’m on episode 5, I’ll continue this show later.

Advance bravely - A rich man and a bodyguard. The bodyguard’s sister wants him to help her court the rich man, who is entirely uninterested in her advances. Will the rich man be able to get the siblings to leave him alone? Will the bodyguard ever let anyone date his sister? Who knows, but their interactions are funny and interesting.

Bad and Crazy - I love this show. But my second hand embarrassment be ruining me. The characters are all so fun and the overall vibe is amazing. I feel like explaining my second hand embarrassment a bit. Okay so I get really bad secondhand embarrassment from shows. When I was younger I had to full on leave the room, now I can manage by just covering my face and plugging my ears for some scenes. It’s still incredibly difficult for me to watch some scenes so I tend to watch shows that have a bunch of those scenes with other people. That way I can just get a recap of what happened. Ah this leads me to another thing (by the way I’m just going off on a tangent so this part isn’t related to this specific show), a lot of the romance shows I watch have scenes where one character says another character is blushing. But there’s like no difference. Okay I find this funny because when I blush my entire face just goes bright red, like the entire thing. So when watching a show where they say a character is blushing I’m just like, come on please man can you put a little bit of blush on them or something cause when I blush it’s so freaking obvious. Not a complaint by the way, I just find it amusing. Ah also this show isn’t a romance show, I just went off on a tangent. Still love this show and all the awesome scenes! The fight scenes are so cool! And the characters’ interactions are all so fun! Love the main characters partner!

Beloved in House: I do - I don’t remember why I paused watching this series. But I do remember it was cute and a bit goofy. Ah now i remember, I stopped on an episode because I was afraid of a potential misunderstandings in the next episode. I really should continue it, it seemed so cute. I’ve done some metalworking before so I found the designs super interesting.

Yo fall guy, the movie is incredible. Hands down, I loved it. It was highly enjoyable for me. I loved the execution, formatting, jokes, and music. It was a highly enjoyable film for me.

Our dining table - super cute romance! I’m only on episode one but I am loving it so far. A tired office working going through the motions meets a child and his older brother on his lunch break. What will come of this interaction? Will the office worker continue living a monotonous life, simply surviving? Or will he find more?

Ah I’m a bit sleepy so I’ll stop here for now. Hope you guys find a show you like! Have fun!

[nightshadehasblorbos]

Continuing quotes and other changes I found funny in the 4Kids translation of Winx Club, featuring mostly Musa and Stella

Season 1 Episode 4

“There’s a word for that. It’s, like, irony.”

“Let’s bounce.” Love you Musa.

Stormy: “Yeah, but, please. We do it for the greater evil.” Icy: “True.”

“If Riven wants to get eaten, I say bon appetit.”

Bloom: “Wait a minute the troll’s footprints. Notice anything?” Flora: “What about them?” Stella: “Yeah, I notice something. They’re like a size 30.”

“He, like, found a way to level walk, so he could shake up our follow, ya know?” Musa what in the world did you just say?

“Yoohoo, Nature, I’m listening.”

“Man, it’s gonna be so embarrassing if someone finds us like this.”

“They only eat loudmouths, so you should pipe down.”

“I hope ‘the troll eats the girls’ isn’t phase 2.”

Oh my gosh they literally did the “10 billion points for Gryffinpuff!”