#dessert: it's practically a character in the story

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[nerdyenby]

Niki telling the story behind “It was a bad day to be a cheesecake”

The cast and crew went out to dinner after practice the night before episode 2 and Niki and Jerma were sitting next to a member of the crew that was really quiet. The first thing they said the entire night was when dessert came out: “it’s a bad day to be a cheesecake”. Niki lost her absolute mind and when she came to set the next day (probably only 16 hours later) someone had printed it onto a T-shirt.

Jerma said that during the carousel scene specifically to make Niki break character and she did, but there wasn’t a camera on her so it was fine lol

[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Ch 21

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings; language, minor alcohol, minor anxiety/worry but it's all fluff otherwise. 3k. Wow. We're finally here. It lowkey feels super surreal. The passage of time is wild and I don't remember when I started writing this fic, though I know I had a lot of it written before I started posting so that likely makes it seem longer. When it all comes down to it, this is one of my favourite fics that I've written. I'm proud of it. I'm incredibly thankful to everyone who's been reading it, reblogging and commenting, you are all wonderful and amazing. Stay tuned for plenty more one shots and lots of fun with our favourite characters in the future! Don't wanna miss a fic? Sign up for taglist here! Liked the story? Send me a ko-fi!

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To say that Emily’s mind was not focused over the next twenty four hours would have been an understatement. She knew that dinner was occupying her thoughts, trying to think of the best way to get her words out without fumbling all over them or saying the wrong thing. She almost considered practicing by writing them down, having a speech ready to go if she forgot what she was supposed to be saying. She started to wonder if that alone was enough, if words would be strong enough to win you over or if she needed to stop for flowers, dessert or even something fancier on the way over to your place.

She thought she was doing a decent job of keeping it under wraps while at work until Tara asked what break in the case her and DiNozzo had discovered. When Emily’s brow furrowed the other woman pointed out Tony had been in her office for nearly an hour, the two of them involved in a deep conversation and she could only assume they’d discovered something. Emily’s cheeks burned as she bluffed the best reasoning she could think of before excusing herself back to her office. While the case had been the original reason Tony popped into her office, she’d roped him in to staying, saying he was the king of all movies and tropes, wondering if maybe now was the time for some grand gesture.

He'd shot that idea down, which is why she was pulling up to your place empty handed except for a bottle of wine. The biggest grand gesture she was planning was to greet you with a kiss neither of you would be able to forget. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as she waited for the elevator, letting out a breath in an attempt to relax herself the best she could, a kiss was a kiss, the worst thing that could happen was that you wouldn’t read into it the way she did.

You swung the door open, a soft smile on your cheeks as you stepped back to let her into your apartment. Her hand quickly found your waist but any and all plans she had immediately fell out the window at the hesitancy and anxiety wafting off you and vibrating through the air. She could tell your shoulders were tensed, and you didn’t melt into her embrace the way you normally did, so she settled for a kiss on the cheek as per your usual greeting, following you into the kitchen as she passed off the bottle of wine.

“I’ve got a white open if you want to start with that?” You offered, tucking the bottle she’d brought into the fridge and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She smiled softly at you, watching you pull down a glass to fill for her, adding in a couple of ice cubes just as she liked it.

“How’s the case?” You asked, picking up your own wine as you leant against the island across from her, “Tony mentioned it was still pretty dead ended, I was kinda surprised you had time to make it tonight.”

“It’s a case.” She shrugged, “there’s only so much we can do right now. Figured it was best to let everyone have the night off, come back clear headed tomorrow.”

As her eyes swept through the kitchen she felt her own anxiety beginning to settle into her bones, her heart still strumming faster than usual in her chest. You had made the plan to stay in for dinner, so she wasn’t confused over your very casual attire of pyjama shorts and a cardigan, but aside from the wine bottle, there was no sign of intending to host tonight.

“Bummer.” You let out a sigh as you took a sip of wine, catching the way Emily nearly jumped at the sound of your voice, her jaw tightening and you were quick to finish you sentence, “about the case! Not that you had time to come over. That’s good, I’m glad. I just uh..” you let out an awkward laugh she wasn’t used to hearing, “didn’t want to make it sound like I was happy there was some psycho killer still out there.”

It was Emily’s turn to chuckle, taking another large sip of her drink, “no, I get it, it’s a tricky line to walk…”

Her accidentally chosen words hung heavily in the air, weighing down on both of you as you let out a quiet hum, staring over her shoulder, your wine glass in front of your face. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest so heavily you were almost certain Emily could hear it or at least could see the way the pulse point in your neck was jumping. It was part of the reason you’d pulled away so quickly at the front door, you didn’t want her to be able to feel it, or your clammy hands, she didn’t need to know you were nervous.

“Hey…” you were almost certain your voice cracked, “I uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her face shot up, trying to control the expression written across it when she finally caught your eye, “oh, yeah. Me too, but you first.”

You downed the rest of your wine, your glass likely hitting the island with a little too much velocity as the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could take a second thought. “I think we should end the arrangement.”

Emily felt her heart drop into her stomach, the butterflies that were once there crushed into a churning of bile as she swallowed. This certainly wasn’t what she had expected, she thought she’d read the situation right, followed Tony’s advice that was supposed to lead her in the right direction. Then she felt incredibly stupid, she read body language and people for a living when she’d known them for all of two seconds. Yet she’d spent incredibly intimate and personal hours with you and still didn’t manage to get the right vibe.

“Oh…I, okay.” She placed the half full glass of wine, her eyes not totally focused on anything before she scooped up her bag, “I’ll uh… get out of your hair then.”

You’d caught the way her face fell ever so briefly before she managed to mask it, your heart squeezing in your chest as you darted around the island, managing to catch her wrist in your hand.

“No! Emily, please, no.” You tugged her back to you and when she finally did focus on you there was an evident shimmer of tears threatening to spill into her eyes, “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.” You let out a shaky laugh, tripping over your words you were speaking so quickly, “well, I guess it is what I meant, but not how I meant it.”

“You… want to rewrite the contract?” She asked hesitantly and you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“More like I was thinking about ripping up the contract…”

There was a moment of relief washing through Emily that you could feel sparking through your body as she let out a breath. Her gaze was still pouring into you and the entire room suddenly felt too hot, causing you to shove up the sleeves of your cardigan, making sure they were settled above your elbows before undoing a couple of buttons to give you a little cool room to breathe. Emily’s eyes darted over your body as her mind continued to race.

“Listen, I.. god…” you shook your head with a laugh. Despite reciting what you wanted to say for hours, you were still totally flustered when it came to saying it to her face. It didn’t help that you suddenly noticed the way her eyes were flitting between your arms and your thighs. “What?”

She looked up, a curious expression on her face, “no blood drawn?”

“Huh?” Your brow furrowed, head titling in the adorable way Emily loved when you were utterly confused. When she was done shooting you heart eyes she suddenly realized her mistake, her tongue swiping out the corner of her mouth as she began to stutter over her words.

“Uh, just… last time you went out of town you had blood drawn.” She shrugged, “I guess I thought it was some kind of travel, germaphobe, don’t want to pick up a flu or something…” She trailed off, kicking herself for letting it slip out in the first place. Her eyes darted down to your thighs again before flicking up to your collarbone, tracing the line up your neck.

Your face relaxed, lips curving up into a small smile when you caught on to what she was doing, and what she really meant. “No…” You shook your head softly, reaching out to squeeze at her hand, “no blood drawn.”

You felt your chest swell, and Emily wanted nothing more than to kiss you to high heaven in that moment, never wanting to drop your hand no matter what the cost. Instead of getting her chance you spoke again, which, honestly, was probably for the best.

“God…” you laughed again, running a hand through your hair, “I really don’t know how to do this, I’ve never done it before.”

“Wait, what?” Her head tilted, “I thought you like, made a side hustle out of sugar babying.”

“No!” You laughed, “Oh my god I’ve done it once and that was like twenty years ago. We had a very specific end date written into the contract and knew nothing was ever going to come of it aside from my tuition.”

“But you’re so knowledgeable about the subject.” She pointed out, thinking back to how confidently you’d flown through the first few months of your relationship, how you always seemed to be a step or two ahead of her when it came to navigating your way through it.

“I’ve done my research?” You shrugged, “seen a lot of examples with Heather. Hell, with a good chunk of other politicians. Listen,” you squeezed at her hand again, pulling the focus back to the topic at hand, “I don’t know how to navigate it like this.” You gestured between the two of you, “I’m not good at it, I guess it’s another reason I’ve stayed so committed to the job… being committed to a person just kind of scares me. I’ve never felt safe enough to open up the way I needed to, never been relaxed around another person to just… let them into my life so comfortably. I don’t know why things happened so differently with you, so incredibly easily and I think that kinda freaks me out too, but I think that fear is more than worth it if it gives me the chance to be with you…really be with you. Because that’s all I really want.”

When she looked up from your joined hands Emily could hear her heart hammering between her ears, the butterflies from her stomach slowly creeping into her chest. You were fully opening yourself up to her, no matter how much it scared you and behind the hesitancy in your eyes she could see something else pouring out, something that she’d been seeing for weeks but was never ballsy enough to say something about.

“I’m hearing everything your saying and believe me I want to respond and I will, but can I do something first?” She asked.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Your brow furrowed for a second, thinking that she had to take a call, that over your racing heartbeat you hadn’t been able to hear her phone vibrate.

Instead you were letting out a little squeak in surprise when Emily stepped toward you, her hands gently cupping your face as she brought her lips to yours. Your arms easily wound around her shoulders, pulling her body directly into yours so you could absolutely melt against her. You were instantly lost into the kiss, feeling like everything inside of you was exploding in the best way possible. Somehow the thundering in Emily’s chest was calming down as her lips moved against yours with ease, as if that was exactly where they were meant to be. The sweet smell of your shampoo invaded her nose, you invaded every single one of her senses and there was absolutely nothing else that she could ever possibly want.

Her tongue traced the seam of your lips and you easily parted them, wanting nothing more than to be able to fully taste her. Your had crept up the back of her neck, fingers gently toying with the roots of her hair, your thumb stroking at her skin. Her tongue explored your mouth, rolling against your own and she couldn’t help but let out a small groan into the kiss. When your fingers ever so slightly tugged on her hair she retaliated by nipping at your lower lip while her own curved up into a grin. A small laugh broke free from your mouth, neither of you pulling away as you relaxed deeper into each other, giggles and smiles prevalent through a series of smaller kisses until you couldn’t stop them.

Emily’s forehead rested against your own as she stole one more kiss, her hand cupping your chin, thumb tracing your lower lip and you couldn’t help but press a tender kiss to it.

“I know it can be scary…” she started, “it scares me too and honestly I’m not sure if I’m particularly great at it either. I’ve been trying to untangle my thoughts and emotions for weeks, maybe even longer and it’s been driving me insane. All that I really know is that I love spending time with you, I’m happier when you’re around, you make me laugh, you encourage me to be my best, I even sleep better with you next to me and I want so much more of all of that in my life. So…maybe we can figure it out together?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, a bright smile on your cheeks and a sparkle in your eye that absolutely made her weak in the knees, “I’d really like that.”

With another adorable giggle you surged closer to her, kissing her again, your hands tugging at the fabric of her shirt, pulling her impossibly close. You couldn’t get enough of each other and it made Emily laugh again between the kisses.

“Jeeze,” she shook her head, “I can’t believe DiNozzo was right.”

“DiNozzo?” You murmured; head full of butterflies as you stole another kiss. Though once his name was on your lips you were crashed back down to earth and you leant your torso away from her, “were you talking to Tony about our love life?!”

“Uh, maybe?” She winced, her cheeks tinging as she laughed, “I mean, it turned out he did give some pretty good advice.”

“Oh god.” You hung your head, “I am never going to hear the end of this.”

“At least it was worth it?” She suggested and you smiled across at her, pressing your lips to hers.

“It definitely was.”

Her hand caressed your cheek again as she leant in to kiss you, unable to help herself at this point and you weren’t about to deny her. Right as your lips met you jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

“You expecting someone?” She asked, her arm almost tightening around your waist as you laughed, swatting at her arm.

“It’s dinner.” You grabbed your wallet from the island, “did you really think I was going to cook after such a long day?”

Emily shook her head at the look in your eyes as you disappeared around the corner. Choosing to take the time you were dealing with the driver to collect your wine glasses from the island, refilling both before selecting cutlery and setting things up on the coffee table.

“Hope you’re okay with Indian,” you started, setting the bag down on the table as you tucked a leg under yourself on the couch, “I had a craving.”

“Cuisine doesn’t matter as long as I’m sharing it with you.” She replied and you felt your heart thud in your chest, your body melting at the look in her eyes as she gazed over at you.

“You fucking sap.” You teased, choosing to distract her from the misting of happy tears in your eyes by jumping into her lap, your lips meeting hers for another kiss.

Emily’s hands ghosted up your sides as yours settled on her face, thumbs stroking at her cheeks while your tongue explored her mouth. You let out a happy sigh into the kiss that she eagerly swallowed down, her entire being relaxing at the way you were melting into the embrace.

“What?” She asked softly, a smile on her face as she nudged your nose with hers.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, unable to control your own bright smile.

“Oh c’mon.” She prodded at your sides, earning a squeal from you, “don’t pull that crap anymore.”

You laughed, gazing down at her as your thumbs continued to soothe across her cheeks, “I just guess I’ve spent so long avoiding it and being scared that I never realized it could be this easy to fall in love...”

“You’re in love with me?” If it had been even a day earlier the question would have been filled with worry, but right now Emily asked it with a tease in her voice, because she already knew the answer. You didn’t need to say it, she could feel it, the warmth flowing through the room, wrapping itself around the two of you as you perched in her lap. She wasn’t scared to hear anything you had to say and she knew she felt the same way.

“Yeah…yeah I am.”

“Good.” Her hand gently wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you to her for another kiss, this one deeper and a little longer than the last. One that you could feel her emotion in, joy dancing deep through your veins as your heart began to strum in time with hers, “because I’ve been in love with you for weeks. I never thought we could end up like this when we started… but here we are.”

“Mmm.” You left a kiss on the tip of her nose, “and I wouldn’t have it any either way.”

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[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC has finally regained their true, human form after living in the Devildom as a sheep. They are excited about spending the night over at Purgatory Hall for the first time as a human, however a little problem sneaks up on them while they are there.

Simeon x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.

A/N: @b3lph1es-p1ll0w kindly asked me to write an Only Human story for Simeon, and I was more than happy to! Seriously to look back on my very first one, i'm so proud of how much its evolved. This one turned out so cute, and it's a little longer since there aren't as many of the side characters. Plus I have a soft side for Simeon hehe I hope you guys like it! I plan on writing for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon as well!

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Only Human Masterlist

Only Human

Simeon

You had been looking forward to your sleepover at Purgatory Hall all week. You practically jumped for joy as your classes at RAD finally let out for the day, and you raced home to begin packing your things. Your heart flutters in your chest at the thought of spending time with Simeon, Luke and Solomon for the first time since you regained your human form here in the Devildom. A slight burn spread across your cheeks as your thoughts wandered back to a certain Angel that you were especially looking forward to spending time with. You were just finishing packing your bag when all of a sudden, a dull cramping sensation formed in your lower stomach. You gasped, resting against the bed as you waited for the feeling to pass. Thankfully it was gone as quickly as it came on. What was that all about? You thought, rubbing your stomach with your hand. The vibrating from your D.D.D. alerted you to a message from Solomon, who had walked home with you from RAD. 

Hello, MC. I’m waiting in the entryway for you. 

I’ll walk you to Purgatory Hall, the others are waiting there. 

You shake your head as the previous excitement returns to bubble up in your chest. Quickly, you grabbed your things and began to head out to walk to Purgatory Hall with Solomon. 

When you arrive, Simeon and Luke are already preparing an array of different foods for dinner, along with a variety of sweets for dessert. “MC! Welcome!” Luke shouts, dropping what he’s doing to run over to you. His big, blue eyes are shining as you hug him, thankful that you finally have the ability to hug them all. “Thank you Luke! It smells amazing in here. You guys have been working hard, I can tell.” The little Angel smiles wide at the compliment. “Awe it’s no big deal really. But I can’t wait for you to try out the new cake I just made!” Your stomach rumbles at the thought of what decadent meal the Angels have been working so hard to prepare. “I seriously can’t wait.” you practically drool. Luke giggles, running off again back towards the kitchen. “Forgive him, he’s very excited to have you here in your true human form.” A warm voice, smooth as honey sounds from across the room. Simeon’s bright smile captures your attention as he makes his way into the living room, and you can’t help yourself from running over to wrap your arms around him. “Simeon!” you gasp, squeezing him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as well. “Hello, my little lamb. I’m so glad you could join us.” As you release him, Luke appears again from the kitchen. “Come on guys, dinner is ready!” 

Dinner, of course, was wonderful. Otherworldly. Almost like it came from Heaven itself. You of course couldn’t say no to dessert either as Simeon served you a slice of the cake that Luke had been working so hard on. You insisted that you could finally serve it yourself this time, but he simply smiled. “My dear, I will gladly serve you a slice of cake no matter what form you are in.” You blush, unable to meet Simeon’s eyes much after that. As you were finishing up your last bite of cake, another wave of stomach cramps hit you. You winced, slowly bringing your fork back down to the table. “MC, are you okay? You suddenly went a little pale.” Luke asked, concern filling his voice. You give him a weak smile, shifting uncomfortably in your chair. “Yeah I'm okay! I think I may have just eaten too much. It was all so good!” You tried keeping on a cheery disposition, as you really didn’t want to worry anyone. You figured the cramps would soon fade like they did in your bedroom earlier that evening. Except they didn’t. Simeon was shooting you a worried glance from his spot next to you. “How about I show you to your room for the night, MC? You can get settled in.” You nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave the dinner table. 

Simeon gently took you by the hand, his fingers soft and feather light on yours as he led you up the stairs and down the hallway to a guest bedroom across from his own. “This is usually Raphael’s when he stays with us, but we’ve set it up for you to use for the night.” He pauses in the doorway as you let yourself in, placing your bag on the giant, plush bed. “But I must ask, are you truly okay?” You fidget nervously, the cramps in your abdomen still going on strong. “Y-Yeah I promise! Like I said earlier, I think I just ate too much…I'm still getting used to being back in my human form.” Simeon nodded, giving you a small smile. “I see. Well, feel free to get settled and I’ll be right across the hallway if you need me.

You swore you were only going to rest your eyes for a few moments, but as you reached for your D.D.D., you realized it was now 1 a.m. “Oh no…” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep! How rude am I?! You were about to jump out of bed when you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. On top of that, the cramps were now then times worse than they have been all evening. “This can’t be happening right now…” you sigh, rubbing your temples. After a few moments, you decided to try standing up to head to the bathroom. However, when you glanced down behind you, there was a bright red spot now staining the pristine white bed sheets. You felt tears welling up in your eyes at the realization of what just happened. “No...you’ve got to be kidding me…why now?” you cried, burying your face in your hands. What am I supposed to do?! I didn’t even bring anything with me… Standing helplessly in the bedroom, you grabbed your phone. The first person to pop into your mind was right across the hallway, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go knock on his door. Instead, you typed out a message.

Simeon. Are you awake?

You really didn’t expect an answer at this hour, but you were feeling desperate.  However, after a few moments, your D.D.D. vibrated in your hand and your heart practically leapt out of your throat. 

MC? What’s the matter? Are you okay?

The next text became blurry as tears began to drip down your cheeks. 

Can you come here? I need your help. 

You really didn’t know what you were going to say once he got there, but all you knew is that you wanted his comforting presence nearby. You didn’t have to wait long before there was a light knock on your door. “C-Come in.” you sniffled. Simeon was by your side in an instant as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were taken aback for a moment, as you noticed he was wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair was also messy, his dark brown locks sticking out in various places. “My lamb, what ever is the matter? Are you not feeling well?” You shook your head as he placed his hand against your forehead, checking for a fever. “I-I don’t really know how to say it other than… well… I got my period. I completely forgot about it since being a sheep…” Simeon’s blue eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, MC…” he breathed, pulling you into a hug. “And I ruined the sheets, I'm so sorry…and they look expensive…” you sobbed, burying your face into his shoulder. Simeon shook his head as he rubbed small circles onto your back. “MC, please don’t apologize for something you can’t help. I’m more worried about you at the moment.” He’s so kind, you think, miserably. He has to think I'm so disgusting right now… It’s almost as if he can read your thoughts, for he slowly pulls away to meet your gaze. “It’s going to be just fine. We’ll get you taken care of ok? Now, what do you need?” More tears threaten to fall at the kindness of his offer. “U-Um, well…I didn’t bring anything with me so I'll need to run into town tomorrow…and I need something for my cramps too.” you ramble, your face growing hot from thinking about the reality of your situation. Simeon only nods, getting to his feet again. “Of course. I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry. First…” he says, taking your hand once more and pulling you up off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make sure to wash the sheets too. No one will suspect a thing.” 

Simeon leads you out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You follow behind him, trying your best to keep quiet as you stride behind his tall form. The two of you reach the bathroom and he quickly steps inside to begin searching the many cabinets beneath the sink. “I know there’s got to be something in here for you to use. It’s a dorm where many different people stay, after all.” After a few moments, he stands back up holding a couple of different boxes of hygiene products. You let out a laugh, mixed with both surprise and relief at the same time. “Simeon, thank you!” you squeak out, still trying to keep your voice down. He chuckles, pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you’ve ever felt. “Of course, Angel. Now get cleaned up while you're here. I’ll go get your things.” You nod as he leaves you for some privacy, and quietly shuts the door behind him. 

After your bath, you head back down the hall to your room to find the sheets completely stripped from your bed. You sigh, feeling like the biggest inconvenience in the world. “MC, are you feeling better now? I brought some pain relief from Solomon’s cabinet.” You spin around to see Simeon in your doorway again, holding a small vial of liquid. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to take?” you ask, wary of anything coming from Solomon. Simeon laughs, understanding your hesitation. “I know for a fact this is perfectly safe. It’s equivalent to any old pain killer you’d normally take, but it has many other soothing effects that will be good for you right now.” Hesitantly, you take the vial and down the contents. It’s sweet, but not terribly strong like normal medicine. Instantly, you begin to feel your muscles relaxing, and the cramps in your stomach go away almost immediately. However, your legs begin to buckle as your body relaxes, and Simeon is at your side once more holding you up. His arms, toned and strong, wrap around you to lift you up. “Come with me, my little lamb. It’s way past your bedtime.” You giggle, sleepily, as he begins to carry you bridal style across the hall to his own bedroom. “W-Wait, Simeon, I can sleep in my room, it’s fine…” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight before plopping you down onto his bed. “Your sheets are in the wash, so therefore you have to sleep with me tonight.” The moment you come in contact with his bed, you know you won’t be moving anytime soon. You figure it’s probably as soft as a cloud in the Celestial Realm. You sigh as he slips into the spot next to you, and you feel his legs brush against yours. He rolls over to face you, an expression of pure fondness on his face. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” he says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You blush, snuggling closer to him. “You always make me feel better, Simeon.” He grins as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Rest now, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[rune-rambles-art]

Okay I have to yell about Koleda Belobog Zenless Zone Zero because I feel like I love her in a very specific way that I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about. More under the cut because I have,,, so many thoughts.

Koleda is such a good portrayal of someone who struggles with their perception as an adult. A pretty easy conclusion to make with the first thing she usually says on the character select screen being “Hey, don’t look down on me!”, but it definitely goes a lot deeper the more you spend time with her. Specifically, she seems to struggle in her perception of herself as someone much more mature than her younger peers, but still not on the same level as the adults in similar positions of power as her. I kinda. Hate zenless for not explicitly stating how old she is, but given she rose to her position at Belobog “when she came of age” (which honestly, I still can’t give a concrete answer to what hoyo means by this? Some searches I found claimed the working age to be 16 in China, I’ve seen others online claim 18 but that’s not reliable. Hoyo I'm begging you put official ages on your characters it's a cool and based practice), she waited for a significant amount of time before taking up her role as president. She is an adult from what the game implies, and a core part of her character is fighting against the constant infantilization she faces due to how she looks.

Let’s start with her love of desserts (and a honestly this is the reason I started writing this). It’s her most highlighted character trait (it is also the first known attribute in her trust rank profile when you unlock her), and most of her trust events on 6th street revolves around them. Initially, she hesitates in proclaiming her love for them, likely to avoid being perceived as childish.

Her rank 4 trust special event is, admittedly, my favorite, but it’s one of the best breakdowns of this.

In order to maintain her image as a mature adult, she uses her position as company president to get around having to request a special dessert drink by name (in her defense, "Sweet Girl Fluffy Marshmallow Lambkin Milk" is an insane mouthful of a product name). At the end of the event she admits that saying its name “wasn’t as bad as she thought”, but her initial kneejerk reaction was a complete rejection of even entertaining the idea of doing something that could put the image she worked so hard to create and maintain at risk. Despite this, she still refuses desserts that aren't tooth-rottingly sweet, even if they are seen as the more mature or "refined" option. It's only around people that she really trusts does she allow this part of herself to be known, because she knows they wouldn't misconstrue this behavior as childish.

I also think her perception on the differences between kids and adults is interesting ("thank you agent story quest" we all say in unison). She doesn't ever feel like she fits in with other kids, probably due to all the responsibility she had to take on as the eventual heir to her father's company. But she also holds a vocal distain for many of her adult peers. Her declaration of "When I was younger, I thought the whole world was rotten, trying to make people just as rotten when they grow up." is a reflection of how she struggled to find her place in the world as she was forced to suddenly transition into adulthood, while still trying to understand the actions of the adults around her.

Her relationship with her father becoming strained contributed significantly to her world outlook as well, and may have caused such a specific distinction of what she deems "the world of adults". I don't want to dive too specifically into that because spoilers and the game is only a few weeks old so. Pin that for another time maybe? It definitely matters in the sense that the loss of her father is the catalyst for the loss of her childhood, but a lot of the specifics in how that affected her are speculative (and I don't wanna get too headcanon-y in this particular post) and she explicitly chooses not to discuss it too in-depth with the proxy (which, girl. Valid). But she's slowly learning to cope with that loss, at least it seems that way by the end of chapter 3. Honestly I could probably find more to add about the agent story in particular, but I would have to replay it to get a better idea.

To me, Koleda Belobog is very solid representation for women who had to grow up too fast, struggle with the perception of being seen as an adult, and hold guilt about indulging in acts that can be perceived as childish by their peers because they never fully got the chance to just be a kid. It truly did resonate with me, and it feels like such a specific "if you know, you know" kind of experience that I don't feel is talked about as much in media, especially with people who identify as female during their youth.

Also, also! I hope they dive in a bit more on how she got/has so much hollow corruption at a young age. Because they imply that she is so short as a result of this hollow corruption. Like that's so damn interesting conceptually and I know they delved on it more in Rina's agent story but. It was more of a mental affliction than a physical one.

Anyway I've been working on this for like 2 days now but that's all I have in terms of like. A canon-compliant character analysis.

TLDR; Koleda is such a perfect example of "God forbid short women exist" and I love her for that. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - Flame Guidance | Translation

Quote: "There are always candy apples for sale at festivals, but only a few sell marshmallows. I'd like them to be in more."

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Marshmallow Buff! / 1

Izumi: Okay, that’s all for today. Great job, guys!  Itaru: GG.  Hisoka: …Good job.  Izumi: Your character portrayal was so on point that I wouldn’t think this was a sudden performance request.  Itaru: The world-building made the acting easier. Kudos to our resident scriptwriter. Tsuzuru: That’s nice to hear, but that’s pretty much because of the base script from the Goldfish Festival organizer.  Tsuzuru: The story adaptation went smoothly thanks to it.  Izumi: I’m glad the theme was easy to write. Keep this same energy on the big day, guys!  Tsuzuru: Sure thing.  Itaru: There won’t be anything to worry about if we get the director’s thumbs up before the performance. Hisoka: …Director, is there something we should change to make it better? Izumi: Not really. I think the interpretation and moves are good enough.  Hisoka: Okay.  Tsuzuru: …Is it just me, or is Mikage-san more motivated than other times?  Itaru: I noticed it too. The tempo in the dialogues between you two has been on point in every practice.  Itaru: That motivation of him could only be—-. Tsuzuru: Because Mizuno arranged a marshmallow assortment and a marshmallow dessert stall, isn’t it?  Izumi: Yeah, but there’s one more reason related to it…  Itaru and Tsuzuru: Huh? 

(Flashbacks starts)

Hisoka: … Izumi: (Oh, Hisoka-san. He is looking at something very happily.) Izumi: What are you looking at, Hisoka-san?  Hisoka: The list of stalls Mizuno gave me. The goods that will be in the marshmallow dessert stall are written here.  Izumi: It makes sense why you couldn’t take your eyes away from it.  Hisoka: Yeah.  Hisoka: I told you before that Mizuno noted down all my recommendations when I took him to the marshmallow specialty shop, right?   Izumi: Yeah, I remember that. He wanted to go to the marshmallow shop to hear what you had to say about them.  Hisoka: Yes. He searched for marshmallow desserts combined with various sweets based on those notes. Izumi: (Mizuno did that much for Hisoka-san…! I feel indebted to him even if he didn’t do it for me…!)  Hisoka: He prepared exclusive goods for the Goldfish Festival that isn’t in the marshmallow specialty shop. I’m looking forward to it.  Izumi: Everything makes sense now. If we finish the rehearsal quickly, you might have plenty of time to look around the stalls.  Hisoka: !  Hisoka: When is the rehearsal? In the morning?  Izumi: Hmm, that’s up to the priest and Mizuno-san to decide, but… maybe early in the morning since there are fewer visitors.  Hisoka: In the morning then. If we finish it quickly, I can eat more.  Izumi: Fufu, very well. But for that to happen, you have to work on it from now on.  Hisoka: Okay. I’ll do my best in the practice. 

(Flashbacks ends)

Izumi: —That’s the thing.  Itaru: The marshmallow buff is incredible, but Mizuno is in another league.  Tsuzuru: You have to be kidding me… like the director, I can’t help but feel indebted to him just by hearing that.  Izumi: Ahaha, I know, right? Anyway, let’s meet up tomorrow at the same time, okay? Tsuzuru: Sure. …Huh? Tomorrow—. Hisoka: I have something to do tomorrow, so we’ll practice in the evening. …It was what you said before our practice today.  Izumi: Ah! You’re right. I said it and yet forgot it. Thanks, Hisoka-san.  Itaru: …So tomorrow it will rain cats and dogs, won’t it?  Tsuzuru: More like it will rain a big amount of marshmallows… 

Mizuno: Thank you for working hard in the rehearsal.  Izumi: I should be the one who says it. Thank you for the early morning rehearsal! Priest: It’s alright. It was perfect for us to have it before we opened the gates. I’m looking forward to the performance.  Izumi: Of course!  Mizuno: The festival will start soon. I have to prepare some things before the performance. Please, excuse me.  Mizuno: If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell Mikage-san to be at the marshmallow stall at noon? Izumi: Hm? Ah, of course. I will tell him. Mizuno: Thank you! Then—. Izumi: (The stage performance arrangements and the rehearsal have already finished. What else could Mizuno-san have to do…?)

Izumi: Great job, everyone!  Izumi: You were more fired up than at the practices, Hisoka-san.  Itaru: Yeah. That fire on him reached us too.  Tsuzuru: It felt like the real performance.  Hisoka: Are we free until the performance now?  Izumi: Yes, we can split up for now—. Hisoka: I’ll go to eat marshmallows.  Izumi: Eh?! Hisoka-san, wait! I have a message for you… Tsuzuru: And I was wondering about him changing clothes so fast… Itaru: The marshmallow buff is no joke. Izumi: Ahm, you two can go around the festival and enjoy your free time. I’ll go after Hisoka-san! 

Marshmallow Buff! / 2

Izumi: (Where was the marshmallow stall…?) Hisoka: … Izumi: Found it! Hisoka-san—. Hisoka: I’d like marshmallow cake, marshmallow macaron, and marshmallow ice cream, five of each one.  Izumi: Eeh?! That’s a gigantic order…!  Hisoka: …Ah, director. Stall Person A: Sir, your order is ready.  Hisoka: Thanks. Munch, munch… yummy.  Izumi: You did your best in every practice for these unique marshmallows.  Hisoka: Yes. I strongly believe Mizuno-san should join Mankai Company’s staff.  Izumi: Yeah, that won’t be possible. Oh, right. Mizuno-san wanted me to give you a message.  Hisoka: …A message?  Izumi: “Be at the marshmallow stall at noon.” Hisoka: …I’d stay here even if he didn’t tell me to.  Izumi: Haha, I should have known it.  Woman A: Look, it’s a marshmallow stall. That’s so rare!  Woman B: Those marshmallow macarons look so good~! Should we buy some?  Child A: Mom, I want that ice cream!  Mother A: Oh, that looks delicious.  Hisoka: …More people are coming.  Izumi: Yeah. Other customers will come, so hogging the stand is not a good idea. Let’s move a little.  Izumi: Since we’re in the festival, why don’t we check other stalls until Mizuno-san comes?  Hisoka: … Izumi: They might not have marshmallows, but we might find other sweets.  Hisoka: …Okay. Let’s look around. Hisoka: But, give me a minute.  Izumi: Hm? Hisoka: I want the same I asked before. Stall Person A: Eh, by the same you mean… Hisoka: Marshmallow cake, marshmallow macaron, and marshmallow ice cream—. Izumi: Come on, Hisoka-san, stop that…! 

Hisoka: …The cotton candy was good. Izumi: You were eager to visit all the stands with sweets at the festival, Hisoka-san.  Izumi: Okay, we should see the marshmallow stand soon… Ah, there are candy apples next to it!  Hisoka: Candy apple?  Izumi: Yeah. They were placing goldfish-shaped candy apples when we left the marshmallow stand. I wanted to try one.   Hisoka: Oh, you’re right. I didn’t notice it.  Izumi: There were only marshmallows in your mind after all. I should get one now that I’m here. Do you want one, Hisoka-san? Hisoka: Sure. Izumi: Okay. Excuse me, could you give me two candy apples? Stall Person B: Sure thing! Izumi: Thank you. Here is yours, Hisoka-san. Hisoka: Thanks. Izumi: Now that I look it at this close, it’s quite cute. Hisoka: …

Choice 1: Marshmallows are better?

Izumi: Marshmallows are better, aren’t they?  Hisoka: Eh?  Izumi: You didn’t eat it immediately compared to the other ones.  Hisoka: No, it’s not that. It feels like it’s watching me, so I can’t eat it.  Izumi: Pfff, you’re right. It has eyes attached to it.  Hisoka: …I’ll eat it from the fin. 

Choice 2: Did you like it? 

Izumi: Did you like the goldfish candy apple?  Hisoka: …It’s only candy, but I feel bad eating the goldfish.  Izumi: Oh… do you feel uneasy about eating it because your role in the performance is a goldfish? Hisoka: …Don’t worry about it, I will eat it after I look at it a little more, it’s pretty. 

Izumi: …Ahh. It was good.  Hisoka: Yeah.  Hisoka: —Ah.  Mizuno: I-I’m very sorry! Did I keep you waiting?  Izumi: Not at all. We were looking around and just came back.  Mizuno: I’m glad if that’s the case. I wanted to give something to Hisoka-san, but it took some effort to arrange it.  Hisoka: Give me something?  Mizuno: Yes. It’s this.  Hisoka: ! A marshmallow bento…! Hisoka: But the one after the performance… Mizuno: This is a snack before the stage. There’s another assortment ready as an appreciation token. Do not worry about it.  Izumi: (So he was preparing THIS! Unbelievable…!)  Hisoka: Thanks, Mizuno. I will do my best in the performance, please come to watch it.  Mizuno: It would be my pleasure!  Izumi: Mizuno-san, allow me to express my gratitude. Thank you SO much for everything you’ve done! 

----------- Notes: Hisoka takes Mizuno to the marshmallow specialty shop in his SR Wide Awake Live backstage.

[littlemochabunni]

I’m Sooo Sorry for Your Loss. ~ pt.1

Toji x fem reader (black coded) ft. Toji’s wife?!?!?!

summary: Toji ain't shit and his past comes back to bite him in the ass.

a/n: This was inspired by a anon I got awhile ago so this is because youuuu sweetheart 💋🫶🏽🫶🏽 Definitely not proofread apologies.

part two

wc: 580

You’ve been dating Toji Fushigruo for almost 2 years now. You’ve gone through every hot and cold shoulder he’s given you, loved every moment of him spoiling his “hard-earned” money on you, you moved in together, and you’ve met his kids! Been the shoulder he needed when he cried to you about the deaths of his ex-wives explaing why he didn’t want to get married a third time. Y’know just been the well-rounded understanding girlfriend any man would deeply appreciate. 

Yet the woman standing at your door telling you a very different story. “I- I'm sorry.... You said you’re Toji’s wh-what???” She steps inside your apartment- her apartment actually, “I’m his wife. The second wife to be exact.” Stunned, you stand there trying to process this information, so she closes the door for you and walks to the kitchen to pour you guys a drink. “Is he here?”  

Dragging your feet to the kitchen to follow the very not dead wife Toji told you about and swallow the glass of wine she poured for you immediately before speaking. “W-we have a date at this rest- what the hell happened between you guys?? He told me you died?!?” She scoffs dryly and pours you another drink, “It’s more like he left me stranded in Vegas with no phone, no money, and no passport to get home.” You stare at her wide-eyed by his, very true to character, actions and stammer completely bewildered by what she went through with him. “Yeah, and he did all that because I got lucky at a few tables, he assumed that the dealers and I were fucking.” 

“That man is so fucking petty and sick for that! What the hell??? A-are you okay??” She finishes her wine and chuckles as she pours another glass for herself, “Oh yeah, I’m great, that bastard ran off after I told him that I wanted a divorce and that I felt bad for the next poor woman he cons into a relationship... Oh right...” Fuuuck you’re that poor woman..... And man did he conned you good. “I’m gonna call him, tell him I’m pregnant or some bullshit.” She snickers softly with no objections to your plan on getting him home quickly, so you pull your phone out and call him. Preparing yourself to put on your next best act to faking an orgasm (lets be real you ain’t never fake an orgasm with this man I-) as the phone rings on speaker. “What’s up baby.”  

“Mmm I miss you T... was just thinkin’ that we could skip dinner and get straight to dessert y’know...” You both can practically hear the smirk form on his chapped scarred lips “Oh really? Well, ‘m on my way home then baby.... Keep her nice n wet f’me.” Rolling your eyes to the deep depths of your soul knowing all his thinkin’ is done with that worm of his. “Of course daddy, anything for you~” He chuckles smugly before hanging up the phone, you and his wife start laughing and groaning at this grown ass man fuckboy little boy antics. “I’m gonna start packing my shit cause-” she shakes her head while she still recovers from her laugher, “No no we’re packing his shit and putting it outside where it belongs.” Finishing your second drink, you nod in agreement. “You’re right, I think I hear the streets calling for him.” 

a/n: I could be persuaded into finishing part 2 if you ask me nicely 🤭 just sayin’ some little bondage, face riding, whimpering Toji, and wax maybe possibly involved. Who knows?

[sirenjose]

Analysis of Norton's dish: Roast Beef with Pudding

The pudding is likely Yorkshire Pudding/Plum Pudding

Roast beef with Yorkshire Pudding are traditional dishes in Great Britain, especially in Northern England

Eaten by a variety of people, from the lower classes to the higher classes, and could even be found on the royal family's menu. Commonly served on Christmas day to workhouses/poorhouses.

“roast beef served with plum pudding is the most evocative of past traditions of hospitality. It was once Britain’s prime celebration dish and a potent symbol of the nation’s character and cohesiveness.”

Roast Beef

The history of roast beef dates back to King Henry VII in 1485. Henry’s bodyguards (Yeoman of the Guard) received part of their salary in chunks of beef. This practice took place up until the 1800s and allegedly they earned the title ‘beef-eaters’. The story goes that King Henry’s guards started the Sunday roast beef tradition by cooking the meat (usually fillet, sirloin or shoulder) in the morning before going to Mass. The practice became a habit during the 19th century.  Women would leave the meat to cook in their village baker’s oven, which closed on Sunday, and pick it up when back from church, perfectly roasted.

Eating beef was reinforced by a tradition outlined in William Kitchiner’s 1871 volume “Apicius Redivivus: Or, The Cook’s Oracle”.  In his book, the author recommends eating about 3 kilos of meat per week to stay healthy. This underlined the central role that meat played in the British diet and described the practice of cooking beef sirloin for at least four hours over a spit.  Sunday was the one day of the week when people had four hours to spare to roast beef. Fortunately a massive lump of meat could feed the family.  They would then use it again in stews, pies and as cold cuts for the rest of the week.  As the cost of meat and coal began to plummet working people continued the habit of roasting beef every Sunday.

Yorkshire Pudding

Traditionally, the word “pudding” referred to homely and rustic desserts that were commonly eaten by the lower classes. These could be either sweet or salty. Pudding dishes are mainly made with flour and have a cake-like consistency. But originally, pudding was a meat based, sausage-like food in Britain (ex: black and white puddings). However by the late 1700s, the contemporary puddings were no longer meat based and this change incidentally coincided with the first published mention of the batter pudding.

The Yorkshire Pudding is a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour and milk or water. It has become a common British side dish which is versatile and can be served in many different ways – although mainly recognized as an accompaniment to a roast dinner.

It has been suggested the pudding was given the name “Yorkshire” due to the region’s association with coal and the high temperatures this produced that helped to make crispy batter.

The 1st recorded Yorkshire Pudding recipe appeared in a 1737 book titled "The Whole Duty of a Woman"and was listed as "Dripping Pudding". Wheat flour had come into common use for making cakes and puddings, and cooks in the north of England had begun baking batter puddings while their meat roasted to make use of the fat that dropped in the dripping pan. Batter was placed in a hot pan over the fire with a bit of butter, then placed under a shoulder of mutton in the oven in place of a dripping pan to collect the fat.

The next recorded recipe launched the pudding from a local delicacy to Britain's favorite dish. It appeared in "The Art of Cookery, Made Plain and Easy" by Hannah Glasse in 1747. Glasse was one of the most famous food writers of the time, and the popularity of her book spread the word of the Yorkshire pudding. This distinguished the light and crispy nature of the batter puddings made in this region from batter puddings created in other parts of England. Back then, the puddings were flatter than they are served today and would be served as a first course filled with thick gravy to help to suppress the diner’s appetite for expensive meat with cheap, plentiful ingredients. The main course of meat and vegetables would traditionally be served with a white sauce, as the gravy used up for the pudding. Poorer households couldn’t afford meat, and would use dripping, flour, eggs and milk to make puddings which would be served with gravy as the only course. Then there was another recipe by Mrs. Beeton, another of Britain's famous food writers of the 19th century, but her 1866 recipe omitted one of the fundamental rules for making Yorkshire pudding: the need for the hottest oven possible. The recipe was also erroneous in instructing the cook to bake the pudding for an hour before placing it under the meat. Yorkshire folk supposedly blamed her error on her southern origins.

The point of traditional Yorkshire pudding was identified in its previous name, dripping pudding. The batter was placed in a large pan into which had been allowed to drip the fat and juices of meat roasting on a spit over the fire. Once the pan had been heated in the fire and the fat was bubbling, the batter was poured into it and placed under the roasting meat as it continued to turn on the spit, thus catching all the remaining drippings. Meat was very expensive through much of the eighteenth century, and none of it was wasted, even the drippings produced when it was roasted. The fat from the meat drippings provided crucially needed calories, particularly for men doing heavy manual labor. The drippings also imparted a rich flavor to the Yorkshire pudding, and the high heat needed to roast meat was necessary to ensure the pudding would rise and had a light and crispy texture.

Traditional Yorkshire pudding was not served with the roasted meat, it was served before, as an appetizer or starter course. The pudding was cut into smaller pieces which were served drenched with the gravy made from the roasted meat. It is generally believed that this was done to take the edge off the diners’ appetites so that they would be satisfied with the small portions of the much more expensive meat which would be served during the second course. In poorer households, the children would receive only Yorkshire pudding and gravy, while the adults were served both the pudding with gravy and the roasted meat. Since the gravy was usually all consumed with the first course on the Yorkshire pudding, the meat and vegetables which typically comprised the second course were served with parsley or a cream sauce. Though Yorkshire pudding could be made with any roasting meat, the eighteenth-century Englishman was very fond of his roast beef. Thus, by the turn of the nineteenth century, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding had become a quintessential traditional meal throughout England. Even before the Regency, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding were a favorite Sunday dinner, especially among the middle and upper classes. There were even many among the aristocracy who enjoyed such a meal.

Going back to the mention roast beef with yorkshire pudding as common in workhouses on Christmas Day, a ballad was written by George Robert Sims for the Christmas of 1877. It served as a criticism of the harsh conditions in English and Welsh workhouses under the 1834 Poor Law

Regarding the in-game dish, from the looks of it, the roast beef is being served in a large Yorkshire pudding, which isn't too abnormal either (ex: places in Yorkshire sometimes might serve your dinner in a large pudding)

[persephoneflowerpetals]

'Til Death

Chapter 8: First Date

Chapter 7: Passing the Time

Chapter 9: The Exes

Wake up, babes! We finally got chapter 8 of ‘Til Death! Lmao, but seriously I just wanted to apologize for the long wait. I really struggled trying to write some authentic and in-character dialogue for these two lol. Also life and work got in the way too, so yeah. But now I can really get to the “nitty gritty” parts of the story! I’m very excited to write for those next chapters coming up! Hopefully, those won’t take forever to write like this chapter lol! But anyways, please enjoy!

Persephone waited for the black smoke that surrounded them to dissipate before taking a look at her surroundings, wondering what this “perfect spot” that Hades was referring to would be like.

When the smoke finally cleared Persephone found herself by a river bank. The grass was a dark green color and the trees that stood nearby the river were sparsely covered with warm colored leaves. You could really tell it was autumn and that Persephone’s mother, Demeter, was busy at work. The rushing water in the river was practically crystal clear as it ran along various rocks and logs. Persephone could see fishes of various sizes swimming along the current to their unknown destination as well as the occasional autumn leaves being swept away by the current.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it? Not bad for the River Styx.” Hades remarked as he surveyed the area as well, his hands planted firmly on his hips.

Persephone looked at Hades with surprise. “Wait, this is the River Styx?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yup, the one and only aqua border and river route to the Underworld.“ Hades answered as he crossed his arms and smiled proudly while looking at the river. 

“Huh, I never knew this was part of the River Styx. I thought it only consisted of souls of the dead.” said Persephone. 

“It does in the Underworld, but outside the Underworld it’s just a plain old river and a pretty nice one at that if I do say so myself.” Hades replied.

Persephone smiled then looked around at the empty, grassy area they were in. “So, where’s this picnic you were talking about?” she asked as she raised her brow curiously. 

Hades grinned as he snapped his fingers and suddenly an entire picnic, blanket included, appeared on the grass before them. The blanket was a dark blue color, contrasting greatly with the green grass around it. An array of delicious looking foods were scattered on one half of the blanket while the other half was empty, leaving room for the two gods to sit on it.

“Voila. A picnic for two.” Hades declared, presenting the set up to Persephone as if it were a work of art.

“Wow, you certainly went all out.” Persephone remarked as she went over to the blanket to sit on it.

Persephone observed the food laid out on the blanket as Hades sat next to her. The picnic looked more like a feast rather than a small lunch. There were lots of Grecian finger foods like tirokroketes, tzatziki with fresh baked pita bread and veggies, and tomatokeftedes. There were even foods she’s never even seen before like little triangle shaped pieces of bread with some sort of tomato sauce and cheese. Of course, Hades didn’t forget that Persephone had a bit of a sweet tooth, as there were many scrumptious desserts on the blanket as well like baklava, loukomadies, and Persephone’s favorite, bougatsa. Sitting on the edge of the blanket were two black colored goblets that looked like they came straight out of the Underworld and a pitcher of nectar (which also looked similar to the goblets).

“What can I say? I like a little variety with my meals.” Hades replied with a cheeky smile and shrug. “Go ahead. Dig in.”

Persephone looked at him and smiled before helping herself to some of the mysterious foods on the blanket. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen some of these foods before. What is this stuff?” Persephone asked, picking up a cream filled treat covered in powdered sugar and chocolate chips. 

“I figured you might like some Roman dishes. Those guys stink at naming gods, but they make some great food. Try it. It’s really good.” Hades answered as he poured some nectar from the pitcher into the goblets for each of them.

“Funny, you said the same thing about the worms. I’m surprised you didn’t bring any.” Persephone joked. 

Hades smirked as he replied, “Uhh, as I recall you liked the worms, so don’t sound so skeptical. Okay? Anyways, I thought I’d be a little more classy by keeping bugs off the menu.” 

Persephone giggled softly before taking a bite of the sweet looking pastry. Her eyes widened as her mouth formed a small smile. “Oh my gods, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted! What’s it called?!” Persephone asked with delight after swallowing. 

“Cannoli.” Hades answered with a grin before taking a sip of nectar. He adored the way she found such wondrous delight in new foods. The way her face lit up when she found something to be truly delicious just made Hades fall more and more in love with her. She really was a Grecian goddess after his own heart; she loved good, well cooked food.

“Well, I think cannolis are my new favorite food!” Persephone giggled before taking another bite of the creamy pastry. 

Hades chuckled softly as he looked at her with admiration. Gods, how could one goddess be so darn cute? The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment as they both snacked on the array of Mediterranean cuisine, the natural sounds of the nearby flora and fauna putting them at ease as they took in the beautiful view of their surroundings. 

“So…we’re here. We’re eating. Didn’t you say you wanted to talk?” Persephone asked as she grabbed another snack from the blanket. 

Oh, right. This was supposed to be a date. Though, Hades didn’t actually say it was a date, but this is what it was supposed to be and a date is supposed to involve talking and getting to know each other. 

“Well, what do you wanna talk about?” Hades asked before taking a bite out of one of the tomatokeftedes.

Persephone paused for a moment, trying to think of a subject to discuss. She then looked at Hades with a sweet smile. “Could you tell me more about your mother? I like hearing you talk about her.”

Hades smiled fondly at the comment before taking a final bite of his food. “Heh, sheesh. Where do I even start?”

“Does she have any hobbies besides watching over the cosmos?” Persephone asked.

“Oh, yeah. Believe it or not, my mom’s a total party animal. Seriously, I think she could out-party Bacchus !” Hades answered with a chuckle.

“Really?” asked Persephone in slight disbelief as she chuckled with him. 

“Yeah, you’ve never been to a ‘Rhea party’ before?”

Persephone shook her head. “Well, next time my mom throws a party I’m takin’ you with me, babe. Let me tell ya, her parties are wild ! I’m not joking, last party she threw she made her grand entrance by riding in on a lion! A lion ! Can you believe that?!”

“Wow,” Persephone giggled. “- when I asked about your mother’s hobbies, that's the last thing I expected to hear! I think I’d love to meet her one day. I can tell you really admire her by the way you talk about her.” 

“What’s not to admire? She’s amazing! Besides, her parties are the only ones I can attend where I’m actually welcome…and invited.” Hades said as he took another sip of his glass of nectar. “So, I told you about my family. What about yours? What’s the deal with your dad? If you don't mind me asking. I’ve never heard anybody talk about him.”

“Oh, that’s because I don’t have one.” Persephone replied casually. 

“Ah, I get it.” Hades said with a nod. “Deadbeat dad. Left for goat milk and never came back, right?” 

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just literally don’t have a father. You really don’t know how my sister and I were born?” Persephone asked, surprised that this god who seemed to know everything about everything didn’t know how she was born.

“We’re both about the same age and we grew up in different parts of Greece, so besides reproduction, no. I have no idea how you were born. What? Did you pop out of your mother’s head or something?” Hades asked with a playful smirk.

Persephone laughed at his silly question. “No. Back when the titans were still running things my mom was busy using her powers trying to make the Earth a better place. More beautiful. Of course, that’s a little difficult when you have titans like Pyros and Lythos running around destroying everything in their path. So, safe to say, my mom had her work cut out for her and she didn’t think she’d have the time to find a husband and maintain a relationship, but she did really want kids, so she found a safe place somewhere in Attica and planted some sort of ‘magical sprout-let’. While it grew she watered it and gave it some sun, y’know, normal gardening stuff. Then, 9 months later, the sprout bloomed into a flower and here I am! Of course, the same process happened with my sister too, so the real reason why mortal parents tell their children babies come from ‘magical gardens’ is because of my mother.” 

Hades smiled as she explained the story of her birth, listening to every word. “Huh, and here I thought it was because they didn’t wanna teach their kids about the birds and the bees at such a young age.”

Persephone laughed again at his comment. “Yeah, that too.” she replied.

“But seriously, why does that not surprise me in the slightest? You being born from a flower of all things.” Hades said.

“I know. The flowery spring goddess being born from a magical flower? What a shocker!” Persephone replied sarcastically as she smiled.

A sudden noise from nearby immediately interrupted the gods’ conversation. A mother duck and her ducklings had decided to hop onto dry land after swimming in the river. Persephone smiled as she watched the ducks shake the water off their feathers and waddle near the picnic blanket, curious of the delicious smells. She then manifested a bunch of seeds into her hand and offered them to the duck and her babies. The ducks eagerly ate the seeds in Persephone’s hand as Hades watched with a small smile. He wasn’t really big on “cutesy stuff” like this (in fact, this sort of stuff usually disgusted him), but when he looked at Persephone and how sweet she looked feeding those ducks, Hades just couldn’t help but smile a bit. The goddess was so unbelievably cute that even Hades wasn’t immune to her adorable charm. 

One of the ducklings, struggling to find room around Persephone’s arm to eat the seeds, then wandered over to Hades after its failed attempts to reach her handful of seeds. Hades looked down to see the fluffy, yellow little duckling chirping at him, as if it were asking him for some food. 

“Uhh, no. Go away. Shoo. Food’s over there. Go on.” Hades said, trying to gently shoo the chirping duckling away from him as he looked at it with slight disgust.

Persephone lightly chuckled and placed some seeds on the blanket near the little duckling. The duckling turned around and saw the seeds, instantly going towards them to eat as other ducklings started going over to the small pile of seeds as well. 

Hades looked over at Persephone and just couldn’t stop staring at her. She was just so...gorgeous. He couldn’t not look at her. He was so distracted by her, in fact, that he didn’t even notice that some of the ducklings that had gathered nearby were starting to waddle on top of him and into his lap. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of many chirping ducklings that Hades actually looked down to see the baby ducks all spread onto his lap. Some were even trying to hop up to climb up his chiton. 

Persephone giggled when she noticed Hades with the baby ducks in his lap and how confused he was by it. Hades looked over at her again when he heard her giggling. 

“I think they like you.”

Hades raised his brow and smirked as he looked back down at the ducklings. “Well, it’s no wonder you little fluff-balls are easy prey. You’re a poor judge of character.” 

Persephone laughed at Hades’ witty comment before the mother duck that stood by the spring goddess started quacking at her babies. The ducklings then waddled away from Hades and straight to their mother, one little duck straggling behind the others after clumsily tumbling out of Hades’ lap. The gods then watched the family of ducks waddle off into the forest behind them.

Hades brushed off a few stray duckling feathers off of chiton before picking up his goblet of nectar once again, taking a sip. “So...there’s something I’ve been dying to ask you since the day you yelled at me.”

Persephone then looked over at Hades and smirked. “Oh? And what would that be?” 

“You said you didn’t have a say in what role you’d get as a goddess, so what kind of role would you have picked if you had the chance? I’m genuinely curious.”

Persephone looked down in thought. “Huh, I guess I never really thought about it before. Well, I mean, I have thought about it, but just not…deeply...” 

There was a short pause as Persephone thought about her answer. She then chuckled to herself, trying to think of something. “I dunno. There’s a lot of things I’d like to be goddess of.”

“Like?” Hades asked, wanting her to continue her thoughts.

“Like, Goddess of Beauty and Love. Aphrodite has an amazing role. She blesses mortals with beauty and helps them fall in love. I think that’s really sweet, but there’s always a down side to every role, y’know? Like, having to deal with mortals that fall out of love with each other or mortal women begging and pleading to be blessed with beauty because they can't accept themselves for who they truly are.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point there.” Hades replied.

“But, I hope you don’t think I hate my role as a goddess because of what I said. I really do like being Goddess of Spring. It’s just…sometimes my family makes it hard for me to enjoy what I do…but, I dunno, at the same time I guess it would’ve been nice to have a say in what I get to do for the rest of eternity. Who knows? Maybe I could’ve been Goddess of the Underworld.” 

Hades chuckled. “Goddess of the Underworld, huh? Alright, I see how it is. Are you vying for my job now?” he asked with a smirk. 

“Nah, I was thinking maybe we could do a partnership. Like a ‘duo deity’ sort of thing.” Persephone replied with a playful smile.

“Oh, a partnership. Well, you show a lot of promise, babe. I mean, you’re pretty good at organizing scrolls for me, so I could make something work. How about you send me your resume and I’ll beseech you with an offer at my earliest convenience, alright?” Hades jokingly suggested. 

Persephone laughed as Hades joined her. “Alright, deal.”

There was another moment of silence as the two just sat there, enjoying each other’s company as they looked at the natural scenery before them. 

Hades then turned to Persephone to speak. “Hey, uhh…you wanna…go for a walk along the river for a little bit?” he casually asked. 

“Sure.” Persephone replied with a nod before getting up from the picnic blanket, wiping any dirt, grass, or crumbs from her chiton before making her way along the river bank. 

Hades stood up as well, brushing himself off before snapping his fingers, making the picnic disappear in a cloud of black smoke. He then followed after Persephone to walk with her.

The two gods spent the rest of their time just walking along the river and talking. They told stories, cracked jokes, shared their likes and dislikes. They had gotten so lost in conversation that it had already reached sunset and were now heading towards the end of the River Styx. 

They spotted a wooden bridge across the river, the bridge that crossed the border between the entrance to the Underworld's domain and the entrance to Earth. They decided to stop on the bridge and watch Apollo slowly pull the sun across the sky. 

Hades looked over at Persephone and smiled as he admired her. She looked positively exquisite. The way her hot pink hair flowed in the breeze, the warm orange glow from the sun reflecting off of her skin as it mixed with her natural pink godly glow. That adorable little smile she almost always seemed to have on her face and how her amethyst colored eyes always sparkled. Hades was positively stunned by her beauty. Everything about her was truly perfect in every way. That honestly used to annoy him, but now it’s one of the many things he finds so attractive about her. It was so crazy how after getting to know her, his perception of Persephone really changed.

Hades then looked down to the water of the river rushing under the bridge, trying to decide whether he should take advantage of this serene moment to finally make a move on Persephone. He didn’t want to ruin it by making her uncomfortable, but this was such a great opportunity to do something romantic. Anything romantic. But…what if she was getting mixed signals this entire time and thought this was just some sort of friendly outing? What if she gets creeped out by his advances and leaves? He’s already come so far with her, especially with this impromptu date. He didn’t want to wreck things now, but…he couldn’t let this beautiful moment go to waste. Who knows when he’ll get another moment like this with her? Decisions, decisions…

Persephone looked over at Hades who seemed to be lost in thought. His face had a very focused expression as he watched the water while he leaned on the railing of the bridge. The goddess smiled as she observed him. It amazed her how well she got along with him and how much they had in common with each other. She was actually really glad she took the chance to get to know Hades. Not a lot of gods out there were willing to do that, but she was and it was certainly worth it in the end.

The spring goddess continued to study Hades’ features as he looked at the water below them. His gaunt yet chiseled face, his gray-blue skin, his fiery blue hair that always made cute little swirls when he walked around, the surprisingly well toned muscles on his arms. Hades really wasn’t that bad looking of a god. In fact, Persephone oddly found him to be quite handsome. She loved the way he laughed, the way he smiled at her when he gave her a genuine compliment, the way he took in every single word she said when she spoke to him as if it were the most important information he could ever retain. 

That fluttery feeling started to come back to Persephone, like that night when Hades talked to her under the stars. It was like a bunch of butterflies were floating around in her tummy. She looked at Hades again and the feeling got stronger and stronger the more she thought about the things she admired about him…and then…it hit her. The sudden realization hit her like a tidal wave from Poseidon that this feeling she had been getting...it was...love. She had fallen in love with Hades. She was in love with him this whole time and she never even knew it. Whenever they subtly flirted with each other, when they smiled at each other, when Hades showed genuine appreciation for each and every plant she made for him in Asphodel Meadows, whenever she blushed when he said something sweet to her. The signs were all there and she never saw them until now. This god that she once despised has now stolen her heart and she had no idea what to do.

A million questions and thoughts rushed through Persephone’s mind as she came to this sudden realization. She looked out and the sunset, once more. The sun was nearly gone from the horizon and it wouldn’t be long now before Artemis would shoot her arrow towards sky to cast the moon into the night. 

She turned to Hades and took a quiet, shaky breath. She had no idea what she was doing right now. It seemed like she was doing whatever her body told her to do in that moment. 

“Um…Hades?” 

Persephone’s soft and somewhat shaky voice brought Hades out of his thoughts as he turned to her. 

“Yeah?” 

He now had her full attention as she nervously stroked a lock of her hot pink hair, looking down to avoid looking at Hades.

“I, um…I just….wanted…to tell you…...” 

Persephone wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say or do. All she knew was that she had an urgent need to let Hades know how much she loved him, not even caring in that moment what his reaction would be. She was terrified and excited all at once. She finally looked up at Hades and found him watching her with anticipation, waiting for what she had to say. It wasn’t until she looked into his piercing yellow eyes that the words slipped out of her mouth.

“….I love you.”

For a split second, Hades’ expression turned to one of shock and astonishment before Persephone suddenly placed her hands on his chest and kissed him. Little blue flowers blooming out of her hair when her lips met with his.

Hades’ eyes grew wide as his pupils dilated. His blue flame began to flare up as his body tensed. He wasn’t expecting her to kiss him, let alone tell him she loved him.

Persephone could feel Hades tense up and for a moment she considered stopping, worrying that she had just made a huge mistake, but then she felt Hades relax. This was exactly what Hades wanted from all this. He wanted her to fall for him and obviously she did, he just didn’t expect her to be the one to make the first move.

Hades melted into her kiss as he kissed her back, gently cupping her soft and rosy cheek. They then separated for air as they looked at each other again. Persephone’s face was flushed red like a strawberry and Hades could help, but smile. His sudden flare up was starting to die down as well as he gazed into Persephone’s eyes. He noticed the little blue flowers in her hair and smirked as he picked one, studying it with a fond expression before looking back at her.

“Y’know, I think blue looks really good on you.”

Persephone smiled bashfully and giggled as she cuddled into the crook of his neck while she wrapped her arms around him. Hades dropped the little flower and wrapped his arms around Persephone as he rested his head atop hers.

Everything just felt so right, like they belonged in each other’s arms. They stood there on the bridge, holding each other close as the sun finally set and the moon finally appeared in the sky. 

Persephone then looked up at him and smiled affectionately. Hades looked down at her with a soft smile and brushed a piece of hair away from her face. “How about we call it a night, huh?” 

Persephone nodded as they separated before they both disappeared from the bridge in a burst of blue flames. The gods then reappeared in the Underworld, now holding hands as Hades walked Persephone back to her bedroom in comfortable silence. Neither god could stop smiling after that kiss. They were truly happy at that moment and they never wanted that feeling to go away.

When the two gods finally reached the doors to Persephone’s room, Persephone let go of Hades’ hand and walked over to said doors. She turned to him one last time, still feeling flustered from the kiss. “Thank you…for everything today. I had a wonderful time…and I hope we can do that again soon.”

Hades continued to smile as he looked at her with admiration. “Yeah, me too…g’night, Seph.”

Persephone stepped towards Hades and gave him another quick kiss as she cupped his cheek. “Goodnight, Hades.” she said before opening the doors to her room and going inside for the night. 

Hades just stood there in front of her room for a moment. Staring at the doors in a lovesick daze before turning around to teleport himself to his throne room. Once there, Hades slowly and calmly took a deep breath.

“WHOOOO!!! YEAH!!! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!!! I STILL GOT IT, BABY!!! YEAH!!!” 

Meanwhile, Persephone was busy getting herself ready for bed and she just couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. She just had her first kiss! With Hades! She couldn’t believe it! After hundreds of years of being single and alone, Persephone finally found herself a boyfriend! The spring goddess hopped into bed, excitedly squealing like a teenage girl as she hugged her pillow. Eventually, after gushing about the kiss for a good while, she fell asleep with the biggest smile on her face, knowing that she had finally found love with the one and only God of the Underworld...and oh, gods was her mother gonna flip when she finds out.

[bobbydagen24]

a few more possible episode ideas for another show.

its Floyd's Birthday and the brothers are all excited to plan a big surprise party for him JD Bruce and Clay all excitedly decorate the place with stuff they know Floyd likes and talk about their personalised gifts for him.

meanwhile Branch's excited smile slowly fades as he realises he doesn't actually remember anything that Floyd liked or any of the other bros due to being too young when they left.

anyway long story short at Floyd's party after he acts grateful to the others for their gifts and ideas Branch gets embarrassed since he didn't even know where to start and he leaves the party.

Floyd goes after Branch to talk on their own and when Branch tells him what's up and that he somewhat feels like a stranger in his own family due to how young he was when they left.

so he doesn't really remember anything specific about them but Floyd light-heartedly lets him in on a secret that he actually doesn't like any of that stuff anymore.

he just didn't say anything cause he didn't wanna hurt his brothers feelings and ruin the moment when really he's just happy that he's celebrating this birthday with them all back together.

but the simple fact is the things his brothers are all remembering are from over 20+ years ago when he was a young teenager he's changed almost completely since then.

and so have the rest of them except for JD lol but with all the others they've all been slowly realising that they aren't the same people who they last saw when they were teenagers.

and there's been plenty of trial and error Branch just hasn't noticed it so their all fairly new to each other due to their time apart.

but that isn't ever gonna change unless they take the time to get to know each other in the present.

so they both agree to go back to the party and make more of an effort.

2. another one is where Branch ends up hearing maybe from these bird creatures he talks to where he kinda has a long wide communication network set up all in the name of safety of course.

and one of his Bird contacts tells him that they talked to another creature that witnessed Chef's death at the end of the first film.

since ya know the last time our main characters saw her she was tumbling down the hill with her butt stuck in the cooker while on fire so they didn't actually see her get eaten like we the audience did.

so they assumed she was likely still alive all this time up until now anyway the news of her confirmed death makes Branch go around the village in a very joyous mood.

singing for no reason handing out snacks to random people and just being very cheery Poppy tries to ask him if he wants to talk about anything but Branch says what would he want to talk about?

he's happier than he's ever been anyway Poppy tells his brothers behind his back that she's worried about him but they don't really see it and think he's just reasonably happy over finding out a crappy person got their just desserts.

anyway Branch goes even more over the top in his happy shenanigans saying they should all throw a big party in the village to celebrate with a giant banner reading

"" ding dong the witch is dead ""

anyway despite poppy being even more worried and all of the brothers actually starting to feel a little worried as well except for JD who thinks the parties a great idea. 😂😂😂😂

the big party goes ahead and Branch gets pretty wasted ( on sugar ) and gets up onto stage to make a big speech with Poppy very nervously trying to talk him down since he's clearly crashing.

but Branch after saying a few things that makes everyone uncomfortable stops and thinks to himself and then kinda takes a deep breath and speaks more from the heart.

he says that he spent practically all of his life afraid and hurt and even as he got better he always thought that certain things would fix him or make him feel more whole.

but despite Chef being dead and even despite them all being at peace with the Bergens now he still feels just as afraid as he used to and he still feels the pain he's lived with his whole life.

he thought knowing she was gone would kinda close the book on that part of his life and wrap it all up in a neat little bow and allow him to finally move on completely.

but he just felt the exact same as he always has done and he kinda went into denial over it trying to convince himself everything was better for him now.

3. this one was inspired by an idea j-ad1 had in the comments section of one of my Gary posts anyway the plot is that.

the Bros get annoyed/kinda wierded out by how Branch takes Gary with him everywhere and is constantly smugly chattering on and on about the things Gary can do to the point the Bros find it very annoying and also kinda weird.

so they take Gary in the middle of the night and maybe try to play it off as some kinda animal that broke into the Bunker and dragged him away or something.

their hoping that even if Branch will be a little annoyed at first he'll quickly get over it and kinda cure him of his weird obsession with an inanimate object.

only for Branch to begin an obsessive search for Gary to the point he becomes even more unhinged and eventually even breaks down over it which his bros didn't expect they just sorta thought he'd be a little annoyed that he was lost but then he'd get over it and move on.

so it actually surprises them to see him so genuinely upset over Gary's absence and maybe his brothers even ask why it means so much to him and he finally tells them about how Gary was what comforted him during the years he spent hiding away.

when he had no one else and he made him feel safe whenever he was afraid which knowing Branch was nearly every single day given how paranoid he was over the Bergens finding them.

and it made him feel like he did have some sorta family around him back when he had no one and that yeah he knows some people think its kinda weird.

despite his rep as the village's crazy person he isn't actually entirely oblivious to how it looks.

anyway to end the episode I'd have Bro zone realise they were wrong and they go to retrieve Gary from the place they Dumped him only to realise he actually has been taken by a pack of animals this time.

and they actually have to go to a bit of effort retrieving him from the pack of animals getting themselves a bit torn up in the process and in the end they give Gary back to Branch and he's so grateful that they got him back which makes the bros feel pretty bad.

and they fess up to what they did and apologise with maybe the episode ending on a bit of a comedic note of them promising to do whatever it takes to make it up to Branch.

and it ends with him making them do really hard chores around his Bunker while Gary watches on in a chair with a nice little drink to his side. 😂😂😂😂

[starreadssstuff]

Birthday girl - Nanami Kento

Warnings- none, celebration of birthdays? idk but as always please LMK

Authors note- I loved writing this! Im not anywhere near my birthday but idc because I know some one on Tumblr is! ( if you are, HAPPY BIRTHDAY) I really hope you enjoy this fic because I know I did love, star💜

The moment Nanami Kento spoke those words, a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. You couldn't contain your joy as you rushed forward, practically throwing yourself into his arms. Nanami, surprised but composed as always, caught you with ease, his strong arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace.

"Thank you so much for being here," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and happiness. Nanami chuckled softly, his deep voice resonating through your body.

"It's my pleasure," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and I wouldn't miss the opportunity to make this day special for you."

As you separated from the embrace, your friends erupted into cheers and applause. They had been observing the heartwarming scene, delighting in your overwhelming joy. With their encouragement, you all settled down at the decorated picnic table, surrounded by the picturesque beauty of the park.

Nanami took a seat beside you, his presence both calming and electrifying. Your friends chatted excitedly, but your attention remained focused on the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer by your side. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, marveling at his impeccable appearance and the subtle kindness in his eyes.

"I hope you like the cake," Nanami said, gesturing to the dessert before you. "It was specially made to resemble the one I devoured during one of my rare moments of indulgence."

You couldn't help but laugh, charmed by his reference to his notorious "salaryman" habits. The cake looked absolutely delectable, and you couldn't wait to taste it.

As the afternoon sun bathed the surroundings in a golden glow, you all enjoyed a lighthearted and animated conversation. Nanami shared insightful stories from his time as a jujutsu sorcerer, and you hung onto his every word. There was something about his presence that made you feel comfortable, as if you had known him for ages.

In between the laughter and shared anecdotes, Nanami surprised you with a small wrapped gift. As you unwrapped it, your eyes widened in delight. It was a beautifully bound copy of a classic literature book that you had mentioned loving during previous conversations.

"I remembered you mentioning this book once," Nanami explained. "I thought it would make a suitable gift for an intellectual like yourself."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you thanked him, barely able to contain your excitement. It was the perfect gift, a symbol of his attentiveness and the connection you shared.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange hue over the park, Nanami stood up, offering his hand to you. "Shall we take a walk?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and sincerity.

You gladly accepted his hand, feeling a wave of butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you walked side by side. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, and the gentle sound of your footsteps created a soothing rhythm.

In that serene moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and in the presence of the character you admired, you couldn't have asked for a more magical birthday celebration. Nanami Kento had made this day unforgettable, and the memories you created together would forever be etched in your heart.

[kouchabu-archive]

Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 6 [END]

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Epilogue

Niki: Aaaand, cut!

Eichi: You both did so well.

Hajime: Ehehe~ I’m glad to hear that…♪

At first, I was at a loss on what to do since you just suddenly invited me for a script read-through.

Aira: Tell me about it~ I was just peacefully eating some cake with Shino-senpai when I suddenly got caught up in it.

Madara: Sorry about that~ We’re actually scheduled to all meet for the movie’s first read-through next week. But since we’re all here, we thought it’d be nice if we could all practice together.

Eichi: We planned to only practice among ourselves at first, but it’s really hard to get in the mood if we don’t have a reading partner.

Natsume: And that’s when you guys happened to pass by. I guess it’s fate that we saw each other here.

Aira: Well, I just hope we were helpful~

Hajime: This movie is an adaptation of a really popular shoujo manga right now, right?

I enjoyed reading that title so much~ I had so much fun playing the role of the main character.

Niki: Ah, so that’s how it is~ Thanks to that, it was really good practice!

I’m gonna go make some yummy dessert for all of us now! Let’s all have some tea! Just a payback for your help and it'll be a good use for a break too!

Aira: OMG. Really? I’m soooo excited to eat it if it’s Shiina-senpai’s dessert! Right, Shino-senpai?

Hajime: Right! Shiina-senpai’s desserts are always so good. They always feel like a good reference for studying how to make delicious snacks.

Eichi: As expected of Shiina-kun, that’s a wonderful idea. We’ll leave it to you then?

Let’s talk about our impressions over some delicious tea ♪

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[taniahylian]

Thoughts on the Revival of the Uluru games event

Alright, first of all, I'd like to start by saying that I did like the event. It was a fun little adventure, with interesting characters and complex interactions, and it actually made the laugh at some parts. Plus, it's a nice breather from all the angst of the main story. That said... I also think it's very weak on some parts and it could've been better done. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that The Theft of the Rimmet Cup (my least favorite story event) had slightly better writing than this.

(Spoilers under the line!)

The story itself has many problems, but I think the main one is the lack of a proper villain. Sure, we have Mr. Papparazi (forgot his name tbh), but his connection to the story is only with Dessert Flannel and his motivation is rather vague up until the very end of the last episode. Imo the story would've been better if we didn't have a villain at all and we instead focused on the conflict convincing the foundation to bring back the Uluru games and getting people exited for them again or something. We didn't need Mr. Papparazi and the story suffered a lot because of his existence.

Then we also have the ending... and, well... I don't dislike it? I think the message of "humans and arcanists coming together to compete, not to fight" is a nice one, and very needed in this universe. That said, I actually hate the execution. Let me explain.

So, we had Flannel telling Ezra about how Arcanists get injured more easily than humans, but because they heal fast, what they do is take an unhealthy amout of painkillers to bare with the pain until they get back to health like 15 minutes later, and they do this to be able to compete against humans in contact sports. It's even implied that Spathodea herself has likely done this as well, since she practices boxing, and it's obviously a metaphor for irl drug abuse in athletes.

Now, my problem is that the above stablishes the need for an arcanist-only sports festival, and the importance of the Uluru games... but then they say humans will be competing in the Uluru games as well! Do you see the problem?

Imo if they wanted the message to be "humans and arcanist should do sports together", then the problem with arcanists in human sports should've been different. Like, idk, arcanists having to hide their identity in order to not be disqualified from human sports, or maybe not being allowed to compete professionally because they're viewed as "too volatile" or something. But the problem they presented goes against the message of the ending of the event.

Idk, maybe I'm being a bit too harsh on it because it's a clear drop of quality compared to 1.2 and 1.3, but please let me know what you think!

[twsted-garden-imagines]

Third Years Finding Your Diary (Part 1/2)

I'm back, continuing my first post with the third years since it did so well on here (Thank you all so much for the love on it, btw ❤️).

A little note before I begin, the third years (and second years if this post and the next one do well on here too) will be split into two parts to keep me from getting too overwhelmed by writing for so many characters (my mistake for the first part haha 😅) .

This part will be including Trey, Cater, Leona and Vil. The remaining four third years will be in Part 2.

The same headcanon set for the first years can be accessed here, and the one for the remaining half of the third years can be found here once I get it posted (hopefully by the end of next week).

Headcanons are under the cut!

That should be all for now, and as always, I hope you enjoy!

With love, Daisy

Trey Clover -

- although this habit was much worse when he was younger than he is now, Trey sometimes misplaces his glasses

- with him being near-sighted as fuck without them, he'll have to have his face a few inches away from whatever it is he's trying to read

- (totally not Daisy projecting here, nope not at all)

- it doesn't help that the cover of the Alchemy textbook and your diary are almost the exact same color

- so after you left to go find materials to practice making the potion for an important group project for Crewel's class, he decided to take some notes based on the textbook passage about the potion you were both trying to make

- unfortunately, you were both in the laboratory at that time, meaning Trey had to take his glasses off

- when he tried to grab them from his pocket so he could read the textbook, they were nowhere to be found

- he ended up shrugging it off and grabbed the book closest to him to start reading it

- he grew more confused once he was able to make out something about a certain dim-witted duo from his dorm in your handwriting

- it wasn't until he stumbled across his own name that he realized his error

- unfortunately for him, you were right behind him holding his glasses in one hand and one of the tools you needed in the other

- "Hey, I think you dropped these. Also, is that my diary?"

- "..."

- cue him apologizing repeatedly and offering to make you your favorite dessert in order to have your forgiveness

Cater Diamond -

- Cater knew stepping foot into the Mostro Lounge one day for some amazing Magicam pics meant he'd be paying some kind of price....

- ... but he didn't expect to be asked by the Leech twins to find some piece of blackmail material on anyone of his choosing!

- he frantically tried to find anything, ANY embarrassing story that the twins didn't already know about his dorm mates, but of course, either they refused to willingly give him any information or they told him something the twins already knew

- thinking he was doomed, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a plain-looking book abandoned on a library table, no other belongings nearby indicating that someone was sitting at the table

- attempting to make it look like he was trying to find the owner, he discovers it's someone's diary

- Perfect! But whose is it?

- He flips to a random entry to find a whole treasure trove of information about the writer's admiration of a man by the name of "Hornton"

- Hornton? Why does that sound famil- Wait... this is the... oh no.... Oh no, it's the Prefe-

- "Well, well. Looks like this unfortunate soul was desperate in looking for a way to repay us, Floyd~"

- "Hehe, sure does! I'm surprised, Sea Bream! I didn't think YOU of all people would stoop so low as to snoop into someone else's diary!"

- "We were only kidding when we told you to find us some secret we didn't know, but it appears you gave us one anyway~"

- Shit...

Leona Kingscholar -

- It might not seem like it, but this lazy lion is more perceptive than meets the eye

- so it took him no time to notice you carry around this small notebook with you to pretty much every class

- It frustrated him since he's been wondering what it was, but never got around to asking you and whenever he got the energy to take a glance whenever he saw you writing in it, you always promptly slammed the book shut

- Seriously, what's so important to that herbivore to try to keep something from prying eyes?

- he finally got his chance one day during lunch after you were suddenly dragged away by Ace and Deuce, forcing you to leave your stuff with him in the greenhouse

- he opened the book to find your handwriting, a random entry talking about your change in feelings towards him

- "I don't understand how or why, but watching Leona at spelldrive practice on my way back to Ramshackle... I can never get that image of his overpowering motivation out of my head...."

- Wait, did he read that right?

- He doesn't immediately show it, but his constant rereading of that entry is enough to have his mind spinning until he hears a loud cough.

- "Uh... Leona? What are you doing with my diary?"

- Damn it, caught red-pawed.

Vil Schoenheit -

- Considering that his profession usually puts out a bit too much of his personal life out for everyone to see, Vil understands how important it is to have at least one thing to keep all to yourself.

- so he's not the type to go snooping into your personal things without your permission.

- Being tricked into reading personal things, on the other hand? Quite easy to do considering his dear vice housewarden.

- Your mistake was trusting Rook Hunt - of ALL people - to keep an eye on your things while you and Epel were dragged off by Ace and Deuce for who knows what chaotic endeavor.

- With Rook being Rook, it didn't take him long to find your diary and read it cover to cover.

- He then starts a conversation with his precious Roi du Poison about his findings, cleverly disguising them as beauty tips he'd randomly stumbled across.

- Vil goes along with it, not putting much thought into Rook's words until you and Epel return moment later.

- "Why am I not surprised that you read my diary? But did you REALLY have to do it with Vil in the room?"

- Despite his fury at his vice housewarden, Vil somehow maintained a calm composure while apologizing to you on behalf of both him and Rook, albeit still blushing a bit from the many compliments you'd written about him.

[scar-lie]

Seen Before [Natasha/Scarlett]

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Summary: You're fantasizing of your comfort Character Natasha Romanoff after the premier of End game you attend (you're one of the hero characters) while loving the person who played Natasha romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader & Scarlett Johansson x Reader (Brief mention)

Warning: Fluff, Sad, Angst, no happy ending

Word Count : 1447

A/N : This story is inspired by the song, Ceiling by Lizzy McAlpine , I just quickly thought of this plot when I heard the song

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Ceilings, plaster

Can't you just make it move faster?

Lovely to be sitting here with you

This is one of the best days of your life, you couldn't even ask for more

Natasha your girlfriend for over 4 years now is chasing you in this big field of yours and Natasha's property that you two bought a few months ago

Starting to plan and make things flat for yours, Natasha and maybe your future baby, if God bless the both of you to have one or maybe two, who knows, right?

"Run faster Love, I'm gonna get you!" Natasha shouts not far behind you so you look back with a smile on your face, your hair going in front of your face while giggling

"I will!" you shouts running faster so your fiancee couldn't catch you

Natasha runs faster to catch you so when you look back again, you see your fiancee is just a few feet behind you

She could practically, can grab you and you both know to yourselves that if she did you two will roll forward

"AAAHHHH NOOOOOO!" You scream still trying to be faster, it did but just a few feet away from her

Then you're drivin' me home

And I don't wanna leave

But I have to go

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen

before

Before

It's kinda random why you both are in this position, well before you two got home you two attend a Gala - Because of Tony - that requires you to wear a fabulous clothes

So Natasha in her famous and gorgeous suit while you are in your silk dress that your mother gave you

(Natasha's outfit)

From : Pinterest

(Y/N's outfit)

From : Pinterest

On your way home you both have a great conversation with some dessert you both stole in the event

Once Natasha parks her car in front of your house, you both lean in and have a sweet kiss but once you both pull away with a smile you already open the door and put some icing in her nose and her right check

That makes Natasha gasp, taken back of what you've done while you get out of the car running away from her in a few hectares of your land while you scream for her

"Catch me if you can!!" you shouted already thrown your heels in the porch of your house

"ARGH you better run faster baby!" Natasha shouted back running after you, already removed her shoes that she left in her car with her socks

Bedsheets, no clothes

Touch me like nobody else does

Lovely to just lay here with you

Which lead now, Y/N screaming for her dear life cause Natasha are right behind her ready to grab her

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH-OH" Y/N scream but groan when Natasha landed on her

"Gotcha!" Natasha wrapping her arm around Y/N's shoulder that makes them fall down on the grass and roll down cause this part of their field has a super dupper little like a Hill

"Aahhhahahahhaha Natasha" Natasha giggles groan when they stop rolling and Natasha on the top and you beneath her

"Now for revenge" Natasha smirks down on you, pinning your wrist down, above your head in one hand while Natasha leans down and connects her lips on yours

What you didn't know is that she gets something in her back pocket and simply puts it inside of your dress, in your boobs to he specific

"I-I......I thought you were going for revenge" you said confused when she pulled away that you lean up to search for her lips again

"I did" she chuckled then got off of you, standing up, Natasha helping you up and there's again her mischievous smirk

"Oh no, what is it Natasha" your heart starting to beat faster looking around to your surroundings

"It's nothing, I promi-" before she can finish her sentence, you start screaming on top of your lungs while jumping and backing away from her when you feel something between your boobs, and they are like moving too and this makes you scared as hell

"AAAAHHH NATASHA I SWEAR TO-AAAAHHHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!" you scream, your eyes are now starting to get watery while Natasha is watching and laughing at you

"WHAT IS THIS!? PLEASE GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF" you cry for help but Natasha just laughing and chuckling to you

So when you know that she's not gonna help you, you somehow have the courage, you don't know it come from

But you try to take it out of your boobs while screaming and getting disgusted cause you feel that little legs on your skin

"Oh god" you sigh closing your eyes when you finally take it out with a smile but that quickly fades away when you look up to the thing in your hand, that you just pull out of your boobs and you quickly throw it somewhere screaming again while shuddering at the thought of the cockroach in your boobs - a fake cockroach Natasha bought to scare you -

"NATALIA ALIANOVA ROMANOVA!!" you scream turning around and give her a death stare

Her smile quickly fades away when she sees you and hearing her full birth name, it means she fuck up

"Oh no" she said to herself and ran, away from you

"Yeah, run for your life!"

You're kinda cute and I would say all of this

But I don't wanna ruin the moment

Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

But it's over

Then you're drivin' me home

And it kinda comes out as I get up to go

You smile, looking up to the dark night sky that is full of beautiful shiny stars that makes your eyes sparkling and makes you mesmerized by the beauty, and peaceful this night

You held your hand up in your eyesight, what's all in your head is Natasha, how she makes you feel, how she cares for you, her laugh, smile but specially

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen

before

How she kisses you in the car before, during and after the ride, but not only in the car, inside your house, in the porch or anywhere she wants to kiss you

You quickly get out of your thoughts when you feel a drop of water that follows by more and that's when it hits you, it's all a fantasy

But it's not real

And you don't exist

You quickly sat up looking in your surroundings while the rain started to drop heavily

Soaking your body and your gown from the after your appearance in the movie premiere of the Avengers : End Game

"No" you whisper to yourself standing up in the field you ran away, a field you bought and fantasize a life with Natasha Romanoff, the character that played by the person you love Scarlett Johansson but can't and will never love you back, you two aren't even a close friend nor a friend

And I can't recall the last time I was kissed

It hits me in the car

You kept turning around until you saw her figure, Natasha Romanoff standing 20 feet away from you

Smiling at you, the sweetest smile you've ever seen, grabbing your gown up and you run where she is, tears falling down your cheeks

"Natasha" you called out but once you're gonna hug her, her figure faded away

That makes you hug yourself with close eyes and a sob get out of your trembling lips

You open your eyes and see her again in front of you with teary eyes, she smiles the best she could

"Let me go......" she whispers putting her hands on your cheeks, you can't feel her touch but you could feel how cold your checks right now and you shake your head no, sob letting out of your mouth

"It's ok........" she kissed your forehead, you feel it, for the first time you felt her lips on your skin

With that you cried hard, sobbing loudly while you're falling in your knees and you hug yourself tightly

And it feels like the end of a movie I've

seen..........before

You know it's the end, you should stop creating fake scenarios in your head and have fun and maybe this time you can take the risk of confessing your feelings for her.............MAYBE

BEFORE

[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The fifth time he confessed was a little less than a year later — a few months into their first year of high school.

After a few grueling months of study sessions and a little bit of luck, Nishinoya barely managed to scrape by on the entrance exams. They went to the results board together on that cold winter day, along with Hotaru and Kaito. Neither of the kids were surprised to see Chiyo’s number there, but when Kaito somehow caught Nishinoya’s exam number on the bottom right while perched on his shoulders, they celebrated with so much enthusiasm Kaito nearly lost his balance and fell off.

So when April rolled around, Nishinoya and Chiyo were once again attending the same school. Though with Chiyo’s better grades, she ended up in Class 1-4 – a college preparatory class – while Nishinoya was put in Class 1-2.

The day club applications began, Nishinoya immediately joined the volleyball club. He encouraged Chiyo to join a club of her own or even run to become a class rep again like she had in middle school, but she refused.

Instead, she put all her energy into applying for a part-time job. She was hired at a small media and repair store near school, run by a little old lady and her grumpy calico cat. They sold all kinds of electronics, from old VHS tapes to the newest gaming consoles. They also had a huge catalog of DVDs that the old lady often insisted Chiyo borrow for the week to watch on her own. 

Despite the two of them being in different classes and volleyball practice running longer than they did in middle school, Nishinoya’s visits never stopped. He’d drop by after a quick text, eat dinner, do homework, play some volleyball with Kaito, watch a movie then head home for the night. He became such a regular presence that even Chiyo’s father, who was rarely home due to his busy schedule, knew his name and often included his portion whenever he brought back desserts for the kids. 

Chiyo would scold him, telling Nishinoya to go home to rest and that his body must be tired after a long day of volleyball and school. To which Nishinoya would simply remind her that he had to return the lunch box she brought him. Something Chiyo started doing after she found out Nishinoya often only bought banana bread for lunch from the school store.

And that day, Chiyo was on her way to the gym as usual. She preferred to deliver his lunch in the mornings, right after she got to school. Like that, she wouldn’t have to spend her lunch time trying to track him down between the classroom, the gym, or the vending machine.

As she climbed the staircase, she could hear the sharp screeches of sneakers scraping against the gym floor. Despite not being a powerhouse school, Karasuno seemed to take volleyball pretty seriously. 

“Nishi-”

“Kiyoko-san!” Before she could call out to him, the sound of two boys’ boisterous voices interrupted her. She instinctively hid around the corner so as not to bother them. It took a second before it registered in her head that one of the two voices belonged to Nishinoya. 

“Kiyoko-san, do you need any help carrying anything?” Someone asked.

“Kiyoko-san, you look beautiful as always today!” Nishinoya shouted.

“No thanks.”

Chiyo felt her heart drop.

She snapped her head around in time to see Nishinoya and a boy with short, fuzzy blond hair run up to a girl just as she entered the gym from the back door. He wasn’t kidding. With shoulder-length black hair and large black eyes, the girl had an air of adult maturity to her, someone who was stoic and passionate yet aloof with their intentions.

Suddenly, the name Kiyoko jogged her memory. Nishinoya had mentioned her during dinner a few months back when he told her all about the club. Her name was Shimizu Kiyoko and she was their one and only manager. 

He spoke highly about her, going on and on about how pretty and responsible she was. But Chiyo had always sort of disregarded his comments. After all, Nishinoya did the same thing with a character in their old literature textbook. But seeing him fawn over another girl, a real one at that, made Chiyo’s heart clench with an emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

“Guys, stop bothering- Oh!” An upperclassman with short brown hair approached the gym from behind her. “Hey, are you looking for someone?”

Chiyo blinked. “Um, I’m looking for Nishinoya. I have his lunch.”

“Nishinoya!”

“What is it, Daichi-san, ah!” Nishinoya’s eyes lit up upon seeing her. “Amari!”

As he began to make his way over, Chiyo suddenly felt the urge to run. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and in the moment, she wanted to be anywhere but there. But she still had his lunch in hand, and there was a part of her that stubbornly wanted to complete the delivery.

“Here,” she shoved the neatly-packed boxed lunch in his hands, not even bothering to make eye contact. “It’s leftovers from last night, so don’t expect too much.”

“I’m sure it’s delicious,” Nishinoya took the box and grinned. “Thanks as always!”

“Noya-san, this girl’s always bringing lunch for you. What’s up with that?” At this point, the boy with blond hair began to approach them. His eyes then widened as an idea dawned on him. “Wait, don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend or something?!”

“She’s-”

“No, I’m not!” Before Nishinoya could respond, Chiyo cut him off perhaps a bit too loudly. “I’m just his middle school classmate. I’m only making him lunch 'cause if I don’t he’s just gonna end up buying banana bread for lunch and be short forever.”

“Excuse me?!” 

“You have your lunch now, right?” Meeting Nishinoya’s offended look with a sharp one of her own, Chiyo quickly turned on her heel. “I’m leaving. Bye!”

She walked briskly away, feeling more and more breathless the further away she got from the gym. She wanted to outrun it all, the sound of her beating heart, the emotions that bubbled in her chest and the hot tears that pricked at her eyes. When she saw Kiyoko, all she could think about was the day he first confessed to her under the cherry blossoms nearly three years ago. She had warned him that he would lose interest overtime. But when faced with reality, she felt like she was the one who lost something.

Her steps slowed as she reached her classroom. It then occurred to her that this wasn’t anything new. Nishinoya has been fawning over other girls for as long as she’s known him. And thinking back on it, the only reason he gave for confessing to her initially was because she was pretty, nothing more. 

A classmate opened the door, cocking her head curiously at Chiyo who stared up at their classroom tag in a daze.

“Amari-san? What’s wrong?”

Chiyo looked at her.

“Boys are stupid.”

After her shift at the media store that evening, Chiyo was surprised to find Nishinoya waiting outside with two soda-flavored popsicles.

She initially thought that he wouldn’t want to speak to her for at least a good while, after how strangely she behaved in front of his teammates. But to her surprise, he simply gave her his usual greeting and smile before tossing the extra popsicle in her direction. 

“Come on, let’s go home.”

“Oh, okay…”

As they set off, Nishinoya tore his popsicle packet open and began chomping down. Chiyo watched him, fidgeting at the sound of crinkling plastic.

“Hey, Nishinoya,” she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about what I said today.”

He gave her a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, I… I called you short in front of the entire volleyball team,” she murmured, still refusing to make eye contact. “I didn’t mean it. I was just in a bad mood and I… I’m just really sorry.”

"Oh, what, that?" Nishinoya scoffed. "Don't sweat it, it's whatever. Kaito's been calling me that for like a year."

“Kaito’s still young,” Chiyo shook her head. “But I… should’ve known better than to make petty remarks like that.”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand before quickly finishing his popsicle in two bites and checking the stick. “Dang, another dud.”

Chiyo’s lips quirked up a little before falling. “So Shimizu-senpai, huh?” She opened her popsicle packet. “She’s really pretty.”

“Wait, you know Kiyoko-san?!”

Nishinoya sounded so excited and Chiyo felt a lump forming in her throat. “I saw her when I dropped off lunch for you today.”

“That’s right, that’s right,” he tossed the wooden stick into a public trash can. “Yeah, she’s super pretty, isn’t she? A literal goddess. I heard she’s been the club manager since last year.”

Chiyo nodded before averting her eyes, pretending to admire the street view she’s seen more than a hundred times already. “Well, I better not hear any more of your random confessions from now on,” she said half-jokingly.

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Nishinoya stopped walking. “I still like you, Amari.”

Chiyo nearly dropped her popsicle. She turned to look him in the eye. 

He was dead serious.

“Why would you say something like that?” She snapped, immediately losing all composure. 

Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. “Because it’s true.”

“What do you mean ‘because it’s true’?” Chiyo’s eyes widened with exasperation. “You were literally just gushing about how pretty Shimizu-senpai is. Don’t tell me you’re like one of those sleaze bags in shoujo manga that’ll flirt with anyone you find even mildly pretty.”

“What? No! I mean yeah, Kiyoko-san is pretty and all. But,” he then thumped his chest with a confident smile. “In the end, my heart will always belong to you.”

Her lips parted slightly.

“Don’t say stuff like that, you idiot!” Those were the first words she found herself able to say. “You idiot. You’re such an idiot! The biggest idiot that’s ever existed in the history of idiots!”

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Yes, you are! You’re a shallow, stupid idiot!” Chiyo shouted back, trying to ignore the sore feeling in her nose. “You can’t tell me you don’t have even a little bit of a crush on her. I saw you and that blond kid trying to get all cozy with her. You even call her by her first name even though you’ve only known her for like, what? Two months?”

“Amari, I-”

“I’m completely fine with being friends with you, Nishinoya,” she cut him off, trying her best to avoid his pointed gaze. “I just… I don’t want to date someone who only wants to get to know me half-heartedly.”

Nishinoya rubbed his forehead, eyes flickering up to glance at the setting sun. Taking a deep breath, he then gingerly took her hand and pried her fingers off the hem of her jacket sleeve.

“Look, Amari,” he spoke as softly as he could. “Kiyoko-san to me is more like… a goddess. Someone you put on a pedestal and admire, but still way outta your reach. But when I’m around you, I feel… way more comfortable. Like when I get to see you at home cooking dinner, not giving a damn about your hair, and getting mad at us, I get really happy. Cause it feels like a side to you that only I get to see.”

He looked up to see Chiyo’s dark blue eyes glassy with what seemed to be tears.

He mentally cursed himself.

“I get what you mean though,” he gave an awkward chuckle. “I mean I literally asked you out the day we met without knowing anything about you. But I promised to get to know you better, and you know…” there was a faint tug at his lips. “The more I get to know you, the more I like you. So trust me. I’d never ask you out with anything other than pure intentions, m’kay?”

Chiyo felt her heart stop as he smiled at her. Her breath was caught in her throat, and when she reminded herself to breathe again, her heartbeat became so erratic she was sure the entire prefecture could hear it. 

“Y-You idiot!” Those were the only words that came out when she found her voice again.

“Wha-?” Nishinoya looked genuinely confused. “Why am I still an idiot?”

“Because you just are!” Chiyo turned away, biting down on her popsicle in a feeble attempt to stop the rising heat in her cheeks. She couldn’t understand how he could say something so cringey with a straight face. She then peeked over her shoulder, watching as Nishinoya became lost in thought, wondering exactly what he said that made him an idiot.

“But… Do what you want, I guess,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

Nishinoya’s eyes lit up.

“You got it!”

After that little kerfuffle, the two of them continued on their way home under the setting sun when Nishinoya spoke again.

“But you know, if you wanted me to call you by your first name, you could’ve just asked.”

Chiyo averted her gaze. “When did I ever say that?” 

“You got all jealous over how I call Kiyoko-san by her name,” he reminded her with a mischievous grin. “Come on, I’ll start calling you by your first name too.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” she grumbled.

“Come on, Chiyo.” Ignoring her obviously false remark, Nishnoya poked her arm. “Say it. Yuu~”

Chiyo’s eyes wandered from their surroundings to Nishinoya to her feet. She pressed her lips together, struggling for a moment to find her voice.

“Y-Yuu…” Her voice was barely a whisper. 

Satisfied, Nishinoya smiled. “I like you, Chiyo.”

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